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Molehill Miracle

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Steven King, that Steven King, the Representative from Iowa, not the other Stephen King, is even more fun than I first thought.  He and Glenn Beck--Yes!  That Glenn Beck, the guy whose horse allegedly kicks people in the head--got together to discuss the way atheists and communists and heretics are performing in Congress.  Mr. King is a member of Congress, but he is not at all like those atheists and communists and heretics who sit beside him, mostly because of his horse. 

They were outraged, not just at the proposed health care bill which, for all its faults, will cover thirty million people who do not have health care now, and which will save the country billions of dollars in its first ten years, and more than a trillion in the following ten years, but at the God-awful prospect that the bill will come up for a vote on Sunday!  Sunday!  And not just on a Sunday, but a Sunday in Lent!

Beck and King (Glenn and Stevie, if you wish) said that voting on a Sunday was offensive and heretical:  "They intend to vote on the Sabbath, during Lent, to take away the liberty that we have right from God," King said.

"Faith has been perverted," Beck responded, then repeated. "They are going to vote for this damn thing on a Sunday, which is the Sabbath, during Lent."

Oh, more!  More!  Beck continued:  "Here is a group of people that have so perverted our faith and our hope and our charity, that is a . . . this is an affront to God."

Still more!:  "I think it's absolutely appropriate that these people are trying to put the nail in the coffin on our country on a Sunday -- something our founders would have never, ever, ever done. Out of respect for God."

 
Now, it is difficult not to show just a shitload of respect for people like Steven King and Glenn Beck.  I don't know whether either of them is a Catholic, since the Catholic Church has also expressed solemn, high, holy outrage at the health care bill because it does not condemn abortion:  let the 30,000,000 people with no health care be damned!  That can wait until the Church has had a chance to put those uppity nuns in their place, until the Bishops get a chance to whip Catholic hospitals into line, and until all those lawsuits about priests buggering little boys quiet down.  Beck and King are stepping up, standing up, for no work on Sunday.  Priests have always worked on Sunday, but that does not mean that Congress should offend God.  Beck and King want to honour the Sabbath, or if not the Sabbath, maybe Sunday; Something!
 
Somebody should erect a monument to those two guys!  Maybe something like two giant cauliflower-shaped brains!  They are a credit to deep, deep thought; to honour, and courage, and faith that can move molehills!
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