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Best Line of the Week
Jeromy Johnson | January 21, 2009
Share Not sure where I read this, but I thought it was perfect. It went something like this: Everyone in America: Remember, Obama is neither the Messiah nor the Anti-Christ. He’s a man.
Jesus Wore Red, White, and Blue
Jeromy Johnson | January 14, 2009
Share At least that is what some theologies would have us believe. It is as if Jesus walked the road to the cross draped in an American Flag, much like Apollo Creed in Rocky 4 entering the ring to James Brown’s, “Living in America”; as if Jesus died with America on the forefront of his [...]
Go Vote 2: My Story Voting as a Non-Declared
Jeromy Johnson | February 5, 2008
Share Super Tuesday……(11am) So I go my little sticker, but not without its difficulties. I walked into my local polling place (which happened to be my son’s school—how convenient is that?) and told the name-lookup-girl my name, “Jeromy Johnson.” She began looking through the binder. …looking…looking…looking…“You said it was Jeromy or Gregory?” “Jeromy, Jeromy Johnson”…looking…looking…looking…“Oh, [...]
