Attempted coup: Minneapolis

Larry Craig wants you to know that he is totally 100 percent crazy for teh pussy.

Take heart, those of you who fear that radical homosexual activists were able to recruit a sitting member of the United States Senate into their perverted lifestyle. Larry Craig has gone on the record, emphatically stating that penis will never touch his thin, reptilian lips:

Sen. Larry Craig, the Idaho Republican who pleaded guilty earlier this month to disorderly conduct after his arrest earlier this month on suspicion of lewd behavior in a Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport bathroom, issued a statement today saying he was innocent.

"I am not gay," he said twice during a 10-minute statement. "I did nothing wrong at the Minneapolis airport and I regret the decision to plead guilty."

Deliberately obscured by The Left's predictable cries of "hypocrisy" in this tragedy is one key fact: Liberals would never have been able to nearly seduce him into this debased life of Pottery Barn shopping and tearoom sex were it not for the infernal gayifying powers of the MSM.

Craig said he "overreacted" to the arrest by not consulting with counsel or family, in hopes of "making it go away." And he blamed his state of mind on the Idaho Statesman, the state's leading newspaper, which he said for eight months had "relentlessly and viciously harassed" him and his family. "Let me be clear," he said. "I am not gay and never have been."

In an editorial this morning, the Statesman called on Craig, who has been in Washington for 27 years, to "speak candidly with the people who have hired him for more than a quarter of a century." A headline on the front page read, "Men's room arrest reopens questions about Sen. Larry Craig," and the article included his denials in a 1982 congressional page scandal. Calling the paper's campaign "a witch hunt," Craig said the paper's investigation had fueled unfounded rumors in Idaho about his sexual orientation.

This is sexual abuse of the worst sort -- liberals, feminists, and other members of the professional victim caste, where is your Outrage? Call the most ardent heterosexual a homo long enough and eventually he succumbs to the label. It's a self-fulfilling prophesy, and one that seems to exclusively afflict Republicans. I only hope that noted lady's men David Dreier and Ken Mehlman share the same resolve as Senator Craig and can similarly avoid such a horrid fate. Praise Him!

Briefly

The Outrage is flowing like lava today, but Conchita's applying the thumbscrews in her typically sadistic manner. Go work yourself into a Righteous lather over the following, and be sure to tell them Sister Nancy Beth sent you.

† Old Europe: Perverting Christian Values for 600 years -- Boy, here's a shocker. France and sodomy have gone together like George Michael and sex in public restrooms since the late medieval era:

Civil unions between male couples existed around 600 years ago in medieval Europe, a historian now says.

Historical evidence, including legal documents and gravesites, can be interpreted as supporting the prevalence of homosexual relationships hundreds of years ago, said Allan Tulchin of Shippensburg University in Pennsylvania.

If accurate, the results indicate socially sanctioned same-sex unions are nothing new, nor were they taboo in the past.

Radical homosexual activists will try to twist this into "evidence" to support enactment of their perverted agenda, but the real lesson is obvious: France, its former colonies, and people of French descent should be shunned as the moral reprobates they truly are.

† Bye-bye, Berto: Quite frankly, this serves Our President right for hiring an illegal immigrant to do the job that many other people (like me, for example) were more qualified for. If President Bush had listened to the Republican rank & file rather than trying to woo DemocRATS like Teddy Kennedy (who is fat), he could have spared everyone a lot of aggravation. See you in front of Home Depot, Alberto!

† The next Pearl Harbor. The western ideal of beauty is the foundation upon which civilized society rests, or so it will say in the Christian Cosmetology textbook I plan to write one of these days (it's a shoo-in in Texas!). Imagine my horror to learn that one of our purported allies, Japan, is once again attempting to blast Freedom to Kingdom Come by redefining traditional beauty in a way to whip up the natives into a kimono-wearing, tea-sipping, kamikaze-bombing, nationalistic frenzy:

Shampoo advertising in Japan typically featured glamorous blondes praising imports from Procter & Gamble and Unilever.

But ads for Tsubaki, the latest hit from local cosmetics maker Shiseido Co., feature famous Japanese women and an unusually direct slogan: "Japanese women are beautiful."

It gets worse. Just look at what qualifies as front-office ready in this bold new multicultural world:

Sakura Ikeda, 31, an artist who makes miniature animals, is sold on Tsubaki.

"It makes my hair soft and moist," she said.

Great, so the height of fashion these people are being told to aspire to is a head full of damp hair, like they just ran a marathon? It begs the question of why they should even bathe at all. This fits in suspiciously well with liberals' backwards approach to personal grooming, and casts all those sweaty, leotard-clad moonbats at the yoga studio in an even more suspicious light. Christians are advised to monitor the trend on these shores, as Japan's & The Left's shared hatred of Beauty and America makes them likely allies. We might be reopening Manzanar yet! Praise Him!

Repent, Hollywood

Admit it, you've long suspected as much.

While most of us are capable of doing little more than despairing over Hollywood's estimable track record for converting Our Nation into an enormous opium den populated by the likes of hoodlums, perverts, and environmentalists, it embiggens my Spirit to report that a group of Christians are fighting back and taking no prisoners. Just look at the body blows they've dealt to those mop-topped wreckers of civilization better known as the Beatles:

At one point in Jared Hutchins' young life, the Beatles were a big problem.

"I had to stop listening to them for a while," said Hutchins, who lives in Cumming, Georgia, and plays the piano, guitar and harmonica. He said the group's world view "had a negative effect on me," and made him irritable and angry.

"God owns my life, not the Beatles," he said simply. Although Hutchins said he enjoys a wide range of music -- from Pink Floyd and Arcade Fire to Christian bands such as Hillsong United -- he said he has to be careful of what music he listens to, for the same reason he temporarily turned off the Beatles.

I am happy to report that through the power of Prayer, these pied pipers of Satanism have gotten their Divine comeuppance: Two are dead, one might as well be, and the last I saw of Paul McCartney, his eyebrows had been tweezed to within an inch of his life. Game, set, match -- JESUS!!! You best watch your back, Harry Chapin.

It should come as no surprise to learn that this counterinsurgency against Hollywood's guerrilla war on Christian Virtue is very much an important part of the Global War on Terror:

And so, Ron Luce, the 46-year-old founder of the organization, has waged a modern-day crusade against "purveyors of popular culture," whom he has condemned as "the enemy." More than two decades old, Teen Mania estimates it has reached more than 2 million teens with its message "of living completely for Christ." ...

"Kids are hurting," he said. And of those who he feels inflict these moral wounds, Luce said, "We call them terrorists, virtue terrorists, that are destroying our kids."

"They're raping virgin teenage America on the sidewalk, and everybody's walking by and acting like everything's OK. And it's just not OK."

There are clearly elements of the Kitty Genovese tragedy at work here, which, as Michelle Malkin tells us, is the handiwork of Muslims, so they're agents in this conspiracy, too. I'm hard pressed to determine exactly which moment in popular culture represents Hollywood's 9/11 attack (that time a pantyless Britney S. flashed her ladyparts at an unsuspecting American public has a slight edge), but it's high time that the Evildoers are held responsible for their atrocities. If Hollywood doesn't come to its senses and accept Jesus Christ as its Lord and Savior, they'll find themselves sitting through the Operation Iraqi Freedom II: Electric Boogaloo.

Amin for all seasons

Dear Homos,

It looks as if you'll have to find some other tropical paradise to host your debauched circuit parties, because Uganda is now off the table for Jungle Fever:

Hundreds of people in Uganda joined rallies on Tuesday to denounce homosexuality, a practice they fear is growing in the largely conservative African state.

Homosexuality carries a maximum sentence of life imprisonment in Uganda, like in most African states.

Protestors from various religious groups, including Christians, Muslims and Bahai, held signs that read "Homosexuality is crime. That's the law. Keep it." and "God loves homos, he hates homosexuality." They were in Kampala trying to urge the government to uphold the country's ban against what conservatives have called a "repugnant practice" ahead of November's Commonwealth Summit.

Given Uganda's rich Moral heritage, this denunciation of the Sinful homosexual lifestyle must especially sting. Feel the burn, ladies, and praise Him!

Peel sessions

Goodness, I've been a slatternly blogmistress lately, haven't I? Well, what can you expect after nearly a week of the most harrowing Persecution in the annals of Christian Martyrdom? This past Sunday Jesus & I took His brother & niece to protest Point Dume in Malibu, resulting in the worst sunburn I've had since 1992. The peeling on my face began in earnest yesterday, so instead of the usual milk & honey complexion you've all undoubtedly come to equate with me, I resemble nothing so much as some horrible b-movie creature sloughing off an outer layer of its epidermis before it attacks again. Maybe this was a Blessing in disguise, since I was more concerned with reapplying my concealer & foundation than paying any mind to that dreadful business consultant, who's once again buzzing around the Beauty Palace like a gnat with her portfolio full of stupid ideas about "branding the Conchita's Unisex Beauty Palace Experience." It's not as if she asked, but I told her that "Conchita's Unisex Beauty Palace Experience" sounded more like a psychedelic light show than the gulag this place really is, and that any hack MBA worth her salt would "re-brand" it as Conchita's Unisex Concentration Camp. Tuesday I went to protest my chiropractor, who wondered why I had so much tension in my lower back. I dunno, maybe from sharing my apartment for the past eight days with a two year old who -- if my suspicions are correct -- is possessed by Satan? He says I'm on track for a pinched nerve (again!) if this keeps up (it won't -- she shipped out on Monday. Hurray!), so he's got me protesting his office twice this week. I figured the possibility of a pinched nerve was as good as any a reason to play hookie, so I took a religious holiday and told Conchita I was observing the Queenship of Mary, which I did by going to Thai Town for lunch and then resuming the arduous task of documenting every instance of full-frontal male nudity on the television show Oz for Bob Knight's Culture & Media Institute. Obviously this is a heavy cross for just one person to bear, but I am confident that Western Civilization will soon be thanking me for my efforts. More blogging goodness to follow, Christians. Praise Him!

Animal welfare

If any of you doubt that public assistance programs sap the recipients' desire to work, you should look no further than your local zoo. Jesus and I took His brother and niece to protest the LA Zoo yesterday (sorry, no pictures), and I was shocked that a socialist welfare program like this is still going on, even 18 years after the fall of Communism. Most of our afternoon was spent visually scouring their cages for any signs of life, but it became apparent that they were more interested in hiding in their dressing rooms than doing their jobs -- which is entertaining us, their paying customers. The few animals we did see were so torpid they could have been stuffed.

Quite frankly, I find the very premise of a zoo ideologically suspect. Animals are selected according to their value as members of a certain species, rather than their merit. It's identity politics run amok, and a chilling omen of what The Left's fixation on diversity will ulitmately lead to outside the zoo's walls: Ethnic minorities (who are probably here illegally) living the life of Riley on the dole while we conservatives are forced to support their indolent lifestyle through exorbitant taxes on gasoline and email. It is, in short, an Outrage, and I hope Star Parker devotes a column to this assault on Free Market ideals in the very near future.

Perhaps the greatest Outrage of all was the appalling level on denial about the threat radical Islam presents to Our Nation. Not once did I see any mention of 9/11 or the heroism we conservative bloggers have been vigilantly displaying ever since that dreaded day in the zoo exhibits. It's enough to make you think the animal rights crowd would welcome being overrun by Muslims. Well, I am onto them, and I plan to harp loudly on these enemies of Freedom until the next blogospheric distraction, which will probably be Monday. Praise Him!

Swift Boat Beauticians for Truth

Ask for us by name!

Chairman Hillary's crimes against Our Nation are legion: She killed her former trysting partners Vincent Foster, Ron Brown, and Paul Wellstone in cold blood, and so expertly disguised her handiwork that to this day there is no conclusive proof of her involvement. She parlayed a crooked deal from the backwaters of Arkansas into an attempted coup against America's insurance companies, the result of which would have been the reestablishment of World Communism. She turned formerly conservative heterosexual David Brock into a Marx-spouting florist hellbent on destroying America. She has sought to cheapen America's political discourse even further by flaunting her dirty pillows on CSPAN and campaigning as America's MILF candidate. But perhaps worst of all, she has calculatingly gone from hairdo to hairdo in a pathetic attempt to curry favor with the DemocRATS' special interest groups, a flagrant abuse of the sacred arts of Cosmetology that I simply will not countenance.

Unbelievably, this is only half the story. "But wait," you must be thinking, "how many crimes is one person capable of committing?" Sadly, when you're evil incarnate and abetted by the liberal media, the answer is: plenty.

Evoking the Vietnam Navy veterans who helped sink Sen. John Kerry's presidential bid in 2004, a newly formed foundation has launched a campaign to "Truth Boat" Sen. Hillary Clinton, claiming the mainstream media have protected her from incontrovertible evidence of illegal conduct.

Wall Street whistleblower Jim Nesfield's Equal Justice Foundation features Peter Franklin Paul's fraud suit against the Clintons and the accompanying allegations against the New York senator.

"It's the No. 1 civil case in the country exposing an unprecedented array of frauds and obstruction of justice by the Clintons that the media refuses to report," Nesfield told WND.

In a year-long effort coinciding with the presidential campaign, Nesfield will try to mobilize a consortium of bloggers to "crash through" what he calls "the information blockade" created by U.S. media. His aim, he says, is to "help educate the public about the facts of Hillary Clinton's misconduct as presented in Paul v. Clinton."

Judging by her record of clean getaways, there's really little doubt that Chairman Hillary and her jackals will snow the legal system into letting her off scot-free yet again. Already they've maligned the character of Mr. Paul, depicting him as an inveterate criminal, when what's closer to the truth is that the Clintons have probably been framing him since the late 1970s. Actually, the real question is whether we'll be hearing about this during the four (or -- God help us -- eight) years of an inevitable Hillary presidency. Clearly my Prayer Warriors will not be silenced. We can only hope MSM returns to its sense of responsibility and shows a similar sense of duty to Our Nation. Praise Him!

Eggplants of Evil

Liberals have been using the vegetable kingdom to lead us Christians out of our churches and into the waiting arms of the Occult for centuries now, even going so far as to tempt us with finding "Heaven in a wild flower." I hate to rain on your patchouli-scented parade, hippies, but the only place where you're going to find the way to Heaven is in The Bible. Given the adversarial relationship between the natural world and Our Faith, I view the following story not with the sense of vindication you might expect, but rather with utter trepidation:

Felicia Teske of Boothwyn says she was preparing fried eggplant for dinner Sunday evening and noticed that the seeds in one slice seemed to spell out the word "GOD".

Felicia says she bought the eggplant at a roadside produce stand a while back, and also says the discovery has really given her food for thought. Felicia told Action News that she recently had family members pass away and it is comforting that "GOD" appeared.

A little known fact that the MSM outfit reporting this story won't tell you is that eggplants are well-regarded accessories to the homosexual lifestyle. What meeting of radical homosexual activists would be complete without smoked Japanese eggplant & goat cheese canapés? Think about it: Have you ever seen a straight person buy an eggplant? I think not. This is clearly Satan's trickery, and countless millions of earnest Christians who read this story will be deceived into eating eggplant under the mistaken impression that it will bring them closer to our Savior, rather than being the path to Moral ruination that it truly is. Had The Lord really wanted to appear to His followers, He would have shown up in some hearty American fare like a side of beef or a 22-piece bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken, not some wussified vegetarian dish. Praise Him!

Weep, America

This is tragic news for Our Nation:

Karl Rove, President Bush's longtime political adviser, is resigning as White House deputy chief of staff effective Aug. 31, and returning to Texas, marking a turning point for the Bush presidency. ...

"I just think it's time," Mr. Rove said in the interview. "There's always something that can keep you here, and as much as I'd like to be here, I've got to do this for the sake of my family." Mr. Rove and his wife have a home in Ingram, Texas, and a son who attends college in nearby San Antonio.

The only silver lining I can see would be this: His wife runs for president of the local African violet society and he tars her opponent as a terrorist-coddling lesbian. Praise Him!

Friday random ten - now with statistics!

Friday filler blogging continues, this time with a glimpse at what came up on my iPod. Is anything more fascinating? Certainly not for me!

Portrait - Alastair Galbraith
Same Old Routine - Charalambides
Dere Geliyor Dere - The Ex & Tom Cora
Isa Lei - Ry Cooder & V.M. Bhatt
This Is A Happy Garden - The Moles
The Ugly Vision - Guided By Voices
Point Of Disgust - Low
Yellow Lights - Marissa Nadler
Phenomenal Cat - The Kinks
Caesar - The Cannanes

I've calculated the average date of release for these tracks to be 1994 (technically it's 1994.4, which I guess would be somewhere around late April), which feels like a lifetime ago: I had just landed my first real job (the kind that has benefits, you know?) slinging hash for a Satanic entertainment law firm in Century City, and I was still living in an overpriced apartment in Westwood from my undergrad days. I was reaching the end of a period I've come to call Hurricane Joshua (officially pronounced dead in October of 1994), three years marked by Josh's increasingly uncontrolled drinking (and joblessness) and my mounting credit card debt. Good times. One of the few bright spots of those days were the periodic mailorder record catalogs I'd get from the likes of Scat, Matador, Ajax, & Forced Exposure, all of which felt like oxygen masks dropping into my lap from the overhead storage compartments above. At least something was bringing a little joy into my life. So thanks for the memories, Indie Rock; may they live on forever on my hard drive. Praise Him!

Friday filler blogging -- cat blogging

I've had two horrible days in a row at the Beauty Palace, so I've been too exhausted to summon my usual Outrage at the misdeeds of The Left: Muslims are taking over America's financial services industries? Just so long as they don't chop my head off on Al Jazeera for bouncing a check. And America's airwaves are controlled by radical homosexual activists? Boy, I sure didn't see that one coming!

The reason for my misery is that Conchita has enlisted the help of some cultist who calls herself a "business consultant" to help "grow" the business. There was an initial meeting where all of us employees could offer any suggestions that might increase revenue, and I proposed that we offer a shampoo using Holy Water, and since America no longer wants to see hairdos like Chairman Hillary's quasi-feminine bob, we should fire anyone on staff who performs such an abomination, for treason. I said this looking squarely at my archnemesis, Chris, the radical homosexual hairstylist who's been gunning for me for years. The quack's response was, "I'm not interested in hair, Nancy Beth, I'm interested in ideas," an objectively pro-terrorist dodge if I've ever heard one, even if it was delivered in New Age business-speak. Strike one, lady.

Once we opened, Conchita rode my ass pretty much all day, having me call this city department or that state agency to inquire about permits and licenses she's never going to file for anyways. "Look, Conchita," I finally balked, "I don't even vote for Democrats, so why are you making me navigate this byzantine regulatory maze you've created? If there's anyone who should be doing so, it's Chris," who put down his clippers and looked my way at the mention of his name. 3-2-1... incoming... nothing. Good. That got her off my back for a little while, but then a new crisis emerged: The only thing keeping Conchita's Unisex Beauty Palace from collapsing into a black hole of fiscal insolvency was my ability to make a reservation at Tesoro for Conchita, the consultant, and their mutual friend, the slutty legal secretary. Ugh, all the horrible pieces suddenly fit together.

When they came back from lunch, the three of them were gabbing about this feng-shui business, which the best I can tell is some hybrid form of paganism and interior decorating, and how they'd like to do over the Beauty Palace according to its Satanic beliefs. Terrific: heathen Chinee + homosexuals = 1 unhappy sister. My ordeals here are truly endless.

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Anyway, on to happier subjects, like my cat. In the picture above, he's taking a nap after helping Jesus study His anatomy & physiology plates... a course Jesus just passed with flying colors, I might add. So sleep while you can, little man, because next Monday Jesus' brother and two-year old niece are coming to stay with us for a week. Kitty's got a few hiding places that are outside my reach that he retreats to when it's time for his fluid injections, but I think the two year old's lower center of gravity and nimble little fingers are certainly going to put them to the test. I wish him luck. Praise Him!

Abstinence-only cosmetology

Abstinence-only education has not only been remarkably effective in keeping the young ladies of Our Nation from turning into pole-dancing harlots, but its message of temperance and self-denial is nearly identical to the tenets of Christian Cosmetology. As Prayer Warriors Newsmax note, passing that cherished tube of Pink Frost around like a doobie at a YearlyKos conference and just might leave you with a disfiguring social disease:

Also, sharing lipsticks is another way that makeup can cause health problems. Sharing lipsticks, lip glosses or lip balms with someone who may have a strain of the herpes virus could leave you with cold sores of your own. Remember, people can harbor this particular virus on their lips without having an active cold sore so it will not always be visible.

For too long, proponents of "safe" makeup have let their disinformation campaigns and mantra of "If it feels good, do it" lead our daughters astray, and at a terrible price: The promiscuous application of makeup can lead to any number of heartrending outcomes, be it pink eye, unexpected pregnancy, or even AIDS. Until our public schools are free to implement a silver ring thing-type cosmetology program without fear of spurious lawsuits from The Left, you should advise your daughter to keep her makeup bag and legs firmly closed. Praise Him!

Briefly

There are many things getting my goat today, Christians. Because I fear my absence from blogging may have pushed America even further into the Moral abyss (as well as setting back the military campaign in Iraq by at least six months), I'm going to combine three shots of Outrage into one, so be sure to designate a driver.

† Perhaps displaying the natural affinity between radical homosexual activists and Old Europe, the lexicon of man-on-man buttsex is rife with perverted expressions such as "French Active" and "Greek Passive." Into this horrifying patois comes yet another semen-tinged phrase from our European "allies": Dutch Insertive

Dutch embassies will investigate homosexual rights in all of its 36 "partner countries" receiving foreign aid, and pressure many of those nations to decriminalise homosexual behaviour under a plan supported by the Netherlands Ministry for Foreign Affairs.

The Dutch journal, Volkskrant, reports that Bert Koenders, Minister for Development Cooperation, has launched the inquiry, which will require embassy officials to investigate not only the legal status of homosexuality, but also the level of social acceptance of homosexuality and how possibly to increase that acceptance in the populace.

Dutch embassies will lobby governments in countries outlawing homosexual behaviour to scrap anti-homosexual legislation. Of the Netherlands 36 partner countries, 18 penalise homosexual acts in some way and 3 others permit the death penalty.

Outrageous, but hardly surprising -- after all, need I remind anybody that Muslims live in the Netherlands? I tip my hat to our Dutch friends, who've managed to achieve that delicate balance of importing Sharia and exporting sodomy that liberals have been seeking for years.

† MSM spins for The Left -- again. Because the liberal media wants your sons and daughters to grow into homosexuals and man-hungry tramps, respectively, they'll rarely let things like facts get in the way, particularly if it means they can badmouth abstinence-only education. MSMBS shows us how it's done:

In high-income countries, programs that encourage abstinence from sex as the only method of preventing HIV infection are not effective in achieving this goal, findings from a review of trial data suggest. ...

Compared with no program, safer sex programs, and various other control programs, the abstinence-only programs did not seem to reduce HIV risk. Specifically, abstinence-only programs did not influence the rate of unprotected vaginal sex, the number of sexual partners, condom use, or initiation of sexual activity.

Opposite effect

In one trial, there was evidence that abstinence-only programs may have had an adverse effect. Compared with a comparison group of young people who did not participate in an HIV prevention program, abstinence-only programs were associated with a rise in sexually transmitted infections and pregnancy. Still, the authors note that other trials did not show a significant link between abstinence-only programs and these outcomes

What I'm missing here is how this disproves the central tenet of abstinence-only education: If you have sex, you'll get AIDS and go to Hell. Why this remains so controversial is beyond me; it should be drummed into the head of every American from the age of 5 years onward.

† And finally, sweet vindication for the Rumsfeld doctrine! America's armed forces are getting an infusion of fresh blood -- or perhaps I should say fresh oil -- from some new recruits who aren't obese, borderline retarded, or criminals:

The U.S. Army quietly entered a new era earlier this summer when it sent the first armed ground robots into action in Iraq. ...

The three robots, which tote M249 rifles and are remotely controlled by a soldier through a terminal, have been in Iraq since April and are with the 3rd Infantry Division, 3rd Brigade.

After three years of development at the Armament Research, Development and Engineering Center at Picatinny Arsenal, N.J., the robots were formally approved for combat use in June. Their exact whereabouts and missions are classified, but Zecca could confirm that they have been used in reconnaissance tasks and street patrols.

And the best part of all is that we don't have to worry about them penning treasonous articles for The New Republic. Praise Him!

Remember the Al-homo

What is it about San Antonio that makes it irresisitible to the enemies of Freedom? It was first overrun by illegal aliens back in 1836, and now it appears to have fallen into the clutches of those accursed radical homosexual activists:

On July 2, San Antonio Police Chief William McManus served as grand marshal of the city's "Gay Pride Parade," which was held to mark the end of Gay Pride Month in the Alamo City. Chief McManus has spearheaded efforts to reach out to the city's homosexual population.

The thought of our law enforcement agencies entering into any sort of union with these perverts should give anyone pause: Are they attempting to turn America into a San Francisco-like police state where wearing white shoes after Labor Day is a felony and being a Christian is a capital offense? Because that certainly seems to be the case:

According to the San Antonio Express-News, Chief McManus attended meetings of a homosexual political action committee and took his wife to homosexual nightclubs to familiarize himself with the community. Reports also indicate the police chief plans to launch an outreach program to recruit more homosexuals to serve as police officers.

Americans must be ever watchful of the danger homos pose to Our Nation. In the past, their seditious threats were limited to backwards-masked messages on Barbra Streisand albums, but the continuing erosion of Morals in our society has allowed them to become more brazen. If we don't say "enough" to this naked power grab, there's no telling what abuses of civil liberties Our Nation will experience. Praise Him!

Wednesday excuses-for-not-blogging-for-the-past-week blogging

Hopefully this won't turn into a regular feature. Sorry to be so quiet on this end, Christians, but my sister passed away after a two year struggle with cancer last week. Given my state, it was probably best I didn't write anything, because the sentiments I was expressing to friends -- that Christianity offers precious little in the way of spiritual comfort, that terminally ill people shouldn't have to fight with their insurance companies, that life isn't so precious and death isn't so fearsome -- would have probably made you think Sister Nancy Beth had become a raving lesbian and was auditioning for a spot as a diarist on DailyKos. Needless to say, I I'm back to my old self, and I'm more than ready to fight the good fight against The Left. I hope you don't mind, but I'm turning off comments for this one. I've had two solid days of people expressing their condolences, and while I appreciate the generosity of spirit it represents, there are more pressing matters at hand -- like blaming the woes of Our Nation on Muslims and homosexuals. They've had a free ride long enough, so it's high time they once again feel the sting of my lash. Praise Him!