When snarky white liberal men expend their life’s energies denigrating the religious spirit and doing so with that swaggering in with the in-crowd sense of superiority, you can bet your bottom dollar that these nasty ninnies are suffering from a basic fear of faith. And such faith phobias push out an endless stream of insulting profanities almost always aimed at the religious creed of their disillusioned past.
Maher, a suit-and-tie wearing hippie soon to be 56-years old, lives to libel Christianity. You see, Mister Bill is a renegade Catholic, one who never got over the trauma of losing his confidence in the sign of the cross. But scornful scoffer though he may be, Mister Bill still desperately clings, in his own horrifically hateful way, to the Christian church of his childhood. The Tebow Twitter tweet the other day just shows us how much Maher’s mind yearns for the friendship of his heavenly Father through his only begotten son, Jesus Christ. Perhaps if he connected with Catholics Come Home this poor forsaken schnook might find a little righteous peace of mind.
But of course, if we can’t save poor Mister Bill with the sacred touch of an old-time religion, we can always fall back on our own ready supply of secular snark.