Thursday, November 10, 2005


The (Sour) Milk of Human Kindness

I'd like to say to the good citizens of Dover: if there is a disaster in your area, don't turn to God, you just rejected Him from your city.

And don't wonder why He hasn't helped you when problems begin, if they begin. I'm not saying they will, but if they do, just remember, you just voted God out of your city. And if that's the case, don't ask for His help because he might not be there.
Who, you may ask, is so intimate with the mind of the Author of the Universe as to be able to relay His political wishes when it comes to school board elections?

Need a hint? Well, he is an expert in international affairs, specializing in the proper approach to negotiations with South American heads of state.

That’s right! I am speaking of that font of Christian charity and love who, when he is not wishing hurricanes and earthquakes on cities that allow gays to put up rainbow flags, is recommending the assassination of foreign officials: Pat Robertson.

Perhaps the Discovery Institute can remind Robertson that "the Designer" isn’t God . . . for Constitutional purposes, at least.
But for the very best take on this sorry episode, wander over to Paul Myers' blog Pharyngula for this translation of Robertson:
[I]f you don't cough up, well, Lew here might have a little accident with your car, or your house, or your little girl. And then Mr. Big wouldn't be able to do nothin' for you. He doesn't mean nothing by it, he likes you, see, but if you don't show him a little respect, you can't expect him to trouble himself with your worries, OK? Me and Vinnie'll be by tomorrow, and you will have that little donation ready.

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