Stud dragged me, kicking and screaming, to church today to get some "peace and understanding" regarding the massacre. I said "You won't find it there. The preacher has his itinerary of sermons in his file cabinet, dating back to the 70's and the massacre hadn't happened yet."Sure enough, the minister did his thing, on his church schedule. A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer down his pants, then we all got sent home.Stud was angry over the inconsiderate and unfeeling sermon. I said: "What did you expect him to say? God loves you. Sorry about the kids."Sorry for venting on YOUR blog.
Venting is permitted as long as it is done the way you did. Civilly, intelligently, and with respect.