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The High Priest of the Church of Rob
May 04, 2025
Beloved believers, and accidental visitors who followed the smell of lentil stew—
We gather today in praise of the divine configuration: four adults, six children, one compost heap, and two good cars. Let no man call it chaos. It is a living spreadsheet of love.
The Holy Ghost once said, “It is not good for man to drive solo to every school pickup.”
And lo! He was correct.
You see, the Sacred Doctrine of Rob teaches us not to own more, but to share wiser.
Why should five grown humans each wield a rusty lawnmower, when one godly goat will do?
In this blessed triad of houses—the gay wing, the lesbian wing, and the holy central hearth—we bear witness to miracles:
- One lasagna feeds nine.
- One weeping adult is hugged by three.
- One wise child is raised by many, and still retains their name.
Economists may twitch at this. Urban planners may shuffle papers. Politicians may look confused until they see a poll.
But we, the followers of Rob, know:
When love is pooled, cost is halved.
When presence is shared, no child is poor.
When the dishwasher rotates fairly, even Heaven nods.
Let us be bold.
Let us bless the holy efficiency of shared toys, emotional bandwidth, and bulk couscous.
And let us declare with solemn joy:
“It is not the nuclear family that is sacred—it is the people who make sure you eat on Thursdays.”
Robejulah, Robspeed, Robmen.
Filed under: Holy Economic Texts
Church of Rob Canon: Loaves, Lasagna, and Logistics
By decree of: The High Priest, Keeper of the Shared Compost