Is that guy okay? He looks like he's just had the crap beat out of him.
No, I think that was all "Grace's" doing - if you know what I mean!
"I'm a sucker for a guy who brings me TULIPS"
Again, you either get it, or you don't.
True anecdote: a Yale student spied a man whom he presumed to be the great Reformation (Calvinist) scholar Bainton. He rushed up and asked: "Are you Professor Bainton, by chance?"
"No, young man, I am not Professor Bainton by chance. . . but by Predestindation." And he ambled off.
Although a cradle Catholic I understood the TULIP reference. I am reminded that I once heard the Calvinist host of a call-in radio program refer to the Arminian Daisy "He loves me. He loves me not." I was corresponding with him so in my next letter I told him he had it backwards. It's "I love Him. I love Him not."
The guy looks like a Robert F. Kennedy who just got the crap beat out of him.
But in any case, hilarious.
Or, on a slightly blasphemous note with a point, you could have one of the reprobates singing to God, a la, Barbra Streisand, "you don't bring me TULIPs anymore."
There's just no end to the tacky jokes, is there?
Heh! I guess I really am a church nerd.
Reminds me of the one about......the guy and his wife named Fanny who, dejected, have to drop out of the line waiting to enter the Pearly Gates, after they overhear St. Peter shooing away two men in front of them, one whom St. Pete accuses of being a thoroughgoing miser who married a woman named Penny, and the other whom St. Pete excoriates as a total drunk who married a woman named Sherry. 
"'No, young man, I am not Professor Bainton by chance. . . but by Predestindation.' And he ambled off."
That would be Roland Bainton, yes? Anything written by him is very erudite and worthwhile reading ...
Calvinist humor? Here's one:
The Puritan was walking to church on a Sunday morning, carrying his rifle (musket?) as protection against the Indian threat. A scoffer asked him, "Don't you believe that everything is preordained by God? So if your time hasn't come, then no Indian can kill you; and if your time HAS come, no gun can save you. So why do you cary your gun?"
The Puritan paused for a moment and replied, "Perhaps I shall meet an Indian whose time has come."
Um, that cartoon pic looks vaguely pornographic. I can hear the porno jazz in the background.
I guess that says more about me, huh? To the pure all things are pure. I admit, I listen to that trashy show Bob and Tom on the radio most mornings.
kentucyliz
I'm reminded for some reason of when my Oma found me reading a Zane Grey novel (I would be around 12) and promptly had kittens. I was completely bewildered. It seemed a decent western with a festy heroine, a interesting villain who kidnaps the heroine and a noble hero who rescues the heroine before the veiled threats made by the villain came to anything. I had no idea and not much interest in exactly what those threats meant.
BTW the cover looks like a classic pulp fiction era cover. The small amount of such material that I've read or have scanned though was of the sort where everything is implied rather then stated outright, capable of being completely missed by the naive.
Emily
You don't want to know what a determinist would have said in the situation pictured.
Determinably so.
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