Next you’ll tell me to do lunch with Attila the Hun

Is it safe?  Should I say it?  Should I send my wife and child to that hidden cabin in the ravine while I brave the rotten cabbage and tomato barrage?  But what is the price of silence?  I’ll lay awake, deafened by the screams of a conscience on steroids.  It’s my destiny.  I must reveal the sordid truth and withstand the messenger’s doom.

Here goes: “Christians with traditional moralities and creeds can be nice people.  They’re not narrow-minded hate mongers and they don’t resemble those radio curmudgeons hollering for money.  The data show it.”

I’ve just thrown my life away.

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