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That's when we enter the fray:  redundantly and pointlessly adding our own take, further clogging the blogosphere flogosphere, and continuing to flog the topic until it resembles the proverbial dead horse. 
We are currently out looking for additional worthy steeds.
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THE WASHINGTON REDSKINS:
OUR PROPOSAL FOR
A NEW NAME

SO POETRY IS OBSOLETE IS IT? 
WELL, WE'LL FIX THAT WAGON!




BOOBY TRAP

IN PRAISE OF AMBIVALENCE

Hint:  We come down four-square in

     support of ambivalence

    (SYRIOUSLY)


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You might do well, however, to deposit it in the Left Bank of the Mississippi.
 Clicking on the wagon will . . .

well, it actually has
NOTHING to do with poetry . . .

but click it anyway and get a chuckle.

The Washington Post's
Alexandra Petri wrote that "poetry is obsolete."
Click on the Dead Poet's Society poster to read our poetic response the
Post  printed . . . and here to read our prosaic response.
Here's a wine label and essay appropriate for the occasion mentioned above. 
The wine pairs well with booby traps, but in an ambivalent sort of way.
It lingers long upon the tongue with a distinctive, bitter aftertaste.
Try some today.



A Satire of the Church,
Theology, and American Culture 
Through the Lens of  Progressive Christianity

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