All in Favor, say Amen!

Those of you who think that God has gone on vacation in recent centuries had better repent while you have time. Michele Bachmann assures us that miracles have not ended! God is going to repeal health care reform!

God used to create walking paths across the Red Sea, and talk to Moses up on Mount Sinai--Biblical reports are that it looked and sounded like thunder and lightning--and occasionally he caused bushes to catch fire, but now he is going to get involved in politics, apparently on the side of Tea Party Republicans.

It bothered me when people like the Reverend Mr. Pat Robertson said that God sent hurricanes as punishment for gay marriage--things like that--but I guess I am old-fashioned: I really don't like the idea that God is going to sit in Congress and try to override what is certain to be an Obama veto, if it comes to that.

Turning water into wine: I would like that. Caring for sparrows that fall showed real tenderness. Honestly, I would rather not walk across the Red Sea on a path across the bottom, but I think God should stay out of Congress. Congress is no place for a respectable God to be seen! And, anyway, the Democrats have a majority in the Senate, although it takes more than a majority these days. How is God going to deal with that?

Michele says she is going to retire after this term. And she also says that her decision to retire has absolutely nothing to do with the evidence that suggests she may have engaged in some financial shennanigans in her Presidential campaign. She probably just wants to go out during a miracle. Or as a miracle.

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