Session Notes

Along with polyphenols, this is probably one of the most significant discoveries the research community has come up with for years:

There is a free trial available here for those south of the 49th but I’m not sure about what is available to us Canucks yet…

Living longer is under the, “Ok, whatever,” category for me but the ability to be clear, active and raising hell right to the end, now THAT is interesting…

Ok, this guy needs no other intro except to have his videos posted:

His mission: “To find those with holy hand grenades up their butts and pull the pin…”

BTW: 100 Huntley St. got massive feedback over this. About 60% of the comments were hugely positive — but the other 40% (Coupled with raw cowardice) caused them to refuse to replay his interview and erase any evidence of it ever having been aired. (Not even the KGB could erase something that well.)

Think about it: 60% of those who are watching this (A massively conservative Evangelical audience to begin with) are on his page — and there is such a limited grasp of the situation the Church is in that all 100 Huntley St. can do to cope with reality is to try to deny it.

If this is any indication, the bricks and mortar church is likely already dead — it just hasn’t noticed it yet.

The Associated Press.

As dismal as murdering 60,000 late term babies (that were perfectly capable of immediately being delivered and shortly given up for adoption) is, I think I’ve discovered something even more twisted…

There’s something really bent about the psyche of an extreme right that can advocate for the death penalty, for the war in Iraqi and against an abortion that is required to save a woman’s life — and then open fire on an abortion doctor as he and his family served in their Lutheran Church.

(Someone should probably inform the Right that if all of the above is true, they are NOT even remotely Pro-Life — they are simply Pro-Birth and not particularly credible…)

There really is only one answer to this level of deluded — and Steve Taylor sang it years ago:

(Note: Before someone flips out and over reacts, SEE BELOW!!!)

I Blew Up The Clinic Real Good — Steve Taylor

I have the road in my blood
I drive a custom van
I play the tunes
I’m the neighborhood ice cream man
So don’t you mess this boy around

The other day when the clinic had it’s local debut
Some chicks were trying to picket
The doctor threatened to sue

I don’t care if it’s a baby or a tissue blob
but if we run out of youngsters
I’ll be out of a job
And so I
I did my duty
cleaning up the neighborhood
I blew up the clinic real good

Try and catch me coppers
Your stinkin’ badges better think again
Before you mess this boy around

I’ve hung in Saigon just to see the special effects
I’ve hung from gravity boots for my napoleon complex
It’s time to close
Ohhh…. There she blows.
History In the making
You picked a fight.
I pick dynamite
I blew up the clinic real good.

Preacher on a corner
Calling it a crime
The ends don’t justify the means anytime
I stood up on my van
I yelled “Excuse me, sir
Ain’t nothin’ wrong with this country
a few plastic explosives won’t cure”

FYI: Steve Taylor was a satirist who spent his life delivering cynical parodies of the Church in hopes of making at least a few of Her members think. He was confronting people who would take the law into their own hands.