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Tim Tebow for President!

Stan sent the message that God had posted somewhere, after the New England Patriots almost humiliated Tim Tebow and the Denver Broncos:  "Tim Tebow is completely on his own", although Ben says that God either does not like football, or maybe just isn't good at it.


At the same time, a battalion of right-wing preachers gathered on a ranch just south of God, and announced that they were swinging their supporters at Rick Santorum in their fight against godless communism and godly Mormons.  So we know, in a secondhand way, that God likes politics more than he likes football, and that is troubling.

I should not be so hasty.   The primary in South Carolina is nearly a week away, and the Evangelical Republican support for anyone but Mitt and Newt might not work any better than Tim Tebow's long-armed passing attack.  And if swinging God to the side of Rick Santorum does not work, I suppose we will need to wonder what does work in football and in politics.  The whole Texas tradition of holding your nose and praying for the high school football and gubernatorial teams may have to be reconsidered.

The Other Rick--Parry--who, in a debate, said he wanted to eliminate three cabinet-level positions, but could not remember which three they were, said the same thing again in South Carolina, and this time he substituted the Department of the Interior for one of them.  Rick is showing his flexibility.  Although it is a little like arguing that our laws on based on Moses' Nine Commandments.  Or Eight.

God, you know, actually urged Michele Bachmann to run for the Evangelical Republican nomination for the Presidency, but she was outpaced by just about everybody else, which suggests that God may have a good eye for politics, but be a bad judge of track and field talent.

After seeing how the Patriots took Denver apart, even when Denver clearly had the more godly quarterback, I earnestly hope that the choice of Rick Santorum by the Right Religious Folk works.  It would be hell to have to pick presidents for their political opinions and records.   Well, which cabinet level departments do you think ought to be eliminated?   The House or Senate?  The Vice Presidency?  Texas?

See!  We need divine guidance!

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