I see the sheep and the gold. But what about the egg and the crazy smile? Is he happy to be born? The insane need better propaganda ministers.

The responding officers — eight teenage boys and girls, the youngest 14 — face tripwire, a thin cloud of poisonous gas and loud shots — BAM! BAM! — fired from behind a flimsy wall. They move quickly, pellet guns drawn and masks affixed.

“United States Border Patrol! Put your hands up!” screams one in a voice cracking with adolescent determination as the suspect is subdued.

It is all quite a step up from the square knot.

When I was in scouts we used to collect coins. My dad was the scoutmaster. I didn't like that. I never got to shoot any illegals, though.

Middle Finger :: Taking It Back for the Lord

So, it seems to me, the devil (side note: he really doesn’t have horns-they’re are a metaphor for fear) has had the middle finger far too long.

Today, I’m announcing an official campaign to take the middle finger back for the Lord.

Use it with love. Use it with imagination. Use it in a staff meeting.

Reclaim it for good and fill it with meaning like:

• “you’re #1 in my heart”
• “one way to heaven”
• “have a nice day”