I never thought I would live to see the day. Eerie, and prophetic. I am sorry God. You are and always will be my everything, and thanks for sending your Son.
Just sayin.Posted by juneslili at September 6, 2012 11:24 AM
The yeas had it, according to the screenshot of the teleprompter!Posted by Jewel at September 6, 2012 11:50 AM
link removed. . . :(Posted by Joan of Argghh at September 6, 2012 12:34 PM
Here you go, Joan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=09cEwnivdr0&feature=player_embedded
Here you go, Joan:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=09cEwnivdr0&feature=player_embedded
Yipes! Yeah, Gerard. Makes my stomach hurt (or is it my heart?) that so many would be so ignorant.
Susan LeePosted by Susan Lee at September 6, 2012 1:39 PM
God is merciful and just... I'm thinking some prideful Democrats are due a painful spanking come November.Posted by Rocky at September 6, 2012 2:52 PM
Oh, goodie. Now they can go out and found a new Jewish sect. I thought I saw Muslims in that shot? That will be interesting.Posted by I-RIGHT-I at September 6, 2012 5:06 PM
I may have said this earlier - but watch out for the smiting.
Smite! Smite! Smite!
THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB, first published in 1815
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail:
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Godless democraps worship abortion.Posted by A.Men at September 7, 2012 5:10 AM
Godless democraps worship abortion.Posted by ironar at November 11, 2012 3:44 PM