(That’s one of the things that turned me off most (but not quite all) religious denominations - that disgusting flexibility to say “The Lobster loves both of us, but I choose not to love _you_”).

Perhaps a fitting title could be “Hate, Actually”

A good movie title might be:

“La Methodes aux Folles”

The English title would be:

“The padded cage.”

If it were a T.V. series, I suggest “Intolerant Eye for the Queer Guy.”

As a recovering Calvinist myself, I’m familiar with the idea that someone else is having fun and it’s our duty to stop it. But Baptists aren’t Calvinists. Calvinists are Presbyterians (and in my case Christian Reformed (the Dutch version)). I realize it’s a subtle difference, but none of the Calvinist churches I know are virulently anti-gay. You have to leave that to the Baptists, they are a lot more into the emotional side of religion.

OK, now to the local high school graduation come a busload of “members of the virulently anti-gay Westboro Baptist Church of Kansas”, come to yell “God hates fags!” at the Tracy students. The Gay-Straight Alliance plans a counter-protest; the Tracy P.D. is putting out extra officers to keep things calm, etc. Before they go home, the Kansans intend to picket some local churches who have spoken out in favor of the kids.

The blockbuster here is buried way down in the story, and I’ll quote it in full:

“Strip away their titles, and those churches are all talking about the same big lie,” Phelps-Roper said, “that God loves anyone.”

This is such pure Calvinist theology that the faint sound you hear may be John Calvin himself, cheering from whatever ramparts he now inhabits. Maybe this blockbuster should be called, “He’s baaaaaack…”

Any other suggestions for a title? And did anyone else think the Christian church taught that “Jesus loves you”?? What about “Do unto others as ye would that they do unto you”?

What always strikes me odd is how absolutely safe the citizens of this country must be that we only hear about one person’s disappearance a year. I’d think that there were maybe a couple more murders, or kidnappings, or runaways - but apparently not. That’s a good thing, right?

[The Senator, for all you left-coasters, is a bald cypress that escaped the clear cutters of those glorious days of yore that included Eberhard-Faber clearing Cedar Key of the trees for which it was named.]