The Book of Lunatic

It is all over, friends! It is all over!

Gods is backing Sharron Angle for Senator from Nevada.

Ralph Reed interviewed her.
You remember Ralph.
Time magazine called him, the "right hand of God".
The Right Hand of God asked The Angle
how she could explain her rise to prominence.
She said it was God's Plan.

"I believe that God has been in this from the beginning
and because of that when he has a plan and a purpose for your life
and you fit into that, what he calls you to he always equipped you for,"
Angle replied.

Just to keep the faithful from falling asleep--
because they know a whole lot, already, about God's Plan,
she added: "the tenet of the separation of church and state
is an unconstitutional doctrine."

It is all over!

How can a normal, decent, God-fearing, snuff-chewing,
Christian woman go into a polling booth knowing that she
is going up against God's Plan From the Beginning,
and cast her vote for Harry Reid? Is there even one woman
in the country, otherwise willing to vote for a Dull Man
with the charisma of a hard-working vote-nerd,
who thinks that she and Harry can beat God and The Angle?

It is not so much Sharron Angle that I am worried about:
it is all those hard-working, eat-at-the-casino minimum-wage voters
who think they can beat God and The Angle at the polls,
when God, and the Voice of God, and the Angle of God
all agree that the Trinity speak with one Tea Bag Voice.

Woe! Woe!

This is a cosmic war, and in cosmic wars
the lunatics get to write the books.

Ah, Harry, I hardly knew yeh!

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