Oh, I See, It’s All Our Fault

“If he thinks we’re trying to assassinate him, I think that we really ought to go ahead and do it... We have the ability to take him out, and I think the time has come that we exercise that ability.”

Um, seems pretty damned clear to me. But somehow, we’ve all just misinterpreted Pat Robertson’s call to assassinate Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez. Hey, you can argue as to whether or not his comments were justified, but to claim — not that he simply misspoke, or that he now regrets his comments — but that somehow it’s all our fault for “misinterpreting” him is just rank idiocy.

Every once in a while, Pam asks if I’d like to move down to Virginia Beach. And every time, my answer is exactly the same: As long as this nutcase pretty effectively owns the town, it ain’t gonna happen.


At 10:00 AM, Kori said...

Isn't he so scary? And given that he's the "Mayor McCheese" of VA Beach, I would steer clear.

During my salon.com kick the other day (I haven't read much that isn't about infant development or breastfeeding lately, so salon.com was dreamy), I found articles written by one of my all-time favorite authors, Anne Lamott. I thought you might enjoy this one, as a sort of "counterpoint" to all this 700 club ranting.


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