Put Some Gay In Your Day, Dallas!

S**t. Supreme. Switchboard.

2020 is up a creek in a lake of fire.

S**t.  The smut awards shows have begun.  As usual, we have to suffer through the self-absorption on the television awards first.  I didn’t watch this year since 2020 has had enough of its own filth.  However, like the rest of you, I have been subject to the after-buzz.  When did the television censors go out of business, I ask you?  I haven’t heard the s**t word used so much in such glorification in all my days!  And every time it was uttered, it was recognized with an award.  All I can say is, if this the path of degradation on TV these days, we really ARE up that proverbial creek!  Lord!

Supreme.  Let us rend our clothing and gnash our teeth in true Old Testament fashion over the passing of a noted Hebrew.  Sister Ruth Bader Ginsburg (SRBG) crossed the great divide after a tireless battle with the cancer.  You might find yourself surprised that a woman of my Babatist faith would attend to such grief.  However, as a woman in ministry, I must acknowledge SRBG’s efforts to bring women’s efforts into acceptance.  Her seat must now be filled and the current administration and men in power are wasting no time in finding a replacement.  With all due respect, I suggest we let SRBG’s body be blessed and buried before mouth frothing begins.  And if that seat is filled in these last days before the election, I already have my finger in my Bible place-marking Matthew 23:23-24.  “Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! ………………yet you have neglected the more important matters of the law—justice, mercy, and faith. These things should have been done without neglecting the others.”  Amen.

Switchboard.  And in a related story, from our 701 Club switchboard operator……………Brother Mitch McConnell, you have Lucifer holding on line 1 calling with congratulations for outdoing yourself.  There will be a regatta in your honor this week in the Lake of Fire.