And no bean stalker, Jack. We're talking one genuine inbox-clogging, whatever-happened-to-our-relationship-that-never-was, drive-by-your-house-calling-from-cell-phone, pouting-cause-you-don't-gave-a-damn, how-come-you-can't-open-up-to-me case. The whole entire creep show.

Now, theory is, most such cases sooner or later revert to Human Being Mode. If so, no particular harm done. If not, course there's always the sheriff. And I'm guessing Sherrif'd probably give a damn...

Ann Coulter and Pat Robertson call certain other people godless. Well, we'd best have a look at that.

Now, by any accepted definition of the Big Guy, if He exists for anyone, He exists for everyone. So if there's even just one person for whom He doesn't exist (i.e., if anyone is godless), He must not exist for anyone— that's just the contrapositive and it's airtight.

Meaning: when Ann and Pat call anyone godless, they are insisting to you that there is no God.

And thus Ann Coulter's book title "Godless" screams "God Doesn't Exist" in bold letters.

Soldiers fraternizing with fellow soldiers is this new situation...if we ignore the last 2500 years.

Even so, something still doesn't feel right about the US' current military affair. When in desperate need of Arabic translators, why would you then dump any for mere gayhood? Consider a little perspective—hell, if the enemy's own century's-old policy is to chop off gayboys' heads and they'll still agree to talk Arabic to them, who are we to get twisted over it?

In the end, whatever the merit of their being over there in the first place, these men and women all risk getting their asses seriously shot off for us, so is the ass shape they prefer off-hours really worth getting all hot and sweaty over?