Damn. A couple of days after rummaging through my dusty garage and digging out 40 years worth of notebooks and mementos trying to resurrect my Eat The Rich ’60s era bumper sticker, along comes this: US billionaires to donate fortunes Forty of some of the richest people in the United States have pledged to give at least 50 per cent …
“Tell me anymore of your sweet little lies and I’ll sic Woody Woodpecker on your woody ass” Picking up on the theme of my previous post concerning the role that facts play, or more to the point, don’t play, in the poisoned narratives that infect the Wingnutosphere, Digby draws our attention to an article posted over the weekend in the …
There’s another reason Obama got spanked hard by some secular media heads— he dared invoke the nation to pray for courage— he dared to ask God for guidance through our latest eco-clusterfuck— to the dawning of a brighter day.
As the decades rolled by, one president after another, starting with Woodrow Wilson, found they were impotent to get a simple proclamation honoring fathers through the U.S. Congress.
Most of us, if we think about our inevitable death at all, usually only think of one kind of death: the physical cessation of life. But there are really three kinds of death: Physical (body and mind) death; Intellectual (mind) death; and Spiritual (soul) death.
In a well-neigh limitless universe, the mortal races of our planet, Urantia, stand as the representatives of the lowest order of intelligent and personal creation. And it is a solemn and supernal fact that such lowly and material creatures are “the sons of God,” faith children of the Highest Deity in the universe.
