I applaud your efforts here - heck, that essay's longer than any I ever turned in while being eddicated - but you say:
'I believe the specificity and accuracy of this prophecy point to the current same sex marriage debate like a laser, and I believe even the most hardened homophobe will as well, if we can just get enough LGBT people who know to share it with them. They may still oppose same sex marriage, but they will no longer be able to use the Bible as a reason why without portraying themselves as being demonically influenced themselves.'
Never actually talked to any of those people, have you? God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit could come to their houses and drink all their beer and lecture them till the cows came home (generally around 8PM in my neighbourhood) and they'd STILL hold to their beloved 'TEH GAYZ AR EEVEL!' mantra.
I've been in Nebraska exactly once. Got caught in the Blizzard of 96 and had to spend three days cooped up in the Super 8 in Kearney. The experience has not exactly inspired me to re-visit. At least, not in winter.
I applaud your efforts here - heck, that essay's longer than any I ever turned in while being eddicated - but you say:
'I believe the specificity and accuracy of this prophecy point to the current same sex marriage debate like a laser, and I believe even the most hardened homophobe will as well, if we can just get enough LGBT people who know to share it with them. They may still oppose same sex marriage, but they will no longer be able to use the Bible as a reason why without portraying themselves as being demonically influenced themselves.'
Never actually talked to any of those people, have you? God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit could come to their houses and drink all their beer and lecture them till the cows came home (generally around 8PM in my neighbourhood) and they'd STILL hold to their beloved 'TEH GAYZ AR EEVEL!' mantra.
aka El, aka Allah.
And She whose Holy Hooves must never be shod IS in court, but of course no-one can see Her.
I can, but no-one's ever been able to read it. I blame it on skipping the grade they taught it.
WITH (I joyfully add) punched holes.
It's okay, Jesus didn't say any of those things. Might have something to talk to his dad about, though.
Thats why she's asking an actual judge to judge. That way she dodges the bullet.
My mother had psychotically perfect handwriting, even into her 90s. And I do not use either adjective lightly.
*golf clap*
It's like the Marching Chinese problem. By the time the last of you leave the court the children of the first two will... oh, wait, never mind...
Her handwriting's better. Imagine how nice it will look on vellum or parchment.
It's not the Leafs as such. He just hated Pal Hal so much that his wrath has become self-sustaining.
I've been in Nebraska exactly once. Got caught in the Blizzard of 96 and had to spend three days cooped up in the Super 8 in Kearney. The experience has not exactly inspired me to re-visit. At least, not in winter.
*rimshot*
Mmm, Chef Boy-ar-dee...
good point