Anders Breivik and the dance of the sugar plum fairies

It was, of course, very predictable,

Anders Breivik, the insane Norwegian that tragically and horrifically murdered at least 70 young bright people on an Island retreat...

Gets favorably compared and associated with "Fundamentalist right wing Christians" by the New York Times.

That was, of course, before the New York Times read Breivik's manifesto in which he states, "It is enough that you are a Christian Agnostic, or a Christian Atheist."

Maybe it's just me, but saying you can be a Christian Atheist is akin to saying the Dalai Lama is a Communist because he likes Chinese food.

I was in the Beautiful Country of Norway on a couple occasions in the mid eighties with a Christian Rock band that was known for sarcastic songs, and I can assure you that none of us in the band thought, or believed, anything resembling this whack jobs notion of what a Christian is.

And so the automatic associations of the NYT and many of it's readers that all Conservative Christians are just like Anders Breivik, the six foot tall, blue eyed, crazed killer, are a figment of George Soros' imagination.

Why, of course, if you believe in Jesus you must be exactly like Anders Breivik!

Or if you prefer his anglicized name Andrew Berwick, which is how he signed his genius manifesto that completely destroys any nonsensical notion that he was a Christian of any kind whatsoever.

Harry Potter is more of a Christian than Breivik because at least HP uses his Warlock spells against the bad guys rather than innocent 15 year olds. This analogy is quite a stretch for me, but since we're stretching...

Alas, convincing the NYT and it's loyal readers that a freak of nature that insists Christian atheists are the same as Christian Christians is lunacy can be hard work indeed.

It makes me wonder whats next? if the "Grey Lady" can associate conservative Christians with an insane mass murderer that quotes the "Grey Lady" regularly, can it be far off when the headline reads..."Mass killer reads Mein Kampf, the Communist manifesto, and the Bible...Conservative Christians to blame?"

Are these people for real?

Don't shoot me...I'm just the Sax Player...

When you're 18 you think you're invincible...

When your 18 you think you're invincible even though several very stupid things you've done in the last week should tell you otherwise.

When you're 25 you begin to realize that you're not quite so invincible because you can't stay out with your friends and party all night and then get up and go to work like you used to.

At 32 you now know you're not invincible because your 7 year old son wants you to ride bikes with him when you get home from work and you tell him to go ride with that sweet little girl next door. but life is now your oyster even though you don't eat them but instead take the fam. to Applebees on weekends.

At 42 you definitely know you're not invincible because 7 body parts are telling you that you aren't including your eyes which now watch your son ride around in a car with the sweet little girl next door that now looks like a pop tart from the cover of US Magazine.

At 52 you know that you're not invincible but you act like it anyway because you're wife left and took the kids when she got sick and tired of you reacting really badly to her wild post menopausal mood swings.

At 64 you know you're not invincible because you can't remember any of the lyrics to "When I'm 64" from the Beatles, and you wander the parking lot at Wal-Mart because you've forgotten where you parked your car.

At 70 you wonder where it all went and invincibility begins to enter your mind but this time it's in the form of the afterlife so you start going back to church and asking God to give you everlasting life because you know that this one's in the can.

At 81 Invincibility is a moot point because just getting from your apartment to the dining hall is a major accomplishment, and you don't care if those whippersnapper 68 year old's to turn the volume all the way up on that ridiculous Jerry Springer because you can't hear it anyway.

Just remember...I am the Sax Player...