Swirlyrut

The contributors of Swirlypine were in a serious rut. Creative wasteland. A blog about nothing. No sarcasm, no cynicism, no big haired Pentecostles to poke fun at. With little else to do we contacted our trusted guest editor Tippy the Rabbit.

When we caught up with Tippy, he was sitting alone in a bar, cigarette in hand as usual, looking down at his drink, mumbling something about a cochroach climbing out of a peanut shell. Once we got his attention, we told him our delima. At first he could only mumble, then just shook his head as if to let us know that this blog was a total failure. Just as we were turning to walk out of the bar we heard ... "Hey Swirlypiners " We stopped and turned. Tippy motioned for us to come over. He would only whisper. But what he had to say we will never forget.

"Stryper" he whispered.

"Dypers?"

"No you idiots... Stryper."

"Stryper?" we questioned. Then let the thought stir between our ears for a minute.

Of course, that was it. When a cynical evangelical blog hits rock bottom there is only one way to go to get the pump primed for the creative juices to flow. Stryper!

So here it is. Just in time for Strypers return. Our first dig at CCM's most dangerous? band.

Nothing need be said for this dig. Just the image is enough.

Enjoy.