The only fear I have is that of Bret coming at me in an apron armed with a rolling pin. Can these folks help?
Hey, they're the Love Police, what can't they do?First though, I'm guessing they'll have to cure Bret of his fear of anarchy and common sense.
I have the same fear, T.C. (keep it quiet, will ya?). Though I must say that, since the divorce, I'm much better than I was.
The third message from heaven...If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive his mark in his forehead, or in his hand, The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out without mixture into the cup of his indignation; and he shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels, and in the presence of the Lamb: And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receiveth the mark of his name.
Patmos, good to see that someone knows how to really stay on topic at this post. That "smoke of their torment" stuff sounds pretty scary, though. I know you read the word "fear" in the title, but it's the end of fear. How about a happy Bible verse next time?
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