No doubt the greatest influence in shaping my adamant secular humanism and active disdain for all kinds of religious marketers, profiteers, crackpots and panhandlers was my own childhood force-feeding of the hellfire and damnation variety of holy-roller Pentecostal revivalism from age 10 to 13. I can still see Brother Jack frothing at the mouth as he spoke in tongues and hear the crash of pews as Sister Black is felled by the Power that leaves her quivering on the floor totally blanked out in a psychosexual seizure.
So it was with a gouge of recognition that I watched Sister Palin the other day offer her acceptance speech. She even has the big-bun-it's-sin-to-cut-your-hair-hairdo to go along with her Pentecostal bring-on-the-end times-commitment that will fit well with her total lack of foreign policy knowledge. And she is all for creationism in the public schools, except for the fact that there won't be any public schools for long if she and Gramps are elected.