Never, ever

Of all the words in the dictionary, this is one that's never been said about me.

Probably why I'm not a crime investigator, huh?

I will never vote for a Baptist.

That's the title of a post in a political forum I pop in on from time-to-time. There has been some controversy over the Republican frontrunner, Mitt Romney. Romney is a Mormon, and I "guess" that this guy is angry that some in the forum aren't backing his guy but instead are backing Huckabee, an ordained minister.

(I will have to make sure that's correct. I "think" it's Huckabee; that sort of thing is one of the "lesser" things I think about when choosing a political candidate. It's important, but not as important as where he/she stands on the issues)

Here's the rest of his post:

I grew up as a Baptist. When I gained enough sense to see through their narrow minded concept of religion I left. I did not agree with their racist attitudes regarding those other than Baptists. I did not agree with their ideas of starting a new church whenever their thoughts disagreed with the prevailing ideas. I thought their list of things you can not do disagreed with the Bible.

It is very dangerous for a Baptist to even be running for president much less a Baptist preacher.

You guys know me; I couldn't help it.

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Gift for Mother

Three sons left home, went out on their own and prospered. Getting back together, they discussed the gifts they were able to give their elderly Mother.

The first said, "I built a big house for our Mother."

The second said, "I sent her a Mercedes with a driver."

The third smiled and said, "I've got you both beat. You remember how Mom enjoyed reading the Bible? And you know she can't see very well any more. I sent her a remarkable parrot that recites the entire Bible. It took Elders in the church 12 years to teach him. He's one of a kind. Mama just has to name the chapter and verse, and the parrot recites it."

Soon thereafter, Mom sent out her letters of thanks:

"Milton," she wrote one son, "the house you built is so huge. I live in only one room, but I have to clean the whole house."

"Gerald," she wrote to another, "I am too old to travel any more. My eyesight isn't what it used to be. I stay most of the time at home, so I rarely use the Mercedes. And the driver is so rude!"

"Dearest Donald," she wrote to her third son, "you have the good sense to know what your Mother likes. The chicken was delicious!"