(Note: If you read only the first part, you will do me a disservice. Either set yourself to read the whole of what I have to say or do not look upon another line.)
I am pro death penalty.
I am radically pro death penalty.
When I hear a nominee for our supreme court waffle over the question “what is a woman?” in my rage, I want to kill her. I want to call fire down from heaven so that nothing but cinders would be left as a testament of that equivocating devil who would destroy the world, for that is what she means, that is what the Democrats seem to mean, the destruction of meaning, the desecration of creation, the removal of that pinnacle of God’s work, man and woman.
I am more of an airy minded fellow, and though I think it a travesty, if the reports are true, that she has done what she can to protect pedophiles from the law, that she is a pedophile-phileāsomething just as worthy of deathāmy ire and outrage is still focused on her philosophical crimes. When I hear this waffling before our representatives, I find I want to turn my back on all of man. If this is civilization, it would be better to be an ogre in a cave.
My heart cries bring out the guillotine, but let a trough gather up the blood lest one drop of that poison pollute God’s green earth.
Thus were my prayers last night, and like unto the Sons of Thunder, my Lord gave rebuke, for as I knelt there by my bed I was remembered of The Tares and the Wheat. So I repented, forcing my disobedient tongue to say the words, and prayed that God would correct my erring heart.
This morning then, when I opened up my Bible, I found that the reading set for meāset long agoāwas again that parable of The Wheat and the Chaff.
The mercy of God is most infuriatingāhis forgiveness unforgivableāfor it is new every morning
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