Personally, I wish the National Prayer Breakfast, that relic of the dangerous commingling of red-baiting politics and red-baiting religion from the 1950s, never existed in the first place. (Worse, there now are two of the damn things.) Watching politicians take their performative faith out for a walk is never edifying. It starts out bad and ends up inevitably worse. However, the NPB on Capitol Hill Thursday provided an invaluable service. It demonstrated that the president of the United States has had the cheese slip off his cracker in a very big way. For example, let's talk about midair collisions ... and golf balls |
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