Go with God. Far, far, away. Please. Go.

Ok, so in Mac Wellman's play 7 Blowjobs, a set of dirty pictures sets to bring down Senator Bob's hyper-Christo-momo-fascist career. When I directed the play in...oh hell, freakin 1997 or 1998 or something like that, it was pretty relevant. I can't remember now if we knew then about miss Monica, but in the lewd and luscious '90s, it didn't really matter. With Newt and the Contract ON America sweeping the nation, blowjobs were big business across the board.

Kind of like the late 1800s.

Kind of like Christianity is now.

I've wanted to re-stage the play every year since then, both to try it again now that I'm more politically active, and also for fear that it would become too dated to be relevant.

Silly me.

Bob Jones University figured prominently into the play, with Senator Bob's right hand bigot being a proud alum. Now that W. has his barely-more-than-50%-and-probably-stolen-anyway mandate, BJU is having a banner year. Check this shit out.

I read somewhere the other day....I'm pretty sure it was Slate but it might have been Hustler, that the Christian Right/Radical Right is trying to retitle itself "evangelical Christians." In hopes this makeover will make them sound more like the middle of the road-dwellers they're claiming to be.

Please don't let it happen. Don't let them get away with it. Call them what they are. If you're polite (whatever), call them the Chirstian Right. Personally, I like to call them Christo-fascists. Especially when the 4-square church down the street is letting out on Wednesday nights and I'm in the parking lot, peeing on their bushes.