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Saturday, May 03, 2014

Judge Roy Moore Needs to Switch from Politics to Preaching



You'll notice that every time he mentions God, the crowd responds passionately, almost like a church service.  Amen. Yes.  Mmhmm. That's right.
I'm actually surprised I didn't hear a Hallelujah.
He isn't giving a political speech, he's not trying to influence anybody, he's preaching to his the choir, he's leading on sheep that pose as people. That's what makes me so pissed off, especially in cases regarding religion. They aren't supposed to be speaking to crowds of anti-fervor, they aren't used to giving their opinions to crowds of people that outwardly despise them, he is fervently giving his fervent opinion to people who have the same fervent confirmation bias. (Pardon my use of the f-word.)

He's not a politician, he's a preacher and he should be taken out of office and given a pulpit in a run-down back alley church somewhere out on the black lagoon where he was born and raised.
This is Alabama's Chief Justice, and he is only interested in giving and getting justice for Christians. I wonder if he only means Protestants, or Catholics, or just people that believe in his God and go to his church. Where is the line drawn, Roy? Where do people start to deserve these so-called God-given rights, and are you sure that you're the one who's equal to the task of giving those rights, i.e., are you claiming to have the rights and responsibilities of the God you so clearly serve?
It sounds to me like the only God you serve, just as so many others serve, served and will continue to serve, is yourself. I've read the comments on youtube and the posts other people have written on your fervor. You don't speak for all Christians, let alone all Alabamians. Your homophobic pro-religious agenda can stay right where you are, and if you continue this Westboro Baptist path you can end up on the hate-group list with them.
People will protest you. People will rise up against you, this isn't going to end for you. These superstitions and myths you hold dear will die off in the light of reason, logic, and true justice. Step down from your position, sir. Let the people who are qualified and dignified enough to run a real office do so, and you can go into a field that you will do much better in, I'm sure. Televangelism would suit you well, perhaps. 

Thursday, May 01, 2014

Too everyone who likes to use song lyrics in their Facebook statuses

I understand.
I like quotes, too, I like reading them, I like quoting them, I like the little quirks in the english language that idioms reveal, reflect and make me laugh at. I am completely on board your crazy train road.
There is a FINE LINE, however, between posting song lyrics and posting quotes. Quotes, or spoken word, is said, written down, and shared to enable a mind to think in a new way. Song lyrics from country music, or from rap music, or from any of the myriad pop artists that top popularity charts do not, I REPEAT, do not constitute enough lyrical musicianship to rate sharing.
Unless it is deep, moving, inspirational, awe-inspiring, jaw-dropping, soul-lifting, spirit-filling, powerful, creating new methods of understanding, perking up the minds of nobel laureates, beautifully and masterfully executed by any non-human entity or capable of convincing aliens that humanity is a race worth saving, it does not make the cut.
If it is crude it does not make the cut.
If it uses any one cuss word more than twice, it does not make the cut.
If it includes the words swag, yolo, bitches or bling, FUCK YOU, it does not make the cut.
If it is misogynistic, homophobic, racist, anti-intellectual, anti-science, oriented to one of the two political representative parties owning America, man-hating, it does not make the cut.

Try at the very least to accomplish this one thing: If anything broadens your mind or expands your horizon, stretches your brain or touches the innermost reaches of your soul, then you may share it on Facebook. Life is short, share the good stuff.

You Forgot About Me

I miss you so much, my stomach in knots, I gave you my heart and everything that I've got...
You told me 3 words that I cannot forget no matter what dreams want to fill up my head
You made me alone. You made me give up. You made me give in to a lost kind of love.
You gave me my heart back, battered and torn... you gave me my heart and you tore out my world.

There was a fire growing there.
There was a flower in your hair.
There was a glow that I thought was from me...
I loved you, I love you, I'll love you...
but you forgot me.

The letters were read, five times a week, they were crumpled and torn but meant so much to me.
Thoughts of your lips, your smile and laugh brought me back from despair, I put it into my past.
I was naive, young and blind. It was just a few notes and a few lucky times.
I wanted to show you the world through my eyes...
but I, I, I 
I can no longer see.
I would walk back anyway, but you gave me defeat. 
you stripped back my walls and looked into my soul... 
It's not meant to be.
It's just you and me.
It's only a fling,
and I'm letting you go.

This was supposed to be
A love song about you and me
And now I can plainly see
That it's over, and it's not you, it's
This was supposed to be
A long romantic history
And it's out for the world to see
that it's not you,and it's
This 
me. 

There was a fire growing there.
There was a flower in your hair.
There was a glow in your eyes, in your body and mind
You said I love you 
I said I love you 
We said we loved each other, but now it's plain to see...
That you forgot about me. 

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