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If there comes a day when the preacher's politicians control the state Phinehas will rise from his grave round up the gays and send them down to Guantanamo Bay to entertain the Muslims. The Kingdom's minions will hammer in the heads of our tender young the creation in seven drub social welfare is evil and God's top ten rules. Which I must say rules are meant to be broken. And if that day comes when our children must pray and Jesus is the only way I and my liberal secular humanist co-conspirators will be taken out back beaten naked and shot for refusing to accept that Christ died for us. Or worse yet sent to a re-eduction camp to sing Cumbaya. Unless, of course we move to Canada. Dean Walker

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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