Nympho.  Noem.  Nicole.

Nothing surprises me anymore.

Nympho.  Is anyone besides me perplexed by the fact that the material girl herself, Madonna Louise Ciccone, has beseeched the Pope to intervene in Gaza before it’s too late?  I mean, the fact that the papal switchboard even put the call through was like a prayer.  Papa don’t preach has morphed into Papal that reach.  It just seems odd to see a nympho like Madonna and the Pope in an interaction (instead of the Madonna of statue fame who, rather than being LIKE a virgin, truly WAS one).  Far be it from me to question the Lord’s vessels of ministry.  We should encourage Sister Ciccone’s efforts.  After all, if the Lord can speak through Balaam’s donkey in scripture, He can surely use those cone bras as a megaphone!

Noem.  This just sounds ridiculous.  “Homeland Security Secretary Kristi Noem said Tuesday that the entire wall along the U.S.-Mexico border is going to be painted black to make it hotter and deter illegal immigration.”  Sister Noem has clearly been imbued with more of our President’s falderal in issuing this order.  I daresay that the new black color would symbolize the wall mourning its own hardened heart.  Lo, it shall stand as a funereal sign that compassion has been buried six feet deep beneath layers of blackness.  I can’t imagine what will happen when the Lord Himself returns and is turned away at the border because he looks suspicious and his chariot isn’t registered.  Lord, help us all.

Nicole.  I’m aghast at the latest behavior from the State of Texas’s halls of government.  Trapping Congresswoman Nicole Collier in the House overnight because she refused to have 24/7 government security follow her around is all rather childish, especially in light of the fact that said security was in no means an act of kindness to protect her.  It’s like some restrictive church youth camp where legislators can’t so much as head to the cafeteria of democracy without a signed permission slip from the Speaker himself!  She has been locked down tighter than a Baptist church on Super Bowl Sunday.  Good Lord, nothing says freedom quite like being grounded by your own government, lest you sneak off to break a quorum.  Let us pray.