Sunday, August 7, 2011

Butterflies and Bees, etc.

First, a bit of politics. Rick Perry, having unsuccessfully tried to pray away the drought in Texas, held a day of prayer in seek of divine help for our government. Or else for money and power, aka the usual stuff politicans seek from American Jesus.
The event was Perry's idea but was financed by the American Family Association, a Tupelo, Miss.-based group that opposes abortion and gay rights and believes that the First Amendment freedom of religion applies only to Christians.

Second, someone once said this blog does not have enough butterfly pictures.

(Cross-posted at Whiskey Fire)


Jennifer said...

I saw many a swallowtail up North, but never had my camera at the right time. I was glad to see they were around though... our butterfly pickings down here have been slim.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Oh, so vacation is over?

Has Mr. Lake-Jumper gotten over his torment?

Randal Graves said...

I'm so sick of these half-assed, Johnny-come-lately Jesus freaks because none of them ever rant in front of backgrounds as cool as the D&D geekery of John Hagee.

Demons, motherfucker.

Jennifer said...

Vacation wasn't really vacation this year... it's been a f***ed up summer on many levels. What should have been 9 days lakeside, was really only 3 or so for me. I'll just have to go up more in the fall.

Mr. Lake-Jumper is still whacked out on steroids so he's mainly thinking about where his next pee will be.

none of them ever rant in front of backgrounds as cool as the D&D geekery of John Hagee.


Dr.KennethNoisewater said...

I may become a believer. Sure, you can't pray away the gay, but apparently you can pray away the smart.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

You don't have to become a believer to fleece the sheep- you just have to fake it until you have their cashola.

mikey said...

Mommy and Daddy tell you to believe the stories of the book, the big bearded white man in the clouds called 'god' and his only begotten son, the blue eyed blond from Gallilee. And you believe, even if you don't know what the hell "begotten" means.

And then Granny gets sick, and Mommy and Daddy tell you to pray really hard and you can save Granny, so you do, even though you don't really know how to "pray", but you fold your hands together real tight and you get down on your knees and you scrunch your eyes closed as tight as you can and you tell the big old bearded man in the clouds called god that you love Granny and you don't want her to be sick any more.

And Granny dies, and Mommy and Daddy tell you that it's 'god's will" and that he works in mysterious ways and you're really sad, and in your heart you're pissed at the old bearded man in the clouds 'cause apparently he killed Granny for no reason.

But time passes and you get older and you find that it's often just easier to go through the motions, to do what they say and not think about it too much. So when the man in the real nice suit on the teevee tells you to send him some of your money and he'll share some with god, you barely even wonder why the big old bearded man in the clouds wants some of your money, you try to figure out the math, and you send in what you figure you can afford, because somebody's always told you what god wanted and they've always warned you of the awful stuff that will certainly happen if you don't do what they said god wanted you to do, and you don't want any more awful stuff to happen and it just seems somehow easier, not to mention safer, to once again do what they say....

Unknown said...

I like the Tawny=edged Skipper.

I hate, with every fiber of my being,Rick The Hair Perry. How was the turnout for his little prayer meeting? I say little because most of the seats were empty I think.

Substance McGravitas said...

Sure, one white bug. Real diverse there, LIEBERAL.