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Bad Religion? This song rings true in ways the boys would probably be horrified to realize:

Yeah, can you hear the call
In our rambling land?
Susurrations
That can
Expand beyond all hope of light
And plunge us into unrelenting night

A pall
On truth and reason
It feels like hunting season
So avoid those lines of sight
And we’ll set this right

Welcome to the new dark ages
I hope you’re living right
These are the new dark ages
And the world might end tonight

You’re entertained? You’re a better person than I. I’m non-Mormon and I find this stuff completely insufferable.

C. S. Lewis’ Space Trilogy was about something like this. Not so much Jesus dying for non-terrestrial life (that was, at least for this solar system’s purpose, only an earth thing), but about how Jesus might relate to life on the other planets.

Second, never underestimate human nature’s ability to rationalize anything. And I mean anything.

At this point, I would be shocked if he were.

Excellent.

John, you’re assuming two things: First, that the folks who believe that will be satisfied to leave it at that. Second, even if they are, that the people who are against them will let them leave it at that.

You know what happens when you assume, don’t you?

http://youtu.be/tLtbLw3viO0

(No! Bad Rich! (What’d I say?))

It’s fascinating how much mileage Satan gets out of bad porn. Actually, let’s be honest. “Bad porn” is redundant. Most of this stuff is not anything you’d care to see, watch or listen to if it didn’t involve people doing sex.

Ty Pennington’s in the reserves? Who knew?

No, I get the reference. I was playing off the incident in 2008 where one of the Dallas County commissioners, a white guy, said their central collections office was so inefficient in collecting traffic fines that it was like a black hole. A couple of the other commissioners, black guys, complained, and one actually asked “Why the hole gotta be black?”

I’d eat everything but the gobble if I could. What does that make me?

Why the Friday gotta be black?

The first time I heard of “the shocker” was on Jim Rome’s radio show, in connection with a boys’ high school sports team initiation (rugby or wrestling, I can’t remember for sure at this point). It was quite a while later before I learned about the female equivalent.

The first time I heard of “the shocker” was on Jim Rome’s radio show, in connection with a boys’ high school sports team initiation (rugby or wrestling, I can’t remember for sure at this point). It was quite a while later before I learned about the female equivalent.

So I went to Cairo and a Benny Hill end credit sequence broke out. It’s obviously not as much fun in real life.

I say to the Palestinians “Peace on you!”

Who own da Chiefs?

Never mind Republican primary voters. Take a long, hard, realistic look at the general electorate. How likely do you think they are to want to put another Bush in the White House any time soon? Make fun of Palin supporters all you want. Tell us we’re playing with ourselves. The reality is that outside of the Bush family and friends (personal and political) nominating Jeb will be seen as conceding the race.

Voters, hell! What about as candidates?

Well, he does look like one.

Bobby, at some point the Republicans will run an Asian nominee. That nominee will be attractive. Which lets you out. Sorry. Nikki Haley, maybe.

My pal’s name is Foot Foot (Foot Foot)
He always likes to roam
My pal’s name is Foot Foot (Foot Foot)
I never find him home

I go to his house
Knock at his door
People come out and say
Foot Foot don’t live here no more

My pal Foot Foot (Foot Foot)
Always likes to roam
My pal Foot Foot (Foot Foot)
Now he has no home

Where will Foot Foot go
What will Foot Foot do
Oh, Foot Foot
I wish I could find you

I’ve looked here, I’ve looked there
I’ve looked everywhere
Oh, Foot Foot
Why can’t I find you?

Foot Foot, where can you be?
Foot Foot, why won’t you answer me?
Foot Foot, Oh Foot Foot
Wherever you are
I want you to come home with me

I don’t have time to roam
I have things to do
I have to go home
Oh, Foot Foot, where are you?

If Foot Foot didn’t like to roam so well
He would still have a place to dwell
Foot Foot, please answer me
I know where you are
You’re behind that tree

Foot Foot, please come to me
Foot Foot, now that you’re here
Won’t you come home
Foot Foot, promise me this
That you will never again roam

—The Shaggs

Jesus doesn’t think He’s Barack Obama.

Sing it, Freddie...

http://youtu.be/rY0WxgSXdEE

Anybody who intentionally stirs up controversy at holiday dinners needs to have their ass kicked.

Now that’s not true. I’ll have you know that Barry believes in himself.

Well, yeah, but I’d think that in a battle of wits between the Catholics and the bitter-Protestant-clinger crowd, they’d want their guy to come out on the right side. This is why they have (a) a foreign service and (b) bishops who actually have some responsibility over and knowledge of the area.

Better men than you have tried and failed, Junior. Good luck with that.

Question: Why is the Vatican’s point man on cultural matters even commenting on this?

Ed, let’s face it. The kind of performance I’m inclined to demand from the president and Congress is probably physically impossible, no matter how limber they are and how much lube they use.

Okay, were Fauxcahontas and Sarah on the same ballot somewhere and I missed it?

Okay, were Fauxcahontas and Sarah on the same ballot somewhere and I missed it?

No. I don’t trust the legislature.

Professional courtesy.

That the Reg, of all papers, thought this was worthy of a story condemns their news judgment.

If you don’t like the presumption of saying “when he goes”, we’ll change that to “if”. Not that you’ll like that any better. Because the point isn’t, and you know it isn’t, where he spends his hereafter, but that he’s thoroughly incapable of taking responsibility for the failures of his own actions.

Jesus doesn’t think He’s Barack Obama.

Anybody who considers this news (and I don’t include any of you in that) is a sad sack.

Well, Judge Heaton, you arguably can tell the owner of a going concern, even a privately held going concern, that the government can compel him to follow the HHS mandate. I think you’ll find it might be more difficult for you and HHS if the CEO of said concern says “Okay, we talked it over and we can’t in good conscience continue Hobby Lobby as a going concern with those laws in place. We’re closing all our facilities, terminating all our employees, basically winding up the company. We’ll help our employees find new work, and make sure they (and potential employers) understand we’re not doing this because they’re bad employees, but we’re also going to be very honest and open with them all about why we’re doing this. And laws and court decisions like these are exactly why we’re doing this. And then you people can deal with the financial and human consequences of 18,000 newly unemployed people, and decide whether you really like your laws that much.”

Because nothing says “respect for the value of human beings” quite like making fun of a woman who vowed poverty, chastity and obedience and went off to nurse the sick and dying in India.

Question: If a huge percentage of the best competitors are cheating, over many years, and the event owners and sanctioning and enforcement authorities let it go, again over many years, is it, or any particular act of breaking the rules, really cheating? For practical purposes, I’d have to say it might as well not be.

The L’Equipe article in particular ought to tick you off. Not because their reporters are a bunch of bitter Frenchmen, well, at any rate not just because of that, but because L’Equipe and the Tour are owned by the same company. L’Equipe is a Groupe Amaury paper. Amaury Sport, the owner and organizer of the Tour, as you might have deduced from the name, is also part of Groupe Amaury. You know the prize money Lance got? That’s their money. You’d think they’d have a vested interest in not paying their money to cheats, in finding the cheats and punishing them before, not after, the cheats win seven Tours in a row and win lots of money, and Groupe Amaury makes even more money covering the winning streak. Is Lance a cheat? Yeah. The problem is, pretty much everybody else in the sport including the guys running the events, enforcing the rules, and gathering the news, are crooks.

I’d be more inclined to take that seriously if the people who supposedly were more electable this time around weren’t all going to be watching the inauguration on the tube.

“I make shashlik, just like in old country.”

Lamont, you may want to reconsider that fairly soon, for two reasons:

1. Hostess really is going bye-bye.

2. The Teamsters know who you are.

Mike Moore threw a fit at Babies R Us because he couldn’t find the meat department.

If they were smart they’d at least make the invitation. And if she’s as smart as I think she is, she’d squeeze them like they were Andrew Sullivan’s underparts.

Where can I find an English translation for that?

“The power of Christ compels you. The power of Christ compels you. The power of Christ compels you....”