I'd like to recognize April Fool's Day here at Inky Mountain because, well, you've just gotta love a day that sanctions acting like an asshole, right? But unfortunately it's Sunday morning, and by this time of the weekend my supply of wit has usually dwindled. Today is no exception - but not because I was out late kicking up my heels. No, last night I turned in fairly early after having watched the documentary Jesus Camp, and the reason I can't think of a good April Fool's Day joke to play on my loyal reader is that I've realized nothing is funny anymore. Really, if you haven't seen the film I hate to be the one to tell you, but if some of these people have their way, very soon little Christian soldiers are going to be fighting little Muslim soldiers in the streets while all the adults dance and writhe on the sidewalks screaming "martyr!" Oh, and P.S., you're going to hell.
So, as much as I hate to do it, I'll have to leave all the tomfoolery to people who didn't recently have their senses of humor ripped away by scenes of 8-year-olds crying hysterically and screaming about the devil.
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