Monday, February 12, 2007

YOU JUST CAN’T GUARD AGAINST IT—INTERSTATE CORN

Found this in my email: “This morning on the Interstate, I looked over to my left and there was a woman in a brand new Cadillac doing 65 mph with her face up next to her rear view mirror putting on her eyeliner. I looked away for a couple seconds, and when I looked back she was halfway over in my lane still working on that makeup.

”As a man, I don't scare easily. But she scared me so much I dropped my electric shaver which knocked the donut out of my other hand. In all the confusion of trying to straighten out the car using my knees against the steering wheel, it knocked my cell phone away from my ear which fell into the coffee between my legs, splashed and burned "Big Jim and the Twins," ruined the damn phone, soaked my trousers, and disconnected an important call. Damn women drivers!!!”

AN UN-EASY COLLAGE

I came across these two ads and somehow the two faces and the Arabic conundrum all melded together into a familiar American nightmare I was aware of in my younger days. So I snip-snipped and put it together. If it's still true I don't know. Are American women happier with their macho males or less? Has the macho male softened and become more enlightened? Who knows? Of course, generalizations are false to begin with so just take my quick and easy collage to be simple act of creation, meaning nothing larger that just what it is.


CHRISTIAN MEGA-CHURCH PASTORS—
IT COULDN’T BE ABOUT MONEY COULD IT?

The following snippet demonstrates again that the average fundamentalist is blind and easily duped, and, again, I can’t explain more forcefully that there has to be a synaptical connect between believing in a hypothetical superbeing in the sky for which there is not one shred of evidence and the everyday, normal gullibility of church attendees who don’t see the corruption in the leaders who are fleecing them like the sheep they teach their congregations that Jesus expects them to be—eternally like little children. And, again, it’s the political connection attached to his/her religious side by which we can see this pastor’s corruption—politics and religion do not mix. And we can also see the nasty underbelly of Republican political leaders who use the sheep of the Christian flock for power and financial gain—which the Republican Party is all about and which Bush and company have again blatantly demonstrated. Anyhow, read it and weep:

[SNIP]
A Washington, D.C., watchdog group is filing a complaint with the Internal Revenue Service against television evangelist Mac Hammond's Brooklyn Park mega-church based on documents obtained by Minnesota Monitor that purport the pastor arranged several lucrative deals with the church.

These documents describe financial agreements in which Hammond bought a plane from the Living Word Christian Center and then leased it and another plane back to the church for almost $900,000 a year and obtained loans—some of them unsecured—for $1.9 million.

"Pastor Hammond and the LWCC have shown a disturbing pattern of violating federal tax law, and the IRS has done nothing," said Melanie Sloan, executive director of CREW. "The IRS has not hesitated to target liberal organizations. When will enough be enough and the IRS finally step in and investigate a conservative church that has repeatedly demonstrated its contempt for federal law?"

This will be the second complaint CREW has filed against the church. In October, CREW alleged that the church violated tax laws when Rep. Michele Bachmann, R-Minn., made a campaign speech at a Sunday service and web broadcast. During Hammond's introduction of the candidate, he told the church that he would be voting for Bachmann.
There were two problems with Hammond's endorsement: Hammond did not live in Bachmann's district, and endorsing a candidate from the pulpit violates of IRS rules concerning churches.
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The whole sordid story can be found at the Minnesota Monitor.

2 comments:

Toad734 said...

Well at least he wasn't smoking meth with male prostitutes. You can be cured of that by the way.

Geo said...

But how does one get cured of the hypothesis that there's a large, caring teddy bear in the sky who smells your every fart?