I don't know about the founders and the U.S. constitution, the fine points of provisions for church and state seperation, or any of the other holies of holies of what this hallowed land is supposed to stand for or stand up for, but I do know this, it ain't easy being a semi-Saracen unbeliever adrift in this most silly of sanctimonious American centuries.

I don't think it was a political sacrilege for Obama to speak and debate at a super-church, and I think the whole back and forth between believers and unbelievers is unbelievably boring. One thing about America that it has going for it is, that if you want to earnestly believe the earth is shaped like a pancake and is warmed and illuminated by the eternal flame of a camp fire started by a race of giants who live at the far edge of the galaxy, it's your fucking privelege and perogative.

If all of these atheists and true believers were armed with real weapons and droped in Beirut about 15 years ago, they could probably of killed one another's opinions off quick by now, in no time. How funny. How fruitless.

Who says there are no mindless militias in America?

Maybe pastor Rick slipped 'em a Ricky.

I second your second paragraph most strongly. Thanks.

Thanks. Brace yourself for more pain if we elect Mr. McCain.

And I'm cool with it.

That whole generational bitter is a real no quitter. By the way, you sound like my long lost brother of another mother.

Who's "rabid?' Really man, I resent that...I've already been vetted.

Is there a cure for TV talking head syndrome? Videdrome indeed.

My tube is in a blue mood swimmin' up the blue Danube.

Much as it may come to your surprise, I don't even think the amazing mystic pundit formidable, knows who really won the plastic dashboard Jesus prize.

Kick back and take Dr. Thad's presciption and catch a little Videodrome.

"Long live the new flesh!"

I would never be one to question your virtue, but you said McCain was "held?" in a greenroom? Sounds worse than Guantanomo!

Under careful guard of the coneheads.

I appreciate the virtuosity of your unquestionable illuminosity. I gotta get back to my cone.

Always check the veracity of a pundit's mystical capacity.

Peace.

Can we please drop "righteous" Wright, and fleabag Hagee, this fixation of kooks of the cloth is a constant mystery to me.

Tagging people as racist in a great frezied haste, can often lead to a greatly humiliated and thoughtless waste. Always kick the tires hard before pronouncing it it a lemmon, and keep abreast of current affairs and changing developments at half past seven.

Back to Beirut...

I'm not into messianism myself, I just prefer to think of Obama as the Kwisatz Haderack. Thanks for that gem, I can tell you put plenty of careful thought into it.

I come back home at 1:00 A.M. from a terrific late night matinee, and everything's all Kook Counter Kook in the letters zone. I saw some good flicks:

"Andy Warhol's Bad"

A really disturbing doc called "Zoo"

And L.Q. Jone's underground cult classic "A Boy and His Dog"

It's really quibble city over here. Get out and see something at the cinema, this pundit/puppetry gig will drive you to dispair over the whole hapless state of the human condition, so cool it, and just let both sleeping dogs and pundits lie.

Later.

Maasalma!

I guess I gotta defer to you and others about the whole evengelical thing. Like I honestly said they're a scetchy bunch to me. I don't know much about 'em.

But I mean this Pastor Rick sounds like he's really layin' it thick on a rhetorical trip kinda guy.

Apparently I didn't see the scorpian coming. Still the sting can be survived.

I think the still unknown variable is the young evangelicals who may not be of the Falwell faction of their mothers and fathers.

I just don't know how hard they hold on to the darker dogmas of their elders.

I dunno. I wanna believe in that higher angels of human nature thing I guess. Maybe Obama will eek out something from the young turks of Saddleback city. Who knows! But that place seriously gives me the creeps.

I wouldn't say though that this has been a thorough ambush. But the after comments of the slick saintly preacher were pretty ugly.

And I hate to think where he'd like put a semi-Saracen such as myself in his saintly scheme of things. This guy comes across to me as a two face.

Or as they say even more frequently in Egypt, he is: "Meet wish"

He of a thousand faces.

Or maybe we should just settle for "Slick Rick."

I admit Joan, your insticts were cleaner than mine on this one.

Don't have a hangover. Both sexes are ably cabable of sexism and conciuosly and unconciously employ it all the time. Let's not revisit the battle of the sexes shall we? We all survived the 70's, hopefully more sanely, and if people on either side of the coin hold a grudge, hey, let 'em hold it and see what it gets 'em or how they profit by it. Life is motion. Move on. Move with it's motion or break like a stiff twig in the wind. Take it easy.

Fine. File that one away. Forget. Forgive. Live and let live. I was honestly about to be bored in to a fucking coma.

So what do say? Are you sayin' that Mac the knife and pastor Slick Rick clubbed Barack Obama over the head with their mighty "the spirit of christ compells you" stick? Will Obama evr recover from being brained by these titans of truth, justice, and the American way?

Isn't it evident enough? Paul Lazaro lives!