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Who does God hate?

I found something today that I'd forgotten about until now, but it amused me enough to put it on here for today's post.

A few years back, when I was in the ninth grade, I had to write an opinion article about a controversial issue for my creative writing class. My teacher ended up sending it into the newspaper, and they published it within the next week. Here is the link: the amazingness. And here is a copy of what I wrote:

Letter: Hate not part of God's plan

"God hates faggots."

This slogan has spread through America during the past few years, spoken by people who claim to be Christian, spreading hatred toward homosexuals with Web sites, speeches, banners and that motto.

I am a Christian and I believe homosexuality is wrong, but there is no reason to hate someone simply because of a lifestyle with which you disagree.

God is a God of love and mercy, not hate.

John 3:16 does not say, "For God so loved the world - unless they are gay."

God loves the world, homosexual or not, and he would not want so-called Christians going around spreading hatred in his name.

If we really want to change a lifestyle we disagree with, and teach anyone what being Christian means, we need to express our views through love, or we will convert more people to atheism than Christianity.

Emily Whelchel

Now, my dad is a doctor, and he knows a lot of people, and so all day after this was published, random people kept coming up to him and saying things like, "Your daughter's article in the newspaper was a riot!" Now my dad had no clue I had even written this article, and so when he finally got his hands on a newspaper, upon reading the first sentence, he later told me that he had to set the paper down for a moment because he was so afraid that I had written something terrible about gay people.

I tend to say what I feel about certain issues, and so I'm sure that that was a legitimate fear in the back of my dad's mind. But anyways, when I saw this article for the first time in a couple of years, it brought back some amusing memories, and I hope this made you smile too.

I still agree with myself, by the way.

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My eyes are still burning...

Yesterday, some of my friends and I did not have the class period after lunch, so we went to a store called T.J. Maxx, which my friends said is a "knock off store"?  I think that means that this is a store that carries things that are less expensive than if they were a a name brand store.  Anyways, it was quite fun to explore this place.

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We found a doll that pees and poops, a figurine of a black Santa Claus (something that I had no idea existed and almost purchased), and some amazing old-fashioned hats.  I believe that we could have spent hours in this store and we would not have grown bored.

Towards the end of our exploration, we went to the book aisle, and I found something that shocked and appalled me.  It truly left me speechless. 

My friends were wandering to the picture frames when they returned to see me staring at this item with huge eyes.  I was almost catatonic. 

Maybe I should have poured bleach into my eyes.  Maybe I should have fled the store, screaming at the top of my lungs.  Now, all I can say is that I am traumatized for life... possibly even longer.

Are you curious now?  Are you already scrolling down to see what this horrible thing is?

Well, go ahead and look at your own risk.  I accept no liability for any side affects or PTSD that may occur from what you are about to see. 

Here we go.

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All I can ask is why? 

He had to try to destroy our ears when he was a contestant on American Idol.  Why burn out our eyes too?  Why do this to us?

Why draw out his fifteen minutes of infamy any longer than he has to?

Why this title?  "Dancing to the Music in My Head: Memories of the People's Idol."  He wasn't the people's idol.  He was the people's terror.  And "dancing to the music in my head" sounds almost schizophrenic. 

What on earth could he have endured in his life that is fascinating enough to write about in memoirs other than his frightening hair and murderous voice? 

No, I did not purchase this book.  I could not bring myself to endure the humiliation of having it in my book shelf.

My eyes are still burning.  Where is the bleach again?

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