One Sunday morning, the reverend noticed little Alex standing in the
foyer of the church staring up at a large plaque. It was covered
with names with small American flags mounted on either side of it.
The seven year old had been staring at the plaque for some time, so
the reverend walked up, stood beside the little boy, and said quietly,
"Good morning Alex."
"Good morning Reverend," he replied , still focused on the plaque.
"Reverend, what is this?" he asked.
The Reverend said, "Well, son, it's a memorial to all the young men and
women who died in the service."
Soberly, they just stood together, staring at the large plaque.
Finally, little Alex's voice, barely audible and trembling
with fear, asked, "Which service, the 9:30 or the 11:00?"
The Audacity of Bull Crap.
"Typical: Gun-loving, bitter bible-thumping white person" Barack Obama.
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