Neanderpundit

If youre going to scream up behind me, lock up your brakes and flash me to make me move over, (I’m doing 80 here), when i move over, GO. Do not sit next to me for the next 7 miles. You were in a big damned hurry, now move it.

The new associate pastor is a young, TALL, softspoken kid, who occasionally hits one out of the park, despite his stilted, almost stammering speech. Today he spoke (As the readings directed) about how our sin is a sort of spiritual leprosy, and how the purification ritual for leprosy involved the blood of a lamb. The parallels that can be drawn to Christ are numerous and meaningful. I expect people more educated than I can see even more than I can.

In other news, U R A BIGOT OG! THOSE GAY PEOPLE JUST WANT 2 BE HAPPY!

because there’s NOBODY saying ANYTHING about churches in relationship to gays. Well, this one guy. And his 7 million followers. And the 96,000 people who “Liked” this tweet. Hardly anyone, really. No, nobody is anxious to use the gay rights thing to damage the church, nuh uh.

Sorry. You don’t see this coming, you’re a moron. You see it coming and think it’s OK, you’re evil. There are no other categories.

Last night I watched a special with Steve Martin and Edie Brickell. That cracker can play the banjo, and that girl can sing.

No spring chicken she, but at 49 she still fills a dress nicely and the boots look good on her. And she puts me to mind of my cousin.

My cousin was a year or two older than me, and having grown up in a houseful of boys she knew her way around a socket set, and she was the first girl I knew who could drive a stick. She had a split bumper camaro and I remember helping her take the passenger side front quarter panel off it to change either a fan or a condenser, I don’t remember which. She looked damned good in a pair of jeans and had a face very like Edie Brickell’s. I was always a little pissed that the kind of girls I was attracted to all seemed to be first cousins. Not too many tomboys in my hometown.

She married a cop, had a son, sort of turned into a hausfrau, but still basically had the same looks. I haven’t seen her for nearly fifteen years but I wonder if she would still grin that crooked grin and jump in a car with me and head off like hooligans down the gravel and dust of southern illinois farm roads.