David Virtue Sings!

If you check the conservative/neo-Puritan/Conservative Evangelical Blogosphere (and I would caution you to do so only sparingly, the toxicity level over there being pretty high), the "word picture" emerging from Tanzania is pretty bleak for them.

They had really thought that Our Katharine and the Archbishop of York would be bounced and barred from the meeting, and that The Episcopal Church would be summarily kicked off the Anglican Communion Island, and that a new, pure Anglicanism would emerge out of East Africa with Peter Jasper Akinola, Bob Duncan and Martyn Minns as the newest incarnation of the Holy Trinity.

Not so much.

What's an "oppressed" Christian to do? (Don't you just love it when white, heterosexual, affluent, well educated, able-bodied men cry that they are oppressed? As if.)

Well, we sing, that's what we do. It's part of our Christian heritage.

I understand David Virtue, the man who gave us reason to wear asbestos shoes whenever we tiptoed over to his corner of Anglican cyberspace and still actually claims to be a "Christian journalist," broke into this song as he took his shower.

Okay, everybody, get up on your feet and over to the dance floor. It's part of the unwritten "Gay Agenda" NEVER EVER to let ANYONE sing this song alone.

Here he is, direct from his latest gig in Tanzania. The King of Mean, The Queen with the Asbestos Tongue, the Prince of Petulance, and the Man who hates all Queans, the one, the only . . . .

DAVID VIRTUE . . . .





Okay, here are the words (in case you need them . . . .)

I WILL SURVIVE . . .

First I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
without you by my side
But I spent so many nights
thinking how you did me wrong
I grew strong
I learned how to carry on
and so you're back
from outer space
I just walked in to find you here
with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed my stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second
you'd be back to bother me

Go on now go walk out the door
just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
you think I'd crumble
you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
as long as i know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
and I'll survive
I will survive

It took all the strength I had
not to fall apart
kept trying hard to mend
the pieces of my broken heart
and I spent oh so many nights
just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry
Now I hold my head up high
and you see me
somebody new
I'm not that chained up little person
still in love with you
and so you felt like dropping in
and just expect me to be free
now I'm saving all my loving
for someone who's loving me

Go on now go walk out the door
just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
you think I'd crumble
you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
as long as i know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
and I'll survive
I will survive



I never in a million years thought I'd ever say this, but thanks to Stand Firm in Faith for these pictures of David Virtue in Tanzania. Their remarks are what you'd expect from that group who consider themselves Uber-Christians, so "mind the gap" in Christian charity when you step over the threshold into the paranormal reality of the Comments Section there.

For a wickedly naughty commentary on the series of pictures, go over to MadPriest's blog. I've told him he's to go directly to hell for it, but I've also assured him that this piece will probably earn me a window seat on the bus headed for Hades.