Shooting Moose for Fun

Our belle, Michele (Bachmann), and her friends on the Congressional Prayer Caucus have sent a letter to Barack Obama chastising him for not saying "God" and "Creator" enough. One skip can be forgiven, they say, but not saying it often enough jeopardizes our freedom. They point out that it says, right in our Pledge of Allegiance, "one nation, under God". So it does! I can remember when, at the height of our post-WWII frenzy about there being godless Communists under every bush and bedcover, that Congress added that phrase to the Pledge. I still have trouble remembering it is there. My school-days rhythm of recitation has trouble adjusting. I still think, "one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice".

He doesn't say God and Creator enough? Where do these buffoons come from? Do our representatives not have any work to do? Did they already pass a budget? Has the job situation already improved, so that they can turn, now, to matters of theology, instead of a fair tax structure, or ending a hopeless war, or any of a hundred other pressing matters? The Wikileaks publication of State Department documents is only mildly embarrassing compared to this kind of trivial nonsense.

The Rev. Barry Lynn said, "It's not very Christian of them. . . . This is one of the silliest manufactured controversies I've ever seen, and I would advise the president to deal with it by tossing the caucus' letter into the nearest wastebasket." (Nick Wing, Huffington Post)

Maybe we should take a break from partisan politics. Go up to Alaska. Shoot some moose for fun with Sarah Palin.

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