I Guess God isn't a Republican After All
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So. The Very Reverend James Dobson emailed his flock and asked them to pray for rain in Denver Thursday night. Lots and lots of it.
Okay, fine. Letâ€™s play by those rules then, Jimmy.
If ever there was a metaphor for the 2008 presidential contest, surely this was it.
I donâ€™t even know how to begin when it comes to people so messed up that they would do such a thing, and then think it might actually work. But I do know this: I was in Denver for two weeks prior to that night. The first few days I was there it rained. Then, it was hot â€“ uncomfortably so, actually, in that mile-high convection oven sort of way. And then, the day of the speech in the open-air Invesco Stadium, the weather was absolutely gorgeous. Like, I mean, drop-dead. One of those makes-you-glad-to-be-alive, beautiful, perfect days.
Meanwhile, Republicans are now considering whether to postpone their convention because a freakinâ€™ hurricane (as well as a hurricane of a reminder of the last time this happened) is bearing down on a bunch of very red states in the South, including those headed by GOP wunderkind Bobby Jindal and skanky machine-insider, Haley Barbour.
As I see it, there are only a limited number of explanations for all this: 1) There is no god. 2) There is, but sheâ€™s doesnâ€™t do windows, and she doesnâ€™t take custom weather requests either. Or, 3) Sheâ€™s as sick of the GOP this year as are the rest of us.