A Typo?

Today I am reminded of an old post over on Scotteriology, namely the one about the worst typo ever, because I recently received an e-mail from an OT lecturer at a University in Ireland. He started his letter to me thusly:

Dear Christ…

I was naturally flattered (and not just a little bit concerned that God's finger may well have been prompted to hover for a while over a smite-Chris-with-lightning-bolt button).

I’m not Christ, however (there's a sentence I won't have to write too often). I say this not just to avoid the lightning bolts but also just in case any conservative blog starts to read significance into this post and lashes me with accusations of having a messiah complex or something.

Paranoid? Not really. After all, a certain conservative “discernment ministry” (*rolls about on the floor laughing*) called SliceofLaodicea.com recently castigated Veggie Tales for its evil lies. After all, they reasoned, vegetables don’t need a saviour.

I read the post in question, having hyperlinked myself into their web page from Steven Harris’s post, and wondered if it would be possible to actually tax people serious money for blogging utter bollocks. That thought cheered me until I realised that this idea could backfire rather badly on me…