Okay, I live in a little town between Sugar Land and Rosenberg.  Our geographic boundaries touch on each side.

You’d think I would be most embarrassed by Sugar Land, you know, home to Tom DeLay and all.

But, nooooo.

The Mayor of Rosenberg has become a preacher on the city dime.

Local newspaper, click the little one to get the big one.

It’s not God, she’s talking about, it’s Christianity.

Okay, here’s the Prayer Challenge.  I couldn’t get it all in because it goes from almost the top all the way to the bottom.  But you can get the jest.

Now here’s the goofy part.  I live smack dab in the middle of the most diverse county in America, and I can prove it.

I swear that the Steeple People are becoming more irritating than fruit flies.

You’d think that a mayor could find something to do other than sanctimoniously preach at people who work for the city and don’t make enough money to put up with this crap.

Get off your high horse, Mayor.  I can see right up your skirt.