For everyone who scoffed at my predictions for Election 2008 in KD(I), I'd like to draw your attention back to my refrain repeated ad nauseum not long after Thanksgiving and through the closing curtain for Belicheating Boston's Patriots righteous loss to the New York Giants in Super Bowl XLII: "Eli's Coming!"
Parenthetically, chip-off-the-old-block Hank Steinbrenner got it right while scorning that absurd notion of some kind of "Red Sox Nation" in Uncle Sam's neighborhood: "What a bunch of _____ that is. That was a creation of the Red Sox and ESPN, which is filled with Red Sox fans...Go anywhere in America, and you won't see Red Sox hats and jackets; you'll see Yankee hats and jackets. This is a Yankee country. We're going to put the Yankees back on top and restore the universe to order."
C'mon, America! The Yankees are a metaphor for the good old USA - free enterprise, excellence, and, uh, buying the best.
If you hate the Yankees, you must be one of those communists, socialists, or something else un-American.
Here's another parenthesis.
If you come into my study, you'll find all kinds of Yankee memorabilia. I've even got a personalized ball signed by Jim "Catfish" Hunter who started the whole free-agency-capitalism-at-its-finest thing.
Sure, being in Chicagoland, I've got some Cubs, Bears, and White Sox stuff - a kind of freewill offering to congregants.
But if I got up in the pulpit and pretended to be anything other than a Yankees, Giants, Knicks, Nets, Rangers, Islanders, Broadway, or Rudy fan akin to some mainline clergy who have abandoned Jesus in their practical lives and ministries yet still punctuate an occasional prayer with His name like saying they'll have fries with their Whopper, folks wouldn't trust whatever I said.
It's like when I was studying in Germany in the 70s. Wolfgang Lowe, a Marxist teaching something remotely related to Christianity, put it this way when I tried to suck up to him to get good grades by quoting Karl in a paper, "Listen, Mr. Kopp. I know you're going to be a pastor or seminary professor. I know you're a Christian; so why don't you stop talking like a Marxist and start talking like a Christian? If you don't stop talking like a Marxist and starting talking like a Christian, I won't be able to trust anything that you're saying."
Hello, mainline denominations in America!
Which brings me to HRC and her would-be predecessor and purported roomie WJC.
Anyone growing up in the 60s knew WJC has integrity issues as soon as he said, "Yeah, I smoked but didn't inhale."
And when HRC took a Yankee hat out of her carpetbag to take a bite out of the Big Apple's balloting in her first unfortunately successful Senate campaign by claiming to be a fan after growing up in Chicago where all Cubs and a few White Sox fans are as rabid as those of us dressed in pinstripes, you began to understand the compatibility quotient in her new age marriage to WJC.
Sure to horrify my friends on the left and right, this is my way of saying I won't lose too much sleep if JM or BHO win in November; for while I disagree with 'em on many issues, I trust they believe what they say they believe and will behave accordingly. I have no problems with anyone who disagrees with me on anything; but I don't trust people who agree with the last person they've talked to (or ended sentences with prepositions). Or as I tell congregants and colleagues, we can disagree on everything and everyone but Jesus in His Church. For fundamentalists from the left or right who disdain that last sentence, please try to remember there's only one qualification for getting in in the end; and that's why we call Him our, uh, Savior (go to your favorite Bible right now and underline Acts 4:12; 16:30-31).
Whenever I listen to HRC flip-flop around and attack the veracity of JM or BHO, I scream in the privacy of my mind, "Liar, liar, pants on fire!"
Blessings and Love!