Showing posts with label Baptists. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Baptists. Show all posts

Friday, March 23, 2012

'Pretend it's Obama!'

Louisiana strikes again.

And again.

And again.

Sunday evening, at Greenwell Springs Baptist Church in Central, near Baton Rouge, the pastor told the congregation at a Rick Santorum rally that "this nation was founded as a Christian nation." And if you don't like how we roll in that regard,
"Get out!"

"There is one God, and his name is Jesus!" shouted the Rev. Dennis Terry.

In the sanctuary, a massive American flag hung behind him. On the video of his remarks, nowhere could you see a cross.

THEN on Wednesday, Saints fans all across Louisiana became irate that the National Football League hammered their team over its practice of paying bounties for injuring opposing players. The fine, Christian people of the Gret Stet may believe, technically, in "Thou shalt not kill" but point out that the good book never said "Thou shalt not cripple the other team for cash."

Besides, everybody else does it.

And today, during a Santorum event at a West Monroe shooting range, a woman in the crowd drawled "Pretend it's Obama!" as the Republican presidential candidate, .45 in hand, drew a bead on a silhouette target.

People around her laughed.

BECAUSE that's how people roll in the Christianest part of Christian America -- "Thou shalt not kill . . . unless it's that commerniss son-of-a-bitch Barack Obama." It's in the Bible -- somewhere in the black . . . uh, back.

"And if you don't love America, and you don't like the way we do things, I have just one thing to say. Get out!"

I think the "or else" is -- click -- understood.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Pyromaniac morons for Jesus

Reason No. 234,876,129 why I'm Catholic (a grumpy Catholic, but Catholic nevertheless). We pretty much got this kind of nonsense out of our system once Savonarola got his just deserts.

EVEN SO, you have to admit that a bonfire of the Bibles (and everything else) trumps a mere Bonfire of the Vanities every day of the week -- and twice on Sunday.

I'd better stop now, because I feel some Junior Samples jokes coming on. . . .