Saturday, June 6, 2009

June 5, 2009

Kopp Disclosure
(John 3:19-21)



Rainmakers don't have to mount mules to change the weather.

It started raining as soon as the chrome pigeon landed in Allentown on my way to Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania which isn't far from Scranton which is not JB's home.

Though Belvidere and Boone County, Illinois is - Collective subject, dude/dudettes! - home 'til death do us part, which seems increasingly imminent with the increasing marginalization/criminalization of Biblical Christianity and anyone who thinks freedom isn't just another word for nothin' left to lose, I like to go back to "The Valley" every now and then to see my parents, hack around with dad, sigh at the old sites where ___ and I, uh, well, uh, and eat real pizza.

We got 18 in between drops with some old friends.

I sighed a bit; and then ate three large pizzas with a few dozen chasers (aka Pepcids) in two days to assuage the...



My dad asked about my cholesterol.

After I sided with my sister on something political, he said more than asked, "Is that so, fatso?"

My mom comforted: "No, Bobby, you're not fat; but I think you've added a little around..."

Yes, it felt like home.


Dang, I hope nobody missed the metaphor in the last word of the last section juxtaposed to the third paragraph of the second section.


If you're a pastor, you're not.



My mom, dad, and wife have something in common aside from being related to me.

They insist on sneaking decaf into my cup.

So I end up sneaking off to Dunkin' Donuts before my parents get up for 24 ounces of the real thing with a reduced fat blueberry muffin akin to being at, uh, home when I supplement the low-octane with three Stoks that I buy for my wife because she doesn't use 'em and I'll need 'em to drink what she's brewing pour moi without any wicked intentions.


Speaking of deceptions, I wish PBHO would stop trying to mollify Muslims by saying how cool they are when they aren't; though I really like how he saunters up to the podium.

Am I the only one who's gettin' tired of our #1 citizen trashing us around the globe?

I still like him.

Or maybe I'm just starting to get brainwashed by his daily press conferences, speeches, and appearances that make Jesse Jackson look like a hermit monk.

It's gettin' kinda Orwellian.

It won't be long before he'll be on the big screen at WalMart to greet us or talkin' about how he's gonna take care of our car warranties or...



Continuing with deceptions, I guess mass-murdering-late-term abortionist Tiller proves, as one of my favorite junior tackle football coaches likes to say, "What goes around comes around."

While Keith Ubermacht, Rachel Maddening, and other mainlining types are already recommending him for sainthood, it would be, uh, nice if somebody would show what he did for a living.

I feel badly for his family and friends; and the guy(s) who shot him is/are as guilty of murder as he was/is.

I'm not as selective about the 6th of the big 10 as so many righties and lefties.

Be that as it is, a subscriber from California wrote to me about it while I was eating pizza in Pennsylvania: "O.K., I was shocked. I thought shooting abortionists was behind us. Guess I was wrong. But I was more shocked to see he was shot in a church. Tiller, who was one of the less than handful who would shred pre-borns up to and beyond 21 weeks of gestation, was welcomed in that church...I wonder if baby rattles will be thrown into his coffin. I wonder if broken baby dolls will be thrown in front of his hearse as they drive away from the church. I wonder if someone will bring a CD player to his service with sounds of babies crying..."


Be that as it won't be because the mainlined MSM really digs/dug him, I remember the grandson of Holocaust victims saying this after being criticized for supporting an associate pastor of mine in KC who was spotted picketing an abortion mill: "I wish someone would have picketed as my grandparents were trained to the ovens of..."

Make no mistake about it.

The abortionist was/is no hero.

His murderer is no hero.

If you can't figure that out, it's because you're one of those folks who have rationalized too many exceptions to the 6th of the 10.


The following clip is a clue for the curious about Rainmakers.



Let it rain.


Blessings and Love!

If you don't go to,
you're won't see...


Dwight said...

Apparently you believe that Tiller got his due? What comes around goes around. That karma bit was cute but I'll remind myself not to take seriously a thing you say that has moral import again. Thanks

Dr. Robert R. Kopp said...

Dear Dwight,

Thanks for your comment.

Actually, what you inferred and what was intended were two different things.

I just wanna get folks to think.

Have you ever heard of the real defintion of assume?

Obviously, you did not, uh, integrate the context or you would have never assumed moi of being cute.

Gotta get the context, dude.

Better luck next time.

Blessings and Love!