I've scanned the wing-o-sphere, and the pickings are scant. I was briefly tempted by this, but omigod bleah.
I used to lament the fact that we no longer have a President who can speak on his own without being spoon-fed words via teleprompter. Now, however, I’m glad for it. Obama’s reliance on being fed his words makes him unable to speak extemporaneously without revealing his true beliefs. He did so again, when he decided to ad lib during a speech on Wall Street reform, and his old favorite – redistribution of wealth – came to the forefront. From Hot Air:
We’re not, we’re not trying to push financial reform because we begrudge success that’s fairly earned. I mean, I do think at a certain point you’ve made enough money. But, you know, part of the American way is, you know, you can just keep on making it if you’re providing a good product or providing good service. We don’t want people to stop, ah, fulfilling the core responsibilities of the financial system to help grow our economy.
And the hi-larious punchline?
Evidently our pay is not above his pay grade. Oh, really, President Obama? If you are so worried about people who’ve “made enough money”, you may want to have talk with a few people. Here’s a tip for you: start with George Soros. You’re welcome.
Er, yeah. I think the point with Soros is that he does think he has "made enough money," and so has decided he wants to do something with it besides simply accumulate more of it.
If I were not half so extraordinarily charitable, I'd ask these people to see if they could fit their Jesus through the asshole of a camel. But of course I am hardly likely to do anything of the sort, as I remain, in the final analysis, a gentleman.
So instead allow me instead to quote from a book I discovered at the local YMCA where I semi-regularly perform motions approximating "exercise."
This particular book is the greatest book ever. It was written by Barry H. Downing, who studied theology in Edinburgh, so you know it is top-notch stuff.
The book is called The Bible & Flying Saucers, and I don't think any other title for a book will ever remotely touch that for awesome book-titling. I have the 1972 paperback edition but it originally appeared in 1968. Here is a random fantastic paragraph.
Some persons are more open to belief; others, to doubt. Some people are extremely skeptical about some things, while simultaneously being gullible about others. The "degree of probability" which I emotionally feel about the existence of UFOs is 70 per cent belief and 30 per cent doubt, or something on that order. What I believe, however, does not alter the facts: saucers either exist or do not exist. Modern weather information sometimes suggests that there is a "10 per cent probability of rain or snow"; probably it will not rain -- but then it might. I am suggesting here the degree of probability that Jesus ascended into space in a UFO which looked like a modern flying saucer.
I am glad that Jesus was not stuck ascending into space in one of those hideous old-fashioned jalopy flying saucers, is my only comment. Otherwise, I am content.