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Thursday, Nov. 04, 2004 - 11:06 p.m.

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You Wacky Americans!

Oh you wacky Americans!

Some of you are so enterprising! But did you ask us first???

You're always welcome to visit, but we want you to keep abreast of what's happening down there in your fair country, and help keep the hatemongers in check. Remember to beware the people who love you, but not what you do, not what you stand for, not what you believe in, and tell you that Jesus loves you, but you will go to hell.

More later perhaps. ciao.
in Canadaland

moments later: I swear, you wacky americans! I am getting three times the volume of american political forwards today than I was pre-election. Dang. Thank god some of it has useful suggestions:


1:38 am Dang the day is longer when you get up at 10:30 am instead of 1:30 and you're REAL tired! hehe. Hey, I just saw a funny word on a blog... "god-botherers"... hehe.

When you think of it, all the praying "please God save Mary, please God watch over America, Please GOD let me win the lottery just this time, please god let me stop drinking ..." God-botherers does seem very fitting. Just think of God as the parent of the whole universe. Now think what it is like to have a dog wanting in, the cat wanting food, the kids wanting this for Christmas, and a bandage for their toe, and DANG janey needs stitches in emergency, and oh, there are phonecalls, and the emails, and little bobby is pulling my sleeve... for an hour now he has been saying "please mommy, please mommy please mommy, I love you mommy, I'll clean my room if you just.... please mommy"...

Now multiply that by millions and millions. Imagine instead of a business and a household and the little league you are trying to run the universe. Not just the planet, but the universe. And dealing with the souls of all the dead of the past centuries, judging all those who are dying like flies around the world, fighting with Satan in all his guises, and then millions of people are going "Please god, oh merciful god, please listen to my pleas..." over and over. Some looking at photos of a bearded man with blue eyes, some fingering beads, some sniffling as they sit in jailcells, some trapped under crashed cars. Cripey.

God-botherers. What a brilliant little moniker.

In case you wonder where I read such a thing, it is in the comments of this rather opinionated piece. Makes ya think eh. Today on the radio was a discussion about making the sex-ed program in a Canadian school faith-based, teaching sexual purity until marriage. (how rubbing a body part makes one "impure" i have NO idea. Maybe you are impure if you pick your nose too, or shake hands with people you don't know well enough). Lovely. Apparently the woman thought that if they stop teaching sex-ed in schools, then children will turn to their parents for open dialogue about their bodies and sexuality. Let me die laughing now. Christ. My parents had playboy on the coffeetable and bought us sex-ed books. I snuck into the basement to read them. I didnt ask them about "my body". eeek! And ours was an open, non-taboo household. Imagine in one where you are PURE until you have sex. Of course if you are still bodily pure and want to know about such things, you only have a dirty mind.

But the embracing of ignorance and the blind faith are blinding. Let's me see. All those Christian Homes for Unwed Mothers that used to exist were there cuz parents are so good in instilling Purity and Abstinence, in the absence of nasty liberal public school sex ed classes. Yup.

So, yeah, forward and onward with God in the Whitehouse, the Courts and the Schools. Yay. Funny thing is I thought God was already omnipresent. So I find it hard to see how he needs to get himself elected through smirking men.


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