This post is two days late, especially since Bobby Jindal is getting his ass thoroughly whupped (by conservatives as well as liberals) for his "animatronic" rebuttal to Obama's speech.
But, for the future, whenever anyone murmurs about Jindal for president, let's remember his bizarre 1994 story, in the New Oxford Review, about watching a college exorcism.
From the original post last year:
Highlights include: His sexual tension with the possessed woman (“we had been very careful to avoid any form of physical contact in our friendship”), her freaking out (“Over and over, she repeated “Jesus is L..L..LL,” often ending in profanities”), and theories as to how she came to be possessed in the first place (“Susan’s roommate, the daughter of a Hmong faith healer, had decorated the room with supposedly pagan influences… Susan, who had experienced visions and other related phenomena as a child, thought her intense flirting with guys and straying away from God had led to this punishment”).
Shout at the devil, Bobby Jindal.
I have always been a closed and relatively unemotional person and needed to know that my best friend felt that I at least could love her, due to some very strong remarks made two years before by my former girl_friend (hardly an objective source), I was beginning to doubt that I had the capacity for feeling.
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