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Apparently Trump is a fascist. This might be startling to hear if the same accusation had been hurled at every Republican politician since 1945.
These people are idiots.
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I don't ordinarily link to Ann Barnhardt but today I must because of the following:
Oh, and as an aside, but for the record, let me explain something about “speaking in tongues”. Speaking in Tongues is NOT babbling and then claiming that one has just spoken in a long-extinct language. No, that’s called CARNIVAL BARKER BULLSHIT. Speaking in tongues is one of two things. It is either when a person speaks to another person or people in a language they do not know. For example, if I went to China, and miraculously started speaking to Chinese people in perfect, unaccented Mandarin Chinese, presumably so that I could tell them about Jesus Christ and His Holy Church, THAT would be speaking in tongues. The other form is if I got up in front of a group of people from all over the world, and while I perceived myself to be speaking naturally in English, every person there heard me IN THEIR OWN MOTHER TONGUE. Again, babbling in an “extinct language” that no one understands (because it is actually just gibberish) is NOT the gift of the Holy Spirit of speaking in tongues. It is CARNIVAL BARKER BULLSHIT, and it really, really pisses me off.Getting up in church and yammering nonsense used to strike me as faintly delusional, but it didn't really hit home until one of my friends commented that someone from his church wanted to teach him (!) to speak in tongues.
Now, if you're really engaging in glossolalia, you don't need to be taught how to do it. It comes on you, and you do it, and that's it. It's not the kind of thing one person can show another, like how to ride a hoverboard or play the tuba; God reaches down and taps you on the lips and off you go, as Ann says.
I am reminded of the story I read, some years ago, on a now-defunct blog, wherein the writer of said blog took a friend of his, an African missionary, to church with him...and when the pastor began speaking in tongues, it developed that the pastor was speaking an obscure east African dialect, and saying the most unholy things....
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Newspapers whine about the decline of newspapers and I think this guy has it 100% correct: "Please shut up. Nobody feels sorry for you, and probably nobody should."
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Little Big's "My Dick" is stuck in both my and Mrs. Fungus' heads, and today on our way to her mother's house we were coming up with new lyrics:
My car is fancy..was my favorite, but hers was based on a package of candy in the checkout line at the store:
My car is very fancy
my car's so fancy it has bling
I put on to it everything
my car's so heavy it won't move
My bubble...is doubleShe laughed quite a while at that one.
It's a silly song.