No, someone made this up, right?

Yes, someone did make this up. They fooled me....and I am laughing at myself for being got. http://www.landoverbaptist.org/eastereggs.html

And I quote from the above linked page: "Are Your Children Playing With Lucifer's Testicles? is a Bible based book for Christian Pparents who by lack of faith can't afford to send their childrent to a decent Christian school. Their precious youngsters are infected by the secular filth and lies being taught by unsaved teachers in America's upblic school system. The book teaches parents how to easily explain to their children that Easter (as it is celebrated by the Unsaved) has absolutely nothing to do with Jesus Christ but is actually a holiday celebrating lewd and sexually explicit pagan rituals of fertility. "It's ot that difficult to understand," says Author/Creation Scientist, Dr. Daniel Cameroon. "In the old days, deluded pagans would gather round and hump like bunnies on Easter Sunday because they thought it would make their tomatoes grow faster." Dr. Cameroon explains that it doesn't matter what god or idol the Pagans were humping under on Easter Sunday, because any god other than "Jesus" is "Satan". Dr. Cameroon dedicates four chapters in the book to Easter Eggs. "Easter Eggs are one of the wiliest tools of the Devil," he says. "Pagan kids didn't have anything to do on Easter Sunday because their mommies and daddies were stuck in a false temple all day, naked and writhing around with their neighbors in Satanic orgies of the flesh. You see, parents had to come up with a way to occupy their children while they were awway from home, praying and fornicating under the altar of Satan. And since they didn't have babysitters back then, they gave their kids eggs to play with and sometimes paint,"he says. "But the reason they chose eggs had nothing to do with any sort of fertility or fertilizers (as some misguided Christian historieans would have you believe). Nope, it was because of Lucifer's Testicles!.........And I won't say a word more about it! I don't want to ruin the book for you"".

I am speechless. I am unbelievably agog.

Oh, here's part of their best seller list:

• Nancy Boy Chrissy, the Bedwetting Sissy! by Pastor Deacon Fred.
• The Little Jew: Levi, The Dancing Cockroach by Gloria Steinhunt.

Oh, and here's a review by Pastor Deacon Fred: ..."The evidence is there, and thank you for taveling to the caves of Kenya to brave the dangerous coloreds in the region!.......It damands a full cleansing in every home of ALL evidence of Easter eggs, Easter egg paint, and rounded dippers. I sent two of my grandchildren to the Landover Baptist Memorial Hospital before even reaching Chapter 7, and if you are a True Christian (he trademarks those two words).....

Now, that is the same author of the above book "Nancy Boy...". I'm willing to bet those kids are going to be in need of more hospitalization soon due to this cat.

Oh, this is funny, too: List price: 18.95 Our price: 27.99 You save: Nothing. Only Jesus saves. Availability: usually ships within 24 hours (if Jesus wants it to).

Folks, these people are serious!!! Voting. And likely armed!!!

Oh, My Lord! There's more: Daddy? Why Did Jesus Kill Grandma? by Pastor Deacon Fred

http://www.landoverbaptist.org/grandma.html

Ok, no joke, this is - are you ready? - a coloring book for kids. Don't believe me, check the link.

Again, I quote:<p>

Remember dear Grandma, who baked so well?

Soon she will be baking - this time in Hell!

Dear Daddy, why Grandma? What did she do?

Don't question it child, or God will GET YOU!

Ok, if you've gotten this far, if you don't know whether to laugh or scream, see comment #3 and follow the link. this one got me,too, folks....but damn it was funny!

you gotta be kidding, right?

Nope, this one is for real....all the scarier. Now you can see how the above one got me.

A bit of the cuties....it's been a long wait. Sorry.

Things got dark...

The end of the world didn't arrive.....maybe it should have. Won't go there. But, it's been dark, it's been a bit filled with sorrow, increduality, and hurt. And, it probably shouldn't have affected me so much. But, my recent focus on the foolishness of calling kids adults, of giving up on them and throwing them in prison, for life, for 25 years....it's just so wrong. And, it's had my attention to the detriment of other issues, other tasks.

Then I saw this video. It made me smile; it made me laugh, and it was such a "awwww" puller that I had to share it with you.

I wish our leaders would understand....sometimes things just don't always go the way we would prefer. Sometimes we are faced with a more difficult road, one filled with certain struggles and difficulties. Sometimes our hopes may be dashed a bit, but that doesn't mean we give up. It doesn't mean we throw away what is immeasurably precious. We need to find a better way.

My thanks to MattyB for reminding us that there are some very important issues in life.

What it takes...thoughts on disposable lives.

Last year, after careful consideration, considerable concern over financial obligations, and even concern that I wouldn't have the time to commit to the task....after such deliberations I chose to look for a pet.

I filled out applications. The wonderful people at the local humane society and the local rescue volunteer organization require applications to adopt a pet. You must be working regularly, have adequate housing for a pet, and references. If you've ever had a pet, you must supply the vet's name, you must be prepared for a home visit, and you must understand that this is not a simple undertaking but requires committment to this pet for the life of the pet. I must recognize that I'm responsible for the pet, that I must feed it, bathe it, and play and train it in the way that it should comport itself.

Even then it caught me somewhat flat footed. I didn't have the back yard fenced in yet, I had to purchase food bowls that day, and I gave up my favorite old blankets for bedding. And, then, a week later, I brought my new friend home to share my life.

I have repeatedly been surprised by vet bills. Oh, my goodness! am I in the wrong line of work! And dog toys!!! Thankfully I found that my pups likes a dirty old sock and an old towel as her favorite toys. Go figure, but I'm not complaining. I've cleaned up my share of indoor ooopses, outdoor messes, torn-up work shoes, caps, shorts, even a plant or two. And, you know, it was all my choice to have this pet, to bring this pet into my home, and she is worth every moment...even the frustrating moments like last night when I woke up frozen and on the edge of the bed because pups took me blankets and all but pushed me out of the bed.

Now, would you like to know what it takes to have a child?

Well, you don't have to necessarily be able to feed it. And, you don't necessarily need to be able to clothe it, bathe it, house it, give it medical care, teach it, love it, provide hope and warmth, train it up in the ways it should grow.....you don't even have to commit to a lifetime of care for it.

Oh, well, not me....see, I'm gay. I'm single. I'm not suitable. I can't even take one they are going to simply throw away. It's the principle of the thing, evidently. But, I have a dog....I qualified for that. Well, I didn't let on that I was gay. Do you think that would have mattered?