Fallen is Babe-O-Lon

I hesitated to draw this one. For one thing, I really don't like to involve my little bimbos too deeply into politics/current affairs. For another thing, she's some Daddy's Little Girl, and she's probably as precious to him as my daughters are to me and I wouldn't want them held up to public ridicule. And, for yet another thing, I'm a Christian myself and President Obama DID say the exact same thing, and on the face of it I agree with both of them. The difference is, President Obama and I are expressing personal beliefs, while I get the distinct feeling she is one of those "Covenant" types from the Christian Taliban who won't be happy until every infidel in the world either converts to their beliefs or dies by their swords wielded in the Righteous Wrath of God--in short, the same Deuteronomical 1st Century neo-con "salvation through The Law rather than through Faith" types that St. Paul repeatedly warns us about. Not to mention those of the small town "Sister Bertha Better-Than-You" ilk who told me my Dad was going to hell because he worked on Sundays (they were only worried about future fires, and didn't seem to recognize there were fires here and now that had to be dealt with, which meant the DFD had to keep their engine and truck companies manned 24/7)

 

Of course, in her defense, I have to wonder why they are asking these girls ANYTHING. These aren't the playoffs for the G.E. College Bowl (yes, I'm dating myself), they're BEAUTY CONTESTS, a kind of Oscars for Plastic Surgeon of the Year, a competition based on who has the prettiest face, the shapeliest legs and the best "yummy bits" in between--on who started with the best DNA and turned it into the best TnA. Who the hell cares what they think (?) about anything in a general, much less what a bikini model's views on morality are? If I've got any burning theological questions I need answered, I'll sit there quietly sipping my beer until a priest, a minister, and a rabbi walk into the bar, see.

Done