Well, it had to happen. In the interests of free speech, I feel it is very important that I reproduce some horrendous, blasphemous cartoons. Not having any cartoonists to hand, I drew them myself, and you will have to be satisfied with my own rough sketches (the pubs are open, after all). I thoroughly expect worshippers of the deity I have depicted in such terrible circumstances to riot, or something. Anyway, I hereby present the Pagan Prattle carnival of blasphemy!
![[Cthulhu holding the door open for someone with a load of heavy packages]](http://www.prattle.net/prattlepix/blasphemy/blasphemy-01.jpg)
![[Cthulhu as a school crossing patrol person]](http://www.prattle.net/prattlepix/blasphemy/blasphemy-02.jpg)
![[Cthulhu protesting that meat is murder, and encouraging us to go vegan]](http://www.prattle.net/prattlepix/blasphemy/blasphemy-03.jpg)
Evangelism, witnessing and similar activitites go by one name here—advertising
, and is no different from spam for viagra, penis enlargement products and pornography. We do not take advertising. If you want to advertise your imaginary friend, please spend your own money on your own web space to do so. Any attempts to use the comments section for advertisements will be deleted, and the perpetrator barred, unless they are particularly stupid, in which case I reserve the right to pinch an idea from Teresa Nielsen Hayden and delete all the vowels.
Allowed HTML: a href, b, br, p, strong, em, ol, ul, li, blockquote, q, pre. If your name has accents in it, things will (hopefully!) work better if you use the XHTML entities for those letters. The same applies if you are using a word processor to compose your comment, then copying and pasting the text—either turn off curly quotes and avoid using em-dashes, or edit your comment after pasting to get rid of them. Garbled comments usually get deleted.
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The tentacles of the mini Cthulhu at Prattle Towers (Southern Hemisphere, mobile basecamp) are quivering with rage. However, that could be the air conditioning. Or the amorous Pox microbe that is nibbling his toes.