That sounds more like the NBA, but I'm not their biggest fan...

That's a typical tactic in Gumint offices and courts. They stick the bible under your nose and say "swear" and only give you the "or affirm" option if you object. Of course in court where you want to make a good impression, objecting might not be the best idea.

On the "under God" thing, I understand your reluctance but I just figure they can call it whatever they want. One nation, under sky, under bridge, underwater, understood, it's just someone else's description and doesn't impinge or confirm my beliefs.:)

It just so happens that I have a friend who is a deputy sheriff in Media, at the courthouse.

Checking in: he says that there is a Bible but swearing on it is optional.

DNK is right here.

Brian

Does every topic have to be God related?

I enjoy sharing my beliefs with other people at times, but to drag every conversation to a debate over the existence of God is a little much.

What happened to the friendly part of the cellar....You know a friendly little coffee shop with no coffee and no shop.... or was the and not friendly left out?

We're in a really pissy phase this month... least friendly it's ever been.

it's gotta be the holiday stress, man.....


maybe this would help?

--I like NASCAR. I think it takes a fair amount of skill to drive a car around a track at almost 200 mph, trying to make slick moves to grab the lead and making sure you "know" your car.

--I believe in God, but to each their own. I won't force my spiritual beliefs upon you if you won't force yours upon me...cool?

--The Cellar will be fine...we had a rough patch, and some of the mental patients are a bit frisky right now...but it'll work itself out.

now this is a serious di-hard fan!

I bet she's just as hairy

OHMYGOD! Is that human? Can you imagine the conversation?

Him: I need sumthin' to show my undying love and respect to that great man, Dale Ernheart, god rest his soul.

Her: Well just bless your heart. I know, we'll get Uncle Daddy the barber to shave a big ole' number three into the hair on your back.

Him: Yeah, and I'll have a number three tatooed on my pecket to.

Her: But honey, yore pecker is only a two.....*


It never ceases to amaze me how the topics here wander off in so many different directions.


*we're talking inches here

OH LO-HAD! i'll bet she needs a weed-eater!