I "hear" Cee Lo Green. But I never listen. Just like Yaweh "hears" the incoherent ramblings of overly religious dogmatic lemmings, but refuses to listen.

Dear Saint RJ,

Well, I hate to contradict a spiritual feller like yurself, but yew wuz transliteratin' espanol into ingles, a Spanish verb into one that iz in English, and yew don't need no ' to do that. Yew can't have a plural verb. And whut iz yew contractin'? If yew want to done tranliterate sabe, jest add the s--sabes. Everdintly yew done got sum latent redneck in yew.

Yew done even knowd the mind of Yahweh. I iz sorely impressed. But when it comes to English yew prolly shud not have skipped the 1st grade. I knowd yur folks wuz all proud, "Look lil rainjacky iz so smart he don't done have to go to first grade", but in the final analyersis, yew mite shud have hung round a lil while.

Yew knowd whut, it reely shud not surprise me that yew wud done knowd the mind of God and who He done listens to cuz yew iz the smartest feller on the planet. I mean, basically it iz yew and then all the rest of uz dumb pekkerwoods. Shoot, I mite jest start aprayin' to yew.

Sabe, saba, se la ve, savy? I think I passed the part about verb's and noun's and dangling particples because I was playing football at the time. Not so in collage. Reading and comprehinsion. And a film class that counted.
But I've alway's had a feeling the Lord understands all languages, even when we mangle them.

Coming from a guy who refuses to correctly spell 7 out of every 10 words he writes, I'm not really concerned about the proper verb tense of sabe in the scheme of things. But if it makes you feel taller to correct me on one word, knock yourself out.

I skipped spanish. Not really the same thing as not knowing English. But once again - I consider the source, and move on - just like my bowels do with greasy junk food.

Wow. I call out just a little institutional hypocrisy and you go off like this? Or is it because I laughed at your ignorant prayer? Where I come from prayer is something you do in private where no one is listening but God. One huge reason I don't participate in organized religion any longer is because of fake prayers on Sunday. Kinda like what you just did. It probably plays well in Western Horseman, or more likely Larry The Cable Guy Weekly, but I'm not buying it. Not even for a second.

But then again, who's to question your motives? It's probably only a coincidence that you responded with a cedar chopper prayer after being asked, right?

You're as fake as your writing, and I have no use for you.

Considering that every major revival in the USA started in small country (aka redneck) churches, I think you're wrong. Don't worry, we'll pray for him to lead you to a redneck church...

Goob can defend his own religiosus belief's. I thank the Lord you ain't God. I ain't been to Church in a long time but I still believe in the right to pray in public or private.
Diss his prayer if you want to, it's freedom of speech.
All that really maters is if God or Pete found any solace or inspiration.

Pete, I've read in all this you don't get much chuchin either. In the midst of your suffering can you pray for Rainjack? I think he needs it as much as any of us.

I guess I won't be standing next to Rjac
during any storms
in the future.
And,
someone get that spoon away from him.

Shoot RJ, I done thought yew wuz wantin' to play since yew done called me out, but I guess not. Yew iz rite bout one thing: Thare iz plenty of fake in me. Thare iz thiz gap tween fake and reel in all of uz. The challenge iz whether or not we done recognize it and then try to done close the gap. But whut am I tryin' to tell yew, thare ain't no fake in yew.

RJ, while Goob's take on the English language my offend someone with no sense of humor (sorry that you must be a dull person to be around), I believe more people are offended by your pompous attitude and ignorance toward prayer. There is power in prayer and Goob's prayer was from the heart and meant so much to Pete's mother.

Last year I had all but decided that he was prone to bouts of narcissistic rage. This year I am developing a new theory that I believe I will call the ‘Pork Chop Syndrome’. We all knew someone that, as a child, the family dog wouldn’t play with unless the parents had tied a pork chop around their neck. Later in life these people know they have to have that ‘pork chop’ if others are to pay them any attention. On a discussion board that pork chop is apparently brash, inflammatory and anti-social statements. Rats…. I’m being informed someone has already investigated this syndrome and dubbed it ‘Terminal Jackass’. Oh well there goes my Nobel.