TO THE Q-MART FOR A S-CAP: The Sunday Heevahava



Yes, your host knows you must be aggrieved your long post on Sarah Palin's reasonable beliefs on creationism vis-a-vis public schooling, complete with links to websites advocating for creationism, was rejected.

But you're in good company. In the past I've tossed many crank posts. People who believed in cold fusion cried for pity last year. They demanded I change my unreasoning ways. They proved beyond doubt that I was heartless and opposed to free speech.

It's my real estate, so I can do what I want. Since the mid-Nineties, when I started getting paid to write for various subjects in cyberspace, I've never seen a shortage of burned-up anonymous commenters. Everything I've done has been wrong. The color of my shirt, my education, my style, my nickname, all of it. Just throw it all in a hole.

Sorry you've come late to the party now that I've finished with most of the free curses-on-you and battling-URLs passes. I don't do Crypt Newsletter, Vmyths, The Netly News, etc -- anymore. Surf out to the comments section for Friday's piece at el Reg.

Anyway, the creationist godly are having the stuffing beaten out of them by the Euros at The Reg. Stick up for your home team! Get in some astro-turfing. Don't let those gobshites get away with calling Americans stupid. They're just elitist snobs!

In today's Sunday LA Times, reporter Stephanie Braun turned in a story entitled "Palin canny on religion and politics." (It's been reprinted here.)

"Soon after Sarah Palin was elected mayor of the foothill town of Wasilla, Alaska, she startled a local music teacher by insisting in casual conversation that men and dinosaurs coexisted on an Earth created 6,000 years ago -- about 65 million years after scientists say most dinosaurs became extinct -- the teacher said," it begins. It lacks some of the zing transmitted by The Reg's mash-up of Palin as Betty Rubble on Friday.

The story was courteous but repeated a great deal of material covered previously in Honk If You Hate Jesus.

Included was a quote from Bill McAllister, "Sarah Palin's chief spokesman as governor."

"She understands that she's the governor and not preacher in chief," said McCallister to the newspaper. "Religion informs her decisions, but she is not out to impose her views on Alaska."

Even if some of them are ludicrous, someone might add.

McCallister added that "the only bigotry that's still safe is against Christians who believe in their faith."

And that's a standard tactic. Anyone who accuses someone else of stupidity, or who writes something critical of a person's very personal ignorance, is a bigot. In the US in 2008, this often works.

At the end of the news report, Braun writes:

But Douglas Wead, an author and former aide to President George H.W. Bush, argues that the campaign brush fires over Palin's religious background and pastors' statements ignores or trivializes the emergence of evangelical Christianity in the American mainstream.

"Are we saying they can't participate in public life?" Wead asked.

To the contrary, evangelical Christianity has been taken very seriously in the American mainstream. It's intrusion into the nation's political affairs, its role in social division, the fostering of intolerance, as well as cultural and class wars, have not been pushed back upon enough.

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Hey heevahava! Park that thing right next to the "S-cap!"

Yes, dear reader from Pennsyltucky, DD reads your regular e-mails, the one's which are sent as attached PrintScreen picture file captures! And -- no -- DD will not be buying your T-shirt with the Confederate flag superimposed on the map of the state. .

Here's what you need to do.

Near Quakertown in southeast Pennsy is a place called the Q-mart. It's open every weekend and allows a variety of vendors to sell whatever they like, bazaar fashion. In fact, it's a wonderful bazaar for the inner heevahava hidden away in all of us white rednecks and assholes. DD used to go there often when he lived in Pennsyltucky. The Q-mart's used record bins and crap greasy food were the greatest.

And one of the Q-mart's best things, ever, was the "S-cap!" The "S-cap," or shit cap, was a baseball hat with a rubber dog turd glued to its bill. The shit cap immediately caught the eye like nothing else!

My woman friend used to always wince and steer me away from the shit cap as quickly as possible. She thought that if allowed to gaze upon it too long, I would be hypnotized into buying it. She might have been right.

My friend, you need to sell that T-shirt right next to the shit cap! They would make a near perfect fashion anti-statement.