Sunday, June 29, 2008

Fly Away

Here's what I am sick of ---- the word androgynous-- that's what! In most of the world and I am talking here of the animal world which most of the weirdos would insist we are part of..... there are two of each species..... male and female.... only in this NYT world of mush and such.. we are what we chose to be and often we are neither male nor female but somewhere in the zone of whatever.

Go create your own planet and while you are at it . . . . . fly off to it. Thank you very much......bye now!

Saturday, June 28, 2008

That's a Great Idea! Let's Study It

There is a difference between posting directly to Blogger and doing this Word document which will be hashed and rehashed and finally copied and pasted when it’s ready. Somehow, I feel more creative when I am writing direct to the blog. This version makes me self-conscious. The direct route eliminates the “has to be perfect since you can take your time with it” agony. Direct is – wham – spell check – post it. What could be better?

Random thoughts:

Just listened to J. Vernon McGee as he is taking us on the Bible Bus through the Book of Job. He is saying that although Job is a truly righteous man, he is still a man and as such is a sinner. Job’s sin is the sin of pride. He is almost boasting in the proclamation of his righteousness. We know God felt that Job was righteous since that’s how the whole ordeal started. “Look at My servant Job.” And Satan did. There you go. But as the ordeal plays out, Satan was right but wrong. Job does fall victim to the sin of pride and as C.S. Lewis said, that’s the big one Elizabeth. Maybe he didn’t quite say that but you know what I mean. I have to say that J. Vernon always hits the nail on the head. I was always so puzzled about Job. Why, if he is such a righteous man, and he was, did he suffer so? That pride thing was hidden way underneath and had to come to the surface in order to be fixed. I’m not through with that lesson yet…the Bible Bus is still rolling on but thought I would expound on my latest epiphany. This Job thing makes so much more sense now.

As I often do, as I become mired in epiphany, I must search for more sides to the story. I was googling the Job issue and came upon an analysis by Robert Sutherland. The introduction to Mr. Sutherland is that, among other things he is a Senior Fellow at the Mortimer J. Adler Centre for the Study of Great Ideas. Does anyone else find that wildly amusing? Doesn’t it sound to you as if a group of 10 year olds got together and came up with that name? They tossed around a few before zeroing in on that “Study of Great Ideas” part don’t you think? I know these places are “think tanks” and are filled with gigantic brains and those brains think thoughts so wide and deep that I get the bends thinking about how deep they go. I go back to the name of that center and can’t help but think that Rocket J Squirrel is on the Board of Directors along with Mr. Peabody. I hope that I hear the “Great Idea” before I am told where it was studied. Then I might not be taken with the laughing fit and I will actually hear it.


Friday, June 27, 2008

In Poor Taste

Coming up empty but these headlines caused me to think...there are more wildfires in California and they're heading to the Big Sur...what can be left to burn? From my vantage point here on the East Coast it seems that between the mudslides and the fires of the recent past there can't possibly be much left to burn. Just sayin'.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Save the Planet?

Just read on a blog that they were disabling their ice-maker because it uses so much energy and that is soooo green. Have to ask. How does using less energy in my house bring more energy to those third world countries that have none? (I guess my next question might be, shouldn’t we be trying to help those countries raise themselves up instead of rushing to join them in poverty and lack of comforts?) How does my lack of an icemaker help reduce the temperature of the planet? Will fewer ice cubes here increase the life of the planet by one breath? Isn’t God in charge of all of this? I read somewhere, oh yeah, the Bible that we are unable to add one minute to our lives. Is it different for the planet?

It just all fits in with the Communist Code or is it the Mother Earth Code or the Goricle's Code. Don’t try to work to get what your neighbor has, take it away from him and make him as miserable as you are… that’s fair and balanced.

I know, there are no Communists in existence and if there were they would be swell and self sacrificial and not at all like Stalin or Marx or Castro or Chavez or -- I forgot. They were/are all swell and remarkable if I am reading the papers correctly. Sorry don't read the papers anymore.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Developing Capitalists

Just read on a psych type blog that young people, regardless of the age, support socialism since it lends itself to the illusion that it is fairer. Well, when I was young, I never went for that nonsense. I think it was because life was never fair and no one in my living area ever said it was. Life was sport. Life was competitive. Living well meant that you had to play the game, show no weakness, be tough, in your face, well - - you get it. And I was the girl and I was the baby so imagine what the older boys were like!!! My Dad was a self employed, hard working, great provider for his family. He had room for everyone in his home and never said a word about his wife’s family ever. My uncles and aunts. . . my mother’s brothers and sisters came to our house for dinner, for weekends, for weeks and months at a time when they needed to. My oldest brother, who always had a hair across his you know where about my Dad, finally said, after my Dad died, that he always admired my Dad’s generosity. He realized how tough it must have been for a young family to take on more people and when quarters were not spacious to include other families. For us, the kids, it was no big deal to shove over and let anyone else in our rooms or beds or space. It just was the way it was. For the adults, it must have been kind of squeaky to have all those other people and only one bathroom. You are the only one working and all the others are home, eating the food you pay for and using all your stuff. Of course, back then, we didn’t have much stuff.

One of my many, many cousins was asked how many were in her family. “Oh I have one sister.” “That’s it?”, the questioner responded in amazement. “You always appear, to me, to have come from a large family.” My cousin then explained how all of us, from whatever age always piled in together, especially in the summer since we had a summer place right near, not on the ocean. “We put boards on the kitchen chairs to provide more seats. The table leaves were in and the table extended as far as it could go. Add water to the soup or the beans and open another can of something or other.” We always laugh about those summers. We agree that that is what made us neat travelers. Never unpack or you lose your stuff. We learned to keep our very few things in small areas and put away. If it could be seen it was up for grabs. That communism stuff is ok when it comes to family and friends who are going through hard times but honestly. Every one of my relatives who bunked in with us found jobs and got their own place and every one of us missed them when they left but honestly, when there’s only one bathroom? Give me a break! That turns out capitalist kids every. single. time.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

More Chesterton

because I love him and find this statement to be so relevant....If he only knew what the Nanny Staters were doing to us.

Can we throw smoking into this, maybe seat belts and helmets and baby seats for 12 year olds and cell phone use and on and on and on...........

"The free man owns himself. He can damage himself with either eating or drinking; he can ruin himself with gambling. If he does he is certainly a damn fool, and he might possibly be a damned soul; but if he may not, he is not a free man any more than a dog." - Broadcast talk 6-11-35

Saturday, June 07, 2008

GK Chesterton

My country, right or wrong," is a thing that no patriot would think of saying except in a desperate case. It is like saying, "My mother, drunk or sober."
G. K. ChestertonEnglish author & mystery novelist (1874 - 1936)

How right is he???

Thursday, June 05, 2008

Ray of Hope

What a ray of hope to read that neither Mugabe nor Ahmadinejad were included in the UN Summit Dinner held in Italy. Equally hopeful is the number of demonstrators protesting the Iranian madness and the sanity that seems to have made a return to public discussion. It seems that men of substance are blaming Mugabe for the horrors in Zimbabwe. Well at least they are blaming him for the hunger there. Mugabe, as he has done in the past, blames Bush (why not) and Blair. This time the press actually printed the blame Mugabe story first and his dribblings as an after thought. Funny isn’t it? Perhaps that sanity has always been there and it just was not part of the press’s party line. Why quote men of character and good sense when there are tyrants and dictators to prop up. The press and our vocal politicians have never met a socialist/communist they didn’t love. Push the agenda until perhaps you can read in the winds that the people, that great unwashed mass out there in the hinterland, yes those typical tax payers, gun lovers, bible toters, those people of all shapes, sizes and colors, those people are just not buying it. Ever one to be on the winning side those people of the press are perhaps realizing they had better throw us a crumb and appear to be real reporters without bias. Riiiight! I’m liking that ray of light whatever the reason it is being given the opportunity to shine.

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Snake Pit

I have been in a terrible slump. The news and keeping away from it is so hard. The constant drumbeat of "gloom, doom, doom, and we are the problem" is driving me nuts. In addition to that I have been facing huge chunks of disappointments in real life. People are not who they seem to be. I trust too much. I am an idiot! There are so many knives in my back that I look like a porcupine. Some of those knives went in so easily I barely felt them and they had to be pointed out to me. Some day this will all be a book.

Behind the door of my home, when I'm there, all is well. My husband and dog are there for me. I have a few close and wonderful friends. I am lucky they are there. I must concentrate on the good and leave the snakes to feed on themselves. They will you know. They only have each other and they know they're snakes. I will pray for them.