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Deep, Deep Thoughts from Pat Robertson

The Reverend Marion Gordon "Pat" Robertson--he of TV-religion and TV-political fame; he who would be President and Probably Pope--is doing us another public service.  He is warning us not to seek a "two-state" solution between Israel and the Palestinians, because God doesn't want it.  

 God, Mr. Robertson says, gave Palestine to the Jews a long time ago, and the Good Lord will get really pi irritated if things do not go his way.  

 Mr. Robertson seems to be uncommonly interested in how the Almighty uses hurricanes and tornadoes and breaches in the dike to punish people for things that irritate both the Almighty and Mr. Robertson, so I expect that if the Israelis and the Palestinians agree to live in peace, God will probably send a heck of a rainstorm, or maybe a tsunami (should the Good Lord understand Japanese).  Or maybe, having already given a great flood a try, this time Jehovah  might send a plague of Jehovah's Witnesses to demonstrate his wrath and righteousness:  three at every front door, until the Palestinians leave.  

 It is not easy, living in parlous times like these, to know what to do about really complicated problems like those in Israel and Palestine.  It is a great blessing to have someone like Marion Gordon "Pat" Robertson available to tell us how unhappy God will be if we seek peace.  Maybe, instead, of a two-state solution, we ought to advocate sending all the Palestinians back to wherever they came from:  was that Germany or Russia or Poland?  (I might have gotten things all backwards here, but God and Pat can handle that.)
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On a completely different subject, I have been reading articles speculating what happened to the Neanderthals; whether they died out, or married into the homo sapiens family.  It seems clear to me that at least some of them married into the family.  

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