Itâs happened. On Thursday BSA President Robert Gates announced that the organizationâs unconditional surrender to the homo-fascist left is forthcoming and that the BSA will soon invite men who have sex with males (MSM) to become troop leaders. âThe status quo in our movementâs membership standards cannot be sustained,â Gates disingenuously claimed, indicating that to maintain the BSAâs century-old proscription on âoutâ homosexual men would spell âthe end of us as a national movement.â
In order to determine that which something is, it is sometimes helpful to first explore that which it is not. Hence, we can delineate that which is âgay marriageâ by first understanding marriage itself. Jesus defined marriage for us. His definition is reflected in the spiritual, biological and in-every-other-way-self-evident order of His divinely defined design.
After a few disjointed paragraphs suggesting that the biblical account of Christâs conception really âroots all the way back to evolutionary biologyâ and menâs need to âmaximize their genes,â Tarico blends together nicely her hateful feminist representation of God, the divine rapist, with a more temporal, down to earth bout of good olâ fashioned man-bashing.
Even before the gavel has sounded on the Republican-led 114th Congress, these treacherous cowards shamelessly, eagerly, it seems, squandered perhaps the one opportunity they had to stop, in his tracks, Americaâs first cultural Marxist, anti-American, palpably evil president.
Indeed, the world is dying. Not in a false-alarmist, âOMG-global-warming-is-going-to-kill-us-all!â sort of way. Rather, this world is passing away in aÂ Romans 1, âThe-wrath-of-God-is-being-revealed-from-heavenâ sort of way. How very unsettling and confusing this must all be for those absent âthe peace of God, which surpasses all understandingâ (seeÂ Philippians 4:7).
âBean has been one of the stateâs biggest Democratic donors and an influential figure in gay rights circles in the state,â reports the Oregonian. âHe helped found two major national political groups, the Human Rights Campaign and the Gay and Lesbian Victory Fund, and has been a major contributor for several Democratic presidential candidates, including Barack Obama. Heâs also a close friend of former Gov. Barbara Roberts.â
Multiple reports have come in proving conclusively that these fundamentalist fanatics are coaxing families away from relative safety with beguiling talk of freedom and a better life, and then abruptly turning on them like the godless sociopaths they are. Itâs almost too horrific to describe, but I think I must.
Now, in this kingdom we must remember that Christianity, or âChristianismâ as it would later be called (long since forbidden), along with similar such mythological and dogmatic phantasms, remained the foremost, if not the sole, thorn in the Progsâ collectivist butt. Any and all thought or practice that might, in any way, undermine full realization of, and strict adherence to, progressive thinking was, therefore, strictly verboten.
It was the summer of 2011. We were visiting friends in North Carolina one weekend for a lovely wedding on the beach. Our strong-willed, opinionated and hyper-inquisitive children, a boy and two girls, were, at the time, 10, 7 and 6 respectively. My gorgeous, though Chicago-tough and Sicilian-sassy, wife and I were at lunch with the kids at a little seaside cafĂ© the following day. A late morning ocean breeze puffed through the eateryâs open bay windows, filling our nostrils with that salty pong of damp sand and faint sea life, forecasting a beautiful day ahead.
Weâve all heard this phrase: âYou know who you are!â Itâs an expression typically levied in the context of some corrective admonition, intended for some person or persons, busy about some misbehavior. While sent via certified mail, this is one of those rare open letters to whom the preponderance of intended recipients have, somehow, managed to convince themselves, and one another, that theyâre not even home. Most of you decidedly doÂ notÂ know who you are. Youâre living on Deception Lane.