It's not easy being a member of the landed gentry *SIGH*. What with all those castle-topped estates to manage, crocs in the moats to feed and serfs to oppress and exploit things can get pretty intense. But there's more. Now I'm having a crisis of self-confidence. I may be a mere pretender to the title and there may be one far more suited to occupy the Braydom of the flourishing fiefdom of Fundie.
Dov's link opened mine eyes to the glory of the L-rd. The Jewish Philosopher is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of G-d's terrible swift sword. Based on my rapid perusal of his blog I'd say that he is both a far more fundamental fundamentalist than I and that he brays much louder.
What say thee??? Should I abdicate my own braydom in Jacob's favor?
Glory Hallelukah! ---------
If you are already someone whom Jacob would want outed then by all means Buy Dov's book. (please)