What really freaks me out is that in the 8 years I've lived on Oak Ave, I haven't seen the owner once. No shadows in the windows, no one getting the paper, no car in the driveway. But someone must live there; the grass is always cut. I suspect that the occupant only comes out at night, Boo Radley in the shadows putting up signs so bright, they light up the neighborhood.
Now that I think about it, I bet Carrie's classmates got the pigs blood from the animals in Mary/Joseph's stable.
Still, in light of Mr. Robertson's anti-gay diatribe, I'm kid of pleased that I was sporting the Fifty Shades collection while hawking his books - and passing out silly beards on a stick. My only regret is that I laundered my cammos before I wore them. They were soiled with cum stains that didn't come from me.
Sadly, controversies like Phil's are common in the news - from Alec Baldwin to Chic Fil-A. I've blogged about a few this year (most notably my guilt for stopping at Chic Fil-A for dinner), but I really do try to stay out of the crossfire, and I understand what it's like to be quoted for offhand comments, taken out of context. And with that in mind, I genuinely believe that Phil Robertson's comments were taken that way - he was just speaking off the cuff, from the heart, from his beliefs. I've always felt that Christians get a bad rap in the media; its unfair that they can't live their lives with the same acceptance that liberals demand from their own lifestyles: "This is how I live my life...deal with it."