Flannery O’Connor was a good Southern woman, and like all Southern women she was often moved more by pity than good sense. Still, she was honest. She called herself an integrationist in the legal rather than aesthetic sense. In other words, she wanted to see Blacks prosper, but since equality only stoked their bestial nature, she wanted them nowhere near her. (This sentimentalism is by no means restricted to Southerners, as the whole of American history shows.) In a letter to a friend, she confessed that the Lord prevented her from publicizing her wish that the "niggers" would be returned to Africa. Wise blood, indeed. She compared jailed black agitators during the Civil Rights Movement to a caged grasshopper that she had released, only to see it gobbled up by a duck. She wrote a story called The Artificial Nigger, about a man from north Georgia whose grandson has never before seen a Negro. Both men take a train ride to Atlanta to do just that. They get lost downtown and wander into the ghetto and then into a White neighborhood where they ponder over a lawn ornament of a Negro holding a watermelon. It’s basically a golden rule story in which, through their own desperate condition, they are reminded of their faith, and thus of mercy and charity. The story is about how suffering helps us to appreciate grace.

By what stretch of the imagination can this be called Christianity?

"To an ordinary human being, love means nothing if it does not mean loving some people more than others." ~ George Orwell

In what possible context might we construe the Apostle’s words so as to avoid calling him a racist?

Scorebored has taken up art. I’ve always felt that hobbies are therapeutic stress-relievers.

"I will confess that I cannot understand why anyone would be suspicious of this ‘artist’s’ work. He is, after all, the guy who ‘repaint[ed] a Manhattan hotel room in melted mozzarella, spray[ed] five tons of pepper jack cheese on a Wyoming home, and festoon[ed] a four-poster bed with 312 pounds of processed ham.’ If that’s not art, then I don’t know what I like."

Good racist music from our brothers to the east. More. Scorebored has posted some lyrics.

Seed, bud, flower, fruit,
They’re never gonna grow without their roots.
Branch, stem, shoots.
They need roots!

"I grew up in a southern California city called Paramount. This is the story of the ‘civil uprising’ (race war) which took place there in the nineteen-eighties and which was summarily expunged from public record. I am among a handful of the remaining witnesses to these events…"

"The rebuilding of Santa Barbara’s State Street in the Spanish Mission style after the 1925 earthquake was the aesthetic peak of white Californians’ long Hispanophilic phase. Today, State Street is arguably the most pleasant downtown avenue to stroll in the country. Or it was, until last Thursday afternoon, when California’s growing Latino gang wars boiled over onto State Street, with a 14-year-old junior high school student stabbing a 15-year-old to death outside of Saks Fifth Avenue."

Fourteen steps to freedom. Defy the bastards.

"Spurgeon was never ordained. He began and ended his remarkable ministry as a lay preacher. He revolted from the sacramentalism of the Church of England, which seemed to hold that in the imposition of hands in ordination divine grace trickled down through a bishop’s finger ends and he felt moved to protest against it."

The opening act at the next matinee performance at your church.

Today’s trivia: Kibera, Kenya, has one toilet for every 1,440 people. So does every megachurch I’ve ever attended. Tinku, Bolivia, has a days-long celebration of drinking and fist-fighting, which is called by Bolivia’s president "a sublime, beautiful act." We have the same thing here; we call it General Assembly. Let’s see, what else is in the news. London prisons are being remodeled to position all toilets perpendicular to Mecca so that idol worshippers won’t have to pinch a loaf in the presence of Allah. No expense is too great to accomodate pagans. Quite frankly, it’s an honor when our daughters produce ugly little brown babies. Speaking of swine, this is the Year of the Pig in the Chinese zodiac. The Han Chinese regard the pig as their symbol of happiness, honesty, and fertility, according to the Wall Street Journal. A church in England has renamed the Three Little Pigs to the Three Little Puppies. That’s because our job as Christians is to bend over and take it.

"We cannot keep our children separate from the dark-skinned strangers who seek to adulterate our blood, or else our own pastors will condemn us as hateful semi-devils. But Negro ‘Christians’ can devote much ink and airtime and bandwidth to proclaiming their special ‘distinctiveness’ and our own pastors will offer their watery smiles…and their daughters."

Fred Reed, stepfather to international extinction. I think the letter writer is spot-on. And aren’t you ashamed of yourself? You prattle on about the death of the West, but admit it – it’s just a cover for your hatred of Fred’s stepdaughter. Curse you stepdaughter-haters, one and all. I wonder if it means anything that Fred married a Jew. Here’s a heartwarming story about a friend of his, a good-ol’-boy who puts his hand over his heart when Dixie plays. He married an Indian who "looks to be pure Aztec." But that’s okay because "Aztec on white works just real well," and besides, "Mexicans are basically Southerners with a pronunciation problem." Perhaps the products of their illicit copulation can sneak across the border and help us fight Yankees and restore the Bill of Rights and argue the fine points of Reformation theology.

Is there something wrong with White women? I know they have mouths on them, but we Southerners like a little vinegar in our greens. We’re also very appreciative of the women’s movement when we’re walking behind it.

Police descend upon a vile purveyor of dolls. The ladder of the law has no top nor bottom! And though people have been drinking raw milk for thousands of years, our boys in blue are cracking down on these dangerous criminals.

Do you want to know what a hero looks like? Your lying preacher is no hero. He’s a traitor. Tell the bleeding sod to go to hell if he’s aiding in the decimation and dispossession of our people. One depressing note: "We worked hard to build the tax base of this country. Why turn it over to perfect strangers?" As though only the taxes we pay allow us to legitimately govern ourselves. Even the heroes are partially brainwashed, and for now, even they continue to pretend that this has nothing to do with race.

Gnosticism, the "soul-only gospel." Which is no gospel at all. Pietists (most Christians today) also view getting saved or winning souls as their purpose in life. But the Bible says we are saved unto good works. Getting saved is just the beginning of our purpose in life. Such pseudo-Christians have no love for God’s law and are defeatists who willfully hand over their birthright to strangers. It will also interest you to know that the Star of David is an old Gnostic symbol. The top triangle symbolizes ascent to deity and the bottom triangle symbolizes eternal communion with those who have already become gods. Use the Force, Jews!

I wish we’d all been ready.