A history/geography lesson from hurricane-divertin' Man Of God Pat Robertson:
Robertson and others like him are, to many, the personification of modern Christianity. Yeah, I know, it's not right for us to judge the actions of an entire group based on the lunatic ramblings ("True story!") of a doddering old child porn afficionado ($5 says that it'll come out; we'll be watching the news one night and see video of the Feds carrying loads and loads of unmarked brown bags and boxes out of his Devil-proof fortress. Look at the guy. He's like a villain from an Alice Sebold novel.) "He doesn't speak for REAL Christians." But that's a pretty nice studio he's holed up in. And I'm sure his co-anchor/Depends Changer is pulling in 6 figures. So SOMEBODY is watching him and giving him money.
Whispers of one hundred thousand dead. And in the twisted fantasyland where this man and many, many others dwell, the call goes forth: the dead brought it on themselves. Meanwhile, the silent majority watches and remains silent.
(You probably already know this, but the Red Cross is doing God's work in Haiti. Go here and give 'em some money.)
