The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Hatred

The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Hatred

Hatred is a powerful sin. It sneaks up on you, and before you know it, you are filled with fury. Something entirely random can trigger you into a teeth-itching rage that blinds you to reason. Many of you will have experienced this in full force while watching any...
The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Hatred

The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Power Fantasies

Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. This is what we shall tackle today. Either way, you mofos are sinning like the filth mongers you have always been, and this place positively reeks of it again. Your foul sinning defiles our near-heavenly Outpost, so...
The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Machismo

The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Machismo

As the birthday celebrations of the Baby Jesus fade into our rearview mirror, and the misery of Dry January takes hold, once more the stench of sin pervades the land. Another odour joins it. The smell of weakness. Alongside sloth, gluttony, envy, and all the greatest...
The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Machismo

The CONFESSION BOOTH Returns For Your Omissions

The icy finger of winter chills the air, the evenings close in, the communion wine starts to look mighty tempting, and then before you know it you are a SINNER! Your disgusting sin, born of your weakness and your wickedness, is enough to swell the cassock of even the...
The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Hatred

The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Commitment

Let no man who hath torn his underpants asunder live without sin, for what is man without sin, and underpants? Certainly not an Outposter, for the veritable stench of your sin clings forever to our internet home, like a teenage boy’s bedroom after his parents...