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	<title>Comments on: Comments Inspired by Hitchins&#8217; &#8220;God is Not Great&#8221;</title>
	<link>http://spokompton.net/2007/09/30/a-brief-review-of-hitchins-god-is-not-great/</link>
	<description>Spokane politics at its best...</description>
	<pubDate>Mon, 08 Sep 2008 13:13:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Jimmy</title>
		<link>http://spokompton.net/2007/09/30/a-brief-review-of-hitchins-god-is-not-great/#comment-274</link>
		<author>Jimmy</author>
		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Oct 2007 21:29:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Every year, the Baptist Church by my house has a block party.  When my son was about 6 he wanted to go over because they had games and face painting.  We walked over and waited in line at the face painting booth. When it was his turn, he sat down and a woman started, using the same colors and story while painting 1 inch dots on his face.  When the woman got to the white dot, she asked my boy if "He accepted Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savoir". I was already fed up with the whole thing but before I could grab him and get him away he said to the woman, "I just wanted to get my face painted". I held out my hand, picked him up and put him on my shoulders, and we walked home.

I was never so proud of my son as I was then.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Every year, the Baptist Church by my house has a block party.  When my son was about 6 he wanted to go over because they had games and face painting.  We walked over and waited in line at the face painting booth. When it was his turn, he sat down and a woman started, using the same colors and story while painting 1 inch dots on his face.  When the woman got to the white dot, she asked my boy if &#8220;He accepted Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savoir&#8221;. I was already fed up with the whole thing but before I could grab him and get him away he said to the woman, &#8220;I just wanted to get my face painted&#8221;. I held out my hand, picked him up and put him on my shoulders, and we walked home.</p>
<p>I was never so proud of my son as I was then.</p>
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