Will's Coffee House

John Dryden, Dramatist, Critic, Poet Laureate, and my ancestor, frequented a coffee house called Will's almost daily, where he would hold forth on sundry subjects with great wit and aplomb. Same deal here, only without the wit or aplomb.

Location: Large Midwestern City, Midwestern State, United States

I am a stranger in a sane land...

Monday, August 29, 2005


Haven't blogged in a really long time--personal issues and crises continue to abound and confound, and I find myself distracted by 'real life' much more than I would normally choose. For God's sake, I went into academia so I could specifically avoid dealing with practicality and arguing with people who were alive. Ah well, no rest for the wicked, among whom I suppose I must number myself, as I have not kept the 4th commandment (that's the Sabbath Day-remembering one) in roughly my whole life. Also, I swear a lot, though apparently many Biblical scholars believe that "taking the Lord's name in vain" applied only to its use in misrepresenting God's desires or intentions, in violating oaths made in His name, and in performing magic. So in that case, Goddammit, I'm cool.

Meanwhile, Pat Robertson is not, since he seems to do nothing but tell us what God wants, and apparently now--if Pat's position as a minister of the Lord is to be believed, and if, while on the air, he speaks 'ex cathedra' as it were--God wants us to whack a foreign dignitary. Interesting, Pat; tell us more.

Actually, the God of the OT might endorse just such a move on his nation's behalf--but the nation in question would be Israel, not the U.S.--and the God of the NT would just sigh and smack Robertson a quick one across the mouth, giving him advanced leprosy in the process. And rightly so.

Sigh. Whenever someone tells you that God wants someone else dead--THEY'RE LYING. It's that simple. Good night, and good luck.


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