The contents informed me, carefully and in graphic detail, of the perils of electing Sen. Obama, and my dereliction as a pastor if I did not warm my flock. They even included DVD's to show the congregation, as well as sermon notes to help me preach "with boldness and clarity, before it's too late." They promise in their next mailing to deal with "The Free Exercise of Islamic Violence."
I put it down and washed my hands. Twice.
Then I turned to the next item in today's mail: a postcard praising a local candidate, a veterinarian, for state rep in our district. Said rousing endorsement came from the governor's dog. Complete with the "Official Paw Print of Approval."
This election season really is in an alternate universe, isn't it? Lord, have mercy.