"Evangelism's views on science and politics are so polarizing that almost any viewer, whether Orthodox, agnostic, or atheist, is bound to have an elemental reaction from the first shot of six-year-olds weeping in religious ecstasy."
"Cut to the flickering images of children writhing in a spiritual trance on a chapel floor while being hectored about the glory of dying for Christ, and one knows exactly where the first Christian suicide bombers will come from."
"A frightening, infuriating, yet profoundly compassionate documentary about the indoctrination of children by the Evangelical right."
"JESUS CAMP should be seen as it demonstrates the extremes to which the Religious Right will go to push its agenda."
"A piercing portrait of innocence perverted."
"This isn't the blind leading the blind, but it is the visually impaired leading the blind. Disturbing."
"You don't have to be an extremist liberal to find any minute of Jesus Camp more frightening than the entirety of Village of the Damned." (Full Reviews)
"There's a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you." I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass. I never really questioned what it meant. I thought it was just a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker before you popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice. Now I'm thinkin': it could mean you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. .45 here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could be you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin, Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be the shepherd." (Pulp Speech)
It is time to stand upon the path of the righteous man To march Onward Christian Soldier to thy promised land This ground is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish! Come! Come, boys and girls, rave along with Pastor Becky!
Softly and Tenderly Washed in thy Blood And the tyranny of evil men, A fountain in the name of charity And oil And profit And good will. A spring of bloody sin That needs shepherding still.
Washing away Down in the valley of this; Our darkness Of How Great Thou Art. Oh, Sweet Jesus! Children, thy body is wrapped In tainted flesh, So march onward child And let God have the rest.
O, Sweet sacrificial lambs, Thou shall greet whitewashed terror With thy own Godwrathful slant. And thou shall relinquish A Battle Hymn of the Republic For mommy and daddy And all your swell friends Branded upon thy abused And indoctrinated soul.
Pastor Becky With thy Whole World in Her Hands Has promised you things You can’t understand, And leads you into temptation Of righteous death And into an ache For a candy-coated promised land Lined with toy soldiers And pink-plastic swords And soft blankets To lay thy bludgeoned head.
March along little soldier, Jesus is calling thy name. He’s made a list. Praise God, he’s checked it twice, Gonna find out if you'll live or die!
Pastor Becky, the true flock’s keeper And god awful recruiter Of bomb strapped children, She will strike down upon thee With great vengeance And furious anger If thou attempt to poison And destroy her brothers and sisters.
And, children, thou shall know the Lord When he lays his vengeance upon her. Come, nonbelievers, Just a Closer Walk with Becky And her Sweet Jesus!
Come children! Bow to the spirit! Kumbaya, God Bless America, And that “my God is greater” shit!
The Blood of Jesus Is waiting to be spilled We Shall Overcome the day When the Saints Go Marching In Abide with Me and Come Thou Almighty King! Thy bombs are louder than they!
Praise Him, Praise Him! Sacrifice and die! What A Friend We Have in Jesus today! Children, Lord our Blessed Redeemer, The Very Thought of them Makes me want to cry!
"Cut to the flickering images of children writhing in a spiritual trance on a chapel floor while being hectored about the glory of dying for Christ, and one knows exactly where the first Christian suicide bombers will come from."
"A frightening, infuriating, yet profoundly compassionate documentary about the indoctrination of children by the Evangelical right."
"JESUS CAMP should be seen as it demonstrates the extremes to which the Religious Right will go to push its agenda."
"A piercing portrait of innocence perverted."
"This isn't the blind leading the blind, but it is the visually impaired leading the blind. Disturbing."
"You don't have to be an extremist liberal to find any minute of Jesus Camp more frightening than the entirety of Village of the Damned." (Full Reviews)
"There's a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you." I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass. I never really questioned what it meant. I thought it was just a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker before you popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice. Now I'm thinkin': it could mean you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. .45 here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could be you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin, Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be the shepherd." (Pulp Speech)
It is time to stand upon the path of the righteous man
To march Onward Christian Soldier to thy promised land
This ground is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish!
Come! Come, boys and girls, rave along with Pastor Becky!
Softly and Tenderly Washed in thy Blood
And the tyranny of evil men,
A fountain in the name of charity
And oil
And profit
And good will.
A spring of bloody sin
That needs shepherding still.
Washing away
Down in the valley of this;
Our darkness
Of How Great Thou Art.
Oh, Sweet Jesus!
Children, thy body is wrapped
In tainted flesh,
So march onward child
And let God have the rest.
O, Sweet sacrificial lambs,
Thou shall greet whitewashed terror
With thy own Godwrathful slant.
And thou shall relinquish
A Battle Hymn of the Republic
For mommy and daddy
And all your swell friends
Branded upon thy abused
And indoctrinated soul.
Pastor Becky
With thy Whole World in Her Hands
Has promised you things
You can’t understand,
And leads you into temptation
Of righteous death
And into an ache
For a candy-coated promised land
Lined with toy soldiers
And pink-plastic swords
And soft blankets
To lay thy bludgeoned head.
March along little soldier,
Jesus is calling thy name.
He’s made a list.
Praise God, he’s checked it twice,
Gonna find out if you'll live or die!
Pastor Becky, the true flock’s keeper
And god awful recruiter
Of bomb strapped children,
She will strike down upon thee
With great vengeance
And furious anger
If thou attempt to poison
And destroy her brothers and sisters.
And, children,
thou shall know the Lord
When he lays his vengeance upon her.
Come, nonbelievers,
Just a Closer Walk with Becky
And her Sweet Jesus!
Come children!
Bow to the spirit!
Kumbaya, God Bless America,
And that “my God is greater” shit!
The Blood of Jesus
Is waiting to be spilled
We Shall Overcome the day
When the Saints Go Marching In
Abide with Me and Come Thou Almighty King!
Thy bombs are louder than they!
Praise Him, Praise Him!
Sacrifice and die!
What A Friend We Have in Jesus today!
Children, Lord our Blessed Redeemer,
The Very Thought of them
Makes me want to cry!
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