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the "Christian" nation

America wasn’t founded on Christian principles but was instead founded on French Revolution Age of Enlightenment thinking which sought to escape the tyranny of European kings who had themselves embedded with the clergy in seeking to control their respective societies. How ironic then that the Republican party keeps saying that the United States is a Christian nation which is patently false and is a concept with a history that only dates to the mid 1950’s.

Much of the US population is woefully undereducated and blindly accepts current Republican thinking which has been the result of a type of fringe alternative Christianity fused with bigotry to create an alternate reality. The founding fathers would probably roll over in their graves if they witnessed what had happened to their nation after their death. All their hard work resulted in America reversing roles with a Europe that ultimately ended up rejecting the marriage of church and state.

I find that supremely ironic and the malevolent idiots currently helping to pilot the Trump administration like the bland faced evangelical Mike Pence help paint the United States as a backward thinking nation to the rest of the world. Their recent mistreatment of LGBT people is an obvious case in point. History will not ultimately be on their side mind you but this fallacy about being a Christian nation must be abolished with politics and religion absolutely not needing to mix; especially when the religion has been warped and bastardized to suit the bigot.

To quote the words of Jesus in the Bible: “Render unto Caesar the things which are Caesar's, and unto God the things that are God’s"

The FBI now has in their possession Michael Cohen's cell phones with 20 years worth of correspondence between him and Trump. It is just a matter of time and, after that incoherent and rambling call to FOX and Friends, you can see the wheels are falling off the wagon.


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"I can't wait to get home and take off my bra you know what I mean ladies?"

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