“Instead of looking at books and pictures about the New Testament, I looked at the New Testament. There I found an account, not in the least of a person with his hair parted in the middle or his hands clasped in appeal, but of an extraordinary being with lips of thunder and acts of lurid decision, flinging down tables, casting out devils, passing with the wild secrecy of the wind from mountain isolation to a sort of dreadful demagogy; a being who often acted like an angry god – and always like a god.
… The diction used About Christ has been, and perhaps wisely, sweet and submissive. But the diction used By Christ is quite curiously gigantesque; it is full of camels leaping through needles and mountains hurled into the sea.
… Joy, which was the small publicity of the pagan, is the gigantic secret of the Christian.
… The Trememdous figure that fills the gospels towers in this respect, as in every other, above all the thinkers who ever thought themselves tall. His pathos was natural, almost casual. The Stoics, ancient and modern, were proud of concealing their tears. He never concealed His tears; He showed them plainly on His open face at any daily sight, such as the far sight of His native city.
Yet, He concealed something. Solemn supermen and imperial diplomatists are proud of restraining their anger. He never restrained His anger. He flung furniture down the front steps of the Temple, and asked men how they expected to escape the damnation of hell.
Yet, He restrained something. I say it with reverence; there was in that shattering personality a thread that must be called shyness. There was something that He hid from all men when He went up a mountain to pray. There was something that He covered constantly by abrupt silence or impetuous isolation.
There was some one thing that was too great for God to show us when He walked upon our Earth; and I have sometimes fancied that it was His mirth.”
– GK Chesterton, Orthodoxy.

It would certainly make things easier and simpler…and would have the added benefit of heaping just a wee bit more contempt on our One-World friends in the U.N.

Hmm. Interesting. You know, we could take care of the terrible mockery that Islam must endure rather easily. A pogrom against muslims. I mean, since they think we should all convert or die, we should return the favor.

Could the UN be anymore irrelevant, or do they have new ows to which they will sink and surprise us all.

I say Nuke Turtle Bay.

“Islam Islam.”

“I slam Islam.”

“I slam Islam with moose limbs.”

“Islamo slam slam Alah aalaaa alala aalalala Achmed.”

So, yes, we must always try our utmost to be sensitive to these things.