‘No results found for “transubstantiate my bollocks”.’

Yesterday I saw an ad on a travel agency window announcing “Disneyland Paris — the best First Communion gift”.
I found this bizarre. A child’s first communion is the ceremony in which they receive, for their first time, the Eucharist — that is, bread and wine that have been transubstantiated, “through the efficacy of the word of Christ and by the action of the Holy Spirit”, into the body and blood of Jesus Christ. The Son of God! The incarnation of the Logos! The Messiah who sacrificed Himself for the salvation of humanity, entering your body! How is that not enough of a gift? How is the mention of a trip to Disneyland not grotesquely, insultingly, insignificant, when compared to that? Worse — as a gift for it! Waiting in a series of hour-long queues and bumping against hordes of obese tourists for the chance to meet people wearing costumes of an anthropomorphic mouse and his best friend, a mentally retarded dog (for boys), or women in various dresses embodying and celebrating both feminine passivity and Ancien Régime class structure (for girls) — as a gift for having had the chance to consume the body and blood of God made flesh?

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