So…if we perform heart transplants in the public square, will we hear the angels sing of the evils of atherosclerosis? Or the glory of Lipitor? Or, perhaps the joy of retaining an original-parts scalpel-wise-chaste heart in your horny chest? Confusing. I’m a little unclear on the ‘public gory-gut-spewing and surgical-blood-letting inspiring-the-blessed-angels-to-sing’ miraculous phenomenon.
I have a feeling the strange Lila Rose, here, would surprise us all and not then lobby for the sorts of public executions Fox would probably jizz over. That would be uncivil, I imagine, revenge being a deeply personal matter between you and the condemned.
…everybody now, watch, and sing a conception song: “HARK THE HERALD ANGELS SII-IINGGG….
…GLORY TOOO..THE NEWBORN KINNGGGG……”
…can we lighten the baritones?…k thx….