Driftglass’s prayerful poem for silence:
Now pretty pennies are at stake
The Supremes won’t fix the Rev’s Mistake;
Not the House of Newt, or Freeper’s Blog,
or Batshit loons, or Man-On-Dog,
Or peddlers of Special, “Schiavo” Laws
Can fuck with the Establishment Clause.
Screw with it, you’re in for trouble,
Like a hell-broth, boil and bubble.
And here it comes. Big Fat Trouble;
Christ is Pissed; His Daddy Double.Pray for rain or for the Cubs.
Pray for gain or tummy rubs.
Pray by your bed, on your head
Or in the shed, on the day you wed.
Pray out loud or quietly.
Pray for yourself, or pray for me.
Pray in a pew or on a mat.
Pray she doesn’t stop doing THAT.
Pray anyhow and anywhere,
But keep it out of the Public Square.
(Via d r i f t g l a s s.)