A cotton-nylon . . . MIX?
Gosh, and I thought it was bad when my slave obstentatiously wore a wool and polyester blend. What was HE thinking? Boy, did I ever beat him for three days straight. I used barb-wire wrapped around a stick, ha ha ha. He was a bloody mass of pulp. But don’t you worry now, I was real careful, he didn’t die from my beatings, I paid good attention to God’s loving pronouncement:
Anyone who beats their male or female slave with a rod must be punished if the slave dies as a direct result, but they are not to be punished if the slave recovers after a day or two, since the slave is their property. Exodus 21:20-21
Not sure why god gave us brains, but I sure am glad that god bothered to tell us how to think about all the REAL important stuff in life, . . . textile blends, . . . seafood discrimination, . . . beating-of-slave guidelines.
I shudder to think, If god was a retarded jackass, he might’ve filled up the bible with a lot of petty and horrific crap.
I’m so glad to have a kindred spirit with Faith.