Bomb Throwing Pacifist

But blow me. I blog for myself suckas, and not for any of you cobagz!! Marc with a C will update when Marc with a C feels like updating, and no sooner! (Although Leftrants might take some time to unbury the tomahawk and collect some fresh scalps should he ever stumble upon another Michael Weiner-Savage rant on the air)

In any case, it was the general concensus here at BTP that while there was plenty of interesting stuff going on in the world, such as the civil war in Iraq, the Dubai ports deal and Mardi Gras bringing the botched Katrina response back into the picture, these were really too fascinating to comment on. Seriously. I mean, reading the headlines and watching the T.V. news these past few days as it chronicles the collapse of everything the Bush administration has worked towards is kind of like watching the Hindenburg going down in a huge ball of 2000-dgree celcius fire. Oh sure, you can add your commentary to the scene, but in 50 years you'll just sound like a moron repeating "oh the humanity" over and over again.

Mein Gott! Who took down ze "No Smoking Around Karl Rove" sign?

However, it has recently been brought to our attention that just because an event of earth-shattering historical significance is occuring does not mean that one should completely refrain from adding one's own historical contribution, if only via the distant medium of an anonymous, banal soundtrack. And while I was pondering just letting the zeppelin-disaster that is the GOP extinguish itself in its own beautiful blaze of white-hot glory without adding a word, some of the recruitment-dodgers over at Reagankinder have decided to add their own smoke to the mess in what can only be seen at the beginnings of "Operation Obfuscate '06" wherein the observers standing around the NYC aerodrome nervously shuffle their feat, look at the sky, and murmur "lovely evening isn't it?" to the sound of rapidly approaching ambulances and firetrucks.

More on WMD
As I commented yesterday, the recently translated Saddam tapes vindicate the administration's original case for war in the following sense: they demonstrate that, although Saddam did not possess massive stockpiles of illegal weapons, his development of biological, chemical, and nuclear weapons programs rendered him an international outlaw, and his regime a potential enabler of terrorist operations...

Kinda fun to look at, isn't it? This is the sort of paragraph that must power the matter-antimatter recations in the engine room of the U.S.S. Voyager: a perfect combination of diametrically opposed truth and untruth so seamlessly blended together and that the fusion causes a fissure in the time-space conituum, providing the ship with a nearly limitless reservoir of crisis energy.

In layman's terms, the paragraph above can be interpreted as follows: 1) The tapes prove that Saddam did not have WMD 2) The tapes prove that Saddam developed WMD, ergo 3) The tapes validate the administration's original claims for war. Kinda neat, eh?

How's abput we try another one? *Ahem* 1) The car in front of you does not have wheels, 2) The brochure that came witht he car shows it has wheels, ergo 3) The car in front of you has wheels. Why, it's so brilliant, it may just cause all those moonbat academics over at MIT to reconsider the acceptable definition of what constitutes their so-called "reality."

As former chief weapons inspectors David Kay and Charles Duelfer, hardly neoconservative hawks, have both suggested, Saddam’s clandestine development of large-scale WMD programs, his ability to attain illegal weapons if he needed them, and his swindling of the UN Oil-for-Food program may have made him more of a danger than the Bush administration had even supposed.

There it is again! 1) Iraq had no WMD, and 2) Iraq had WMD, 3) Iraq was stealing, ergo 4) Saddam was even worse than the administration told you the first time around (bastards!)!!

I mean, the fact that Saddam had no WMD, no intention of aquiring WMD, no ability to aqcuire WMD, no real interest in aqcuiring WMD and was diametrically opposed to Al-Qaeda...BZZT!WHRR*Regankinder filter on*BZZT....can only mean that Saddam was whole-heartedly seeking WMD, had WMD and hid them so well we still can't find them after 3 years, and was probably responsible not only for 9/11, but also the U.S.S. Cole bombing, the OKC bombing, the Olympic Park bombing, the Khobar Towers boming, the Valentine's Day Massacre, the destruction of Alderaan, and the attempt to assassinate Our Dear Leader via booby-tapped pretzel. All your base are belong to us!! USSR pWN3d11!1!!!

Hey there folks. All week I was contemplating doing something truly special for you all in celebration of the long weekend and a job well done. As we all know, Friday is the best day of the working week and while the remaining four days are devoted to endlessly slaving over the whims of our bosses, Friday is ours! In celebration of the best day of the week, I decided to put together something really smashing. Something really unique. Something so remarkably and deliciously good that it would still have you cracking up Tuesday morning. A column so momentous and tropically moving that it practically leaps off the screen, grabs a brewski, cranks up the volume on the old Magnavox and begins stomping in time to the techno remix of "Cotton-Eye Joe."

But in the spirit of Friday morning, I decided to go for the simpler, more straightforward (and let's face it, easier) approach in a little number I like to call "screw 'em. Let them write their own damn columns." While I certainly would like to be able to report that I lived up to my own high standards and was able to deliver the goods, let's face it, deep down you all knew it wasn't gonna happen. So instead, I give you this. Oh sure, it may FEEL like a 600-ton, chrome steel-plated chrono gladiator ripping off all your limbs and stomping on your head while hooting in simian delight, at least you'll be happy to know that it didn't fling any poo at you. And so, without further ado, I bring you the beautiful, talented Kaye Grogan in a little number she calls

I think it is way past time some heads in Washington went to the shrink's office and laid down on the long black couch. To even consider allowing a company associated with the middle east to have access to six of our US seaports is beyond lunacy!

And with that, we hit the ground running. Silly Kay, heads can't go to the shrink's office and lie down on couches...they don't have backs to lie on! The best they could hope for would be to just sort of sit there on the black leather sofa and stare up at the psychiatrist with pleading Bambi eyes, begging to be released from the sheer, unrelenting torment that is their disembodied existence. The might try to plead their case orally too, but without a larynx, the best they'd be able to do really would be to move their lips and gurgle in a grotesque parody of human speech.

If this is the only way we can help the economy, then we're in worse trouble than initially thought. We would be better off to just keep eating our pinto beans, cornbread, and forget about Caviar. I never liked it anyway!

GAH!! What the..? Who the...? Is this still a part of the same freaking paragraph? Apparently so. On an interesting side note, it is certainly fascinating to observe the speed at which Kaye's mind can switch gears from lamenting the lack of national security at seaports (or something...maybe psychiatrists' offices) to how she doesn't like caviar, without even making the mandatory stop at "we hate the French" junction.

It's certainly tempting to subscribe to the more conventional ideas such as the possibility that Kaye has multiple personality disorder or that the metal plates in her head cause her to channel various radio stations depending on where she stands. Hell, I'm even open to the possibility that demonic possession is responsible for the unmitigated horrors we are witnessing here. However, even that sort of evil is a little too mundane to express the sheer, tingling horror this paragraph invokes. I think that perhaps the best explanation is that Kaye's brain is in fact inhabited by some sort of transdimensional, semi-omnipresent spider which co-exists on multiple planes of reality simultaneously and as such cannot truly be fathomed or understood according to traditional western logic and science.

Congress should do more than just look at the hideous proposal. It's way past time our government put their "gonna protect us from the bad guys" beyond the usual worn out lip-sync we're all tired of hearing. They need to get serious about national security. We are not paying big salaries up there in Washington, for our lawmakers and do-nothing committees to be so far removed from sanity.

While I am with Kaye on the necessity of the government putting aside their usual worn out lip-sync, I'm not sure that's really necessary when it comes to the government's "gonna protect us from the bad guys." In fact, I think that their "gonna protect us from the bad guys" is still a fairly viable extension of the "gonna do something" Act of 2001, but doesn't delve deep enough into their "gotta fix something for us" proposal advanced by more prominent members of the opposition. However, I think lawmakers should carefully heed Kaye's words regarding the removal of one's sanity. After all, she is an avowed and leading expert in the field.

What's next? Access to our war arsenals? Why not just hand over our flag and be done with it?

I couldn't agree more. I think it's high time that we hand over our war arsenals and flag to congress. If, we, can't..."beat," them as Kaye, might "say," we may, as well join, them.

I'm with Senator Tom Coburn of Oklahoma. To hand over our ports for lease to Dubai Ports World is just asking for more trouble. How much common sense does it take for someone to realize the real danger of playing with fire? In this case, it's more like playing with time bombs, literally!

May the gods damn those time-bomb playing common-sense impaired...sombodies...who have the nerve to think we are in the middle of playing with fire! You can always pour water on a fire. But if you were to "pour" water on the time bomb, while playing with it, you might find youself, infected, with "typhus-" literally!!

The lawmakers are already lamenting that we can't secure our own borders. So what are we supposed to do? The average person does not have underground bunkers built for them, that resemble the Hilton Hotel, reserved only for the Washington VIP class, to cower in, while the rest of Americans inhale deadly chemicals from nuclear weapons.

You know, there are several hilarious, gut-busting, thighbone-shatteringly funny jokes crawling under the surface of this statement, but I just can't bring myself to birth them. It just hurts so bad... Though in all seriousness, I can only feel a certain degree of envy regarding that Washington VIP class who's professor has the forethought to reserve that underground Hilton Hotel for them to cower in. Not only will the rest of us who signed up for stupid Astronomy 101 be left choking on deadly chemicals from nuclear weapons, we won't even get to see Paris gyrating to "hot for teacher."

Let's take a close look at how the hard-working American people have been sold out. We were told how important to the economy the free and fair trade agreements would be. Now I'm not an accountant, but even a "zombie" can figure out that an astronomical $725.8 billion trade deficit can't help anybody's economy to grow. Next, we are told how guest workers also help the economy.

Oh, ho ho. I know what you're thinking. "Holy crap! The trans-dimensional spider in Kaye's head has somehow completed the jump to rational space and is actually expressing a semi-valid statement!" Well, the fact that Kaye carefully notes that even a "zombie" can figure out that huge deficits= bad (Bush administration- take note!) does on first glance cause us to perhaps reassess Kaye's Marianas Trench-like position on the universal scale of human intelligence, but don't get too excited just yet. Remember, we're talking about freaking PORT SECURITY!!! The fact that Kaye was able to articulate a half-thought on roughly the same intellectual level as that of a slightly retarded bit of Granite (whose parents were both alcoholic) should not detract from the fact that she's lurched so far from the topic of discussion it would make Stephen King queasy. And she's not done yet!

I am not against immigrants who come to America legally — so don't get your tonsils crossed up spewing venom! And we must not leave out how many hotels, banks, textile, and furniture businesses are now foreign owned right here in the good ole' USA.

You know, the last time my tonsils were crossed, I honestly thought it was from too much venom-spewing as well. However, upon close examination the doctor was kind enough to inform me that my tonsils were not in fact crosses at all, but had ratheracquiredd a half-dozen boxes of plastique in a misguided attempt to commit suicide rather than face the prospect of another Kaye Grogan column. Oh well, I soon whipped those little buggers back into line.

We want America back. . .and we want her back now! And that's just my opinion! No- change that!. . .I believe a lot of other people share this opinion too!

OH SNAP!! President Bush, I believe you have your answer to prepare. I'll go get the korn likker. For the rest of you, happy Friday!!

We only have time for a quick update at...this...time. Anyway, Cnn.com brings us the story.

More grisly photographs and videos have emerged that appear to show U.S. soldiers abusing prisoners at Iraq's Abu Ghraib prison.

The Australian television network SBS program "Dateline," broadcast the pictures and videos Wednesday night. The images reportedly date from 2003 -- the same time that previously released photographs of prisoner abuse were taken.

Well, you know, while this isn't exactly an opportunity for rejoicing given the horrific nature of the crimes perpetuated against these people (remember, there are about 15,000 Iraqs in coalition captivity at any given time), it is at least cause for some bitter celebration that these saw the light of day at all, albeit in a foreign country. Unfortunately, that means they will most likely never see the light of day here in America. And to think, I was almost willing to sell the house over a bet that all Abu Ghraib evidence had already been destroyed.

URUKnet has the images (the only ones I've been able to find thus far, other than the isolated photo here or there accompanying the news story in the Western Media).

Ah, the good old days! When the word "poverty" really meant something!

In the Middle Ages, thousands of city dwellers might starve to death during a drought. "The poor" were people who walked around without clothing. To be destitute meant eating tree bark to survive.

Today, obesity is a bigger problem for the poor than is hunger.

It was recently found that in the area of Washington state surrounding Microsoft's HQ, 40 percent of the workers don't earn a living wage. So, in an area that was hailed a few years back as the central focus of the future, a huge chunk of the populace lives like paupers?

Dear Father Hamilton,
Priest Blogger #2
http://ragemonkey.blogspot.com/

Hooray for you, father! After this week's msot recent incident, I must say that I am so proud. Now those two young bucks will have to have sex without protection. That will sure teach those young sluts a lesson they will never forget: once you have unprotected sex, it's all downhill from there. Once they're forced to get an abortion or drop out of school to raise a child or two, they will certainly have learned that those fifteen minutes of pleasure were just not worth it and that the lifetime of shame they incurred for their one transgression will take all eternity to wipe away.

Although, I do think I saw a potential weakness in your plan, father. Are you absolutely SURE that your anti-condom crusade against safe sex would be effective by itself? I mean, you didn't keep your eyes on them at all times, right? What if, in a brief moment of brilliant, inspired, testosterone-induced clarity, they bypassed the potential embarassment of the priest in the pharmacy and headed down to the kitchen supply section? Saran wrap is easy to aquire, cheap, and lasts a lot longer. After all, try as we might to cook the numbers, balance the books, and waste taxpayer money, we still can't get those elitist "peer-reviewed" journals to say what we all know in our hearts to be true: that keeping kids uneducated and prophlactics-free are the only ways to keep them from reproducing.

In closing, keep up the good work, and God bless you in your quest to keep condoms out of the hands of society's youngest criminal element: horny teenagers. Yours I remain, &c.
Retrosexually,
Marc with a C

An interesting little tidbit from MSN crossed by desk this afternoon, and although I am busy trying to stay on top of things here at the office, some incidents of wingnut imbecility are so scandously outrageous, they get my hackles up quicker than muttering "ya know...I really don't think that John Paul II was all that great" at a Terri Schiavo vigil (granted, there would only be 40 or 50 people there tops, but still...the measure of their anger would give them superhuman strength and would act as a force multiply of at least an order or two). In any case, for your viewing pleasure, I prsent to you another one of my favorite Boehners.

House majority leader's landlord is a lobbyist
Boehner rents from representative of firms that had issues before him

Alex Wong / AP file
Updated: 1:30 p.m. ET Feb. 8, 2006
WASHINGTON - House Majority Leader John Boehner rents a basement apartment from a lobbyist whose clients had an interest in legislation overseen or sponsored by Boehner, according to lobbying records.

Holy twice-baked corruption lasagna, Batman! You mean to tell me that after he narrowly defeated Tom Delay's second in command in the race for the House leadership position, running on a "clean up the G.O.P" platform, that Representative Boehner actually rents an appartmant from a lobbyist whose clients had interests in key bits of GOP legislation? Oh the horror! Oh the humanity! Who could ever have seen it coming? (Well, of course you and I could, but try telling that to the crosseyed genetic rejects in places like Randolph, Utah (pop. 480) ). Well, we know exactly what good ol' Tom Delay would do to an underperformer like that, don't we?

“It is conceivable that John Milne may have lobbied Boehner on a few occasions over the years, but we are not aware of any specific instances of it, and we are certain no lobbying has taken place during the time in which John Boehner has been renting the property,” Seymour said.

"While it is conceivable that Representative Boehner might have accepted bribes in an influence scandal related to the fact that his landlord had clients who had a vested interest in knowing which way he would vote on certain key bits of legislation, we are confident that we can plausibly deny all knowledge of such transactions, if in fact they ever did happen," White house press secretary Scott McClelland said early Thursday morning.

Lobbying records show that he represented Buca di Beppo and Parasole Restaurant Holdings Inc. — both restaurant companies — to lobby on the minimum wage, an issue handled by the Education and the Workforce Committee chaired by Boehner. The restaurant industry has opposed increases in the minimum wage, which has not risen since 1997.

Ok to be honest, I think this is the part that pisses me off the most. Not only is the restauraunt industry one of the lowest-paying industries in the field ($2.13 minimum wage, if I remember correctly from my days slinging pasta), but they are actually fighting any attempts to raise it? I mean, no offense, but if I knew that my bosses were actively lobbying and spending God knows how many hundreds of thousands of dollars to people like Boehner to make sure legislation to increase my wages never made it to a vote, you can bet your ass they'd be finding more than just hairs in their food. But oh well. We all know what good ol' Tom Delay would say to something one of the little people like me might dare articulate...

"Don't be wise, bubble eyes, or I'll knock you down to peanut size, nyuk, nyuk, nyuk."

Beofre I finish writing up my post on absurdly terrible conservative Catholic blogs, I just have to get this to press. Talking Points Memo has the story.

Since yesterday the other day's post was on a religious topic, I decided I would continue with the theme and post another update with regards to some of the more, shall we say, unhinged versions of what passes for religious dialogue on the internets. While yesterday's post dealt with the brain-twisting farce that is JesusInc.'s verion of God as the CEO of Enron and Jesus as the good stockbroker, hold on tight kiddies, because today we lurch into the wild, wonderful world of *drumroll*

Yes kids, today instead of your ordinary brand of jaw-droppingly, soul-searingly, eyeball-explodingly bad right wing drip, we will go into the deep dark caverns of Adbay Atholicay OgsBlay, in search of the most fercious, the most untammed, the most wingut-o-liscious writing ever conceived since Pope Innocent III's "fuck you, I'm in charge" reform bill of 1207. As this post will contain examples of poor reasoning, religious fundamentalism, and papolatry so horrifyingly out of tune with the modern world that it would make the Amish look like tech-saavy NASA engineers, this post is not recommended for women who are pregnant or nursing, people with high blood pressure, children under age 12, and Commonweal subscribers.

First on the list of vitims targets objects of study is this link, the often imitate but never duplicated CURT JESTER!! Let's see what his last few posts hold is store for us, eh?

February 02, 2006 Catholic GPs set to quit over RU-486 MORE than 200 Catholic doctors, all members of the Guild of St Luke, are set to resign from the Australian Medical Association and the Royal Australian College of General Practitioners over RU-486.

Golly gee, mom. That sounds serious. I wonder why on earth conservative Catholic scientists would ever dream of leaving a reputable professional organization dedicated to their field. Could it be because of...BAD SCIENCE? After all, it can't have anything to do with their political and religious leanings, right? The Church would always support empirical truth over papally-prescribed dogma, right? The Science itself must be flawed, right? Sadly, no. Sadly, SADLY, no.

Guild president, Dr Terrence Kent, a Brisbane GP, said the group which is meeting on Sunday "will be recommending that members resign from both the AMA and the RACGP due to lack of consultation with members of these two groups on their decisions to support removing authority for approving RU-486 from the Health Minister and giving it to the TGA."

The fiends! How dare the AMA and RACGP fail to consult with some people over some other people's desire to take the authority to approve some drug from some people and to give it to other people without first consulting the AMA and RACGP who fail to consult...the....nevermind.

"Not only does RU-486 always result in the death of an innocent human being, complications including maternal death make it totally unacceptable," Dr. Kent said. "The horrific experience that doctors would inflict on young women by giving them this pill to take would be most traumatic to the patients we are supposed to be caring for. They would take the pill then wait several days for the process to be completed with concomitant pain, bleeding and passage of a dead embryo. Surely this would be psychologically damaging and a totally undesirable experience."

Yeah! If a woman has decided to terminate her pregnancy, it's only fair that she be denied the option of taking a pill to induce abortion instead of having the fetus surgically removed under general anaesthesia. It's the only way the little slut will ever learn! Ok, next up we have the very strange, and very amusing blog Ad Altare Dei. I'm not exactly sure what it means, but it sounds sexy. Which is kinda fitting if you think about it because that more or less seems to be the underlying theme of most of this blog's posts.

I fear that I am the only stiffly stifferson who thinks that the Catholic Blog Awards are detrimental, since each blog has its own personality and set of readers.

Um...ok. Considering the recent and not-so-recent scandals that have racked the Catholic church since, well, forever, I think I'd be a little more restrained in describing my Swiss Guardman in quite those terms. Altar boy jokes aside, you'd think that the author's "staff of correction" would enjoy a little more covert code name that Stiffly Stifferson. I was thinking of something grander, like "the mitre of might" or the "crozier of consequence."

In the latest broadcast of The Latin Lover, the pope's latinist, Fr. Reginald Foster, groans about his experience translating the pope's encyclical into Latin. It was not an easy task, according to Fr. Foster, to try to fit all the terrible jargon used in modern languages into Latin, the lingua ecclesiae. "The Romans just didn't think that way!"

Yes, you read that right. Jesus (and God, for that matter) are both died-in-the-wool capitalists, who like nothing better than the manufacture, accumulation, and sale of goods and commodities in exchange for captial. I learned this little nugget of information from the following article that appeared on CNN.com in it's business section.

Christian CEOs bond for love and profit
God's network: How Christian business owners help each other get rich and go to heaven.
By Ellyn Spragins, FORTUNE Small Business editor at large
February 1, 2006: 7:02 AM EST

NEW YORK (FORTUNE Small Business) - Many entrepreneurs start companies to get rich. Some want to be famous. Others just can't work for anyone else. Bart Azzarelli, 57, launched his Florida pipeline-construction company because, he says, God told him to.

I know what you're thinking. Just what the hell kind of gaggle-fuck type of story is this? Upon first finding the article I had to reread it twice to make sure that I got it right. The first few times my eyes skimmed over it, I read "Christian CEOs bond for love of profit" instead of love and profit. Because after all, we all know that nothing was more pleasing to Jesus during his time on earth than starting his own small business and cranking out the TPS reports, right? In the words of some of our good friends, Carramba, no!

"I decided that if God was instilling in my heart to start a business, then it would be God's business," he says.

And just what kind of business would it be, d'ya think? Maybe an enterprise devoted to selling Bibles? Maybe a tourist agency to help pilgrims visit the Middle East? No. Apparently, the big plan God had in mind for Bart was that the best way he could minister to his flock was to start a FUCKING OIL PIPELINE . But no, you see. Having God at the helm of your multi-million dollar industry really isn't all it's cracked up to be, you see. Bart eplains.

Two years later, ready to close down the Charlotte operation, Azzarelli prayed hard for direction. Driving his Cadillac SUV past the University of South Florida campus one day, he lost patience.

"I started yelling, 'God, I haven't heard from you in months! What do you want me to do with this company in North Carolina?' I hadn't gone a block and a half, and this impression that came over me was so great: Give it away."

Brilliant! This whole "God" fellow is truely a man after my own heart. After carefully selecting someone in the business community to be his tool in establishing what might be a very large and very profitable company, God lets him know the dealio, only to leave the poor born-again CEO holding the bag when the investment goes sour, like any good pyramid scheme. Naturally, the CEO is just a little distraught over the fact that his investments are going the way of Soddom and Ghamorrah and bitches to God about it. And God, proving once again that He is indeed the father of all (including capitalist business saavy) gives him the most cunning, Enron-like answer he can craftily supply: pass the bag on to someone else.

C12 members say being a steward of a company is their most important duty, even if it means laying off workers during a downturn. Azzarelli had to lay off half of his 35 employees in 1993 -- one of the hardest decisions he's ever made.

Still, he says, "it would not have honored God to keep them on and lose money and then lose the company."

Which brings up another central tenet of Jesus' teachings: Fuck the poor. And for that matter, the meek as well. Seriously, I can't believe the moxy of this guy. He starts several huge companies whose business have nothing to do directly to religion and claims that they're "god's companies" because God told him to establish them. And then, after spending years "ministering" to his employees by encouraging them to become born again, donate money to a charity pot and work loyally for the company, he decides the best way to "honor God" when the companies run into financial difficulties is to cut them loose, rather than risk losing the company and dishonoring God.

Hey genius...here's a novel idea for you. YOU DO NOT OWN ANYTHING. Everything on this earth belongs to God, so wether or not you choose to "glorify God" by painting his name and the side of your plant and encouraging people to convert to your particular brand of fundamentalism. Do you think God really cares more about your fucking investment which "glorifies" Him going under than he does about those 35 people who were out of a job because you decided to cut and run and use God's will as the excuse? In short, get this straight: God does not NEED your company, probably does not WANT your company, never TOLD you to found a company, and certainly doesn't give a rat's ass if your profits are up or down when compared to the well-being of your employees, no matter their born-again status.

Crap like this makes me sick. For the rest of you out there who are thinking this whole "God as the universe's ultimate CEO" is a little strained as well, you may want to read your Bible and see what it (especially the new testament) says regarding wealth. For your convenience, I reproduce these quotes below.

Luke 12:15 And he said unto them, Take heed, and beware of covetousness: for a man's life consisteth not in the abundance of the things which he possesseth.

Mat 6:24 No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon.

Mat 19:21 Jesus said to him, "If you wish to be complete, go and sell your possessions and give to the poor, and you shall have treasure in heaven; and come, follow Me."

Luke 12:33 "Sell your possessions and give to charity; make yourselves purses which do not wear out, an unfailing treasure in heaven, where no thief comes near, nor moth destroys."

1 Tim 6:5 Perverse disputings of men of corrupt minds, and destitute of the truth, supposing that gain is godliness: from such withdraw thyself

1 Tim 6:10 For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.

Mark 10:21 "You lack one thing; go, sell what you own, and give the money to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; then come, follow me."

John 6:27 "Do not work for the food that perishes, but for the food that endures for eternal life, which the Son of Man will give you."

Matt 21:12 And Jesus went into the temple of God, and cast out all them that sold and bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the moneychangers, and the seats of them that sold doves.

Mark 12:43-44 And he called unto him his disciples, and said unto them, verily I say unto you, This poor widow cast in more than all they that are casting into the treasury: for they all did cast in of their superfluity; but she of her want did cast in all that she had, even all her living.