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Newly Published Bible Earning ‘Duck Dynasty’ More Liberal Hate

ramrodd:

COMMENTARYi don’t entirely understand the appeal of the Duck Brothers. except that they have mace a career out of becoming hillbillies without moving to Beverly Hills. But it is apparent that Pat Robertson hasn’t really connected the dots between Galatians and the Ten Commandments. Christians are simply not subject to the Law of Moses. Paul and Peter spend a great deal of energy in their missionary in a pissing contest with Jewish Christians who insisted that Gentile Christians had to submit to the various laws and customs of what we now call Judaism, when Peter was given a vision specifically vacating these requirements for Gentilles. It is useful to remember that Cornelius, and his family, was the only person in the Bible to be baptized in the Holy Spirit without first being baptized by water or repenting in any manner. As Jesus said of Cornelius, “Not in all of Israel have I found such faith. Cornelius was light years ahead of His disciples and was one of the first to confess He was the Son of God. 


Now, as near as I can tell, Robertson is infected with that pernicious conceit, i.e. “spiritual warfare”, that pervades the language of evangelical preachers with the same military experience as Dick Cheney and Bill O’Reilly. This is an unhealthy frame of reference for people without combat experience because it rouses the passions without the tempering effects of experience. In fact. most of these people deny the possiblility of a “foxhole” conversion because they are largely ignorant of the life-changing potential of feeling your flesh pull away from rounds going through your rucksack without your ability to control the reflex.

As far as duck hunting is concerned, I am sure Pat Robertson is a master of his trade, but his grasp of some basic Christian doctrine makes me suspect that he is actually a Born Again Hebrew, a movement among the evangelicals which has caused considerable mischief in such places as The Air Force Academy and, briefly, in the Army Chaplain Corps. All these protestant splinter groups are independent businesses and they are all scrambling for their market share (which was one of the problems the imported into the Army), but none of them exhibit anything like a catholic (i.e. universal) expression of Christ’s essentially radical humanism. 

In the final analysis, Pat Robertson is just another gun-toting religious bully who is profoundly ignorant of the severe liberty of Christianity, which has nothing to do with the Law of Moses.


Glad I’m not the only one to see this. If you are Christian, you should be concerned with the New Testament, the teachings of Christ, for which Christianity is named.

Is that all it takes??? #lolz

You know… They say people who are obsessed with homosexuality are very often deflecting attention away from their own sexual desires and/or curiosity.

What say you, Mr Robertson?

(Source: kamuegi)

mysocalled-gay-life:

smt1977:

The “crazy” just rolls out of this one.

This logic checks out.

Remember, millions of people tune in to this crazy man’s TV and radio broadcasts.
Now there’s a thought that should keep you awake at night. O__O

mysocalled-gay-life:

smt1977:

The “crazy” just rolls out of this one.

This logic checks out.

Remember, millions of people tune in to this crazy man’s TV and radio broadcasts.

Now there’s a thought that should keep you awake at night. O__O

AND LET’S NOT FORGET AIDS!

It wasn’t until pal Rock Hudson died, that Reagan even mentioned AIDS.

When Jesse Helms, Pat Robertson and Jerry Falwell made the statement that AIDS “was killing all the right people”, Reagan said nothing!

Reagan was a horrible president!

(Source: 6dogs9cats)

One Warm And Beautiful Day In September…

*Please Note: The following is a re-blog of a post I made last year.

One Warm And Beautiful Day In September…

I was jolted awake by the telephone. The breathless voice on the other end didn’t wait for a greeting.

“I’m okay!” It was my partner calling.“Everything’s chaos here. I’m uptown , so I’m okay. ”

“What?” I said. “What’s happening?”

“Turn on the TV.”

“What Channel?”

“It doesn’t matter! Turn. On. The. TV!”

I grabbed the remote, and turned on the set. Images came into focus. It didn’t register that what I was seeing was real.

A plane had hit one of the Twin Towers of New York’s World Trade Center. Was it an accident?

It looked too much like a promotion for the latest Hollywood blockbuster. If so, it was an awfully long commercial.

From the side of the screen, I see movement. Another plane appeared. In slow motion, I watched as the plane hit the second tower. This was no accident.

The phone went dead.

I tried calling him back a few times but could not get through. A mild panic settled in the pit of my stomach. “Wait a minute”, I thought. “He said he was uptown.”

It was little comfort, but it would have to do. I knew I should probably leave the cellular signals free for those who needed it most.

Time slowed. Disjointed images appeared before me through tunneled vision. Horrific images. Smoke. Flames. People covered in ash and debris running for their lives. People jumping from the upper floor windows of the World Trade Center because their only other option was to be burned alive.

All sense of time and space was ripped from my consciousness.

For the next few hours, I joined the rest of America and watched the drama unfold. The Pentagon and Shanksville, Pennsylvania followed. The feeling that, “this is all unreal”, never left me.

I left for work at around noon. I worked at a bar and wasn’t due until 3:00pm, but I couldn’t stay in the house any longer. Maybe the nine block walk would do me good.

The streets were virtually empty. The usual sounds of the city were glaringly absent. I was aware of even the slightest sound; leaves blowing, foot steps, pigeons tapping on the sidewalk. People walked in silence. It was eerie.

The complex mix of emotions on people’s faces was dominated by a collective nervousness. A helicopter rumbled overhead. People glanced up in fear. Some, succumbing to survivalist instincts, ducked for cover. The possibility that Philadelphia could be targeted weighed heavily on the minds of many.

The bar was busy. The saying is true that there’s comfort in numbers. I kept the bar’s televisions on so that everyone could see the latest news. We offered the bar’s land line to anyone who wanted or needed to get in touch with friends or family. By 7:00 PM I received a call from my partner. He would stay in New York City for a few days to help friends.

For the next few weeks I felt as though I was disconnected. I was just going through the motions. I can’t begin to understand what people in New York City were going through. It would be an insult to them if I tried. I also can’t imagine what could have transpired on UA flight 93 that made the passengers overtake the hijackers, before crashing into a field in Shanksville, Pennsylvania, or the passengers of flight 77 and their families, and those of the Pentagon. I have no frame of reference from which I can compare.


The most disgusting rhetoric that came out of 9/11/2001 was the assertion by Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson that America somehow brought the terrorist attacks upon itself. On September 13, just two days after the terrorist attacks, they appeared on The 700 Club and claimed that God smote America because of all the “Pagans, Abortionists, Atheists, Feminists, Gays, and Lesbians, the ACLU, and People for the American Way”. What?! I thought my head would explode when I heard this. How could purported “Men Of God”, mock the memory of so many innocent lives with such hatred and vileness? I’ll let God settle that one.

Remembering September 11th still puts me in that numb place where time and space mean nothing.

May the people, and their families, who were affected by the events of that day somehow find the comfort that they need.

As far back as I can remember, and please correct me if I’m wrong, it has NEVER rained on a NYC Gay Pride Parade.
This leads me to believe that the Gay Community must please God to some degree. Or at least enough so that he doesn’t want to see us get our feathers wet. ;)

As far back as I can remember, and please correct me if I’m wrong, it has NEVER rained on a NYC Gay Pride Parade.

This leads me to believe that the Gay Community must please God to some degree. Or at least enough so that he doesn’t want to see us get our feathers wet. ;)

One Warm And Beautiful Day In September…

I was jolted awake by the telephone. The breathless voice on the other end didn’t wait for a greeting.

“I’m okay!” It was my partner calling.“Everything’s chaos here. I’m uptown , so I’m okay. ”

“What?” I said. “What’s happening?”

“Turn on the TV.”

“What Channel?”

“It doesn’t matter! Turn. On. The. TV!”

I grabbed the remote, and turned on the set. Images came into focus. It didn’t register that what I was seeing was real.

A plane had hit one of the Twin Towers of New York’s World Trade Center. Was it an accident?

It looked too much like a promotion for the latest Hollywood blockbuster. If so, it was an awfully long commercial.

From the side of the screen, I see movement. Another plane appeared. In slow motion, I watched as the plane hit the second tower. This was no accident.

The phone went dead.

I tried calling him back a few times but could not get through. A mild panic settled in the pit of my stomach. “Wait a minute”, I thought. “He said he was uptown.”

It was little comfort, but it would have to do. I knew I should probably leave the cellular signals free for those who needed it most.

Time slowed. Disjointed images appeared before me through tunneled vision. Horrific images. Smoke. Flames. People covered in ash and debris running for their lives. People jumping from the upper floor windows of the World Trade Center because their only other option was to be burned alive.

All sense of time and space was ripped from my consciousness.

For the next few hours, I joined the rest of America and watched the drama unfold. The Pentagon and Shanksville, Pennsylvania followed. The feeling that, “this is all unreal”, never left me.

I left for work at around noon. I worked at a bar and wasn’t due until 3:00pm, but I couldn’t stay in the house any longer. Maybe the nine block walk would do me good.

The streets were virtually empty. The usual sounds of the city were glaringly absent. I was aware of even the slightest sound; leaves blowing, foot steps, pigeons tapping on the sidewalk. People walked in silence. It was eerie.

The complex mix of emotions on people’s faces was dominated by a collective nervousness. A helicopter rumbled overhead. People glanced up in fear. Some, succumbing to survivalist instincts, ducked for cover. The possibility that Philadelphia could be targeted weighed heavily on the minds of many.

The bar was busy. The saying is true that there’s comfort in numbers. I kept the bar’s televisions on so that everyone could see the latest news. We offered the bar’s land line to anyone who wanted or needed to get in touch with friends or family. By 7:00 PM I received a call from my partner. He would stay in New York City for a few days to help friends.

For the next few weeks I felt as though I was disconnected. I was just going through the motions. I can’t begin to understand what people in New York City were going through. It would be an insult to them if I tried. I also can’t imagine what could have transpired on UA flight 93 that made the passengers overtake the hijackers, before crashing into a field in Shanksville, Pennsylvania, or the passengers of flight 77 and their families, and those of the Pentagon. I have no frame of reference from which I can compare.


The most disgusting rhetoric that came out of 9/11/2001 was the assertion by Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson that America somehow brought the terrorist attacks upon itself. On September 13, just two days after the terrorist attacks, they appeared on The 700 Club and claimed that God smote America because of all the “Pagans, Abortionists, Atheists, Feminists, Gays, and Lesbians, the ACLU, and People for the American Way”. What?! I thought my head would explode when I heard this. How could purported “Men Of God”, mock the memory of so many innocent lives with such hatred and vileness? I’ll let God settle that one.

Remembering September 11th still puts me in that numb place where time and space mean nothing.

May the people, and their families, who were affected by the events of that day somehow find the comfort that they need.