The convenient Southern Baptist typecast is the toothless, crick-holler preacher yellin’ Jaysus! and cursin’ demon rum beside the flattened moon-shine still. As usual, the truth is far more fascinating.
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June 22, 2010
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So there are two ants on an ant hill, see, and both ants feel the ground tremble and boom. They notice this gargantuan creature – this sky-high behemoth – walking toward them. One ant says to the other ant: “Human: better run.” The other ant replies: “No worries. Humans would never hurt us because I’ve constructed a psychological/sociological grid – a theoretical model, if you will – of a human being.