An Alabaman Eviscerates Alabama’s Hypocrisy About Roy Moore

Take it off, Alabama. Take it aaaaall off. You’re naked as the day you were born, naked as porn, clothed in the manner of the emperor.

In nothing but audacity and deceit. And hypocrisy.

Buck naked. Or as they say down in Sipsey, butt nekkid.

You’ve shown the world the stuff you used to have enough decency to conceal. You’ve shown even to yourself that what you say is a lie and what you believe is as flexible as the moment demands.

You’re a poser, Alabama. And the Bible Belt is down around your knees. You stamp yourself with the label of God and good and morality, and it means nothing to you.

Not more than politics. Or ideology. Or your own lack of shame.

Read the whole, angry, righteously indignant hit piece on the hypocrites of Alabama.


And so is all of Alabama. And all who base their morality on party, and persuasion, and political convenience.

We like to think we are clothed in the finery of God. But everybody knows the truth.

We stand naked before the world, the Bible Belt around our ankles and our sizable hypocrisy on display for all to see.