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The Deepest Darkest Bush in Africa

Ol' Pat has a genius for smelling sin and degradation in all around he see.  

 You will remember Ol' Pat.  He ran for the Presidency onc't, but he los't.  It is hard to explain how that could happen, insofar as Ol' Pat is a deep, deep thinker who sees very deep into ordinary things, finding the work of the devil in every hot dog and hidden camera.  

 "What we're coming to now, it's not a pleasant situation!", Pat announced.  Pat was thinking about surveillance cameras--the kind used to identify the guys who blew up the Boston Marathon.  "Right now," the Reverend Mr. Pat said, "they can go down into the bush in the darkest Africa and hunt you down."

 Let us leave aside, for the moment, that bush in the darkest Africa where backpack bombers and sinners and other dark people hide:  I do not for a moment think that Ol' Pat was being just a tad racist, there.  He was just incidentally thinking about deepest, darkest Africa when he thought about surveillance cameras and the Mark of the Beast and all that.

 And it is most unlikely that, in his zeal to unscrew the inscrutable mysteries of the End Times that Mr. Robertson forgot how many people were maimed for life, or killed by the guys who put their pressure cooker bombs at the feet of people they wanted to kill.    Oh, no!  He remembers, but he sees deeper into the meaning of things like that than those of us who simply saw savagery and two brothers whose heads weren't screwed on straight.  We just wanted to catch them, and stop them.  But Pat saw the real issue!

 He said, "I think the American people are more afraid of the overreach of big government than they are some occasional bomber, even if the bomber kills a few people."   

 A few people here, a few people there!  It is the Mark of the Beast we have to fear:  you know, surveillance cameras.  Maybe dancing:  I don't know.  I am not well-versed in beast marks.  Maybe running in short pants.  

 I live such an ordinary life; such an innocent life.  I am actually glad those surveillance cameras were there.  Sometimes, when I am not thinking as deeply and as religiously as Mr. Robertson, I even almost wish the cameras were better.  But then, I have never been to the deepest, darkest bush in Africa.  
That is an elephant:  the bush is in the foreground.

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