It's a Southern Baptist world after all

The Southern Baptist Convention has called off its nine-year boycott of the Walt Disney Company.

And there was much rejoicing.

If you're a Southern Baptist, you can once again take your Mickey Mouse wristwatch out of the sock drawer and wear it with pride. You can load up your Wal-Mart shopping cart with Disney DVDs. You can take the wife and the little Baptists to a Disney theme park and have yourselves a gay old time.

Well...maybe not.

That was what started the whole boycott business in the first place.

Given that nothing has really changed at Disney during the past nine years (these are, after all, the people who bring you the salacious Desperate Housewives every Sunday night), it doesn't appear that the boycott accomplished much. The Disney folks seem to have done quite well for themselves without the constant influx of Southern Baptist cash (although... I don't want to tell tales out of school, but the last time we were at Disneyland, there were quite a few folks enjoying the festivities who had that Southern Baptist look about them — though they might have been Mormons; you can't always tell), and I guess all the little Southern Baptist kidlets grew up just fine without Lilo & Stitch and Lindsay Lohan.

Me, I was just relieved to learn that the initials of my high-speed Internet provider didn't stand for "Southern Baptist Convention."