The Lost Boys and Girls of America
by Chris Noonan Funnell
In Cambridge, Massachusetts every
third person was born in another country. In summer Boston’s streets are
teaming with tourists. Double-decker trolleys and Duckboats navigate what once
were cow paths or float on the Charles River.
An ad for a job fair for one of the
touring companies caught my eye. That would be a fun job, I thought and I’d
learn a lot about this fascinating city. A friend has given tours for many years
and we’d even talked about starting a touring company focusing on the Christian
heritage here. In the past few years I’ve heard a lot of interpreters taking
liberties with the truth and wanted to present an un-PC tour to vie with
haunted happenings, gourmet geeks, Cheers tours and pub crawls. I hope there is
hunger for a tour that honors our past so we do not lose respect for the
Judeo-Christian foundation that made this city so important. Missionaries were
sent out from Boston in the 19th century and now fruit of their work
is returning to repay us from Brazil, Africa and Korea seeing the Church has
nearly extinguished its flame.
The first casino is coming and medical marijuana stores are open in Massachusetts;
the Boston Bomber heard victim’s statements, apologized to victims, sort of, and
praised Allah. Some accepted his apology and even forgave him. For some there
was a measure of closure but many are still dealing with too much pain and rage
to forgive. The Tsarnaev brothers came to our state lived off the taxpayers and
literally tore a hole in the fabric of our city. A book by an investigative reporter is about to be published.
The first casino is coming and medical marijuana stores are open in Massachusetts; the Boston Bomber heard victim’s statements, apologized to victims, sort of, and praised Allah. Some accepted his apology and even forgave him. For some there was a measure of closure but many are still dealing with too much pain and rage to forgive. The Tsarnaev brothers came to our state lived off the taxpayers and literally tore a hole in the fabric of our city. A book by an investigative reporter is about to be published.
Maximum Harm: The Tsarnaev Brothers, the FBI, and the Road to the Marathon Bombing by Michele McPhee
What happens in Boston does
not stay in Boston. For good or ill we are still the “Hub of the
Universe”, the sending place of academic missionaries and politicians that have
changed the world with presidents and personalities. The cream of the crop have
come and gone for centuries. The most recent graduates received their
commencement admonitions and diplomas and some internationals will stay here
and even import their parents and families into a higher living standard while
locals feel the squeeze economically and move, pushed out by the Sanctuary City
mentality of Boston's Mayor and the Governor.
A generation has been educated never
having saluted the flag nor learned patriotic songs and prayers which were said
in school before 1963. The courts have redefined marriage, family and the value
of human life. Lost boys and girls find life expendable and sexuality, gender
and commitment fall into the TBD category because boundaries are disappearing.
Boys refuse to grow up; like Peter Pan, most have no problem with casual sex
and sperm donorship while girls press into man’s realm and demand society pay
for abortion and even contraception. They are on the verge of tipping the
scales and throwing away the freedom others paid for with their blood.
The lost boy of Charleston SC
attended a Bible study and at the end shot nine believers in cold blood. The
boy was crazed with drugs and should have been restrained rather than enabled
by friends and family. How many more are there out there? What is the remedy? I
don’t think it is gun control. In fact if there was someone packin’ in that
church things might not have been so devastating.
We are now living in a time when
insanity is just as much a plague as cancer or diabetes. They are all
sicknesses brought on by poor choices either ours or our predecessors. There is
a way to actually live victoriously and it is inscribed on walls of our
statehouses and universities but has been effectively ignored and replaced by
man-made rules.
It would be grand to see a fleet of
tour buses and Duck Boats teaching those facts and parables but the damage is
so extensive some believe only God can save our nation now.
We celebrate our Independence in a
big way here in Boston but the enemies of the America have hollowed out our
freedoms and are removing piece by piece our Constitutional footing aided and
abetted by a compromised media with a leftist agenda. The Fifth Column, the
government media complex, the entertainment industry and academia have brainwashed
our children and stolen their hope and freedom so that blasphemy replaces the
patriotic and sacred songs that once unified us.
Here are the lyrics to the cynical
paean Take Me to Church perhaps the Charleston shooter or Tsarnaev liked
it. The Ellen DeGeneres Show featured a tattooed ballet dancer to this song as
lost girls and boys swooned.
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
To drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work
No masters or kings when the ritual
begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Amen. Amen. Amen
Songwriters
BYRNE, ANDREW HOZIER
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Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
To drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Amen. Amen. Amen
BYRNE, ANDREW HOZIER
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC