Can you obsessively patrol tribal boundaries without appearing to be a ridiculous self-parody who long ago lost every last vestige of faith, hope and love?


No, you cannot.

Period. That is all.


Al Mohler's pompous piety can't make chicken soup out of the chicken-poop argument invented to justify slavery
Rothko's 'War on Christmas' (1950, oil on paper)
NAE: Our politicized white theology has nothing to do with politics or race
Liberation vs. tribalism