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Now let me tell you how I am going to have a whole mess of fun with this.
For the past two presidential election cycles my local Republicans have filed complaints with the FEC swearing that local Democrats are violating the election code and should be punished like a red-headed stepchild. Both damn times the FEC ruled in the Democrats favor. But it cost us time, money, and a lot of grief.
So I’m sending the FEC some cookies.
And Alfredo. Alfredo over at the Dairy Queen gets some cookies, too.
Where the hell is all this “surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life” crap coming from? The Pope? Really? Mercy?
Pope Francis will give all priests discretion during the Roman Catholic Church’s upcoming Holy Year to formally forgive women who have had abortions, in the Argentine pontiff’s latest move towards a more open and inclusive church.
In the letter, Francis described the “existential and moral ordeal” faced by women who have terminated pregnancies and said he had “met so many women who bear in their heart the scar of this agonizing and painful decision.”
Y’all, I’m kinda getting concerned. Is the Pope Catholic?
Now I’m off to find a priest who will actually do this.
But he says he’s not afraid, and he believes in the Second Amendment. He said: “I’m an old redneck hillbilly, that’s all I’ve got to say. Don’t come knocking on my door.”
You would think that if there’s any man who would welcome a bunch of gay men to town, it would be him, but no…
Joe Davis compared his wife to the biblical figures Paul and Silas, sent to prison and rescued by God. He pointed to the gay rights protesters gathered on the courthouse lawn and said: “They want us to accept their beliefs and their ways. But they won’t accept our beliefs and our ways.”
Quick, somebody explain to him that the gay people believe in his right to be married four times.
I have friends who are insisting that Kim is going to be the next Joe The Plumber.
I have tried to shuddup about George W Bush with the eternal hope that he’ll just go the hell away.
For the most part, it’s been working.
But dammit, he went to New Orleans to celebrate Katrina.
That’s like killing somebody and then showing up at their funeral with a plate of muffins and a nice potato salad.
Two thousand people died. Doctors and nurses were deserted in the New Orleans parish hospital with sick people and no electricity, food, or water. The horror of that place still keeps me up at night.
But, hell, let’s celebrate!
I was on the other end. I volunteered to help when people arrived from New Orleans with only the sweaty clothes on their backs. Houston took them in. I held the hand of an 83 year old woman who had been separated from the rest of her family. She didn’t know if they were dead or alive. She didn’t know if they were in Houston or Raton Rouge. She thought her husband had died in New Orleans but she didn’t know for sure; maybe he was just lost. Mostly she was worried about her granddaughter with asthma. She asked me to pray with her. Her prayer was that the Lord take her home, to his house.
Rick Perry in South Carolina at the God Rally. Listen to him say, “Load Up!” and “What are you willing to die for?” and then call for Christian soldiers.
With half a decent lawyer, we could have him committed. It’s 2 minutes and 18 seconds of loco eyed crazy. Stay with it until the end but turn down the sound a little because he’s foaming at the mouth screeching.
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