"'I stuck her with my wang. She hit me in the balls. I grabbed her by her neck. And I bounced her off the walls. She said it was an accident and then apologised. But I still took my elbow and blackened both her eyes.' That's clearly a song about domestic violence. So your Christian message is... don't be like that man?" "Huh?" Violent J repeats, mystified.

"A historian traces the moment when Boston’s dour preachers embraced the market."

Wild and sad.

There's two big lessons here:
1. Fame makes people do and say crazy things, and other famous people tend to give an equally outrageous reaction to it.
2. Christianity is a joke.

Interesting, though I do not totally agree. (Is Christianity not itself a tribe? An ideological one, at least, if not geographically contiguous.) There is the same food for thought here that I've been chewing on for years... it is a conundrum I cannot reconcile.

"God is all-powerful. Therefore, God can do anything, and regenerating a leg is trivial."