Ted Haggard

Ted Haggard had a bad day yesterday. His self-loathing, his hatred of his body and its desires, desires he has stifled and twisted, caught up with him--publicly, and shamed, he resigned his position as President of the National Association of Evangelicals.

But, yesterday, I also had a bad day. I spent much of yesterday crying, sick to my stomach, unable to catch my breath, and contemplating the various implements within my own house that could be used to effect my own demise.

Jesus commanded that we should love all people as we love ourselves. But perhaps Ted Haggard and many, many of his compatriots do not love themselves; therefore, they cannot love others.

I get that kind of pain.

If he is, I feel sorry for the men that slept with him. Whether he is or isn't, I still think he is a despicable person. If you haven't seen Jesus Camp, by all means, treat yourself to a movie this weekend. Ted makes an extra cocky special appearance in between his weekly meetings with our President to tell us how he is administering to our nation's youth. He left out the part about the glory hole, though.

Hey... "glory hole" does sound kind of soul savin', as in: "Lord have mercy...I'm goin' to be sucked I mean saved at the glory hole!" It would be nice if everyone bought chicken, biscuits, greens, and various Jell-O marshmellow delights to share after they had "repented". It's hard work!

The story is just breaking, so you still have time to put on your Sunday best for the Republican Sermon on the Who Mounted Who.