We’re drowning in crap.

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yet the American tradition of public prayer to the GOD of all creation (no knives, no animal sacrifice, no blood, just prayer) lest he become angry with our country, needs to be crushed at all cost……

we aren’t even allowed to pray within 500′ of an abortion clinic. no insane ritual sacrifice occuring there.

maybe we can start praying at slaughter houses and . . . . . . .

Dreams from My Father — Barack Obama (excerpts from pgs 36-50)

“… It had taken me less than six months to learn Indonesia’s language, it’s customs, and it’s legends…..

Like many Indonesians, Lolo followed a brand of Islam that could make room for the remnants of more ancient animist and Hindu faiths….

The world was violent, I was learning, unpredictable and often cruel…
But her knowledge of floods and exorcisms and cockfights left much to be desired…
So it was to Lolo that I turned for guidance and instruction.

POWER: The word fixed in my mother’s mind like a curse. In America, it had generally remained hidden from view until you dug beneath the surface of things;….

He was right, of course. She was foreigner, middle-class and white and protected by her heredity whether she wanted protection or not. She could always leave if things got too messy. That possibility negated anything she might say to Lolo; it was the unbreachable barrier between them. She looked out the window now and saw that Lolo and I had moved on, the grass flattened where the two us us had been. The sight made her shudder slightly, and she rose to her feet filled with a sudden panic.
Power was taking her son.

…Such arguments were rare, though; my mother and Lolo would remain cordial though, …the separation and eventual divorce, up until the last time I saw Lolo, ten years later, when my mother helped him travel to Los Angeles to treat a liver ailment that would kill him at the age of fifty-one.

What tension I noticed had mainly to do with the gradual shift in my mother’s attitude toward me. She had always encouraged my rapid acculturation in Indonesia: ….She had taught me to disdain the blend of ignorance and arrogance that too often characterized Americans abroad.

…”If you want to grow into a human being,” she would say to me, “you’re going to needs some values.”…
It was as if, by traveling halfway around the globe, away from the smugness and hypocrisy that familiarity had disclosed, my mother could give voice to the virtues of her midwestern past and offer them up in distilled form.

…My mother’s confidence in needlepoint virtues depended on a faith I didn’t possess, a faith that she would refuse to describe as religious: that, in fact, her experience told her was sacrilegious:…

She had only one ally in all this, and that was the distant authority of my father…He had led his life according to…, principles that promised a higher form of power.

I would follow his example, my mother decided. I had no choice. It was in the genes.
“You have me to thank for your eyebrow….your father has these little wispy eyebrows that don’t amount to much. But, your brains, your character, you got from him.”

They know better than to do that. If they even peek from behind their desks and slightly frown with disapproval….they will be treated my Islamists just like the Eid al-adha animals are…albeit with a lot less mercy than shown the animals.

No, they do courageous things, like throw paint on people from behind….and protest only those who wont slit their throats for speaking out against a religious tradition steeped in blood and death.. yeah, go after those murderous and dangerous Hindus…that’s the spirit. Hypocritical buttock cleansers.

“Happy El Preducto”

How long before it is also happening in America?