so. clearly this is about the eighth time i have tried to revive my struggling blog career.
.in an effort to prevent this from being an MJwashingtonwizards moment, i have made a decision:
. i will no longer allow the SERIOUS misspellings of my past to dictate the writings of my future. looking at past blogs, i keep thinking "my, these were funny/insightful/arrogantly self-righteous," while simultaneously thinking "these would be frickamazing if i didn't spell like bryan hill."
.and so, while i clearly still do not desire to use capital letters or apostrophes, and, for silly reasons of personal aesthetic, will continue to overuse the period (but not the comma. never the comma)....
.i WILL improve and attempt to perfect my published spelling.
.now that we have gotten that out of the way--i know you are thinking: why, in God's great name, does this chick expect me to get back into "brittany goes to washington" after i have been burned so many times in the past? after all of the trials and tribulations, how dj bnapperish (now known affectionately as ms. packnett) has toyed with my emotions--how can i trust her again?
.there is a simple answer. you can't trust me. you can like me. even love me. but in this blogosphere, i can't be trusted.
.i can't be trusted to be consistent, at least. you can trust that i will TRY my darnedest to keep it up this time. especially as my life has changed drastically since the last i wrote you...
.let's see...i teach now. (way to go TFA/DCPS).
.3rd grade. martin luther king elementary school. se. dc. 27 kids. 2nd year. you better ask somebody.
.im darn near married. which contributes greatly to my changing view of the world. don't ask me how. i haven't decided how it has yet--but it has.
.mostly i am back here because my musings need an outlet.
.and boy do i have a million of them these days.
.so here, as always, is a randomly-ordered amalgamation of those twisted thoughts:
.A*mal`ga*ma"tion\, n. [Cf. F. amalgamation.]
2. The mixing or blending of different elements, races, societies, etc.; also, the result of such combination or blending; a homogeneous union. --Macaulay.
.webster's revised unabridged dictionary--know it, love it.
.yes. i am obsessed with tina fey. she may be the only label i ever have for any of my posts.
.but seriously--think about her for a second. whether or not you like her politics, she makes you laugh in a way that does not demean, but does challenge; does not anger, but does provoke; does not offend, but rather gently whispers our absolute and silly idiosyncrasies to each of us in such a way that we desire to live, at the very least, with more self-depricating laughter in our lives.
.frickamazing she is.
.speaking of which. that was not a misspelling. frickamazing is a word made up by some silly wisconsinites (wisconsinans? wisconsinese? wiscosillies?) and passed along to the likes of me: a sophisticated st. louisan. you wiscosillies should thank me--i have just made your silly, albeit charming little word famous among the tens of tens who will read this very post. consider yourself blessed. beyond. measure.
.education should be on the hearts and minds of everyone who has a heart. or a mind. not just because the single most defining action of any government how it educates ALL of its people. not just because its an election year and the next administration has the power to overturn how educators educate and how children learn. not just because we all know that knowledge is power and its time that the powerful stop withholding the knowledge. not just because poor education and social skills create and perpetuate cycles of ignorance, poverty, neglect, and systematic suffering. not just because children are, for the most part, without offense, and deserve much more than we give.
.but mostly because its right. and some things you truly, absolutely do for righteousness sake.
.its on my heart and mind (in other words, i teach for america) because every time i look at my own, my children who look just like me, i get overwhelmingly frustrated, sad, furious...
.because i watch, daily, how the dearth of knowledge destructs families, marriages, the well-intentioned, the communities...
. i watch children have no respect for authorities who don't or can't hit them, because they have been trained to respond only to the strikes with which their parents reign as a first--instead of last--resort.
. i hear children singing about licking lollipops because no one taught their parents that life changes after children.
. i watch teachers tear down children because they are driven crazy by the system, and have no outlet but to beat up the weaker among us.
. so which came first? the overwhelmed authority figures who don't know (or lack the remaining mental fortitude) to raise our children properly? or the piss poor system that educated them too?
...
"you don't scare me. i teach"
i'm out.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Friday, December 07, 2007
.b is back in effect.
.recently inspired by the blogged musings of an old friend. i have decided its time to begin again.
.there are many reasons why you shouldnt call this a comeback.
.mainly. its because i been here for years. (just like i told ya tha last time!)
.but also. i've been mouthing off plenty to cats and subjecting those in my immediate circle to the musings via my god-given blog/t-mobile supported texting.
.therefore plenty has been said.
.it just hasnt been said here.
.mostly because some of things i have been mouthing off about are not for public consumption. (read: im a district employee and am NOT tryna be one of mike moore's film case studies.)
.so this time around. expect that the things i am truely upset about may not make it on the page.
.BUT. be not alarmed. in a world where britney spears is again pregnant, theres a sleeper in the white house, and i teach children in SE...there's plenty to rant about.
.so speaking of britney spears. lets get to the ranting.
.honestly. as easy as it is to talk about the girl like she is the antiChrist. i really am in defense of her.
.now. dont get me wrong. i do NOT think she should continue to procreate at this particular, uncertain, album-sales laggin and no-abs havin juncture in her life.
.and. let it be said. i will not defend her in the crazed way that poor blonde boy did.
.but. lets be real here. she had no childhood. (a la M. Jackson...WHO by is looking downright unreal in his gender-bending turn in Ebony...i mean seriously. its like to wong foo without wesley's testosterone and natural dark skin.)
.i mean. she was on star search as a fetus. MMC as an infant (why? because we like you. said justin timberlake). and dancing with boas and belly button rings as a toddler.
.and we really expect this person to know how to raise a child as an busty adolescent? i think not.
.besides. looked who she picked for the baby daddy and you realize her judgement is like yours after a few shots of yager. and some tequila. and some patron. and some paint chips.
.and now for something completely different.
.imus is back.
.even though thats not really where i am going with this. its a fine place to commence.
.im not surprised.
.those chi-town johnsons are not surprised.
.you should also not be surprised.
.save surprise for when isiah thomas is once again preston burke.
.but do not be surprised that imus is back.
.with black sidekicks.
.you should also not be surprised that black people were willing to be cogs in his cowboy machine.
.thats showbiz, folks.
.and certainly. if we can coon enough to write, produce, and star in lovlies like white chicks, the cookout, and a little one called why these fools came to parent teacher conferences high (unfortunately starring yours truly)....
.if we can coon enough for that. we can coon for the man in the cowboy hat.
.after all. all he did was say what hip hop has been saying for years.
.right?
.right.
.and wrong.
.maybe imus never heard that whole tirade from his mother about not jumping off of an offensive and ignorant cliff of financial security and network employment even if your friends do it. but he should have known better for even opening up his mouth to blame his actions on somebody else.
.but it is true.
.we have been callin eachother those lovely words for so long.
.in fact. we have been paying cats to do it. we're awesome.
.maybe its because i teach third graders who think its funny to call eachother bitches and hoes that i simply dont have any room for it anymore.
.maybe its because the last time i went out with a black laywer, he called me a ho when i didnt let him put his hand on my breast (classy he was...) that i cant tolerate it anymore.
.but there is something to be said about the fact that mass public consumption of any artifact of life will ALWAYS lend itself to a lifestyle change.
.think about it. trans fats. the return of leggings and off-the-shoulder sweaters. the rachel haircut. hip hop in general.
.when people consume enough of something, they are forced to abide as its remnants.
.and who are the remnants of the cavalier mysogyny of hip hop?
.we who are forced to get stuck in the most torrid and complicated love affair of our lives.
.black women of my generation have a complicated relationship with hip hop.
.we grew up on the same block. we were coming out of our mama's wombs the same time Beat Street and Breakin came out theirs.
.we were getting the training wheels tightned on our bikes just in time to catch Yo! and dance with ed and dre.
.we got our first walkman in time to witness hip hop soul's invention.
.we got our first discman in time to be ready to die.
.so how should it make us feel that the one we love so dearly. the one we loved most cause he had so much soul. the one we were most intimate with, for this was the baby of our generation, grows up to pimp slap us every chance it gets?
.baby. you can be so much more.
.and like any good woman. ready to whip a baby daddy. cheatin but good man. or wayward child into shape.
.im gonna tell you that your roses really smell like boo boo.
.and its time to grow up.
.there are many reasons why you shouldnt call this a comeback.
.mainly. its because i been here for years. (just like i told ya tha last time!)
.but also. i've been mouthing off plenty to cats and subjecting those in my immediate circle to the musings via my god-given blog/t-mobile supported texting.
.therefore plenty has been said.
.it just hasnt been said here.
.mostly because some of things i have been mouthing off about are not for public consumption. (read: im a district employee and am NOT tryna be one of mike moore's film case studies.)
.so this time around. expect that the things i am truely upset about may not make it on the page.
.BUT. be not alarmed. in a world where britney spears is again pregnant, theres a sleeper in the white house, and i teach children in SE...there's plenty to rant about.
.so speaking of britney spears. lets get to the ranting.
.honestly. as easy as it is to talk about the girl like she is the antiChrist. i really am in defense of her.
.now. dont get me wrong. i do NOT think she should continue to procreate at this particular, uncertain, album-sales laggin and no-abs havin juncture in her life.
.and. let it be said. i will not defend her in the crazed way that poor blonde boy did.
.but. lets be real here. she had no childhood. (a la M. Jackson...WHO by is looking downright unreal in his gender-bending turn in Ebony...i mean seriously. its like to wong foo without wesley's testosterone and natural dark skin.)
.i mean. she was on star search as a fetus. MMC as an infant (why? because we like you. said justin timberlake). and dancing with boas and belly button rings as a toddler.
.and we really expect this person to know how to raise a child as an busty adolescent? i think not.
.besides. looked who she picked for the baby daddy and you realize her judgement is like yours after a few shots of yager. and some tequila. and some patron. and some paint chips.
.and now for something completely different.
.imus is back.
.even though thats not really where i am going with this. its a fine place to commence.
.im not surprised.
.those chi-town johnsons are not surprised.
.you should also not be surprised.
.save surprise for when isiah thomas is once again preston burke.
.but do not be surprised that imus is back.
.with black sidekicks.
.you should also not be surprised that black people were willing to be cogs in his cowboy machine.
.thats showbiz, folks.
.and certainly. if we can coon enough to write, produce, and star in lovlies like white chicks, the cookout, and a little one called why these fools came to parent teacher conferences high (unfortunately starring yours truly)....
.if we can coon enough for that. we can coon for the man in the cowboy hat.
.after all. all he did was say what hip hop has been saying for years.
.right?
.right.
.and wrong.
.maybe imus never heard that whole tirade from his mother about not jumping off of an offensive and ignorant cliff of financial security and network employment even if your friends do it. but he should have known better for even opening up his mouth to blame his actions on somebody else.
.but it is true.
.we have been callin eachother those lovely words for so long.
.in fact. we have been paying cats to do it. we're awesome.
.maybe its because i teach third graders who think its funny to call eachother bitches and hoes that i simply dont have any room for it anymore.
.maybe its because the last time i went out with a black laywer, he called me a ho when i didnt let him put his hand on my breast (classy he was...) that i cant tolerate it anymore.
.but there is something to be said about the fact that mass public consumption of any artifact of life will ALWAYS lend itself to a lifestyle change.
.think about it. trans fats. the return of leggings and off-the-shoulder sweaters. the rachel haircut. hip hop in general.
.when people consume enough of something, they are forced to abide as its remnants.
.and who are the remnants of the cavalier mysogyny of hip hop?
.we who are forced to get stuck in the most torrid and complicated love affair of our lives.
.black women of my generation have a complicated relationship with hip hop.
.we grew up on the same block. we were coming out of our mama's wombs the same time Beat Street and Breakin came out theirs.
.we were getting the training wheels tightned on our bikes just in time to catch Yo! and dance with ed and dre.
.we got our first walkman in time to witness hip hop soul's invention.
.we got our first discman in time to be ready to die.
.so how should it make us feel that the one we love so dearly. the one we loved most cause he had so much soul. the one we were most intimate with, for this was the baby of our generation, grows up to pimp slap us every chance it gets?
.baby. you can be so much more.
.and like any good woman. ready to whip a baby daddy. cheatin but good man. or wayward child into shape.
.im gonna tell you that your roses really smell like boo boo.
.and its time to grow up.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Musings on Past & Present American Life, or, "I never knew I would kinda like Barry Goldwater."
what is this--my second or third comeback?
well, don't call it a comeback.
i've been here for years.
you really shouldn't call it a comeback because i probably won't really be "back" till after the DC move and the commencing of my new life as a Teach For America teacher (a la jon garr.)
but here's to hoping. i missed this. and if i have the time to do it more often, i will.
ISAIAH THOMAS.
upon hearing the news that dr. burke is getting fired, i was pissed.
but for more reasons than you probably think.
if you havent heard the hype, ya boy (who is, by the by, a black man) called fellow actor t.r. knight (adorable george--who just asked cassie to marry him!!! 'nother conversation...) a faggot when talking to costar patrick 'mcdreamy' dempsy.
they had put the unfortunate incident behind them... until ya boy said it again at the golden globes.
yeah--that negro is getting fired.
so HERE'S why i'm pissed:
one.
i love grey's anatomy. any changes to the cast hurt me personally. seriously.
two.
the reaction by a lot of black folk was outrage--that he would be fired. i listed to my favorite radio program, News and Notes on NPR, and the african american roundtable said that judgement should be reserved, and actually ridiculed the incident, as if his using of this word was not something to be appalled by.
these scholars and purveyors of quality public radio lost some serious respect from me that night.
to assert that we should be offended by kramer and not by mr. thomas is to spit on dr. kings legacy. i mean, we just honored the man ten days ago.
so what happened to "injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere?" riiiiight.
i know that being gay should not be equated to being black--such is a comparison of great controversy and i for one, think its an uneven and false analogy at best.
but faggot hurts just as much as nigger. remember when klansmen were calling us nigger and burning us on trees?
well what do you think the sticks they used to burn gays were called?
thats right: faggots.
so lets be outraged by that word to, eh? its only right.
fire him.
three.
here was a black man poised to do so many positive things:
he was a working black actor on a quality and successful television show.
on a major network (i think there are a few too many of us on the CW...).
on a show written and created by a BLACK WOMAN. (did you think "shondaland" was the production company of a white lady??)
dating a asian woman (challenging rules about interracial love AND shattering the myth that asian women aren't sexy).
AND he was a doctor. poised to be head of surgery. succeeding another black head of surgery.
i know its fiction...but imagine the kind of positive impact he could have had on the color landscape of tv...and on little black boy's dreams of becoming doctors...and on little chinese and korean girls knowing they, without plastic surgery to alter their ethnic identities, are beautiful.
but no.
he had to be a bigot. another homophobic black man who, instead of facing his own demons in a private and classy way,
broke down and had a nigga moment for the world to see. he made a fool of himself and ruined an opportunity for more black folk than himself.
like i said.
fire him. and quick.
before i take of my earrings, get some vaseline, and whoop his tail.
CROWN ROYAL.
so, one night last week, on my way home from church, i was getting gas from the bp.
at the corner of MLK and Kingshighway.
i know what you're thinking: why was she in the hood at night, alone, getting gas (cause you know MLK boulevard is in the ghetto...even if you've never been to the lou.)
well, the answer: a sista needed gas. (obviously).
but thats not why i'm telling this story. (and J.O., please don't kill me for getting gas there...i know you hate it.)
i'm telling this story to tell you what i saw: a crown royal wallet.
no--not a real wallet made by the crown royal company, but rather, a bag in which crown royal liquor is sold, being used to hold green bills and jingling things.
i was getting in my car after pumping in only $5 (not cause i'm broke, but cause i was trying to get only enough gas to make it home before the resident wino started verbally assaulting me....)
and i turned and noticed two guys buying cigarettes. one of them pulled out of his pocket a gold string and a purple velvet bag, reach inside, and pull out dollar dollar bills, ya'll.
it wasn't that i thought the invention itself was silly: if nothing else has, the ingenuity of the african american people has made it possible for us to survive. (Chitlin's anyone? or how about a pig ear sandwich...) I mean, shoot--t.i. and the rest of his trapper friends only use rubber bands, and he went platinum for it.
what really actually concerned me was why he had decided to use that particular bag?
was he using it simply for practical reasons--had his pops just bought a bottle and he needed something to hold his leftover Christmas money?
or was he using it for symbolic reasons?
was he using it to show the ladies that he drinks the "good" stuff (an arguable judgement of quality, i admit)?
was he a Que? (hahahahah...sorry, 'shida)
in other words, was it supposed to be some kind of status symbol? like the way girls will keep a tiffany's box on her dresser, even if the cheapest thing in the store came in it from her dad or freshman boyfriend...
if the latter was the case, then we are in a more sorry state of affairs than i had ever suspected.
i shouldn't be surprised--but we should be asking ourselves to more carefully consider that which we aspire to, and what we use to identify ourselves as major players.
true, the superiority of degrees from certain institutions may be frustrating and/or artificial, at least its about a degree--education.
but the supremacy of the cristal bottle, the la perla, and the rocking of purple labels, while nice luxuries to be able to afford, are just that--luxuries, and ought not be simple status symbols that people spend their entire pep boys paychecks to get a hold of just to create the image of wealth and monetary success.
seriously.
BARRY GOLDWATER.
i was watching this HBO documentary called "Mr. Conservative: Goldwater."
it was directed by his granddaughter.
so i know what you're thinking (again): 'it was a soft, cuddly piece which was clouded by the affection of a grandchild.'
maybe.
but there was so little that i knew about him before watching this documentary, biased or not, that it taught me to have a brand new respect for this man who i had always thought a pure demon of the political inferno.
the fact of the matter is that, though he opposed the Civil Rights act of '64, he was also in favor of a woman's right to choose and of gays in the military.
The reason for his opinions on all three of these issues were based upon his most staunchly held political belief: limited federal government. He believed that the government should not legislate a woman's choice over her own body. He believed that the denial of gay men and women's membership in the armed forced was to interfere in the issues service men and women were capable of handling themselves.
this was of course also the reason he voted against the civil rights act in 1964: he thought (and i , of course, disagree) that mississippi could fix mississippi, and that the only way to handle the situation was to convince them of the immorality of segregation.
this, while wonderfully idealistic and moving in a lionel richie we are the world kinda way, was inconceivably insane, as such an approach would have taken generations and left tens of thousands more dead black men and women in its wake.
but we can always say that senator goldwater was consistent.
his support and opposition of the aforementioned topics were all based on the same principle.
this, i realized just tonight, is my major problem with the current Christian right. its a conservative movement which claims to be built on principles, but which possesses no consistency.
"all human life is sacred," they (read: president bush and his minions) say. and so they oppose abortions. fair enough (i guess).
but if all human life is sacred, why are you pro-death penalty?
why do you call efforts for universal health care "socialist agendas" instead of recognizing the fact that 45 million americans not having health care is, itself, an abomination? (or why do you ignore the health care fight altogether? is THIS not sinful?)
when Christian conservatives start being just as consistent as Mr. Goldwater, they will earn my (unexpected) respect...and maybe, even, my vote.
till next time...
well, don't call it a comeback.
i've been here for years.
you really shouldn't call it a comeback because i probably won't really be "back" till after the DC move and the commencing of my new life as a Teach For America teacher (a la jon garr.)
but here's to hoping. i missed this. and if i have the time to do it more often, i will.
ISAIAH THOMAS.
upon hearing the news that dr. burke is getting fired, i was pissed.
but for more reasons than you probably think.
if you havent heard the hype, ya boy (who is, by the by, a black man) called fellow actor t.r. knight (adorable george--who just asked cassie to marry him!!! 'nother conversation...) a faggot when talking to costar patrick 'mcdreamy' dempsy.
they had put the unfortunate incident behind them... until ya boy said it again at the golden globes.
yeah--that negro is getting fired.
so HERE'S why i'm pissed:
one.
i love grey's anatomy. any changes to the cast hurt me personally. seriously.
two.
the reaction by a lot of black folk was outrage--that he would be fired. i listed to my favorite radio program, News and Notes on NPR, and the african american roundtable said that judgement should be reserved, and actually ridiculed the incident, as if his using of this word was not something to be appalled by.
these scholars and purveyors of quality public radio lost some serious respect from me that night.
to assert that we should be offended by kramer and not by mr. thomas is to spit on dr. kings legacy. i mean, we just honored the man ten days ago.
so what happened to "injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere?" riiiiight.
i know that being gay should not be equated to being black--such is a comparison of great controversy and i for one, think its an uneven and false analogy at best.
but faggot hurts just as much as nigger. remember when klansmen were calling us nigger and burning us on trees?
well what do you think the sticks they used to burn gays were called?
thats right: faggots.
so lets be outraged by that word to, eh? its only right.
fire him.
three.
here was a black man poised to do so many positive things:
he was a working black actor on a quality and successful television show.
on a major network (i think there are a few too many of us on the CW...).
on a show written and created by a BLACK WOMAN. (did you think "shondaland" was the production company of a white lady??)
dating a asian woman (challenging rules about interracial love AND shattering the myth that asian women aren't sexy).
AND he was a doctor. poised to be head of surgery. succeeding another black head of surgery.
i know its fiction...but imagine the kind of positive impact he could have had on the color landscape of tv...and on little black boy's dreams of becoming doctors...and on little chinese and korean girls knowing they, without plastic surgery to alter their ethnic identities, are beautiful.
but no.
he had to be a bigot. another homophobic black man who, instead of facing his own demons in a private and classy way,
broke down and had a nigga moment for the world to see. he made a fool of himself and ruined an opportunity for more black folk than himself.
like i said.
fire him. and quick.
before i take of my earrings, get some vaseline, and whoop his tail.
CROWN ROYAL.
so, one night last week, on my way home from church, i was getting gas from the bp.
at the corner of MLK and Kingshighway.
i know what you're thinking: why was she in the hood at night, alone, getting gas (cause you know MLK boulevard is in the ghetto...even if you've never been to the lou.)
well, the answer: a sista needed gas. (obviously).
but thats not why i'm telling this story. (and J.O., please don't kill me for getting gas there...i know you hate it.)
i'm telling this story to tell you what i saw: a crown royal wallet.
no--not a real wallet made by the crown royal company, but rather, a bag in which crown royal liquor is sold, being used to hold green bills and jingling things.
i was getting in my car after pumping in only $5 (not cause i'm broke, but cause i was trying to get only enough gas to make it home before the resident wino started verbally assaulting me....)
and i turned and noticed two guys buying cigarettes. one of them pulled out of his pocket a gold string and a purple velvet bag, reach inside, and pull out dollar dollar bills, ya'll.
it wasn't that i thought the invention itself was silly: if nothing else has, the ingenuity of the african american people has made it possible for us to survive. (Chitlin's anyone? or how about a pig ear sandwich...) I mean, shoot--t.i. and the rest of his trapper friends only use rubber bands, and he went platinum for it.
what really actually concerned me was why he had decided to use that particular bag?
was he using it simply for practical reasons--had his pops just bought a bottle and he needed something to hold his leftover Christmas money?
or was he using it for symbolic reasons?
was he using it to show the ladies that he drinks the "good" stuff (an arguable judgement of quality, i admit)?
was he a Que? (hahahahah...sorry, 'shida)
in other words, was it supposed to be some kind of status symbol? like the way girls will keep a tiffany's box on her dresser, even if the cheapest thing in the store came in it from her dad or freshman boyfriend...
if the latter was the case, then we are in a more sorry state of affairs than i had ever suspected.
i shouldn't be surprised--but we should be asking ourselves to more carefully consider that which we aspire to, and what we use to identify ourselves as major players.
true, the superiority of degrees from certain institutions may be frustrating and/or artificial, at least its about a degree--education.
but the supremacy of the cristal bottle, the la perla, and the rocking of purple labels, while nice luxuries to be able to afford, are just that--luxuries, and ought not be simple status symbols that people spend their entire pep boys paychecks to get a hold of just to create the image of wealth and monetary success.
seriously.
BARRY GOLDWATER.
i was watching this HBO documentary called "Mr. Conservative: Goldwater."
it was directed by his granddaughter.
so i know what you're thinking (again): 'it was a soft, cuddly piece which was clouded by the affection of a grandchild.'
maybe.
but there was so little that i knew about him before watching this documentary, biased or not, that it taught me to have a brand new respect for this man who i had always thought a pure demon of the political inferno.
the fact of the matter is that, though he opposed the Civil Rights act of '64, he was also in favor of a woman's right to choose and of gays in the military.
The reason for his opinions on all three of these issues were based upon his most staunchly held political belief: limited federal government. He believed that the government should not legislate a woman's choice over her own body. He believed that the denial of gay men and women's membership in the armed forced was to interfere in the issues service men and women were capable of handling themselves.
this was of course also the reason he voted against the civil rights act in 1964: he thought (and i , of course, disagree) that mississippi could fix mississippi, and that the only way to handle the situation was to convince them of the immorality of segregation.
this, while wonderfully idealistic and moving in a lionel richie we are the world kinda way, was inconceivably insane, as such an approach would have taken generations and left tens of thousands more dead black men and women in its wake.
but we can always say that senator goldwater was consistent.
his support and opposition of the aforementioned topics were all based on the same principle.
this, i realized just tonight, is my major problem with the current Christian right. its a conservative movement which claims to be built on principles, but which possesses no consistency.
"all human life is sacred," they (read: president bush and his minions) say. and so they oppose abortions. fair enough (i guess).
but if all human life is sacred, why are you pro-death penalty?
why do you call efforts for universal health care "socialist agendas" instead of recognizing the fact that 45 million americans not having health care is, itself, an abomination? (or why do you ignore the health care fight altogether? is THIS not sinful?)
when Christian conservatives start being just as consistent as Mr. Goldwater, they will earn my (unexpected) respect...and maybe, even, my vote.
till next time...
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
.today in history.
.short post:
.this day is actually an important day in black history.
.for many reasons.
.1894. e. franklin frazier-premier black sociologist--is born.
.1920. bird parker-also known as charlie, the prince of jazz-is born.
.1924.dinah washington-dynamo jazz singer--is born.
.1957. the civil rights act of 57--which established the civil rights commission which frankie freeman was once in charge of--is passed.
.1958. mr. jackson--the king of pop-is born.
.1962. mal goode becomes the first black news correspondant on abc.
.2005. new orleans is hit--and subsequently forgotten about.
.today: remember all those katrina took from us by sending up a prayer. and not just a prayer for them, but a prayer that God might prick the hearts of the government that ignored them. there is still work to be done, so do your part.
.today's quote:
dignitatires including ray nagin and g.w. bush ate breakfast in the NOLA this morning, on the 'anniversary' of katrina. a woman spoke to the president:
"sir, are you going to forget about me?"
he responds:
"no ma'am.
not again."
.this day is actually an important day in black history.
.for many reasons.
.1894. e. franklin frazier-premier black sociologist--is born.
.1920. bird parker-also known as charlie, the prince of jazz-is born.
.1924.dinah washington-dynamo jazz singer--is born.
.1957. the civil rights act of 57--which established the civil rights commission which frankie freeman was once in charge of--is passed.
.1958. mr. jackson--the king of pop-is born.
.1962. mal goode becomes the first black news correspondant on abc.
.2005. new orleans is hit--and subsequently forgotten about.
.today: remember all those katrina took from us by sending up a prayer. and not just a prayer for them, but a prayer that God might prick the hearts of the government that ignored them. there is still work to be done, so do your part.
.today's quote:
dignitatires including ray nagin and g.w. bush ate breakfast in the NOLA this morning, on the 'anniversary' of katrina. a woman spoke to the president:
"sir, are you going to forget about me?"
he responds:
"no ma'am.
not again."
Thursday, July 27, 2006
what to write....
what to write...what to write...
(whenever i have the urge to write that at the beginning of my entry...that means it will be a random conglomeration of thoughts. you may want to stop reading here. if not, i've warned you.)
...i'm sitting in the last day (hallelujah!) of my women's studies class. its been interesting. dont get me wrong. just tired of spending y evenings in a classroom. but, gotta do....
...anyway...back to my class. we're wrapping up a women's history survey. we're cramming all things post-WWII into two classes. primary documents galore. and were supposed to do this in 2.5 hours/session. yeah right.
....so we've been talking for the last 20 minutes about abortion. some of the women are visibly uncomforatble. no biggie--its an issue of women's rights. but the fact that our teacher is wearing her opinion of it on her sleeve is a bit too much for me. its her perogative as to whether or not she shares her opinion, or shows her opinion in this case. its just that shes adressing a state's lack of provision for abortions with such disdain. there really are people who believe this is not a choice--that its evil. that its murder. and they are allowed to have that opinion. and its not a teacher's job to make them feel guilty by revealing their opinion.
...it IS the job, however, of a blogger--namley myself--to reveal her inflammatory opinions. and so, i will. its the only right thing to do.
...i am pro-choice.
...some of you reading this will automatically assume that this means i hate God.
...those of you who think this should log onto ann coulters website and never read mine again. i will only make you angry. because i will call you insane all day long.
...there are many things i haven't made a conclusive opinion on. but this is not one of them.
...let me be clear: i am a Christain, and I am not PRO-ABORTION. to be honest, i dont know who in their right mind is. who would wish that upon anyone?
...but it has been proven time and time again that when you outlaw it, you make something that will happen anyway dangerous to the point of fatality. whats the point of that. regulate it. cases of rape and incest are important--which is why the question of parental notification is difficult. if a system can be imaprted by which those women who have suffered from either of these two heinous actions can be excused from this requirement should they chose to be--then i can not say that i am not in support of parental notification. after all--when a young woman gets pregnant, if she has the baby--its a family issue. if she undergoes trauma (which an abortion very well can be)--its a family issue. either way, a family is necessary to assist the daughter in her healing or in the raising of her child.
...and now that i have made comments on one feminist issue...i'll make comments on more.
...but not from any intellectual level (well, not for the most part), but as a young woman who (used to) date(s).
...call me contradictory if you like, BUT:
.i like to be chased.
.until we get to be comfortable with one another, you WILL be calling me. the only reason i will be calling you is to cancel a date. or to return your call.
.open my car door--at least for the first phase of our relationship. IF we progress past that point, i can get it myself.
.DON'T you dare order for me. because you expect me to eat a salad. i will not. i will eat meat. probably red meat. and i will like it. and i will eat it like i like it. so don't expect me to eat like a waif. i may be skinny, but dont get it twisted.
.if we are just dating, do not think for one second i am going to dump spending time with my family to be with you. if we are 'together,' don't expect me to do more than THINK about it. and only if you really need me.
.i am actually a very caring person. (hahaha. i really am. i'm just laughin cause you wouldn't be able to tell by this list).
.i shave my legs quite often. not all the time. but most of the time. if i DO. it was not for you. if i DONT, its not cause im mad at you. its cause i just didnt feel like it.
.i like my body just the way it is. so if you feel like you want to tell me what you would like bigger or smaller (but usually bigger...ha), go ahead and move on. i wont get any bigger until i have kids. and if i have ids with you, that means we are married. which means you got with me and liked the body i got now. which means we wouldn't have this problem.
.i am a busy person. deal with it. in fact--if you are somebody i decide to spend time with, you should be busy too. nooooooooooo. scruuuuuuubs.
most importantly, this list applies to me, but not exclusivley. ladies (or gents, for that matter)...if you have anything to add...feel free. i'm sure ill add myself.
'i am not my hair.'
india.arie.
i love this song. and not cause im some 'earth' chick..but cause its real.
and cause the beat it hot. :-)
(whenever i have the urge to write that at the beginning of my entry...that means it will be a random conglomeration of thoughts. you may want to stop reading here. if not, i've warned you.)
...i'm sitting in the last day (hallelujah!) of my women's studies class. its been interesting. dont get me wrong. just tired of spending y evenings in a classroom. but, gotta do....
...anyway...back to my class. we're wrapping up a women's history survey. we're cramming all things post-WWII into two classes. primary documents galore. and were supposed to do this in 2.5 hours/session. yeah right.
....so we've been talking for the last 20 minutes about abortion. some of the women are visibly uncomforatble. no biggie--its an issue of women's rights. but the fact that our teacher is wearing her opinion of it on her sleeve is a bit too much for me. its her perogative as to whether or not she shares her opinion, or shows her opinion in this case. its just that shes adressing a state's lack of provision for abortions with such disdain. there really are people who believe this is not a choice--that its evil. that its murder. and they are allowed to have that opinion. and its not a teacher's job to make them feel guilty by revealing their opinion.
...it IS the job, however, of a blogger--namley myself--to reveal her inflammatory opinions. and so, i will. its the only right thing to do.
...i am pro-choice.
...some of you reading this will automatically assume that this means i hate God.
...those of you who think this should log onto ann coulters website and never read mine again. i will only make you angry. because i will call you insane all day long.
...there are many things i haven't made a conclusive opinion on. but this is not one of them.
...let me be clear: i am a Christain, and I am not PRO-ABORTION. to be honest, i dont know who in their right mind is. who would wish that upon anyone?
...but it has been proven time and time again that when you outlaw it, you make something that will happen anyway dangerous to the point of fatality. whats the point of that. regulate it. cases of rape and incest are important--which is why the question of parental notification is difficult. if a system can be imaprted by which those women who have suffered from either of these two heinous actions can be excused from this requirement should they chose to be--then i can not say that i am not in support of parental notification. after all--when a young woman gets pregnant, if she has the baby--its a family issue. if she undergoes trauma (which an abortion very well can be)--its a family issue. either way, a family is necessary to assist the daughter in her healing or in the raising of her child.
...and now that i have made comments on one feminist issue...i'll make comments on more.
...but not from any intellectual level (well, not for the most part), but as a young woman who (used to) date(s).
...call me contradictory if you like, BUT:
.i like to be chased.
.until we get to be comfortable with one another, you WILL be calling me. the only reason i will be calling you is to cancel a date. or to return your call.
.open my car door--at least for the first phase of our relationship. IF we progress past that point, i can get it myself.
.DON'T you dare order for me. because you expect me to eat a salad. i will not. i will eat meat. probably red meat. and i will like it. and i will eat it like i like it. so don't expect me to eat like a waif. i may be skinny, but dont get it twisted.
.if we are just dating, do not think for one second i am going to dump spending time with my family to be with you. if we are 'together,' don't expect me to do more than THINK about it. and only if you really need me.
.i am actually a very caring person. (hahaha. i really am. i'm just laughin cause you wouldn't be able to tell by this list).
.i shave my legs quite often. not all the time. but most of the time. if i DO. it was not for you. if i DONT, its not cause im mad at you. its cause i just didnt feel like it.
.i like my body just the way it is. so if you feel like you want to tell me what you would like bigger or smaller (but usually bigger...ha), go ahead and move on. i wont get any bigger until i have kids. and if i have ids with you, that means we are married. which means you got with me and liked the body i got now. which means we wouldn't have this problem.
.i am a busy person. deal with it. in fact--if you are somebody i decide to spend time with, you should be busy too. nooooooooooo. scruuuuuuubs.
most importantly, this list applies to me, but not exclusivley. ladies (or gents, for that matter)...if you have anything to add...feel free. i'm sure ill add myself.
'i am not my hair.'
india.arie.
i love this song. and not cause im some 'earth' chick..but cause its real.
and cause the beat it hot. :-)
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
alright...fine. im going to try to do this thing again.
.realizing that my time is no longer my own, i (clearly) have not been on the blogspot for some time.
.my days and nights belong to church, my family, school, church, my family, school, and every once in a while...special people (ahem...person) and special tv and film moments.
.don't get me wrong: i kick it with my people. but i usually end up kicking it with them at church, when im not in school, and they are like my family. among these people are my potentially special person and people with whom i watch tv and movies. so, it really all the same.
.so here is the most pertinent update of my life, and therefore, my most current commentary on it:
.i went to see the devil wears prada with a *friend* of mine. (he will read this, so i'm making it a big deal so i don't hurt his very fragile feelings). i was surprised that the movie was as deep as it was. i just wanted to see the clothes. (which were PHENOMENAL, by the way.even if the movie sucked, the shoes would have made it worth the 6 bucks...even tho i didnt pay :-).
.im sure you can guess (if you haven't read the book, like me) the moral of the story: don't sell your soul to the devil, even if she wears prada, because you may very well turn into her, wearing prada and all.
.the only thing that my pal and i had a problem with is the movie's commentary on the (white) woman's work/life balance. Anne Hathaway stars as a young college graduate, attempting to obtain a career in journalism. once employed by meryl streep's character (who is, of course, supposed to be a take on vogue legend anna w.), she is made to be so devoted to her new coffe-getting gig that she is at streep's beckoned call...for even the most inane and impossible of calls.
.and so, of course, in typical whiny boy fashion, the boyfriend can't stand it. now, its not as if shes put her pet, or her favorite hobby, or even a sorority or club in front of her boyfriend: she put her JOB in front of him...momentarily.
.the MOMENT for which she does this is a critical moment: a moment when careers are made. a moment when invaluable networks are entered. a moment when hustle is essential to survival and to success.
. i watch young couples--with kids no less--support this lifestyle all the time: a friend of mine just graduated from seminary. his wife and his two kids understood his schedule, and understand that, as a growing minister, and a youth pastor, his time is devoted to his sheep. and while he takes the time to be devoted to his wife and children, his wife realizes that these times are sincere, if rare--FOR THE TIME BEING. they are young. its time for the hustle. so, instead of being a selfish brat about it, support your baby and their dreams. get over yourself, scruffy white boy.
.and then. then there is the feminist perspective. that says the issue of a man balancing his work and his life is not so pertinent a topic. but ive got enough feminism for one day. im sitting in a women's studies class right now.
.now. for something completely different.
.is it just me. or is the world in freakin turmoil?
.Israel: if one more person complains about how high this new fighting is raising gas, im going to scream. people are dying. children are dying. youre alive and driving your altima. SHUT UP.
.India: apparently change comes but by bombing trains. it makes you wonder how these people(of all colors and ethinicities they are, people) are raised and educated, to think that this works.
or maybe they are children of the modern day--a day when bombs get attention. thats right. maybe they went to the George W. Bush School of Peace and Understanding.
.The other Tsunami: i dont think anyone realized how much water could wreck things until the last year. and speaking of water ruining things: how about the rebuilding effort in NO? a part of you knew it would happen, but you wanted to belive that poor black, white and migrant workers wouldnt be taken advantage of. and yet...its happening. money is too powerful a drug: it prevents too many people from doing what is so obvously right.
.st. louis: the school board is a mess. its apparently an issue of beaurocracy.
.wow. and all this time we thought it was an issue of education children.
.silly me.
.read lex's blog. its that hotness. especially when he dogs st. louis. it deserves its dogging.
.and i will TRY to keep up the blog. check back maybe, once a week. thats about how often i can afford to update.
"when it gets to 70 degrees here, we start complaining."
.the mayor of a small washington (state) town, the coolest place in the continental u.s. today, sitting at a beautiful 65 degrees. (and there is no one reading this around the country that isn't mad about this statement. were all sitting at 90 plus).
.my days and nights belong to church, my family, school, church, my family, school, and every once in a while...special people (ahem...person) and special tv and film moments.
.don't get me wrong: i kick it with my people. but i usually end up kicking it with them at church, when im not in school, and they are like my family. among these people are my potentially special person and people with whom i watch tv and movies. so, it really all the same.
.so here is the most pertinent update of my life, and therefore, my most current commentary on it:
.i went to see the devil wears prada with a *friend* of mine. (he will read this, so i'm making it a big deal so i don't hurt his very fragile feelings). i was surprised that the movie was as deep as it was. i just wanted to see the clothes. (which were PHENOMENAL, by the way.even if the movie sucked, the shoes would have made it worth the 6 bucks...even tho i didnt pay :-).
.im sure you can guess (if you haven't read the book, like me) the moral of the story: don't sell your soul to the devil, even if she wears prada, because you may very well turn into her, wearing prada and all.
.the only thing that my pal and i had a problem with is the movie's commentary on the (white) woman's work/life balance. Anne Hathaway stars as a young college graduate, attempting to obtain a career in journalism. once employed by meryl streep's character (who is, of course, supposed to be a take on vogue legend anna w.), she is made to be so devoted to her new coffe-getting gig that she is at streep's beckoned call...for even the most inane and impossible of calls.
.and so, of course, in typical whiny boy fashion, the boyfriend can't stand it. now, its not as if shes put her pet, or her favorite hobby, or even a sorority or club in front of her boyfriend: she put her JOB in front of him...momentarily.
.the MOMENT for which she does this is a critical moment: a moment when careers are made. a moment when invaluable networks are entered. a moment when hustle is essential to survival and to success.
. i watch young couples--with kids no less--support this lifestyle all the time: a friend of mine just graduated from seminary. his wife and his two kids understood his schedule, and understand that, as a growing minister, and a youth pastor, his time is devoted to his sheep. and while he takes the time to be devoted to his wife and children, his wife realizes that these times are sincere, if rare--FOR THE TIME BEING. they are young. its time for the hustle. so, instead of being a selfish brat about it, support your baby and their dreams. get over yourself, scruffy white boy.
.and then. then there is the feminist perspective. that says the issue of a man balancing his work and his life is not so pertinent a topic. but ive got enough feminism for one day. im sitting in a women's studies class right now.
.now. for something completely different.
.is it just me. or is the world in freakin turmoil?
.Israel: if one more person complains about how high this new fighting is raising gas, im going to scream. people are dying. children are dying. youre alive and driving your altima. SHUT UP.
.India: apparently change comes but by bombing trains. it makes you wonder how these people(of all colors and ethinicities they are, people) are raised and educated, to think that this works.
or maybe they are children of the modern day--a day when bombs get attention. thats right. maybe they went to the George W. Bush School of Peace and Understanding.
.The other Tsunami: i dont think anyone realized how much water could wreck things until the last year. and speaking of water ruining things: how about the rebuilding effort in NO? a part of you knew it would happen, but you wanted to belive that poor black, white and migrant workers wouldnt be taken advantage of. and yet...its happening. money is too powerful a drug: it prevents too many people from doing what is so obvously right.
.st. louis: the school board is a mess. its apparently an issue of beaurocracy.
.wow. and all this time we thought it was an issue of education children.
.silly me.
.read lex's blog. its that hotness. especially when he dogs st. louis. it deserves its dogging.
.and i will TRY to keep up the blog. check back maybe, once a week. thats about how often i can afford to update.
"when it gets to 70 degrees here, we start complaining."
.the mayor of a small washington (state) town, the coolest place in the continental u.s. today, sitting at a beautiful 65 degrees. (and there is no one reading this around the country that isn't mad about this statement. were all sitting at 90 plus).
Monday, March 20, 2006
Guest Writer: 'Shida
my girl wrote this one. i think its great. comments certainly welcome:
__________
This evening I had the craziest TV experience of my life (to date)-
1. American Idol Stevie Wonder Night-
gut instinct: NOOOOOOOO!!! Why Lawd, WHY?!!
actual reaction: Pretty much the exact same as the gut reaction minus Katherine McPhee (SHOCKER) and Paris (GIVEN). Seriously though, God reach down with His almighty spiritual hand and placed the voice box of the angel of music in that chile’s throat.
sidenote: This being my first time watching the actual show (not just tryouts) I was shocked and appalled by the Uncle Tom foolery of Randy Jackson. He needs to sit his shufflin’, jivin’, dawg-sayin’, roof-raisin’, yessir boss, coonin’, performing for the white folk, providing the stereotypical Black presence ass DOWN!! He gets a BIIIIG “hoe sit down!!” I’d rather hear the white kid with glasses sing every Stevie Wonder hit than one more second of his dancing.
2. The Unit-
It’s weird for me to love a show where cats are extra pro (North) America- especially Black men. I mean they’re risking their lives to the extreme to protect and serve their country. Upon reflection it struck me why I enjoy it so. Now many of you would guess it’s probably seeing Dennis Haysbert, a strong Black man as the lead character. He’s running things, intelligent, not a hint of a toe tap or a grin…thing is- that’s not the reason. Actually, I find it refreshingly beautiful to see a Black woman (unapolegetically Black, thick, dark, strong) standing by her man and encouraging him to be just that- a man. She’s not trying to wear the pants, challenge his every word/thought/action…she handles her business without emasculating him. It’s just a beautiful thang- Black love that is.
3. Law & Order: SVU-
WooooooooW! Usually I can’t stand “twists” because they’re either too predictable/expected or totally unbelievable and thrown in thoughtlessly for shock value or because the writer(s) was not good enough to come up with a quality ending. HOWever; last nights SVU worked it out! (it was a rerun, but new to me) Not only did the episode address race in a real and totally raw fashion (cats used all the “uh-oh” words, judges made decisions based on heart not law, dude facing jail for life still held on to his racist beliefs, etc.), but the ending was a very well thought out twist.
“We’re not racist we just needed the money!” (lady who adopted Black boy, took out huge insurance policy, then had him murdered by the skinhead)
Woooooooo……W!
and finally…
4. the News-
So, 5 football players allegedly raped a chick. Same ole story- she went back to their hotel room ALONE after DRINKING with them ALL evening. They had their fun and then they put her in a (paid?) taxi home. Next morning she wakes up like OH SHOOT and claims rape. Now, whether she actually was raped, was looking for a pay day or just felt a lil’ too much shame at her smut activities and need to make herself feel better is not the important part. What needs attention called to it is the coach’s response. “The players are cooperating with authorities. We’re moving on and focusing on Saturday’s game.”
DAYUM! All I could do when I heard that was hang my jaw and shake my head.
In conclusion-
Get ya’ mind, body and soul right cuz’ the world is all but over.
San Fran- SNOWPhilly- 78 degrees…3 days laterSan Fran- 60’sPhilly- SNOW
Add to that the too-many-to-count-or-name deadly natural disasters we have had just over the past year or so (it’s been more than Tsunamis and Katrina…landslides, hurricanes, floods- check the local news stations around the country online) Don’t forget the sexual revolution gone-way-too-far we got going on (Did you hear about the international porn site that hosted allllll sorts of sexual activity with children as young as 18months??? Yes, 18MONTHS!!!!!! And don’t sleep, that site pulled in over $3million A MONTH in subscriptions…..Sodom and Gomorrah anyone?!) and the Tower of Babel let’s-reach-God type technological “advancements” that come about every other day (let’s see scientist can now control life, death, other worlds, appearance before birth, disease…) and there ain’t too much left to happen before Papa is like ENOUGH! Oh they don’t control weather yet, but I just bet some scientist is in his lab right now working on a high tech rain dance…
Y’ll laugh, but I’m gonna live til’ I die. Catch ya’ on the flipside- hopefully.
__________
This evening I had the craziest TV experience of my life (to date)-
1. American Idol Stevie Wonder Night-
gut instinct: NOOOOOOOO!!! Why Lawd, WHY?!!
actual reaction: Pretty much the exact same as the gut reaction minus Katherine McPhee (SHOCKER) and Paris (GIVEN). Seriously though, God reach down with His almighty spiritual hand and placed the voice box of the angel of music in that chile’s throat.
sidenote: This being my first time watching the actual show (not just tryouts) I was shocked and appalled by the Uncle Tom foolery of Randy Jackson. He needs to sit his shufflin’, jivin’, dawg-sayin’, roof-raisin’, yessir boss, coonin’, performing for the white folk, providing the stereotypical Black presence ass DOWN!! He gets a BIIIIG “hoe sit down!!” I’d rather hear the white kid with glasses sing every Stevie Wonder hit than one more second of his dancing.
2. The Unit-
It’s weird for me to love a show where cats are extra pro (North) America- especially Black men. I mean they’re risking their lives to the extreme to protect and serve their country. Upon reflection it struck me why I enjoy it so. Now many of you would guess it’s probably seeing Dennis Haysbert, a strong Black man as the lead character. He’s running things, intelligent, not a hint of a toe tap or a grin…thing is- that’s not the reason. Actually, I find it refreshingly beautiful to see a Black woman (unapolegetically Black, thick, dark, strong) standing by her man and encouraging him to be just that- a man. She’s not trying to wear the pants, challenge his every word/thought/action…she handles her business without emasculating him. It’s just a beautiful thang- Black love that is.
3. Law & Order: SVU-
WooooooooW! Usually I can’t stand “twists” because they’re either too predictable/expected or totally unbelievable and thrown in thoughtlessly for shock value or because the writer(s) was not good enough to come up with a quality ending. HOWever; last nights SVU worked it out! (it was a rerun, but new to me) Not only did the episode address race in a real and totally raw fashion (cats used all the “uh-oh” words, judges made decisions based on heart not law, dude facing jail for life still held on to his racist beliefs, etc.), but the ending was a very well thought out twist.
“We’re not racist we just needed the money!” (lady who adopted Black boy, took out huge insurance policy, then had him murdered by the skinhead)
Woooooooo……W!
and finally…
4. the News-
So, 5 football players allegedly raped a chick. Same ole story- she went back to their hotel room ALONE after DRINKING with them ALL evening. They had their fun and then they put her in a (paid?) taxi home. Next morning she wakes up like OH SHOOT and claims rape. Now, whether she actually was raped, was looking for a pay day or just felt a lil’ too much shame at her smut activities and need to make herself feel better is not the important part. What needs attention called to it is the coach’s response. “The players are cooperating with authorities. We’re moving on and focusing on Saturday’s game.”
DAYUM! All I could do when I heard that was hang my jaw and shake my head.
In conclusion-
Get ya’ mind, body and soul right cuz’ the world is all but over.
San Fran- SNOWPhilly- 78 degrees…3 days laterSan Fran- 60’sPhilly- SNOW
Add to that the too-many-to-count-or-name deadly natural disasters we have had just over the past year or so (it’s been more than Tsunamis and Katrina…landslides, hurricanes, floods- check the local news stations around the country online) Don’t forget the sexual revolution gone-way-too-far we got going on (Did you hear about the international porn site that hosted allllll sorts of sexual activity with children as young as 18months??? Yes, 18MONTHS!!!!!! And don’t sleep, that site pulled in over $3million A MONTH in subscriptions…..Sodom and Gomorrah anyone?!) and the Tower of Babel let’s-reach-God type technological “advancements” that come about every other day (let’s see scientist can now control life, death, other worlds, appearance before birth, disease…) and there ain’t too much left to happen before Papa is like ENOUGH! Oh they don’t control weather yet, but I just bet some scientist is in his lab right now working on a high tech rain dance…
Y’ll laugh, but I’m gonna live til’ I die. Catch ya’ on the flipside- hopefully.
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