It's remarkable, the intellectual and theological flexibility Southern Baptists have shown over the last 40 years. They adapted to men getting little pin curl perms, and then, them as could, growing sideburns, and then, burying the debate about which ear an earring was worn on meant you were queer. Then they sorted out secondary virginity, where you could be the whore of Gehenna but as long as you didn't let your beau slip the pickle before marriage it all worked out just fine.
It all pretty much dates back to Jimmy Carter and the "born again" movement. Whatever you thought, or did, or both, you could forgive yourself if you were, at heart, a believer.
Thus consultant Larry Marchant's slobbering confession that he had to tell all, after billing Andre Bauer who knows how much int eh run for governor, that he boinked Nikki Haley, a Bauer opponent.
But that had nothing to do with it all. Marchant not only has a wife, but a pregnant one.
"Dear, I had to cut off the gravy train, but because I respect you so much I need to tell you I've been out fucking other candidates."
Lawsy.
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