Mile-High Hypocrisy
by Scott Hardie on December 3, 2006
The homeowners' association in a Denver suburb is furious that one of its residents has dared to put up a Christmas wreath in the shape of the peace symbol. (link) Yeah. Keep reading till the end.
Four Replies to Mile-High Hypocrisy
Kris Weberg | December 7, 2006
Well, I actually do suspect that she's making an anti-war statement, myself. The peace symbol originates with early antinuclear protests, and it's literally never existed outside of an American political context.
That said, it's not as if you can find Jesus saying a bad word for peace in most of the New Testament. Quite the contrary, if one reads the Sermon on the Mount.
Aaron Shurtleff | December 8, 2006
It's definately satanic. I can't believe I never realized the connection between peace sign wreaths and hard-core satanism! You satan-lovin' hippies are gonna BURN!!!
Amy Austin | December 31, 2006
DAMN IT, MAN... this is the third "page not found" I've read because I am behind on blogs!!!
Aaron, I think you need to check in with Dr. Coo-Coo...
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