But when I heard about what Barnevernet did to the Bodnariu family I started writing articles to inform my friends about the situation. I meant to focus on theology, discernment in the church, and topics about the ChristianВ struggle with the world.

The Winter Meetings: The Happiest Place on Earth.I never intended to turn this site into an anti-CPS blog when I started out.

Yes, I am writing this instead of my 15 page strategy paper which is due tomorrow. but soon they all just got used to him being there and decided to let him stay.ДЄnd that's how Jesse Crain became a White Sock. This deeply confused the White Sox front office, and when Ozzie Guillen first saw him his immediate reaction was to attack him with a fishing pole screaming 'DON'T LET IT EAT ME!'. Or actually it was the White Sox clubhouse, but they're pretty much the same thing. 'You and your ontological reasoning! You think you can win but you can't! I can't conceive of MOM!!!' And with that he exploded in a tiny puff and turned up four days later in hell. God is That Than Which None Greater Can Be Conceived - and because we can concieve of this, it must be real.' 'But horns are real, and horses are real - and it is only because these two things exist that we can conceive of a Unicorn. 'I can conceive of unicorn, but that doesn't mean unicorns are real.' Everyone knows that faith is just the same as not wanting to know what is true.' 'But,' Denard replied, 'we can concieve of the existence of God, therefore he must be real.' 'That's just silly,' Denard Span replied. Behold the power of ZE UBERMENSCH!' He put his hands on his hips and tried to tower imposingly over his teammates but nothing really happened.

You disgust me with your backwards Christian morality. 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NOOOO WHAT IS HAPPENING? HOW CAN THIS BE? THERE IS NO GOD!!!!!!!!!!!' 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!' yelled Matty Tolbert, frozen to the spot in horror. At that moment, there was a deafening tearing sound and the roof of the metrodome slowly collapsed in on itself like a sadly deflating balloon under the crushing weight of a gazillion points of snow. 'Well, even though we don't play there anymore it's good to know the ol' dome will always be there, to preserve our precious mem-'. 'Good times, good times.' Said Kevin Slowey. 'Remember all the great memories we had playing there? Like when Torii burned half his face off sliding across the astroturf?' They all chucked and shook their heads, remembering his shriek of horror as he realized the friction had set his jersey on fire. 'Yeah,' said Justin Morneau, tearing up a little. 'Look at it, it's so beautiful and magical! Like a giant fluffly marshmallow.' 'He stopped in wonder at the top of a hill from which he could see the metrodome.

'I have no idea, but this is super fun!' cried Matt Tolbert, leaping and bounding over snowbanks and laughing with joy. One snowy winter day in December 2010 (the 11th to be exact), Jesse Crain and his teammates decided to take a stroll through downtown Minneapolis.

He wasn't really, but this did not stop him, or uninformed bloggers, from believing it was true. Once upon a time there was a relief pitcher for the Minnesota Twins who thought that he was actually early 20th century philosopher Frederich Nietzsche.

I am ze ubermensch