We Will Bury You!

I’ve got my shoe in hand, now all I need to do is find a podium.

Seriously, I advise all my religious friends to enjoy their triumphalism only in moderation. Reality–the Fall–God’s omnipotent sense of humor–have a way of derailing the most gleeful plans. Its no use having lots of little folk if you send them off to Charlotte Simmons U. to be animalized, for instance.

There are better reasons to embrace life and creation, in other words, to be philoprogenitive, then subtle demographic scheming.

Still, my secular friends should take this seriously, the poor boobies. They may feel well-fed, but what if the meal is seedcorn?