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Total Rip-off Tuesday

Wherein I "rip-off" another writer on the web. Not taking credit, just sharing good stuff. Today's choice: Matt Archbold on why tambourine playing is dangerous. Really.

A woman was apparently playing a tambourine too loudly during Wednesday night services. When she refused to stop, the woman was escorted out by an off duty Oklahoma County Sheriff’s Deputy.
    (Sheriff spokesperson) Myers said, “He had to physically escort her outside the church. Once outside, she broke free from the deputy and tried to go back inside, there became a physical confrontation.”
    According to the arrest report, the deputy was forced to pepper spray and taze the unruly woman.
    Myers said, “She was not filled with the Holy spirit. She was not being very Christianly and this is why the folks decided to get her out as soon as possible.”
    Witnesses said the combative Christian was staggering and had slurred speech.
I've gotta' wonder if the staggering and slurred speech was post-taze or pre-taze because it kinda' makes a difference.

But let's focus. This is clearly an unfortunate and unique incident. But perhaps we shouldn't allow this unfortunate and unique incident to go to waste. Perhaps we should make it so that some suspect it's not so...unique. I'm not saying we do anything like this but maybe a lot of us should just print out this article and hand it out to the folk musicians at your Church service who make the Mass about them. Hand it out to them and just nod while backing away slowly.




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