Sometimes I’m simply confused. And for the record, I consider myself fairly intelligent. So when Ms. Snell emerges from her hate-den with signs like this, well, I’m left scratching my head.
Karen’s yard. Walnut Street, Harrisburg. 7:16 AM. December 22, 2009.
Is this some sort of Wonder Woman/Superhero reference? Does it imply that God’s a woman (which, by the why, does not strike me a typically right-wing perspective)? Or does it simply mean that talking to God as one would talk to a counselor is the best advice of all – that is, God as “Super Therapist”? Yeah, I suppose that makes sense.
Still, I’d much prefer to envision him (or her) in a cape, smiting not only heathens but pickpockets. I’d like to think of Super-God rescuing kittens from trees en route to battling Juggernaut. What’s more, he needs some sort of symbol, a way for us to reach out to him a la Commissioner Gordon signaling Batman. The God Signal could be a cross? The Ten Commandments? Or perhaps just a signal with a missing bulb that projects nothing at all and really isn’t there. You know, like God.
Until tomorrow, have at it, you vultures!