I don’t like writing articles like these.
Delivering this kind of sermon — the likes of which you can only receive on a Sunday morning full of grace — makes me feel self-important, arrogant and intelligently superior.
It’s not that I, an obnoxiously proud native Texan, don’t have the aforementioned character traits. I just hate to use my wit on Texas’ little brother, sons, and step-children. You know? It doesn’t feel good to hurt feelings this way.
But we are talking about a special kind of stupid when we talk about the people who feel an incredible sense of pride from flipping the “Hook‘Em Horns!