Asses of Evil

By Capt. Fogg

They understand I'm not like no politician they have looked at, ever.

I'm not so sure, but I am sure that if Neal Horsley were running as a Democrat, the blowhards would be in ecstasy and the blogs would be brimming over with hilarity enough to last for years and years of giggling.

Horsley, after all, admits to having had sex with a mule:

You experiment with anything that moves when you are growing up sexually,

says the Georgia Creator's Rights Party gubernatorial candidate. That's the TCRP, or T-Crap for short. Of course, Neal is all grown up now, and that's why his family hates him and he's almost killed his son and he publishes the names of doctors who perform abortions and crosses them off as they are murdered and is willing to start another civil war so that Georgia can secede and overturn Roe v. Wade even if it costs the life of his child -- or yours.

Is this what's left at the bottom of the barrel the GOP has drunk from all these years, or is this just a Georgia thang?

I contend this is really about people's ability to believe in God. When it comes to that place, when you're talking about God's plan to protect himself, then the lives of people become, really, almost irrelevant... in the degree that they result in Him being glorified. That's the nature of the truth,

says the very Christian Horsley. That's the nature of a scared, vulnerable and weak God who needs to protect himself no matter who gets killed in the process. Glory is important, people are irrelevant, and if you don't believe in Horsley's God, then you're irrelevant.

I suspect Neal isn't the sole bat in the Religious Right's belfry. I suspect Sarah Palin is just as bonkers but more reluctant to open her personal can of batshit gumbo to a public viewing.

To be sure, Horsely is a long-shot candidate even in the Bible Belt, but with careful handling and sufficient rabble-rousing, there is no reason he can't go far. Just how far he does go will be interesting to observe as a measure of the post-Obama fundamentalist world that continues to lower the bar in its desperate game of limbo.

(Cross-posted from Human Voices.)