Saturday, April 14, 2012

I Was A Teenaged Exorcist

aka: The Story of Bob Larson's Daughters

Check this out:

I'm not even sure where to begin here. Exorcisms at a sleep-over? Just "seeing it in their eyes"? The incredibly canned, scripted responses to the questions? Or maybe to pretend that I take them seriously and contemplate the sort of mind that thinks it's ok for children to indulge in this sort of activity, as though it's no different from playing softball or getting a driver's license?

This is the kind of thing that gives us all a bad name and is at least partially responsible for why folks don't take the demonic seriously anymore. Even if people get past the bad acting here so that they don't think it's a joke, why would anybody be worried about something that can be cleared up by Hannah Montana at her friend's sleep-over?

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