Oh no. That is horrible.

So I'm engaging in a Biblical debate. With family. On Facebook. Because that always works out well.

Might be a good time to tell you about something that I'm not sure if I shared here in the past or not.

About 8-9 months ago, I started something called "The Capybara Procedure". The procedure is that whenever an online friend reads a hateful talkback or is engaged with a kind of discussion that leads to severe headdesking with a possible injury, they must publicly post a picture of a capybara and cc me on it.

It usually breaks the cycle and gets me pictures of capybaras.

Oh Calli.

I have adulted. My expense reports are up to date. One more after next week and I'm done for the year.

She still managed to spit the pill out a few times.

Happens to us occasionally, too. We usually get it right the second time.

Calli, I would lose my fucking mind on someone who tried to tell me, in the comments section about losing a dear friend to cancer, that it's caused by sinning, blah blah blah.

In fact, I saw those comments and REALLY wanted to call her out for being so insensitive and uncaring, but I thought I ought not wade into that.

(It reminds me of a guy in the FAC whose dad died, and the guy gave a eulogy in which he said that he was most sad that he would not see his dad in heaven because his dad didn't accept Christ and would therefore not go to heaven. For reals, this dude said in front of his grieving extended family that his dad was going to hell. HOW IS THAT OKAY.) (Spoiler: it's not.)

So I'm in the bathroom, and this woman comes in and starts humming. Which irritates me, because I'm irritable, and she keeps going. Then, right before she exits the bathroom, she adds in the lyrics.

"So...to honor him...pa-pa-rum-pum-pum-pum..."

I just got LBD'd in the bathroom.

I just got LBD'd in the bathroom.

Didn't watch Arrow last night then, huh?

Not yet, but I saw sixteen people posting about it.

But I've already lost it three times this season before this.

I just got LBD'd in the bathroom.

Day-um. That's a mean twist of fate.

And the relative has just told me I need to learn from the Creation Museum. At which point I told her I doubted we could have a productive debate and, I should be ashamed to say but that hasn't hit yet, that I'm glad my God isn't a mean jerk like hers seems to be.

I wonder if she'll unfriend me? Or pray for me? Possibly both. Eh, she's a cousin's daughter that I've never met in person, so it's not like the breaking of a deep, life-long bond.

I suspect Obama taking his guns away, from the sound of the intelligence involved.

Not very effectively, apparently. Thanks Obama.