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actually, boy scouts provides a unique settigns for gay boys to sleep togethor in tents and do dirty dirty things...

actually, boy scouts provides a unique settigns for gay boys to sleep togethor in tents and do dirty dirty things...

I thought it was because God was sick of the Boy Scouts of America's ridiculous ban on gays in their ranks. Same with all the rest of the natural disasters striking the god-fearing folks of late. Trying to tell them in words they'll understand how much he hates their hypocrisy and hating of their fellow humans.
But perhaps I just don't understand the mind of god... and he does always seem to miss the intended victims of his wrath and kill everyone else around them. Bad aim indeed.

Fuck you, making jokes about the Scout deaths and injuries. Seriously, fuck you.

No no, fuck you, FUCK YOU for pissing about and not even understanding - well, anything.

But the boy scout camp is much closer to Omaha or Sioux City than Des Moines.

Omaha's pride event isn't until June 20th, and I think Sioux City's isn't until July.

Perhaps Hagee will think it's as retrobution for having given Barack Obama his first primary victory, which pretty much upset the applecart for Republicans who thought they would be running against Clinton. Perhaps the flood is payback, Operation Chaos style.

That reminds me of a joke:

A businessman and a minister were golfing one day when the weather started to turn cloudy. A breeze came up as the businessman prepared to take his shot; when he swung, the ball hooked and went off into the rough.

"Goddamn fucking wind!" he shouted.

"You should be careful not to take the Lord's name in vain," cautioned the minister. "He punishes those who curse Him." As if to emphasize his words, the clouds above the two golfers darkened rapidly.

"Fuck God," said the businessman. "Not even he could finish this hole under par."

Just then, the skies parted and a brilliant bolt of lightning struck the minister, killing him instantly. The businessman was thrown on his back by the terrible thunderclap. As he struggled to get up, his ears ringing, there came a voice from the coulds:

"DAMMIT. ALWAYS THE MOTHERFUCKING SLICE," it said.