Word: sinner
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Blasphemer. Sinner. A pox on thee and on thy children's children. May you choke on a wishbone. Thou shalt be cast unto the deepest pit of the abyss. And there shall rise a foul beast, a beast of the sorrowful appellation, "Benno." And in the seventh fire of the seventh hell shalt thou be tormented by the unrepentant spirit of Brian Dowling. And your skin shall be as pigskin, and your heart pierced by the spikes of vengeful Harvard guard Doug Rosenberry...
...returned to his district it was a largely working-class crowd that cheered him at a parade through Fall River soon after the story broke. Perhaps even in quiet, conservative Fall River, the world isn't as neat as it used to be. One must learn to forgive the sinner while hating the sin -- or risk shutting out the daughter who had the abortion, the son with AIDS, the nephew trapped by drugs. Even the most conservative parts of the Fourth District may decide to believe and forgive Frank rather than Gobie. Maybe those who catch the early bus know...
...know, that's the least concern. The last thing I want to be considered is a super-Christian. I'm not even a good Christian. The last thing I want to do is manipulate somebody. When you talk about my being self-righteous, I'm a sinner. I know what I am. I'm a sinner saved by grace...
Koop says no one should be surprised, that the report is consistent with his moral view that you can hate sin but love the sinner. "I am the Surgeon General, not the chaplain, of all the people, and that includes homosexuals," he says. He outraged conservatives again in January. Although opposed to abortion morally, Koop concluded, following an 18-month study undertaken after President Reagan promised right-to-life leaders a report, that the evidence just wasn't there to condemn the practice as psychologically harmful...
...chief sinner is Williams. When the slave Lucky makes a long, anguished speech, a flux of debased knowledge, Williams enacts the audience's presumed boredom at having to think. He scampers. He pounds the ground. He thrusts a big bone into the slave's hands as though it were an Oscar and tells him to "thank the Academy." As Martin feigns death, Williams hovers over him, murmuring the pet name "Didi, Didi," then segues into the theme from The Twilight Zone. Martin is never so outrageous, but his familiar cool-guy strut and laid-back vocalisms keep him from inhabiting...