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Every Time I Breathe, Big Daddy Weave

I am sure all of heaven's heard me cry, as I tell you all the reasons why this life is just too hard. But day by day, without fail, I'm finding everything I need, and everything that You are to me... Yeppers, that pretty much sums it up.

Betty White "needs to start taking her relationship with God serious." Seriously?

I was one of those grassroots Facebook campaigners responsible for Betty White hosting Saturday Night Live the other night, so for that, let me just say: "You're very welcome!"

I thought she was fantastic, better even than I had expected she might be, and by most accounts her coming on the show was a huge success. Except for some, who apparently had more eternal concerns weighing on their minds, precluding enjoying it so much.

Like Jose, who while conceding that Betty White is legend "in this day and age of rebels and rockers" (I really don't know what that means, but it seems to be a good thing), is more concerned about her afterlife appearance instead, presumably being so old as she is. A legend, sure ...

"However, I think Betty really needs to start taking her relationship with God serious. Betty can't please this new generation, she has nothing to prove to them. Her relationship with the Lord is what she needs to take serious."

Well, all righty then. I found that rather presumptuous of Jose, conjecturing to somehow know the woman's relationship with the Almighty, and prescient to what lies ahead for her if she doesn't start taking it more seriously; sooner than later, at her age.

His comment might be one of the more stupid ones, certainly not germane to the article about her performance on the show. I could be wrong, but I'm guessing that some of Betty's material might have been a bit too blue to pass Jose's own righteousness muster, to secure a spot for her in the heavenlies.

Don't know why some people can't just enjoy here and now without always being bothered with whatever hereafter fate awaits, especially for others' souls. Worry about your own forever if you want, but why fret so much about Betty's? It's just weird is all, not to mention a dumbass waste of time thinking about it.

If God has any sense of humor at all, Betty White is probably good to go, whenever she kicks it. Fogeys à la Jose need to get a life, one in the present (which is the only one we can be sure about, actually) and quit worrying so much about the one afterwards.

Bringing happy back, that surely must count for something in the vast scheme of all things eternal, I would think. It certainly counts for earth-time better spent than adjudging others' right standing (or not-so-right standing) with God, that's for sure. Live and let live, die and let die; meantime, enjoy the muffins ...

The Anti-Gay Fundie and His Boyslut Porter

To tell you the truth, I'd probably hire this hottie Lucien to "lift my luggage", too, or whatever else, as a matter of fact, so it's doubtless inappropriate for me to knock some other guy as being so very wrong for actually doing just that. Hypocritical of me, I know, and hypocrisy is never a good look.

Except that the "some other guy" happens to be anti-gay activist and fundie Baptist preacher George Rekers, who hired this particular 20-year-old (well, not to fret semantics, but more exactly rented than hired, to wit ...) from the gay escort site Rentboy.com. Where one can apparently troll for such nice, slender blonde male hookers porters as Lucien.

See, George needed someone to accompany him on his ten days traveling throughout Europe, he says, to help with lifting his luggage, is all. "I had surgery, and I can't lift luggage. That's why I hired him." Well, I suppose that's one way to put it, and where better to find someone to lend a lifting hand, than the self-dubbed world's largest gay escort site, eh?

Also, it turns out, praise the Lord, what a blessing in disguise, really, a bonus conversion op how that surgery thingy turned out... since all Rekers is truly only interested in is "helping and lovingly caring for people identifying themselves as 'gay'." Just like John the Baptist and Jesus would do!

Thanks to Joe.My.God for getting this clarification out of Rekers: "Like John the Baptist and Jesus, I have a loving Christian ministry to homosexuals and prostitutes ... I spent a great deal of time sharing scientific information [with Lucien] on the desirability of abandoning homosexual intercourse, and I shared the Gospel of Jesus Christ with him in great detail."

Or not. I reckon he surely shared something, all right, probably got some of his stuff lifted, even, but I doubt very much if it was Bible or baggage in any event, respectively. George Rekers is a douchenozzle. I do think Lucien is hot, though, in that slutty way I like, and at least he's not pretending something that he's not. Like I said from the start, hypocrisy is never a good look.