I challenge anyone to sleep through a Wright sermon, even drunk or on heroin.
I doubly challenge anyone to sleep through 20 years of such sermons.
I triply challenge anyone to tell the American people (within a real short span of time): 1. I slept through his sermons, I slept through them for twenty years. 3. He’s my “mentor”, the beneficiary of 26 grand of my cash, the titler of my book... and be believed.
Oops! Obama managed that one. So I guess if 300 million people could have slept through that whopper in a year and a half of presidential campaigning... maybe, just maybe, Obama was telling the truth!
I’m beginning to believe in miracles. They are abounding in these times. The one I like the best is Sarah Palin stupid enough to think that Africa is a country and yet smart enough to outfox a few multi-billion dollar oil companies.
I’m a Catholic and living in Italy and I’m bored with my church. I want to hear a pastor ranting and raving, cursing and insulting... Oh I dunno, the Lithuanians! I want dudes slapping each other five behind his back. I want my next president to be ass-and-shirt with Renato Curcio historical leader of the Red Brigades.
You Americans get so much excitement! Send Obama over here! This is the land of Arugola and he’d fit right in with the social organizers down in the Naples Garbage Crisis centers.