This Facebook Status Can Die in a Fire

Shame on you America: the only country where we have homeless without shelter, children going to bed without eating, elderly going without needed meds, and mentally ill without treatment - yet we have a benefit for the people of Haiti on 12 TV stations. 99% of people won't have the guts to copy and repost this

Last I recall Democrats try to enact programs to help those in our country who are homeless (govt home subsidies and loan programs), who go to bed without eating (welfare, foodstamps), elderly folks without meds (medicare) and mentally ill without treatment (healthcare reform) and Republicans try to stop them every step of the way. Which is ironic since the person who posted this is a...REPUBLICAN.

So what's their big plan to help those listed up there? Huh?

Besides, I didn't know this part of the bible pertained to just Americans:

"Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invited you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?

The King will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me."

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Facebook makes me really dislike people.

Holy Roller

Despite a few changes in the story (the underwear and the baptism since I was never baptized) this was EXACTLY my experience with organized religion as a child: http://www.violentacres.com/archives/250/the-pentecostal-church-and-the-holy-ghost-want-you-to-wear-pig-panties

Reverend Bud would begin the sermon slowly and thoughtfully. He preached
the wonders of God’s love and the importance of attending Church regularly.
Although this was typically the most boring part of the night, we (the kids)
used the time wisely. We’d make faces at each other over the pews or give random
people the finger behind our Bibles. The purpose of our antics was to simply
keep ourselves occupied until the adults starting yelling, “Amen!” and “Praise
God!” It was at this point, we would swivel around in our seats and keep our
eyes glued to the front two pews. This is where the action usually
started.

My parents got involved with a Pentecostal Church a year or two after my Dad stopped drinking (I was 5 or 6). We stopped attending that church and left the organized evangelical movement when I was 11 after a few uncomfortable incidences where the preacher proclaimed the Catholic Church across the street was all "going to hell". (Hi Barack Obama! Yes, it is okay to leave a church when you don't agree with the minister.)

But nevertheless hearing or reading about or watching the ol' Holy Spirit brings back the memories for sure.