#class of 2016

how it feels when one verse fits the characters insanely but the rest of the song doesnt

RED EYE EFFECT

So this is the conversation that got Matthew Leys banned. There's nothing unusual about it really. It's typical schlock from BJU loyalists--full of accusations, misinformation, and distraction.

It's from six years ago, however!

For those just catching up, this week in clutching his pearls over a WutBJU reader's comments about John Monroe's parallel "get-outta-Dodge" resignation, Matthew Leys mentioned the following:

I can’t comment on that page because Camille banned me from commenting because I engaged in and evidence-based conversation that made her uncomfortable so unfortunately, I don’t have a way to respond there to your despicable comment, so I guess here will have to do.

Aww. That's sad. So what did Matthew Leys say after Micah Pretlove's arrest for sexually assaulting a minor on the BJU campus? Mind you, Mr. Leys had just graduated from BJU in 2016 with a MA in Biblical Studies when he made these comments. You may not be able to see it because he is banned from WutBJU's FB page.

So for the record, Mr. Leys, you didn't have evidence nor was I uncomfortable. Your need for narcissistic supply was distracting the conversation from the victims of Micah Pretlove.

And clearly now six years later, you're still reading WutBJU. Thanks for your loyalty! But one has to wonder:

Ransom rushes into the restaurant where he’s meeting Lardo, fifteen minutes late. It’s way better than previous times, but still really shitty, and he slides into the booth with apologies already on his lips. She’s only ordered water so far, and sits comfortably curled up with her heels on the booth seat. She looks up when he slides in and levels him a stare that used to send him straight into apologies and groveling.

Now it just makes him a little hot under the collar.

“You’re late,” Lardo says fondly.

“I know, I know, I am so sorry. It was only 15 minutes though, that’s gotta count for something?” He winces.

She breaks her stare with a grin a moment later. “Yeah I was fucking with you. I got here late, I’ve only been here for like five minutes,” she laughs.

“Oh my God, I hate you,” Ransom says, letting out a big breath and sliding down dramatically in the booth. “I was so worried that you were here for a while.”

“Nah, I know when you’re coming from work that you’re more likely to be late. It’s all good. Plus, I got caught up in a project,” she says, and Ransom can see the twinkle in here eye that shows when she’s really excited about it.

“Tell me all about it,” he says, and takes off his coat to get more comfortable.

She follows suit, taking off her coat and sliding her heels onto the floor, while talking animatedly about her newest creation. Ransom puts his head on his hands and listens intently, enamored. He must have gone all gooey eyes, because she’s blushing a little even though she hasn’t stopped talking.

“Anyway, that’s what I’m working on. Stop staring at me, and tell me about your day,” she says, pulling up the collar of her way too big t shirt over her nose in embarrassment. Ransom laughs at her.

“Wait, is that my shirt?” Ransom says, and she hides her entire face this time.

“Yes, I missed you at home so I’ve been wearing it,” she says, indignant, tone losing its impact by being muffled through her shirt.

“Aw, babe. I love you,” Ransom says and she comes out of hiding with a groan.

“Shut up; tell me about your day, and let’s eat so we can go back home and I can lay on you for a few hours,” she says gruffly.