BREAKFAST DURING ZAPPADAN is special at our home, because we have these. “These” are fantasy muffins; muffins made from pure imagination. Imaginary muffins, each adorned with a lovely, tiny green rosetta— a small, seemingly insignificant detail, which, I tell you truly, make the muffin better.
Perhaps no other single family contributed more to the work of the mission of Jesus than that of Zebedee. The Zebedee brothers, James and John followed two other brothers, Andrew and Peter, into the apostolic core, and David Zebedee was indispensable as the organizer and manager of a messenger service for the Master’s work. Here then is The Urantia Book’s account of the apostle James Zebedee.
THE LOVE OF MUSIC can make for strange bedfellows now and then, and this Saturday afternoon saw more than a dozen congressional Republicans convened at the exclusive Beltway Courtyard Inn to celebrate “Zappadan ’09,” a little known annual musical holiday homage to the late Frank Zappa.
We begin our celebration of ZAPADAN ’09 with a look back at ZAPPADAN ’08, our first foray into the dark underbelly of the emerging world-wide Zappanese culture.
MANKIND HAS ALWAYS wished for a “sign” from the Gods, an augury of such indisputable, authoritative power as to sweep any and all doubts and misgivings aside. And man didn’t hesitate to ask when the opportunity arose to ask God straight out.
If you’re like me, a few weeks ago you had never heard of Louie Buller Gohmert. Probably the only “gohmerty” thing in your cerebrum was a moldy, dessicated old synaptic turdlet of fucktard extraordinaire, Gomer Pyle, the 1960s cultural antidepressant in the form of a sitcom featuring Jim Neighbors as a boot-brained marine recruit.
Does anyone in this country know where the line is between free speech and incitement to murder? If you missed Frank Schaeffer on Rachel Maddow Tuesday night, watch the video. Do we just let all the religious maniacs Schaeffer is talking about work themselves into a self-righteous frenzy until one or more of them decide they’ll do the Lord’s dirty …
