#467 A Hot Time at the Church of Kentucky Fried Souls and
the Spectacular Final Sunday Sermon of the Right Revren Daddy Love- Toure
As if you couldn’t already tell by the title, we are back in
Toure’s fictional metropolis of Soul City. Can’t you feel it? Today is a sad
day in Soul City. Today is the funeral of the much beloved and equally maligned
Revren Daddy Love.
“Daddy Love had not been a young person for many years, but
he had made himself into a force of nature so great that people were shocked to
discover that dying was something he could do.”
“Daddy Love was colossal, Freckles on his high-yellow skin
as large as dimes, a belly as great as a jumbo TV, a mouth that made mailboxes
jealous, and a frame so titanic he would just swallow a girl up with one of his
patented postservice hugs.”
Daddy Love, as his name suggests, was a ladies man. Having
had a go at nearly all the woman of his congregation no matter their looks or
marital status. “Daddy Love’s love was as blind as faith and as democratic as the
sun.”
There is a ton of dark humor, social commentary and great
satire in here, but it’s also just great fun stuff to read. Daddy Love’s church
was St. Valentine’s Blessed Temple of Godly Love, Sanctified Ascension, and the
Holy Glissando, located in Brooklyn at the corner of Grace Street and Divine
Avenue in an abandoned Kentucky Fried Chicken.
“And after a while people came to like using the drive-in
window for confession.”
Sometimes faith, love, wrong, righteous, sin, and heaven are
all the same thing, wrapped up in a man that is quite literally “Larger Than
Life.”
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