"Dem dinosaur bones is only 6,000 years old, How do I know, cause they told me so. Its in my big book of truth, so it cant be wrong. And if you believe otherwise, my big book of truth says you will burn in hell forever."
Now this is something i can really wrap my head around first thing in the morning. Damn, what a mind expanding, educating, intelligent, concept. I say we skip all the bs and go right back to being tribal. Lets forget about the medieval times with all the big fancy cathedrals, and chopping heads off, and stretching people on the rack. Lets forget about stoning, and trampling underfoot, and hanging, and burning at the stake, lets forget about witch hunting, and castigating, and finger pointing, and lying and hypocrisy. According to believers of the big book, this is all a price we have to pay to reach the guided gates, the golden gates, forever ensconced within the glory of the kingdom of the mighty and all righteous god... Ahh, the chosen few. of course we'd prefer if we were all white skinned and babies of Jesus, but we'll accept you all, if you renounce your sin, and gather jesus into your heart!!!
I say skip all that nonsense and go right back in the forest, into the trees, its time to tribalize. Tribes, and huts is where we belong, that is our destiny, to hell with progress, for progress is the great sin, to hell with knowledge , for knowledge is the enemy, Let me hold you child, and we shall pray together for god to make you win the election!!! We shall pray for all these terrorist palling, communist loving, elitist snobbing, to be put in the ash heap of history for only we, the chosen ones, we be their for the rapture of the mighty , and only we will overcome and be raised up into glory!! Yes, end times are here, I can smell it!! Give me the keys, let me take control of the magic button, let me send the mighty missiles home where they belong. I can destroy all evil in the world, and bring the endtimes here, for I am the prophet, i am the chosen one, why else would i be so close to being president, obviously god has chosen me to do the bidding!!
This folks, is what you have to be scared of. For this is more than likely the thought processes running thru our beloved Alaskan governors head. Maybe just a fantasy, but also, a hope for reality. Its a fine line when you are "talking to your god". People on the street get arrested for this. Drug addicts are put down to the lowest level of society for taking a shortcut to this, but make no mistake, this is even more scary, when someone straight, is talking to their god, you had better hope that their god doesn't come back with an ultimatum!! AHHH, the cheesiness of it all. For all the culture and richness of history, and wisdom passed down through the ages, all the beautiful music and art, and literature in the world, for all the natural and learned things and people. for all the ones who've studied and toiled and thought very deeply about all matters human, for all of this and more, we have to get stuck with a "soccer mom" a heartbeat away from the most important job in the world coming up. Ahh, the beauty of irony , and the comedy of errors, it never ceases to amaze and wonder....What we have here is a simple case of Murphy s Law gone awry. For those of you not acquainted here it is in simple form......"For any given event, project, plan, meeting, hope or agenda, or election...... "IF anything , can go wrong, it will......" All things can and will conspire together to produce a most unlikely outcome that is least expected sometimes. The key word is sometimes. Not always. this can be thwarted, just make sure you get out there and vote. And pay attention, dont let them cheat you out of your vote.Dont wear any campaign literature on your body, for in some places this will be enough to disqualify you, beware of all the little tricks like these. Vote, and prove that Murphys Law can be defeated sometimes.
Monday, October 27, 2008
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