According to a new blog rating system, this blog is PG.

We get the PG rating, primarily because we use the words "ass" and "hurt".

Of course, if the system could detect bitterness, then we'd probably get that coveted "R" rating.

(I know… I know… it's slow around here. I'll try to pick up the pace after America's Birthday.)

My second favorite baseball team, the Washington Nationals, is holding a Faith Night this August in which Christians will be encouraged to attend the game.

When the Nationals take on the St. Louis Cardinals on Aug. 5, fans who pay an extra $10 will be able to stay after the game and visit booths from Christian colleges and shops, meet characters from the "Veggie Tales" Christian video series and hear a concert by the band MercyMe.

And, as always, the real reason for inviting Christians to the ballpark is to get their money.

"If somebody comes to a team owner and says, 'We can drive an additional five [thousand] to 15,000 people to you, and you have no cost and no risk,' that's a no-brainer for a club owner," says Brent High, president of Third Coast Sports, which will run Faith Nights at 10 major league stadiums this season.

Faith Night is causing the DC folk a bit of consternation, because the evening doesn't include all Faiths, only Evangelical Christians.

However, in my opinion, this is really just a cruel joke on Christians. The Nats are horrible. The ballpark, RFK Stadium, is decrepit. And the weather in August is brutal. They can call the night whatever they want, but a Nationals game at RFK in August is really Hell Night, not Faith Night. Ask anyone who's made the mistake of sitting through that cess pool.

Consider this an open thread to discuss any topic you like.

For those of you wondering about your favorite bitter blogger, I came across this recent entry from JP's family blog:

It’s been a good week of growth for Aiden’s little apple. There has been plenty of sunshine mixed with lots of rain (life in the Northwest is beautiful). Lets check in and see how our little fruit is doing:

[Insert picture of green apple] 

What!?! He's chronicling the growth of an apple!

This is ridiculous. Maybe some of you could leave a comment on his blog and politely ask him to get his ass back here!

Since I am going to spend the next 24 hours devoted to discussing the merits of Greg Oden versus Kevin Durant, and looking out for the Sam Bowie of 2007, I won't be blogging about church today.

But if there are any other Blazer fans out there, feel free to share your thoughts on this momentous day.

I'm giddy.

It has come to our attention that several long serving members of City Bible have recently been fired or re-appointed by the Holy Spirit or whatever it is they call it.

Anyway, in light of these recent firings, I'm reminded of an old poem about the Holocaust. I've modified it a bit for our purposes. 

First they came…

First they came for the Mortons, but I wasn't a Morton, so I didn't speak up.

Then they came for the non-tithers, but I tithed, so I said nothing.

Then they came for the PBC professors, but I wasn't a PBC professor, so I said nothing.

Then they came for me, and only person left was Marc Estes, and I knew I was screwed.

I don't have very high standards and I hate moderating the comments on this blog, but I just deleted all of Scheindt1's comments and categorized his future comments as spam.

I know some people loved arguing with him, and if the community here thinks I did the wrong thing, then I'll let him back on. But to me, he was hijacking every thread with annoying, harrassing comments, and I couldn't take it anymore.

I don't mind the occassional troll here and there, but I was beginning to think this guy was ruining every single discussion.

What do you all think? Good idea or bad?

It is well established in society, that you can make fun of any group, as long as you are a part of that group. Thus Jews can make Jewish jokes. Blacks can make black jokes. Retards can make… well, you get the point.

I don't really fit in any of these groups, as I am practically as white as an albino. And I have about as much ethnicity as Don Imus. (Idiot)  However, I was homeschooled. And as such, I feel the homeschooled community permits me to make fun of other homeschoolers. Or at the very least post columns from other people making fun of homeschoolers.

In a recent column from the Sports Gal, she recaps The Bachelor: An Officer and a Gentleman. In it she discusses some of the dates The Bachelor went on and subsequently makes this jab at homeschoolers. (or more specifically her husband makes the jab, but whatever…)

This date went pretty well and even ended with some smooching and another rose, which means we'll get to see more of BBBD in future episodes. Also, you're not going to believe this, but the girls back at the house were being catty and tearing BBBD to shreds. You knew that was coming. I did like one girl, the brunette who looked like a skinny Monica Lewinsky and admitted that she was home-schooled and saving herself for marriage. That's when Bill screamed out, "Surprise, surprise … a home-schooled virgin, those two things never go hand in hand!" It's really pathetic that these moments delight him so much.

Ahhhh… to quote Homer Simpson, "It's funny because it's true."

From my experience, homeschooling is probably the best birth control out there. Way better than any ridiculous Abstinence Pledge.  

Just a reminder, there's only a couple more hours to fill out your bracket…   …consider this a March Madness open thread!

It's the most wonderful time of the year…

For those of you looking to fill out a March Madness bracket and join a group, here are two groups that I have joined.

The ESPN Bracket, which my college friends and I have been doing for the last 10 years.

(and)

Couv Operator's Yahoo Bracket - where Chris is buying the first round.

Both of these groups are just for fun, no money involved. 

But you can make fun of people's bracket picks, and as we all know on this blog:

Sometimes making fun of people is even better than money.

Colorado Springs has an annual Purity Ball, where father's take their daughters to a ball and proclaim that together they will lead a life of purity.

One of the most memorable highlights of the ball is when the fathers stand in the middle of the ballroom and form a circle around their daughters standing all aglow in their lovely ball gowns. The fathers place their hands on their daughters, and together we pray for purity of mind, body, and soul for generations to come.

Fundamentalists never cease to entertain me.

Update: I probably should have written how I feel about this. Here's the deal, having a father and daughter dress up, go out on a date to a Ball, dance together and discuss sexual issues is WEIRD! And more than a little creepy. Incest is real thing in this world, and frankly, I feel this type of Purity Ball promotes father/daughter sex.

There. Now. I hope people aren't offended anymore.