Losing My Religion
Tuesday, July 31st, 2007
Do you believe in God? Great! Me, too. But frankly, I really don’t care what you believe. Feel free to have Wiccan rituals in your back yard for all I care. Fine with me. I just want to know if you can do the job. The Presidential job, the one where you work for me. Muslims, Hindus, Jews, Atheists, Christians, Wiccans and Satanists, all are welcome to apply.
Why every Presidential candidate has to declare their faith these days, I don’t know. I was once in a position where I hired employees. Never once in an interview did I even think to ask about their faith or beliefs. Because it didn’t matter, and I didn’t care. I think it’s probably illegal to ask such things, anyway. I just wanted to know if they could do the job. And frankly, if our current President’s personal relationship with God has led us to where we are today, give me an Atheist any day. Seriously.
Remember his statement that “There is a higher Father that I appeal to” when asked about whether he consulted Daddy Bush about going to war in Iraq? Like I said, I’d have preferred an Atheist.
But, of course, we’re a Christian nation. In God We Trust is stamped on every penny, nickel, dime and quarter.
So the Associated Press apparently thought it was worthwhile to poll the 2008 Presidential candidates to, I guess, determine whether or not they are in right standing with God. Whatever. Of course, they’re all Christians of some sort. You’ll notice that the article also says they were asked how often they attend services. Apparently that part of the question went unanswered.
I really don’t care. Why would it matter? To all of the 2008 candidates, I just hope you strive to do a better job than your predecessor. And, oh yeah, there’s that Separation of Church and State thing, too. Please keep your religious beliefs to yourself. Please. We already know that the current so-called Christian running the country hasn’t worked out so well, despite his direct connection to God. He’s an embarrassment to me as a Christian, as well as an American. Bring on the Atheists. Well, never mind, there’s not a single one in the mix. All Christians, of course. That’s cool, though, if they’ll actually listen to God, instead of thinking they are God.
2008 elections, presidential candidates, presidential elections
I’ll just admit right off the bat, if my personal agenda included a flight to space in a vehicle that has more than once proven to be a combustible death chamber, I’d be planning to drink heavily the night before. And would be really thankful for those space diapers they provide for the trip.
Get out those postal scales, everyone! Beginning Monday, if that package you’re mailing weighs more than 13 ounces, don’t even think about grabbing that book of stamps! I don’t care how many you can lick and stick, the new rule requires that 13 ounces is the new, lower limit, requiring “alternative postage.” Which is like a stamp, only different. Different because, well, I don’t know. They both are really just stickers, applied to the same package in the same manner. But if all you have laying around are your everyday stamps, you’ll need to dash to the post office and hand your package directly to the Federal employee, the postal clerk behind the counter because, well, he or she is apparently authorized to affix the safer alternative postage. Not that it really matters what you’re mailing, I’m sure they don’t care,
How many Presidential debates are there going to be between now and November, 2008? I may be wrong, but I don’t remember so many debates this early in previous elections. Now it’s like the next new reality show, check your local listings. I just think the show should be canceled, until next season.
I loved Tammy Faye. Bakker, Messner, whatever. Don’t care much for Jim, don’t care much for Roe, so I’ll just call her Tammy Faye. Her men, her make-up, probably not the best choices, but if they made her happy, God bless her. Roe is now a neighbor, though, since he and Tammy had just recently moved here to Kansas City, so I should be more cautious about what I say. He could show up at my door at any time, and he kind of creeps me out.
Wonder if Dick is making a checklist on the eve of his grand and glorious, all-powerful day, of what else he can possibly screw up in just two hours … so many options, so little time.
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I smoke. I smoke a lot. Despite the Surgeon General’s warning that smoking may give me lung cancer, emphysema, many other various maladies! Okay, fine. My bad. 
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