Tuesday, July 15, 2008


The voice of the LORD makes the deer give birth,
And strips the forests bare;
And in His temple everyone says, “Glory!”
— Psalm 29:9

Taking a few moments away from fully documenting the full-time corruption you know where, and continuing with our Open-line Tuesday, a friend sends this over. If you look closely, that doe is nursing two fawns; you can tell by the two bushy tails pointing upwards and the eight or ten legs down below. Either that or he Photoshopped it:

Glory, indeed.

Thank you.