Nichole Neroulias writes about the church.
The three dozen members who attend regularly said they felt relieved that, while Mr. de Leeuw’s goal of 600 families is currently far beyond their reach, St. Bart’s no longer feels like a sinking ship.
“I was the biggest skeptic about the pews; I thought it was like moving the deck chairs on the Titanic,” Mr. Burmeister said. “But it has changed the dynamic.”
Radley Balko writes what Phelps should have said.
Tell you what. I’ll make you a deal. I’ll apologize for smoking pot when every politician who ever did drugs and then voted to uphold or strengthen the drug laws marches his ass off to the nearest federal prison to serve out the sentence he wants to impose on everyone else for committing the same crimes he committed. I’ll apologize when the sons, daughters, and nephews of powerful politicians who get caught possessing or dealing drugs in the frat house or prep school get the same treatment as the no-name, probably black kid caught on the corner or the front stoop doing the same thing.
The Divine Latitude