Quite frankly, it would not surprise me in the slightest to wake up one morning to find one of our carriers on the bottom of the Med. When your nation's biggest crisis is where the next box of Twinkies is coming from, one can fair well say that our sun is setting.
Originally Posted by ga-hvac-tech
(The wise men of modern thought) adore a god made of putty or of wax - plastic, effeminate, molluscous, with no masculine faculty about him, and no quality that entitles him to the respect of just and honest men, for a being who cannot be angry at wrongdoing is destitute of one of the essential virtues, and a moral Ruler who is not angry with the wicked, and who refuses to punish crime, is not divine. ---Spurgeon