|Current mood:|| depressed|
|Current music:||Christopher Jordan, WSAR Fall River, MA. April, 1974|
That's One Lucky Kid
If you have any common sense at all, you look at a headline like this, Wounded mom of youngest Aurora victim suffers miscarriage, family says (http://usnews.nbcnews.com/_news/2012/07/28/13013173-wounded-mom-of-youngest-aurora-victim-suffers-miscarriage-family-says?lite) and say, "That's the best, luckiest, most fortunate thing that ever happened or will happen to that kid. Because who would want to live here? And to make it even better, he doesn't even need luck now. He's transcended the need for luck!"
And if you have no common sense, which means you believe in God---No, I'm not profiling here. Because that would be wrong. Not to mention error prone. I'm just playing the odds which happen to be heavily stacked in my favor in this case---does that very same headline make you want to pick up your gun, a cross and a handful of old rusty nails and hunt down that dirty no good serial baby killing Jesus and crucify Him?
Because all miscarriages, which are the all time number one deadliest form of abortion and have been since the dawn of time, are Acts Of God. And you could say, "Well, why pick on Jesus then when it was His no good serial baby killin' Pa what done it?" But then I would just accuse you of employing selective memory because you know darn well that God and Jesus are the same guy---They are so hyper-related in such a weird way that no one here will ever understand that some folks swear they must be from Alabama---and I'd also remind you that He never released His long form birth certificate and how can you become the Messiah without first proving you weren't really born in Mobile? Then I'd remind you of what Sheriff Joe has been uncovering about the Holy Ghost and it all adds up to opening one big can of worms that you don't want opened so back off now and we'll just leave it tightly capped.
And cheer up, Bubba. You look lower than a hog's chin on market day. Being around you is as much fun as watching ice melt. And stop blaming me for everything. I didn't mean to ruin your Pleasant Valley Sunday here in status symbol land. Why can't you just be happy for all those youngins who are never going to have to go through any of this because they hit the abortion jackpot? You know what? If brains was lard, you wouldn't have enough to grease a small pan.