Introduction

A fedonga is...

The leaves crunching beneath my feet in Spring.
The dirty words I say every Sunday in church.
My devout lover's mistress' favourite toy.
My only child's sibling.
The space between the emptiness.
The meaning between the words.
The sounds that echo in the silence.
The peasent king.
The gentle tyrant.
Meaningful gibberish.
The one word any mute can speak, and any deaf person can hear.

A fedonga is...

We of the Cult of Cod will not stand by and let our fellow humans, inhumans, animules and inanimate objects stand by and be oppressed, repressed, degressed, transgressed and compressed by the Powers that Wish They Were. Nor will we stand by while million of people and animals are brainwashed by contemporary dogma, postemporary catma, irrational bee leafs, and immoral attitudes through Propaghandi, Mass Media, Children's Cartoons, and Pornographic Spam.

That's OUR job.