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Authenticity of Christ’s Tomb PROVED! If Jesus was crucified at the age 345.

National Geographic magazine has just been handed exclusive evidence apparently, confirming the authenticity of what’s known as the Tomb of Christ. Thought to be a fabrication of the crusades, the tomb dates back as far as 345 AD according to carbon dating tests. This places it in the Roman Age they say, thus in the realm of possibility to be the brief burial site of the pre-ascendant deceased prophet Jesus of Nazareth. Fans are always chasing for tangible traces of the historically undocumented celebrity of biblical lore. Although his birthday remains a guesstimate, Nat Geo publicists now propose that Jesus lived to the age of 345 before he was crucified.

Our Phine Phreaky Phriend Pastor Phred Phelps Praises AZ shooting

Just when you thought that ALL the roaches had crawled out of their cracks in the wall on this…
 
Now, what do you suppose would happen if another group, say a more left-leaning group, wanted to give the American Child the Right Wing murdered an Honor Guard? Showed up to give like Military Honors to Christina Green, age 9, in a non-intrusive ceremony, with a 21-gun salute (actually, 7 rifles fired simultaneously three times) And let’s then say that one of the Honor Guard became so Unhinged at the massive hatred spewing from the Godless Lips of Pastor Phred? And, as soldiers often do, takes aim….

Would Pastor Phred accept his death as being God’s Wrath upon HIM for inciting bloodshed in the world and particularly in America?

His hate-rallies were just one more “point of light” to use the Fascist GHW Bush campaign slogan, in the sparkling array of bonfires, burning effigies, burning books, burning churches, burning Heretics, that have erupted across America and partly on the the direction of GHW and his Retarded Sons, and partly on the direction of Sarah Palin, and the rest of the DumFox morons, and… on the direction of Pastor Phred.

They want to light America on fire, well, they might just have done it this time.

Their assumption, as always, was that Liberals are pussies, weaklings, Easy Targets.

If they believed for an instant that there would be any resistance, any return fire, they would cower in their bunkers alternately reading Mein Kampf and the Bible, listening to Propaganda Radio waiting for Glenn Beck and Rush Limbaugh telling them it’s safe to come out.

I don’t know the protocol for State Funerals if a Federal Judge was murdered. I don’t know, either, if he was ever in the military. That would guarantee an Honor Guard at his goodbye-party.

John B. Spencer’s lost Christmas lyric for Will Your House Be Blessed?

Gathering songs for a Christmas compilation, I went looking through different versions of “Will This House be Blessed?” by John B. Spencer. While the forgiveness spirit is in keeping with the season, everyone else’s cover lacked whatever it was I remembered tied the song literally to Christmas. I finally found Spencer’s original recording and there it was, an Easter reference actually, but too much irreligious specificity apparently for subsequent renditions.

Everybody since Spencer omits his last verse, instead repeating the first, which they also alter to “Let it go, let it go” and not “Let him go.”

For the record, versions by Harry Manx, Richard Thompson, and Martin Simpson et al. go by the more assuring title, absent the question mark, ONLY THEN WILL YOUR HOUSE BE BLESSED.

But here’s how John B sang it:

Let him go, let him go, let him go, go, go
Let your sword of vengeance rest.
?Do the blind lead the blind??
Don’t be cruel to be kind.?
Only then will your house be blessed.

Turn your cheek, turn your cheek?
Turn your other cheek,?
Make your mercy manifest.?
When the hawk and the dove?
Fly in circles ’round your love,?
Only then will your house be blessed.

Offer prayer, offer prayer,?
Offer one small prayer?
To your uninvited guest.?
Don’t deny him his right,?
Make him welcome through the night.

?Only then will your house be blessed.

Pull the nails from the cross.
Pull the cross from the hill.
Lay the body and soul to rest.
May the blood that’s been spilt
–Drown your guilt.
Only then will your house be blessed.