>> You think and act like an Obot.
That’s a rather vacuous and unfounded accusation.
So... you’re a preacher’s wife? Does the preacher know how his beloved spends her time? Would he approve of your groundless name calling? Does it manifest Christian love, as Scripture dictates?
How do *you* feel about that? Does it bother you when you go to worship? Do you do any thinking about your role as a Christian wife and Christian example during worship (or at any other time)?
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes, it quite matches my Lord, who called the Pharisees “white-washed tombs” because of the way they laid heavy burdens on people without lifting a finger to help.
I feel fine about it. When I go to worship I ask God to do whatever He wants with me and with my world, to forgive the sins I know and the sins I don’t know, and to somehow make all my blunders wise. And then I trust Him to do it.
As to whether I feel guilty about saying you think and act like an Obot, I say that as clinically as if I was saying you appear to have a ringworm. I have dealt extensively with Obots. They have a totally different epistemology.
They latch onto “gotcha” details like “Have you stopped beating your wife yet” while refusing to really hear what a person says.
They gloat about how smart and/or ethical they are compared to the low-lifes they are talking to.
They say things that are based sheerly on conjecture and with an apparent intent to inflame (such as “Cain admitted that he paid off a bimbo for 13 years and didn’t tell his wife”, deny and/or ignore the facts that are presented to refute what they’ve said, and then claim that their opponent is arguing mere conjecture.
They assume that anybody who doesn’t like or agree with Obama isn’t giving him the “benefit of the doubt” - even if that person has spent literally thousands of hours dealing with the lies and crimes of both Obama and the lawless folks in government offices covering for him.
I’m rural enough that I can tell a horse from a cow just by sillouhette, and I’ve dealt with the arguments of Obots long enough to do the same with them. I can recognize a donkey’s sillhouette by now.