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Satan and Sensuality

Is Rick Santorum out of his mind?
Is he just a simple-minded believer?
Are we supposed to take him seriously?

He says he is running for the Presidency, but he talks as if he wants to be a prophet.

"This is a spiritual war, and the father of lies has his sights on what you would think the father of lies, Satan, would have his sights on: A good, decent, powerful, influential country - the United States of America. If you were Satan, who would you attack in this day and age? There is no one else to go after other than the United States."


It is absurd enough that he thinks there are no countries other than our own that are good, decent, powerful, and influential.  Has he never lived outside the United States; not even while in school?  Has he no friends in other countries, even after having served in both the House and the Senate?  


But worse than that, he thinks that our political process is about a war between Satan and God's last, best, great Christian hope on earth:  us!  The U.S.!  Oh, Lordy, Lordy!  And Ricky is his prophet!


And just how is the Great Satan doing his evil deeds?  In just the way you and Rick might imagine!  He is using the great vices of pride, vanity, and sensuality!  And my guess, after hearing Santorum talk about women, and birth control, and all those other vain and proud vices, is that sensuality is the greatest of these.  There are these three, as Saint Paul might have said, but didn't, and the greatest of these is sen-su-al-ity!


It would not be grown-up of me to admit it, so I won't, but I am suppressing a call to hear it for sen-su-al-ity!  


There are giants in the Tea Party Wing of the Republican Party calling for complete control over women's bodies--an ambition most men had to give up the first time they met a real woman--but which continues to exist as the last, great hope of testosterone, and Rick Santorum, wearing the barely disguised robes of a prophet, is one of them.  Birth control is bad.  Sex for any reason other than procreation is bad.  Abortion is bad, even if it is necessary to save a woman's life, or even if it is the result of rape or incest.  And I imagine that a women touching herself unnecessarily is bad.  


And this is a holy war!  Us against Satan.  That is why he wants to become President.  Maybe we could organize a Children's Crusade and march them to Jerusalem to save the Holy Land from the infidel:  you know, the infidel, who has a different religion than you do.  The unbeliever with a different god.  


Is that not what you hope a President thinks about?  Nor do I.

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