I saw a decrepit old white man on the internet, a self-proclaimed vendor of Holy words for profit, and as his head bobbled around, his skeletal jaw flapped out the truly Christian response to the illegal horror of the Russian invasion of a sovereign Ukraine: God compelled Putin to attack Ukraine so as to bring on the End Times. *
And here I thought the End Times were part of the Gay Agenda all along.
I grew up in the 50s. Born just after the war: an early baby boomer. Life was very different then. First, we didn’t have a television. Rather than dull my brains with laugh tracks and insipid three-camera comedies, I would sprawl on the floor with my friendly frog pillow and sharpen my senses by recreating entire worlds from a few words of dialogue and easily identifiable sounds of the foley operator. Can you spell Schenectady?