You should believe in invisible bunny rabbits. Why? Well, take me for example: I worship Dave, the all-powerful invisible bunny rabbit. Now, I don’t have any proof that Dave exists, but I feel it in my heart that he does. Oh sure, like everybody else I’ve had moments where it felt like somebody was standing behind me when in reality, no one was there at all. You know, that simple feeling inside that something behind you exists, when you have no evidence whatsoever that it does? And then you turn around and your feelings are proven wrong… Bah, you know what I mean. But having faith in Dave isn’t like that, obviously.
Anyways, Dave can do all sorts of things that defy the basic laws of physics (talk, sit cross-legged in a chair and discuss the finer points of feudal farming systems, walk on water, etc). Well, that’s what I’ve read anyways; I’ve never actually seen it. But who cares? I’ve devoted my life to worshipping and following his teachings, that’s what matters! He doesn’t want me to do some things that look like a lot of fun, though, but no worries: ‘Tis a small price to pay- not living this life to the fullest, I mean- because when I die, I get to be an invisible bunny rabbit too! Well, again, that’s what I’m told… You see, I don’t have a single shred of physical evidence that I’ll become an invisible bunny rabbit when I die. You know, like an invisible rabbit coming back and saying, “Hey, no seriously, it’s all true man!” or even the great Dave himself telling me that I’m on the right path. Nothing!
But here’s the kicker: That’s the point! I mean, Dave only wants the blindingly ignorant to follow him into that great crop of carrots in the sky. He just can’t have those straight-thinking types (scientists, the sane, etc.) that do silly things like question whether such a being can exist, eating all his carrots! Dave loves everyone, yes, but unless you follow his directions explicitly he’ll send your rabbit soul to India, where they’ll make stew and various superstitious trinkets out of you for all eternity. So, be sure and follow Dave’s Six Sacred Bullet Points in life! They are:
- Strict diet of carrots.
- You MUST have at least 6 children. The number of wives is irrelevant. Can’t conceive? Off to India with you!
- You MUST castrate* yourself after having said amount of children. This is Dave’s way of insuring you don’t go lusting after the neighbors, their dogs, or, well, anything.
*Dave says women must simply stick a cork in “it”. The majority of Davidians interpret this literally, but many have found duct-tape to be a more effective solution. - Strictly heterosexual relationships. It’s not that Dave hates gays- well, he really doesn’t say he loves them… Pfft, you know deities: Always vague and forgetful! Honestly, all-knowing deities can’t PREDICT the future and plan accordingly in their books! It’s more of the fact that you can’t accomplish point number 2 without having said type of relationship. Your happiness, like the number of wives you have, is also irrelevant.
- No working on Thursdays! Dave created the solar system in two months, but he always took Thursdays off to kick it and eat carrots. Thus, you should too.
- Kiss your parents’ ass your entire life (no spitting on their graves!). Even if they abuse you. And molest you with a baseball bat. They’re your parents, dammit!
For these points and more, along with some nifty color pictures not offered by most Holy Scriptures, pick up The Holy Book Of Dave wherever cult reading material is available!

I know, I know, you may have heard about or even read Dave’s first draft of His Holy Word, where he tells you to beat your children with sledgehammers if they disobey you, gouge out your own or loved one’s eyes if they look upon any rabbit (all of which are holy and sacred) in hunger or lust, that whipping your slaves (Dave prefers Native Americans, since they don’t serve any other useful purpose) is not only smiled upon, but mandatory, and that NOT working 7 days a week will land you in India. Dave was merely joking around when he wrote that! An all-knowing deity like Dave can’t be contradicting himself, so he was obviously just messing with us! Fuck, people can be soooo narrow-minded sometimes!
But if you’re even asking yourself why you should bother following Dave’s Six Sacred Bullet Points, I hope you enjoy the harsh, fecal-matter-strewn climate of India. Dave does not take kindly to questions about His rules. In fact, only by saying you’re really, really, sorry will he forgive you for committing such a sin. See? Dave is all-loving! You just have say, “I sorrys sir, it won’t happen again,” and you’re forgiven! Zip-Pow, done! You go to Dave’s Paradise instead of some filthy country filled with poorly bathed inhabitants.
Again, it all boils down to having FAITH in Dave! Haha, I mean, it’s so simple! You just tell yourself that He exists based on vague mental sensations and viola: You get to be an invisible bunny rabbit when you die!
You’d have to be some sort of moron NOT to have faith in a deity like Dave…
And of course, if the Earth was just slightly farther away from the sun, we wouldn’t have carrots. Obviously, the Universe is finely tuned to produce carrots. This proves Dave is real.
Jeff needs a course in logic, pronto.
Yep, I missed the sarcasm the first time around, until I realized who exactly Jeff is
i really like the name of this deity – nice ring to it
Wow.
“i really like the name of this deity – nice ring to it”
LOL. Sheer coincidence, I assure you.
this sounds like a cult to me. i dont like cults. they take away my birthday, and then spank me with it. oh wait, is that the school board?
Nicely written. I happen to agree. We should all agree with “Dave” and “His” book. After all, this book just so happens to give us all the answers to life and its riddles.
Bullshit.
I wonder…. what kind of smiting would Dave render if he is disobeyed??? For those christians it’s a bolt of lightning but if Dave is ever so forgiving, I might think of becoming a “davian”
Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.
Hey, What’s that behind me.
Oh it was nothing, but I’m sure there was something there, I mean, I had a really brief, vague idea that there was someone there, who wasn’t but hey, I had the brief, vague idea, so there must have been.
Where’d my damn carrot go?