MOVE 2008: Obama wants us to see the light

The latest post to our frolic-filled series on God and politics brings us – ironically – one step closer to the Rapture. You see, according to many in the media and NOW JOHN MCCAIN, Barack Obama is the Anti-Christ!

No seriously. All the signs are there. Just check out the video and we’ll discuss. G’head. I’ll wait.

Now then. Don’t you feel edified and deceived all at once? I’m perplexed with the kerfuffle in this ad. It’s polarizing to say the very least.

On one hand, I am completely offended, Johnny Boy. There is a cornucopia of issues to discuss (you remember what those are). From economy to energy, saving lives to hot wives (well, only John could discuss that one), you can do an ad for anything. Instead, you poke a stick in the beehive of Christianity and do it in the name of making a hollow point! What are you thinking? Is this your [COUGH] “honorable campaign”?

If I’m on your side, I see the point and with my tongue firmly planted in cheek, I would grin… maybe even chuckle. If I am on Obama’s side, I would sit by my PC and laugh all the way to the polls… stridently opposed to voting for you.

But I’m not. Suffice to say, I’m on God’s side and this ad blows.

Barack Obama is as close to being the Antichrist as HiScrivener is to becoming the president (however, if someone is interesting in campaigning on that ticket, holla’ at your boy!)

Come November, I’m not going to the polls searching for the next Messiah. And the only ‘healing’ either of you guys will give the Body of Christ is that to our gas tanks when you remove the red tape from yet another ’10-year plan’.

Is this how far political hackery and presidential hopeful mudslinging has come? Mocking Christianity at the attempt of a few jeers and tweak even more fears?!

Just because this cat flies to Berlin “faking it until he makes it” on a foreign policy tour, while shedding a minutes in his schedule for the laughable pharisaism at the Wailing Wall, doesn’t make him Satan’s avenging angel. He’s some dude on the prowl for a photo-op like a Cougar at a teen night club!

Nevermind everyone in the world seemingly has picked up on his “hair of wool and feet of brass.” You should consult your Bible for any questions about any deity running for office, not the cover of Time magazine. And as for “seeing the light”? The only shine that will stare me in the face is that of a lit polling booth when I see both of your sorry names and feel convicted if I don’t pick one.

But hey, the ballyhoo sure is entertaining. As the Church focuses on the ISSUES, God bless us all, indeed.

Quentin Jackson’s latest ‘rampage’ may have taken a life

Full disclosure here: HiScrivener is a PPV-watchin’, TUF-recordin’, Jesus-didn’t-tappin’ MMA fanatic.

Oh look! It's Chuck Liddell's truck. Isn't it?

So, when I see this tragic story about former light heavyweight champ Quentin “Rampage” Jackson, I get a little distressed.

You see, here’s Rampage. He just lost the belt in a wonderful fight (and yes, Jesus Freaks can enjoy and participate in MMA. Don’t get me started… yet), so you would expect him to be a little downtrodden.

One lovely SoCal night, CHiPs get a report that a pickup fled the scene of an accident. So here comes Ponch and Baker trolling down the 55 near Costa Mesa searching for a peculiar pick-em up truck.

Then they notice THIS FRIGGIN’ RIDICULOUS THING IN THE PICTURE!

Yeah, Rampage fled an accident driving a dang billboard screaming down the highway, “Hi, I am an MMA fighter and this is my Glamour Shot!” Is one of the best strikers in the business really Forrest Gump? I mean if this isn’t the epitome of “Stupid is as stupid does,” I quit my day job!

Anywhoo, he gives chase when he sees the cops, heads into one-way traffic, hits another car and then stopped. Seriously? It lasted awhile but then Quentin figured, “Where would I ditch it without them knowing it’s my truck?” So, he stopped, got taken to the pokey and was ostensibly released on $25K bail (that’s it?) And you ask…

Well, the lady he hit was 16 weeks pregnant and she miscarried. Here’s the story, thanks to the Newport Beach Daily Pilot. Not good.

Holli Griggs, 38, was driving her 2007 Cadillac Escalade in the left lane on the southbound 55 Freeway just south of Bay Street on July 15 when Jackson’s gray-and-green pick-up truck sideswiped her as he drove along the median lane at about 45 mph, California Highway Patrol officials said. Prosecutors have yet to file charges against Jackson, a former light heavyweight champion for the Ultimate Fighting Championship who remains free on $25,000 bail. Prosecutors would not comment on any potential charges due to Griggs’ miscarriage.

So, why is this on the Wall? How is this a note for the Church? Note this separate (and related) story about his trainer’s [Juanito Ibarra] angst and this conflicting with his faith. Both he and Quentin are faithful Christians. (Note: Christians are nowhere near perfect. Just trying to worship a perfect God, so read without prejudice).

“I’m devastated by what he’s been through and some of the things I’ve heard,” said Ibarra. “I’ve not sat down with Quinton to this day to discuss things. I pray for his well-being, and if I helped Quinton out a little bit with his growth in the sport, then I’ve been very blessed and honored to do that. I love this kid with all my heart, and I wish him nothing but the best.”

In conclusion, a MEMO is needed to Quentin, his road rage and evident lead foot: What the eff, brother?

Yes, you got scared. Yes, you were thinking, “I’m famous. I hit her. She will sue me like mad.” Yes, you didn’t want to give UFC the bloody nose Forrest Griffin gave you. But, dude! You have to stop… look at that truck!

Aside from that, you are a child of God. WWJD? Hello? McFly? Render aid. Ensure her safety. Do what my lil’ Wall Watcher says, “It was for accident.” And then smile really big. When you take on the title of “Christian,” the world is watching and the enemy is plotting. If this was a test, you didn’t pass. Pray Quentin. Pray like you train – hard and often.

And before you ask, no we aren’t saying, “Baby killer!” If anything caused that lady to miscarry, it was stress. Albeit, stress you caused, but all of this could have been avoided – the accident, the issues with her, the arrest, the innuendo, the embarrassment – if you just thought about the one sticker that remarkably isn’t on that gaudy truck of yours, Quentin, “WWJD?”

UFC has no comment, nor should they when you read what Griggs’ fiance said, “No amount of money will bring back my son.” Yeah, they knew. And now, so does the whole world.