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I was a strange child.

I remember one ordinary Sunday at church when I was about 9 years old listening to the story of the first Christmas. I had heard it many times before, but this time a new question came to mind.

I raised my hand, and the good Father smiled at me and motioned for me to come up to the pulpit. He was always eager to make sure the children understood.

He picked me up and put the microphone to my mouth, and I asked him why God was so mean to Mary.

He looked perplexed, so I took the microphone from him and elaborated on my question.

"Well," I began to rationalize, "God just sent an angel to Mary to tell her 'Hey! Unto you a child is born. Like it or not'. He didn't even ask her first. It sounds to me like God raped Mary."

They didn't let me in the Christmas Pageant that year.

I have an opinion on everything. I just can't seem to find time to type it out, but I'm working on it.

I'll be back soon, though. And thanks to the miracle of the first amendment and the technological wonders of the twenty-first century, I've got a more powerful microphone and a taller pulpit than I could have ever dreamed of...

I've got plenty of topics to come, but in the mean time check out my thoughts on gay marriage.