Goldfish and Clowns. Where God's not dead and neither are we.

I like the Foo Fighters’ music a lot. Last year I went to see them in concert for the first time, and left rather wishing I hadn’t. It wasn’t that the performance was lacking. Rather, it was how in-between songs band leader Dave Grohl’s banter was an incessant stream of f-bombs. It was like being back . . . → Read More: Some People Can’t Help Themselves, I Guess