No one is righteous, but precious few drug little girls in order to [you know]

See, when Alma told his son that some sins are worse than others, and then condemned his son for sexual sins - well, it's a good thing that Alma's son wasn't matt b., or Alma may have gotten intellectually smacked down with an erudite version of "Well, you're a sinner too, dad. So don't judge me, man."

Matt b. in a rather long post at Juvey Hall. It takes him FOREVER to get to the point at the end:

But on the flip side, there’s a caution here for the rest of us as well; those of us who see in Polanski the sinner that we are not, those of us who equate religion with law and judge juridical faultlessness to be unblemished righteousness. Polanski’s demons rage inside each one of us,

Perhaps matt b. is hoping we won't notice what he just said.

While there's a germ of truth in this (we all have sinful desires) - frankly, Polanski's demons do not rage inside us. Matt b. seems to think having the temptation to tell a little white lie is the same as - well, this is a family blog. You can google what Polanski did if you must.

So, going by what matt b. argues, every time you break the speed limit, you're just as bad as Polanski. Well, no wonder everyone in Babylon is defending him. And Alma was wrong to do all that preaching repentance - he should have been more like matt b. and spent time searching his own soul to realize the same demons existed inside him. In fact, all the prophets and apostles should do the same. Then we can stop worrying about them telling us to improve.

Margaret Blair Young, all class

MBY bears testimony that the proof of God's existence is that Boyd K. Packer will not be the next prophet.

Heck, and it takes a non-Mormon to call her on it.

God is in charge apparently only when he does what MBY wants.

That is not dead which can eternal lie

I thought jr. ganymede's Lovecraft fetish was just a mildly amusing affectation. But then I realized Adam really is Cthulhu (and jr. ganymede is R'lyeh), with the power to make sure topics that should be dead and buried rise from the ocean of the internet and devour those who happen to be passing by in cyberspace.

Soon, we will all be driven mad by the comments! the comments! - the stygian comments of eldritch horrors. Soon we shall all surf out to that brooding blog on the net and comment through black abysses to Cyclopean and many-columned jr. ganymede, and in that lair of the Deep Ones we shall dwell amidst wonder and glory for ever.

Mammon v. God

Kevin Barney's usual passive-aggressive approach to making sin seem acceptable has resulted in predictable comments.

The entire tenor of the comments in this thread can be summed up thusly: You can serve God and Mammon. An organization that supports the church's position, and one that actively fights against the church and its teachings - both are fine! You can serve two masters after all.

I can't decide which is worse

Terryl Givens declaring that selling your soul to Satan is actually an act of moral goodness and daring, or Daniel's theologically tone deaf rants about how evil Eve is (Givens misses the point that Eve did not sell her soul to the Devil, whereas Faust did. There's a big difference between transgressing and frickin' SELLING YOUR SOUL TO THE ADVERSARY OF ALL THAT IS GOOD! Daniel, on the other hand, apparently doesn't pay attention in church or General Conference).

Well, at least Terryl Givens is eloquent and well spoken. But then, the devil can be as well. So, perhaps Daniels inartistic-ness means he's less diabolical. Or not.

[Plus - the Mormon Reivew has Kaimi as an editor. I mean, what? That guy admittedly thinks the church is false and full of patriarchal bull[crap]. It seems like there should be some standards at the Review - like perhaps the editors shouldn't be actively working to undermine the General Authorities? But given that rambling, nonsensical article on Battlestar Galactica, they haven't exactly been off to an auspicious start].

Probably "I can't breathe in here! Get me out of this place."

I hate to speak ill of the dead, especially in the time between their death and funeral.

Ah, who am I kidding? I love to speak ill of the dead. I'm just like Geoff B. - I mean, there hasn't even been enough time to do the proper rituals to raise the Ted Kennedy from the grave and make him a flesh eating zombie, and Geoff, rather than let the family and friends mourn for a few days, decides it's time to make sure we all know just what a loser this guy was.

As soon as Geoff B. dies, you can expect this blog to do a post about that one time in Vegas (it involved Geoff B, a duck and two recently unemployed cab drivers) and all the times he refused to tip waitresses every time he ordered a sandwich.

Also, Geoff murders hobos. But I'll save the details until after he dies. Because, you know, I love to speak ill of the dead. The dead stink - they're dead after all. It's not like we believe the dead are aware of us and have a chance for redemption, right?

Beware the Illuminati!!!

Just when I thought the rhetoric amongst the right wingers on the 'Nacle could never get as crazy as the rhetoric amongst the left wingers during Bushitler the second's reign -

Well, it's not quite there, but give them time. Bookslinger gives us an early preview.

Of course, the left is still behaving badly - witness BCC using blatantly sexual terms to refer to citizens expressing their Constitutional rights. (Scroll down to the 18 Aug links). At least the right behaved itself during chimpymcbushitler II's term of office. The left is just acting crude.

[Yeah, yeah. I've been away, pursuing other career options - but I discovered unembodied beings can't really get hired. And I'm a little behind. Give me time to catch up].