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   Being the True Christians® that we are, Broomleigh members have turned a   
   blind eye to the filthy Jewish cult for some time. We have allowed the   
   Yids to practice their pagan rituals in Chelmsford without objection.   
   Jews cite holiday after holiday, none of which find any support in the   
   Bible, as an excuse to avoid work. "Every time I telephone my accountant,   
   it seems he's out of the office for some heathen celebration," noted   
   Brother John Shortt, honourary Broomleigh pastor. "It's either 'Yom' this   
   or 'Rosha' that. I no longer even question this because just listening to   
   him pronounce the names is painful to the ears."   
      
   Broomleigh's complacency is ending, now that church members have learned   
   what happened last year at Christmas time. "When people told me Jews were   
   celebrating that Chewbacca thing, right around the birthday of our Lord,   
   I just assumed it was another attempt to mock Christians," recalled a   
   concerned Pastor Dick Foot. "I figured they're going to burn in Hell   
   anyway, so why should we care? I had no idea of the evil that goes on in   
   those Christ killers' homes."   
      
   The discovery occurred last year when Brother John Shortt and one of his   
   lovely wives, Heather, attended a December banquet at the home of a Jew.   
   "One of our Cook & Partners lawyers sent an invitation to a dinner in   
   honour of 'Hanukkah,'" noted Brother John. "I had no idea what that was   
   but thought nothing of it. After all, those Jews will celebrate anything.   
   They declare a holiday at the drop of a hat. If one of them finds a   
   nickel on the ground, the whole neighbourhood parties for eight days.   
   Lawyer Mr Christopher Bernard of Cook & Partners had just got some   
   frivolous sex with a ten year old girl charges dropped, so I felt obliged   
   to attend. Anyway, I just assumed they were celebrating some little boy   
   getting his foreskin chopped off, so we RSVP'd."   
      
   "It was awful," noted a still distraught Mrs. Shortt. "When we arrived at   
   the house, there were Hell-bound Jews everywhere. You must understand   
   that I'd never been in an unsaved person's car, much less home, so I   
   didn't know what to expect. I grew up on the Lord's word, so I know how   
   scurrilous Christ killers are, but even my worst nightmares of Jewry   
   could never have prepared me for being in one of their horrible houses.   
   It is no wonder that we are told in Paul's wonderful First Epistle to the   
   Thessalonians that Jews are displeasing to the Lord. You should see how   
   they decorate. And there were so many of them, I could barely get enough   
   oxygen.   
      
   Mr Bernard, being gay, insisted on introducing us to all his brothers and   
   sisters. Everyone was 'what you ma call it-berg' or 'who's it-stein.' And   
   each of them wished me a 'Happy Hanukkah.' After a while, I learned to   
   duck every time they sprayed the word 'Hanukkah.' By the time we left,   
   the top of my dress looked as though I had recently delivered a baby. For   
   the first time in my life, I found myself wishing there were Arabs in   
   Chelmsford."   
      
   The Shortts were shocked to learn that Hanukkah is a celebration of the   
   Jews' brutal murder of our Saviour and their compact with Lucifer,   
   himself. "We might as well have dined with Satan worshipers," noted   
   Brother John. "I now know that 'Hanukkah' is Hebrew for 'Death of the   
   Lord.' They first brought out these collections of candles on poles. I   
   knew instantly the objects represented the Jews' hatred of Christ. The   
   candles were joined together to form the shape of the devil's pitchfork.   
   Those Jews delighted in lighting a candle for every time Jesus screamed   
   in pain on the cross their forefathers made. When they finished, the   
   fully candle lit home was the clearest replica of Hell I have ever seen.   
   I was sick to my stomach and ready to leave, but Heather was famished, so   
   we stayed."   
      
   The next ritual was the opening of presents. "Those poor children got   
   almost nothing," noted Mrs. Shortt. "Just little trinkets. The most   
   substantive gift they received were little pieces of chocolate wrapped in   
   foil to resemble gold coins. I know those people are stingy and cheap,   
   but this was ridiculous." Brother John had a different take on the gifts.   
   "The gold coins symbolize the Jews' love of money. The children are   
   taught by example to collect as much of our money as they can and to save   
   it until the day they can stage a takeover of the world's financial   
   institutions, like the time they caused the Great Depression. That's when   
   we'll know the End Times are here."   
      
   The Shortts were next told it was time to play games. "After all that had   
   transpired, I certainly wasn't surprised to learn that the game they   
   wanted to play involved gambling," observed Brother John. "Gambling-   
   Satan's ultimate tool. Someone brought out a four-sided top that those   
   Jews would spin on the ground. Each player collected a certain amount   
   from the pot based on which side the top landed. And children actually   
   participated. I half expected them next to bring out a roulette wheel and   
   three or four hookers. Needless to stay, I slammed my foot on that thing   
   until it had shattered into a thousand pieces. Some of the Jesus slayers   
   looked at me strangely, so I said, 'you stomp on drinking glasses for no   
   good reason whereas I stamp out sin in the Lord's name.'"   
      
   Just as the Shortts were about to storm out of that house, dinner was   
   served. "The food was absolutely dreadful and more proof of their Satanic   
   ways," noted Mrs. Shortt. "Everything was fried, undoubtedly to symbolize   
   the frying performed by their master in Hell. Granted, I've never had an   
   aversion to deep-fried food, but they fried everything, even bread. And   
   to serve jelly doughnuts and pancakes for dinner is truly the sign of a   
   classless cult. When I asked for some maple syrup, they actually looked   
   surprised, then handed me sour cream instead. How insulting, not to   
   mention bizarre. I suspect that even the Moonies aren't that peculiar or   
   rude. When I learned the batter for the flapjacks was made of potato, I   
   had been through quite enough and was ready for some rebuking."   
      
   Mrs. Shortt engaged in a concerted effort to save as many Jews as she   
   could once the desserts were gone. "I knew every remaining moment we had   
   in this Hell-house was a praise-filled opportunity to bring these   
   pathetic lost souls to Christ. When the hostess asked if I would like   
   coffee, in front of her entire living room, I politely replied, 'Ruth,   
   honey, unlike you, I don't need to fill my empty life with a cheap   
   caffeine buzz. You see, when you have the Holy Spirit running through   
      
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