Literally Anti-Christ?

Compare the courageous souls willing to sacrifice as they remake their neighborhoods (actual Christians). . . with the perverted version (pharisees) depicted in this New York Times story about a Kentucky preacher.  

This supposed "minister" invites parishioners to bring guns to church because, as he says, "Not every Christian denomination is pacifist."  Huh?!  How can someone striving to be like Jesus not be a pacifist?  Jesus wasn't a gunslinger or a kung fu artist.  He believed in turning the other cheek, in loving your neighbor, etc.

WWJD? People Who Know the Answer

When you start feeling skeptical about Christianity, you occasionally read stories like the following from the Commercial Appeal, which restores your faith in the ability of people to actually walk the walk.   These are the genuine article: people who emulate Jesus of Nazareth--not the sanctimonious pharisees at the mega-church in the suburbs.

You Remember Sanford, Don't You?

Forget who Mark Sanford is? Well, in addition to aggravating his home state by turning down stimulus money until being forced by the courts, he once brought a couple of pigs inside the legislature.

And, oh yeah, there was that dreadful interview he did with CNN's Wolf Blitzer last year, when he could not answer a simple question about the differences between Bush's economic policies and McCain's, even after just insisting that there were. Kudos to Blitzer for pressing him on the issue.

"That Whole Sparking Thing"

S.C. Gov. Mark Sanford, the holier-than-thou ideologue from S.C. who once bashed Clinton for infidelity, fesses up to similar sins. But Sanford says his extramarital affair was something special, a "remarkable friendship." There were sparks and everything!

He describes "an incredibly earnest conversation" with her about why she should stay with her husband as though he were some sort of marital healer.

See the news conference on SC's WIS-TV.

SC Governor Resurfaces

After going missing for five days, the governor of South Carolina has finally been located. I swear I had nothing to do with the disappearance.

my twist on Descartes

Scrivo, ergo penso. I write; therefore, I think.