The Ten Commandments as Interpreted by a White Guy With a Yacht, a Porn Habit, and a God Complex

An Unholy Liturgy of Flags, Lies, and Midlife Theocracy

There was a time when the Ten Commandments meant something. Not in the real world, of course. Just in the sanctimonious brains of boomers who hung them over their toilets and voted for men who broke all ten before breakfast. The tablets were never laws. They were branding. A religious bumper sticker…