by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
“Freida! Look at this! This proves it! God is a Republican.”
“Herb, don’t start.”
“You’ve always wanted proof, I’ve got proof.”
“Didn’t we agree, Herb? Didn’t we decide that for the sake of our marriage we’d never mix politics and religion again? Can’t you remember anything, old man?”
“Yea. But that was before I had proof. Just look at this! Pat Robertson