God is buried - When you picture God, what do you see? Thanks to exposure to the DeMille epic The Ten Commandments at a tender age, I envision a stern eyed, white haired man parting the Red Sea with his staff, a vision I suspect I share with millions of boomers. Charlton Heston only got the Moses credit, but he made a far deeper, more lasting impression than that cheesy burning bush. The NRA, and anyone else utilizing Mr. Heston as a spokesman, sent the ultimate subliminal message.
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