Omar Sacirbey, at Religion News Service, parses that out. He proposes that calling natural disasters punishment from God is actually a recruitment tool.
And it renders the person doing the pronouncing powerful — at least in that person’ eyes.
For more on Boobquake, go here. And check out the crowd’s reaction to this Vancouver woman. Have they never seen a pair before?
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“What does it all mean?”
I’d say it means that some people are idiots! What century…I mean millenium do we live in? A few thousand years ago, people believed natural disasters were related to the angry Gods, but now? Don’t we know a little something about these things? Will there be new claims that the thunderbolts are hurled by God? I want to yell back at these guys that they are stealing from Greek & Roman mythology and we’ve moved past those times! Does this method of recruitment really work? If so, it points out a deficit in education, including science and ancient history.
The whole “blame the women” mentality is enraging.
Even though I’d love to think I have this kind of power, I know that I don’t. And I can’t bear the brunt of responsibility for every lil’ weather disaster, either.
I confess. It was my fault.
Mine are rather large.
(You wonder what that woman in Vancouver in your photo there is wearing… Does she have a halter top? Or did she just let them loose? Funny how it often takes a person of some age to relax about the body — and by that time, the general populace is no longer interested in looking, because she doesn’t fit the beauty ideal.)
Mine are quite small. Might it be possible that you got more than your portion? Perhaps a tinge of my portion?
Hey Patrice my wonderful spouse is 70 and I STILL get that silly grin when she takes off the top!
Jerry, you are blessed. May it always be so.
Bro. Jerry, I think I love you, and I don’t mean in any sloppy sense. This just makes me smile.
Oh that makes me smile. Here I am wondering if Mr Vegas still likes my post-baby ones!
Mr. DJ needs major fine-tuning, but if there’s one thing he’s quite good at, it’s compliments of a salacious nature. I hope when I’m 70, he’s no longer a dirty middle-aged pervert, but a dirty old pervert. It is a great part of his charm.
Ask Mr. Vegas. Chances are, the answer’s yes.
Me? I can’t get enough of dem thangs!