You can now buy tumor-shaped jewelry to show solidarity with persons suffering from breast cancer.
His Majesty: “I suppose it could be worse. They could be showing solidarity with persons suffering from hypospadia.”
A touching essay on how the dying talk about God.
And an unflatterintg look at Harvard divinity professors.
Walter Russell Mead argues that it is our success that has so disorganized our society.
Their reckless frenetic conspiracy-mindedness gives me the only chance I’ll ever have to use the phrase “hell on wheels within wheels.” (more…)
Shock headline from the Daily Mail (UK):
How Mitt Romney’s family baptized wife Ann’s atheist father into Mormon church a year AFTER his death (more…)
Goldurn, Newt Gingrich, you lyin’ bag of bloat, quit tryin’ to make me like you. So fur yur efforts are a durn sight too near successful. Dad blast it, furst a cussed Democrat talked sense and now even yur doin’ it, it ain’t right.
In a single snarky run-on sentence. Which doesn’t mean it isn’t spot-on.
State of the Union speech assessed as being at eighth-grade level.
His Majesty: “Lord Vader, which audience do you mean? The American public, or Congress?”
Yes.
Holding a suspect until the police arrive isn’t vigilante justice. It’s sustaining and upholding the law.
Over the past several years I’ve made several comments at various blogs that same-sex marriage (which is a very big step in the overall destigmatization of homosexuality) will lead to homosexuality becoming a socially acceptable choice.
Well, it has started sooner than I thought it would. I refer you to recent statements by Cynthia Nixon, who, after a 15-year marriage to man, claims she chose to be gay.
Couple this with primary and secondary school textbooks being rewritten to contain positive homosexual characters, and arts and media presenting positive homosexual characters and role models.
I invite you to connect the dots and extrapolate.
Gingrich’s space ideas, some of ‘em, make me want to hoot ‘n’ holler. But his other notions plumb make me want to shoot the cheatin’ varmint. Them thar fancifal decoctions of what he is pleased to call his headpiece are dumber than a steer in a dairy.
A most unusual lecture on some genuinely groundbreaking medical research. Warning: Not for the modest. Hint: The research was on novel treatments for the condition we bashfully call E.D.