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Ever so often, in the hours of early morning in southern Alabama, a heavy dense fog moves in, so dense that I can barely make out, outside my window, the leaves of the huge bush that is less than two feet from my window.
It came to me, one morning, that this blinding fog was a perfect metaphor for the extreme religiosity of the State of Alabama. An Alabaman cannot turn around without invoking Jesus Christ and his blessing. All the public meetings I've gone to have been opened with an entreaty for the blessing of Jesus for those gathered and sometimes these prayers of solicitation can go on for a bit.
But, for all those, I suppose, sincere solicitations for the good will of God, Alabama is one of the most corrupt states in our nation, once boasting at the same time good old damned crooked Mike Hubbard as Speaker of the Alabama House of Representatives, (Alabama be damned and its low standards for conduct, Hubbard is actually in prison for his misdeeds), foolishly philandering Alabama Governor Robert Bentley who walked right into the beguiling and adulterous snares of Rebekah Mason, even though Bentley was a Sunday school teacher and Deacon at First Baptist of Tuscaloosa, (by the way, Alabama is profoundly Baptist and you gotta wonder what the devil kind of values the Baptists teach), and then, there is the Alabama piece de resistance, Roy Moore.
And, the only reason why Alabama managed to get rid of Roy Moore is the fierce determination of Alabama Black women got out and voted and who were the only women decent enough to tell Roy Moore most vehemently "No!" Every damned white woman was saying, "Roy Moore MAY have done wrong but I ain't voting for no Democrat. Only Republicans have the blessing of God in Alabama."
You gotta kinda think that the Alabamans' true god must be that fallen angel who is also known as Satan. There can be no other explanation for the weird political situation in Alabama.