A recent post, over at mrs.shez-all-that's website, she and the submissive-sorority were going all ga-ga about

Connie.  Well, word is, Connie had passed away.  Hhmm, like Anthony's wife's mom - who died a tired old woman at 44?  Anyway, they're all over there praisey-maiseying Connie, for having put up with peewee - who would come and go, leave her with yet another baby, while he would go off, get in trouble with the law, and go to jail for a stretch.

A real preacher, and guess what, there ARE, Praise The Lord, a few of them around.  These few real preachers (who happen to preach the Word from the King James Bible - and no other :) wouldn't chide Connie for one second, had she left that Jack-leg, five-five-some babies ago.

And babies, that's another thing.  

Those kids are probably traumatized.  You don't tend to get over spending most your childhood hungry and wearing shorts to school in November - because you don't have any warm clothing.  And then there's the b*tards at school, whose parents must have forgotten to teach their kid's common decency toward their classmates.  Kids need security, stability; if kids don't get that from their parents, or parent, they're prone to become druggies, hookers  or hoarders when they become adults. 

Oh, but ya won't hear one peep about those kids.  Oh, wait a sec, maybe the one who became a missionary.  It's as if the other four or five had only existed as babies, but not people.  Real people, with real struggles aren't much use to pharisees. 

Speaking of pharisees, ever notice when that poor widow gave her last two mites (Jesus said, that was all she had) not one of the pharisees had the compassion to atleast buy her a sandwich.