Franklin Graham, dilute progeny of Billy Graham and head dude of Samaritan’s Purse fixes Bosnian Children with shoe boxes full of miracles. My kindergartner got this religious book in public school library.
Deep breaths, censorship is bad, no wonder he was in such a foul mood yesterday, mumbling about being depressed and stuff.
Then I read it.
A mother lives with her two kids, 9 and 3 in the cellar of a bombed out building. The 9 year old forages for food in the streets at night, while dodging machine gun fire. He sleeps on a chair. His 3 year old sister used to have a doll, but she lost it in the street, running from sniper fire.
Above text? NOT EXAGGERATED; that’s what it says.
Where’s Dad? you ask.
That’s a great question, I’m glad you mentioned it. The family assumes Dad is still alive, but since he’s in jail they just aren’t sure. No worries though, part of the miracle included busloads full of prisoners being delivered back home just in time for their shoe box dinner.
In the meantime, poor mom is certainly whoring herself, but Graham leaves those details out- the only real miracle in this shoe box of disaster.
Thanks to this stupid book I spent an hour of my evening trying to explain my distaste for Franklin Graham. Without cursing and keeping a complicated bit of truth understandable to a 6 year old. Go(?) me.
Will I always knee jerk about the religious stuff available in public, government-supported schools?
Hey, at least my state continues to sneak religion (Christianity only, please) into schools through sponsored legislation.
The Bosnian sniper fire book did provide a brilliant segue into Zach’s next question about black history month and “how exactly were they able to purchase, um, people? And why only the brown-skinned people? And, while we’re at it, why didn’t they pay them for doing the work?”
Well see, because the bible told ‘em so, that’s why.