Gen. Peter Pace, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, on homosexuality (link): "I believe homosexual acts between two individuals are immoral and that we should not condone immoral acts... I do not believe the United States is well served by a policy that says it is OK to be immoral in any way." Great! So when does the military stop killing people? The good lord said that's much worse. Oh wait, I forgot: Killing is ok, but moral relativity isn't.


Two Replies to Upsetting the Pace

Aaron Shurtleff | March 13, 2007
That's why, going forward, all homosexual acts must be performed in groups of of three individuals or higher. Then it's not so immoral.

P.S. Video taping of hot girl on girl on girl action is not immoral, so feel free! ;)

Kris Weberg | March 16, 2007
Well, in fairness, the Bible does make distinctions between "killing" and murder. Killing is fine under certain...well, actually a depressingly large number of conditions in Mosaic law. The commandment, as the cliche goes, prohibits murder, not killing.

Pace is still wrong on this, of course, because he doesn't grasp the difference between preference and morality, or, for that matter, morality and ethics. And its those distinctions that, in the BIble, separate killing from murder.


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