GARY WALKER
As I grid my loins in breathless anticipation of the National Day of Prayer (May 6), I have to wonder why so many Americans can’t handle freedom. NPD began in 1952, jumpstarted by crusader, Billy Graham. This was during McCarthyism when one of the gods slithered its way into the pledge, and onto the dollar bill, and bumped our national motto, E Pluribus Unum (an all inconclusive motto). Americans were whipped into a frightful frenzy over godless communism and so they decided to hack away at our own Constitution. Sound familiar?
In 1988 the congress declared the NPD to fall on the first Thursday in May and that the president must make the proclamation. Why do these people, who hate American freedom, need the big government telling them when to pray? Why do they relentlessly whine and whimper for the arm of the state to grant them special rights? Is their faith so vain, and so frail that it needs the crutch of government to support it?
Fortunately, on April 15, the NPD was declared unconstitutional by judge Barbara Crabb, thanks to the efforts of the intrepid Freedom From Religion Foundation. “Isis, Isis, RA, Ra, Ra!”
There are about 30 million Americans who are not “religulous.” We, along with the Constitution, will be dissed by the president and all the other pious hypocrites (who pray to be seen by men—Mt. 6:5). Shepherds are for sheep.