I remember a joke about dyslexic atheists, But today they won’t even acknowledge Dog (much less renounce Him!) They’re the dogged defenders of no-Dog. It’s playing words, how some words can lead you through woods. The woods are lovely, you said. And now you sit in the back, lighting fires, heckling a poet. Why don’t you get up here? See what it’s like to stand … Continue reading Heckler