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. 

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. 

Brighter Side of Life

Just when you think everything is going for you, when everything is perfect and things couldn't possibly get any better, Monday hits. It sucks. Get over it.
In case any person out there is still unaware, being in the military is a lot of hard work. It's a lot of physical exercise, it's a lot of not knowing what to do and doing it anyway with a forward-thinking attitude, it's a lot of waiting for things that aren't going to happen soon, but you still have to be perfectly ready to handle them when they do happen. Wars aren't fought at the time you feel like they will be. Wars are fought when you're in the bathroom, when you just sat down, when you're on your way to breakfast, whether you're ready or not, so you had better be as prepared as possible to live longer, harder, and faster than the other guy, or you won't. That's the alternative, you just won't. No second chances, no re-tries, no take-backs. You didn't live enough, you don't get a further lease and this rent will be paid now. That's the end.
I'm rambling, let me get to the point. There are plenty of: imagine you had one x-amount-of-time to live, what would you do? There are plenty of scenarios in which you can envision yourself doing the greatest good for you possible if you only had so much time to live, faced with your own mortality you might live a little better to try and increase the time you had or the pleasure you live or the amount of people that will miss you when you're gone. Let's try something different.
Imagine you could live for eternity. What would you do? Faced with all that time and nothing to spend it on, because nothing we've created so far is worth that much time, nor will anything we create ever be worth an eternity, what do you do with a million dollars when everyone on the planet has no more than one dollar in their entire life? How do you live? What will you do? Would you spend a good portion of that time researching ways to give it to other people, let people who "deserve it" more live longer and force other genes out of the playing pool? I want you to do that, sure. That'd be nice if an immortal was actually beneficial.
Not that this will ever happen, of course, the thought process is a lot simpler than that. Ghandi once said "Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever." 

Think about that.

Finis.

Inspired by an Intrusive Thought.

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     I can't be the only one who believes that there are certain points in life when people, innocent people, are lying down somewhere or innocently doing things innocent people do, and get hit by a metaphoric ton of inspiration that tells them something they weren't previously ready to face about the world. This Intrusive Thought inspires these people to become scientists and explorers, working men, idealists, and people of grandeur. It isn't that we were necessarily different then the people around us, but that we happened to be in the right environment at the right time in the right circumstances to view the world differently than what it could be, and every since that moment, the paradigm we saw stuck in our heads like a dart on a dart board, sharply poking our gray matter in it's contented arse. There is another way to look at it.
     It is because of this intrusively inspirational perspective that we become driven to excell, we see everyone else going on with their lives as if no other way is possible, sheep, lemmings, voters, and believe that if we become better than they are, they will pay attention to us. They will believe us, and they, too, will change.
     I went through a brief stage of my life when I wanted to be a preacher, strange as it sounds, I personally felt like I was being called by God to the ministry. I could work a crowd into a frenzy about Jesus, I could be the energetic fun loving yet philosophical pastor and I could whip a story that would make your heart shatter and lift your soul higher than, well, heaven. I was a good Christian boy, into apologetics and it was at a youth retreat concert when it happened. They asked if anyone felt they were being called by God into the ministry to hang back afterwards for a counseling. For those of you hoping that this will end in a little boy vs Catholic priest story, shame. I was in my teens and there were about thirty of us "chosen" who stayed behind. I can describe my exact feelings:
I was impressed at myself for staying behind, for letting my friends know that I felt chosen to be a preacher.
I was slightly apprehensive that they were going to call me out on it and make me take a test, asking: "What does the voice of God sound like? How do you KNOW he was talking to you, I mean really?"
I was in awe that at the concert, there were so many people that felt like they were being called to the preaching profession and really surprised at the balls of all of them, and the energy that filled the room. Thinking back, that energy might have been all of the mountain dew and free cookies.
     We all gathered around these two ministers and they prayed over us and told us that God had chosen us for a higher calling, call your families and let them know, and choose a mentor. Then they prayed again and let us go back to our cabins.
     Let me just say that at the time, it felt right. It didn't feel normal, in fact, because there were near 1000 people there, being one of the 30 people called felt downright revolutionary. I wanted to be able to change people's lives from a pulpit. Little did I realize that the pulpit could be anywhere, so long as the voice was heard and the channel could be opened to as many people as possible.
     The saddest thing, I think, is the dilution of a message for anybody to be able to understand it, and that often times, the scientist comes last because if you let the idiots come last, they'll wander off somewhere, not pay attention when it comes there time, and there goes at least 90 percent of your viewership. (That's not an arbitrary number, only 10 percent of people ever do things in this world, and the top 10 percent of them get recognized.) The idiots have to be addressed first, that way you can get everyone involved. Everyone can do something, even the dumb deaf mute blind bastard child of Ephialtes has something to contribute, and if you don't think they do then you have some severe lessons to learn from Leonidas of Sparta and the modern economic policies of India.
     There's always something to do, always a new corner to turn in the History pages. There's a way forward, there's an idea out there that you can grab onto, latch yourself into and get inspired by. Take a good hard look at the world. If you don't see something wrong, something that can be improved, something that everyone needs to know, something that you personally can do to make a difference, you aren't looking hard enough. Even God has evolved over time. Religions have changed since old days, bettered themselves in an effort to clean up their act, not that they ever can be pure, there's too much red in the books of religion if you ask me. Religion is dying, diseased and it's tumor in modern thought and society will be cut out before the century is over. People will still be spiritual, religious, even, but modern religion will disappear into the gutter. yourlogicalfallacyis.com/
     I hope I've been entertaining.
Finis.