An Ensign Peak Christmas Carol
Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2019 3:28 am
After an eighteen part defense of the corporate Church, one would think a "Corporate Christmas Carol" joke would be a little too close to home, but I guess some people really lack self-awareness this badly and leave their flank unguarded as a best practice.
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God rest ye Rusty Nelson M,
Your fund is doing fine!
Remember that this holiday
Is when you rake in tithes!
God's ten percent is on their gross
spare not the widow's mite…
Oh, tidings of tax exempt cold cash, exempted cold cash!
Oh, tidings of tax exempt cold cash!
From Old Man Oaks your number one
There comes this prophecy:
the Saints are dumb enough to give
no matter if they bleed!
A Christmas without starving means
less cheer at Ensign Peak…”
Oh, tidings of Saints who live the lie, liveth the lie!
Oh, tidings of Saints who live the lie!
Kim Jong in North Kore-e-a;
is jealous of your stash—
He wants to know how Rusty gets
the rich to kiss his ass!
The members want to be his slaves,
they beg to pay and fast…
Oh, tidings of auto-crat-ic rule, autocrats rule!
Oh, tidings of auto-crat-ic rule!
Let every Saint give to the fund
that's hidden from their eyes:
The scriptures doth convinceth them
blind faith will make them wise!
There's less for gifts that's quite all right
Church stock is on the rise…
Oh, tidings of sac-r-ed Hedge funds, sacred hedge funds!
Oh, tidings of Sac-r-ed hedge funds!
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God rest ye Rusty Nelson M,
Your fund is doing fine!
Remember that this holiday
Is when you rake in tithes!
God's ten percent is on their gross
spare not the widow's mite…
Oh, tidings of tax exempt cold cash, exempted cold cash!
Oh, tidings of tax exempt cold cash!
From Old Man Oaks your number one
There comes this prophecy:
the Saints are dumb enough to give
no matter if they bleed!
A Christmas without starving means
less cheer at Ensign Peak…”
Oh, tidings of Saints who live the lie, liveth the lie!
Oh, tidings of Saints who live the lie!
Kim Jong in North Kore-e-a;
is jealous of your stash—
He wants to know how Rusty gets
the rich to kiss his ass!
The members want to be his slaves,
they beg to pay and fast…
Oh, tidings of auto-crat-ic rule, autocrats rule!
Oh, tidings of auto-crat-ic rule!
Let every Saint give to the fund
that's hidden from their eyes:
The scriptures doth convinceth them
blind faith will make them wise!
There's less for gifts that's quite all right
Church stock is on the rise…
Oh, tidings of sac-r-ed Hedge funds, sacred hedge funds!
Oh, tidings of Sac-r-ed hedge funds!