Friday, December 30, 2005

Abortion and Squatter's Rights

I rarely argue the subject of abortion with anyone but professed Christians anymore. It usually isn't worth the hassle. I do still peruse the comments that take place on abortion over at Vox's.

One man referred to a woman's body as 'her property', believing that means that a woman can do whatever she wants to the baby while it is inside her.

This made me think of terms like "possession is nine-tenths of the law" and "squatter's rights". I googled the latter term, and came up with a British website detailing their laws in regards to squatters. When applied to a baby during pregnancy, it became hilarious to me. No one else got it, though, so I'm wondering now if I've just got a really strange and warped sense of humor. Here are the excerpts I posted:

Squatting is when someone occupies an empty or abandoned property without the owner's permission, often without his knowledge and without any normal legal right to do so.

Genuine squatters cannot be moved without a court order.

Even so, the squatter has rights. Squatters cannot be evicted from premises without a court possession order, unless they leave voluntarily.

An important consideration is that a claim for possession is made within 28 days of becoming aware of the existence of squatters occupying your property. If you do not do this the judge will take into consideration whether you, as owner or landlord, should have known about the occupation sooner that you did.

Then, they have some tips for landlords, in order to avoid squatters:

Keeping properties securely looked when unoccupied.

Make regular visits yourself and monitor the situation carefully.

See? Substitute the scenario for one of an unplanned pregnancy. Can you imagine if we applied property laws to pregnancy?

(excerpts taken from this site.)

Stranded on a deserted island

This post is at Birdie's request, in response to her Reality Blogging Challenge.

The general premise is that I'm a homeschooling parent stranded on an island that is either uninhabited, inhabited by primitives, or recently taken over by space aliens. I've got a bag filled with a few sundry items and must find a way off the island using those items.

First off, I'll take uninhabited, thank you.

Now, she also offered the choice between a Robinson Crusoe style stranding (alone) or a Swiss Family Robinson style stranding (with my family).

If it were a Swiss Family Robinson, I don't think I'd be trying to leave the island. My husband, on the other hand, would be frothing at the mouth for civilization and his technology toys before an hour had passed.

So I'll go with the Robinson Crusoe scenario, as I'd actually have a reason to try and get off the island.

These are the items that I have:

A Bible
Apologia general science student book
Boy's Own Handbook (I chose this instead of Backyard Ballistics, though I'd never heard of either of these before).
Laura J. Numeroff's If You Give a Mouse a Cookie (which I've never read)
One G.A. Henty book (I'd never heard of him either, but there is no way I could choose just one of L.M. Montgomery's books. He sounds interesting, in any case - I'll see if I can get some of his books from the library.)
Two slightly overdue library books: Sid Fleischman's By the Great Horn Spoon! and Robin McKinley's Beauty - neither of which I've managed to get my hands on yet for my own personal copy.
A pocket sewing kit
One package of chenille stems and pompon balls
Two half-dried, half-used glue sticks
A plastic recorder
A kite string
A cheap, only slightly broken Swiss Army knife
An optic wonder (I had to google this, too)
A really ugly sweater
A copy of Mavis Beacon Teaches Typing

I have a feeling that I might be able to use some of that to make a large kite, that I would try to fly to attract the attention of passing planes. I'm not good with that sort of thing, though, so it's dubious as to whether or not it would really work. I could also take the optic wonder and try to signal passing planes with it.

Or - again using the optic wonder - I could set fire to lots of trees, a la Pirates of the Carribean, and hope that was enough to capture the attention of passing airplanes or ships. This appeals to the tiny pyro buried deep within.

Really, though, when it comes down to it, I'd just be doing a heck of a lot of praying, because my skills definitely do not lie in wilderness survival!

I'd just like to point out...

...that I have published four posts today, not including this one. So for those of you complaining that not enough is happening in the blogosphere right now - I'm doing my part!

Of course, if you still find my blog boring, then I can't help you. =P

Why Do I Watch This Crap?

When I get bored, I turn on the television. My taste in television isn't the greatest in the world - I am inordinately fond of crime shows like Law & Order and CSI.

So tonight I'm watching Law & Order: SVU, which I should learn to avoid because so far, almost every episode has pissed me off.

Tonight, a mother caught her daughter (15) in bed with her boyfriend (21). The mother tried to have the boyfriend prosecuted for statutory rape. That attempt failed, as the daughter would not submit to an examination and they had no other way of proving sexual intercourse. Alright.

Well, the mother ends up murdered and the daughter and her boyfriend hightail it out of town. They think the boyfriend murdered the mother, but it was really the daughter.

The first thing the defense tries is to pull out an obscure disease that is basically PMS x10. Paranoia, mood swings, migraines, loss of control, etc. The show references a case in England (which may or may not exist) in which a woman escaped murder charges by using that defense.

Now, let me take a little rabbit trail from the show here. First of all, this is utter bullshit. If someone cannot control themselves during their period, to the point of murdering their mother, they should certainly not be allowed back into society. If you won't kill them, then at least lock them away with all the other psychos that are a danger to normal, non-murdering people.

Back to the show - it turns out, that defense won't wash because the girl was in the part of her cycle where she experiences no symptoms from this disease. Okay - so they trot out the fact that the murdered mother was an alcoholic. Mind you, the mother didn't beat her daughter - she was just controlling, verbally abusive and neglectful. Hardly justification for killing her.

Well, one of the detectives (the female, go figure) had an alcoholic mother, so she's feeling all kinds of sympathy for the murderous daughter. She convinces the DA (also female) to plea bargain instead of completing an almost sure-fire prosecution. The DA goes along with it. The girl's lawyer - also female - questions the DA as to why she plea-bargained instead of prosecuting, when the jury was almost certain to convict on a second-degree murder charge. The DA points out the detective, and there's a big, emotional moment.

The girl goes to juvie for five years. She murders her mother, and she goes to juvie for five years - after which, she presumably gets to go be with her oh-so-loving boyfriend, who loved her so much he tried to help conceal the fact that she murdered her mother, and would have taken the rap for her if necessary.

See why this damnable show bothers me so much? They take morality and turn it into a big soup of emotions - Justice ain't blind, anymore - she's got on a big pair of rose-colored glasses.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better

Three posts in one afternoon! Whew! Couldn't pass up this article, though.

Brit Jew Marries Dolphin

"I'm the happiest girl on earth," the bride said as she chocked back tears of emotion. "I made a dream come true, and I am not a pervert," she stressed.

The news will make my head explode

In addition to the article on Satanic jeans, I found this shining gem:

Lawsuit Alleges Discrimination Against Whites in Mississippi

Using the 1965 Voting Rights Act, the government has alleged that Brown and local elections officials discriminated against whites. It is the first time the Justice Department has ever claimed that whites suffered discrimination in voting because of race.

"When I read the letter, it was junk, you know, bogus," Brown told ABC News.


The Justice Department says Brown and local elections officials disenfranchised whites — challenging their voting status, rejecting their absentee ballots and telling voters to choose candidates according to race.


Brown says he has merely tried to keep white Republicans from voting in Democratic primaries. He says the lawuit is all political — an attempt to discredit him because the Democratic Party in eastern Mississippi has been doing so well at bringing new voters to the polls, which may mean someday soon that Mississippi, a red state, could turn blue.


Just in case you missed it:

Brown says he has merely tried to keep white Republicans from voting in Democratic primaries.

With gritted teeth...

...I bring you this article. This designer is ignorant and foolish.

The label's makers say it's more of a joke, but Atldax insists his graphic designs have a purpose beyond selling denim: to make young people question Christianity, a "force of evil" that he blames for sparking wars throughout history.

Let's take a look at historic warfare, shall we? Starting with the most recent and working our way back.

The Iraq war
The Gulf War
The Vietnam War
The Cold War
The Korean War
World War II
World War I
The War between the States
The War of 1812
The American Revolution

None of the above were sparked by Christianity - and those are just the more famous wars that I, in my limited knowledge, am vaguely familiar with. So I decided to do a google search on the history of war. It produced the War Scholar, a website that has created a timeline of wars across the globe dating back to the 30th century B.C. (That's 30 centuries of human warfare which pre-dates the existence of Christianity.)

So far, from the 1st to 5th century A.D., the non-Christian Romans were the dominant war-mongers, with a scattering of Saxons, Huns, Visigoths and others.

From the 5th to 8th century, Persia, Byzantine and China experience a great deal of warfare, none of it sparked by Christianity. The Muslims are the dominant warmongers during this time period.

From the 8th to 10th century the Muslims continue to do their part, while the Vikings (very non-Christian) rise to prominence, becoming infamous for their ability to rape, pillage and kill.

In the 10th century, the first mention of "Christian" in warfare occurs: The Spanish Christian-Muslim War. This conflict extends into the 11th century.

For ten centuries of post-Christianity warfare, Christianity appears to have played a pretty small part. Well, perhaps it becomes a bigger "force of evil" in the following ten centuries. Let's take a look, shall we?

Aha! At the end of the 11th century, the First Crusade begins! The much vaunted Crusades are frequently lifted up as proof of what a hate-filled, war-mongering religion Christianity is.

Asia and Europe both experience a hefty amount of conflict. Asia is non-Christian. Christian Europe wars with the Muslims, both at home and abroad. Many other conflicts take place, most having nothing to do with Christianity, I dare say.

The 12th century looks much the same.

In the 13th century, the infamous and non-Christian Genghis Khan appears. His Mongol hordes continue to sweep across Asia until the beginning of the 15th century. The 4th and 5th Crusades appear and disappear.

The 14th and 15th centuries see more warfare in Europe and Asia. Europe is considered to be Christian, but only in the Christian-Muslim conflicts can religion be accused of playing a large part. These Christian-Muslim conflicts are only a small portion of the warfare taking place.

Post-15th century, the Christian religion - more truly said the Catholic religion - does play a larger part in European warfare, with the 1st through 9th War of Religion. During this time period, non-Christian Asia continues to have plenty of conflict, while the ever hot-headed Muslims continue their war-like ways as well. Europe also has a great deal of other conflict which I find very unlikely to have been sparked by Christianity.

By this point, the documented wars are increasing in wearying number. Wars are taking place across the globe. I can tell with just a glance, however, that most of the wars and conflicts are not sparked by Christianity, or its more war-like offspring Catholicism.

Over these 20 centuries of warfare post-Christianity, civil war is the description that appears most frequently. I've also seen revolts, rebellions, wars for independence and of course, conquest. I know, without being a history major, that most - if not all - of these conflicts took place over land, power, wealth and resources - not religion. Religion was merely the cloak that a few wars dressed themselves in. The most infamous and deadly wars, World Wars I & II, were most certainly not sparked by Christianity.

So - 50 centuries of documented human warfare and only a very small amount of it could be argued to have been sparked by Christianity. Yep, real 'force of evil' there. Communism was a fuzzy bunny in comparison to the monstrosity that is Christianity! Islam is just a pretty field of daisies!

So, in the spirit of 'Guns don't kill people - people kill people' I bring you a new adage:

CHRISTIANITY DOESN'T START WARS - PEOPLE START WARS.

Thursday, December 29, 2005

The Rape of the Marlboro Man

Thanks to Rick at Crimson Chronicle for bringing this excellent article to my attention.

Yes, the talents of Hollywood's finest are brought together in a successful attempt at making us experience Ennis's suffering, supposedly inflicted by a homophobic society. Heath Ledger's performance is brilliant and devastating. We do indeed leave the theater feeling Ennis's pain. Mission accomplished.

Lost in all of this, however, are towering, life-and-death realities concerning sex and morality and the sanctity of marriage and the preciousness of children and the direction of our civilization itself. So please, you moviemakers, how about easing off that tight camera shot of Ennis's suffering and doing a slow pan over the massive wreckage all around him? What about the years of silent anguish and loneliness Alma stoically endures for the sake of keeping her family together, or the terrible betrayal, suffering and tears of the children, bereft of a father? None of this merits more than a brief acknowledgment in "Brokeback Mountain."


Check out the above link for the entire article.

Monday, December 26, 2005

C.S. Lewis

Recently Eaglewood posted on the subject of C.S. Lewis and a controversy that has arisen over whether or not he was really a Christian.

Having grown up reading The Chronicles of Narnia I was amazed that this was actually in question. I have a very hard time believing that anyone could write an allegory of Yeshua's death and resurrection and the Christian walk that has so much of YHWH's love for us reflected in it and yet not be redeemed. I suppose it is possible, but it is very improbable.

Eaglewood made a comment later that stood out to me:

Some of the things he has written can be seen in a way that looks to be unbiblical. He was a man who did from time to time look unto his own reasoning and logic to prove things rather than doing a Biblical argument.

First of all, I do believe that all of us struggle with leaning on our own understanding. I do not believe this was what Lewis was doing, however - nor do I think he was wrong to write books such as Mere Christianity that explained Biblical principles without relying on the Bible to do so. I think Lewis' intent can be summed up nicely in this one verse from Romans 1:

For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood through what has been made, so that they are without excuse.

The Bible we have today has not always been in existence. Abraham did not have the Bible, nor did Isaac, nor Jacob, nor Joseph. Even today there are many of the Redeemed that do not have ready access to the Written Word of G-d. These people do not have the ability to point out scriptures that back up their beliefs - they do, however, have the Word dwelling within them. They have the awareness of the Divine that every single person on Earth has, no matter how hard they struggle to rid themselves of it. There is nothing wrong with pointing out how G-d's law is written into nature, because it is.

Thomas, the one infamously known as 'Doubting Thomas" said he would not believe in the resurrection of Yeshua unless he could see and touch the wounds on His body.

Now Thomas (called Didymus), one of the Twelve, was not with the disciples when Jesus came. So the other disciples told him, "We have seen the Lord!" But he said to them, "Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe it."
A week later his disciples were in the house again, and Thomas was with them. Though the doors were locked, Jesus came and stood among them and said, "Peace be with you!" Then he said to Thomas, "Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe."
Thomas said to him, "My Lord and my God!"
Then Jesus told him, "Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed."


Isn't this interesting? Thomas said he needed to see, and Yeshua granted his request! He did not tell Thomas "Tough luck - you'll just have to take it on faith." He did gently chastise Thomas, and blessed those that could believe without seeing, but He did not curse Thomas or those that want to see to believe.

This, I believe, is what C.S. Lewis was trying to do. He was not writing for Christians, but for non-Christians. He was not writing for those that already believed, but for those that did not believe, or whose faith was shaky. He was attempting to show that we can know that what is in the Bible is truth because that same truth is evident in everyday life. This is why he did not craft his arguments using the Bible itself as the basis. C.S. Lewis himself was led to redemption through this method, that of showing that reason and logic point to the Bible, rather than away from it.

Friday, December 23, 2005

The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

I had been looking forward to this movie ever since I heard they were making it. I love the Chronicles of Narnia but am not such a rabid fan of them as I am of The Lord of the Rings.

Ultimately, I was disappointed. Sorry to say, but I was. There were moments that I loved - I cried when Lucy first stepped into Narnia. But overall, the movie fell flat for me. Again, it was the little things that pushed me over the edge.

The biggest thing that really bothered me was that they took out the fact that Aslan was the son of the Emperor across the Sea. In the movie, they reference the deep magic which rules over Narnia - yet in the books, the deep magic was established by the Emperor across the Sea. The latter reference adds to the Christian allegory of the story, the former sounds very New Age.

One of the things that irritated me after awhile was the constant bickering. Yes, the children bickered in the book, but the movie seemed to concentrate too much on that aspect. They also turned Mr. and Mrs. Beaver into bickering comic relief.

I also felt that they needed to focus more on story and characters and less on flashy action. They added a lot of action that was not present in the books, which detracted from the story for me. The action was nice to look at, but left me feeling that a lot of the depth and substance of the story had suffered for it. My husband (who has never read the books) helped me put my finger on just what it was that bothered me when he pointed out that there was really no reason shown for why the children liked Aslan so well. They had only a short time with him before he died, so why did it affect them so strongly?

The last thing I had issue with was the Witch. She was well-acted, but they spent more time fleshing her out and making her look "cool" than they did for Aslan. Almost every advertisement I saw for the movie featured the Witch's face. This is another aspect of our society's apparent need to promote evil as being cool. They also downplayed just how afraid she was of Aslan, making it appear that they were closer to being equals than they were in the book.

My husband offered one other problem he had with the movie - the chemistry between the actors portraying Peter and Susan. He said it seemed more like they were dating than brother and sister. That made me laugh. Of course, they were both very attractive, so it would not surprise me if there was also some attraction between them. I remember what it was like being a teenager. I've always thought it must be pretty hard to pretend that the attractive member of the opposite sex you are working with is your sibling or your child. (This must be especially hard on the men, who might be working with a young bombshell with generously exposed cleavage!)

So anyway, I'm glad I saw the movie, and I look forward to seeing the rest, but ultimately it failed to earn a place in my heart among my favorite movies.

It's never the big things...

...that put me into explosively angry moods. It is always a collection of little things.

Last night, we left our son with my in-laws while we went and watched The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Afterwards, we collected our son and drove home. This was around 11pm. My husband had me take over driving and then promptly fell asleep. When we got home, he was cognizant enough to get out and check the mail. Then he headed indoors. I gathered my first armful of items that needed to go inside and headed to the house as well. There, my husband was standing in the door. I figured maybe he'd see that I needed help carrying things. When I returned after putting the items on the table, I found my husband gone and the door wide open to the cold air. He was not at the car, helping to carry items or retrieve my son. He had gone to bed. Conveniently, he did not remember any of this in the morning. (Next time, I'm just going to steer him to the car and tell him to help carry things.)

I put my son to bed then got up and went downstairs, because my husband had reminded me (in the car, at 11pm) that he needed his deputy sheriff star sown on to his uniform before he went to work in the morning. Thanks, hon.
Downstairs, I discovered that whoever came over yesterday to take care of my housemate's dogs while we and she were gone had decided to put the heat on for them. Unfortunately, my housemate's heat does not heat - it air conditions. So they dropped the temperature in the house to 55 degrees.

So now I'm cold, tired and have a tension headache. Added to that, I'm hungry. I decide I'll have a piece of the apple pie that was in the fridge, warmed up in the microwave. It was not to be. Somebody had eaten the pie, quite possibly the same person that lowered the temperature in my house. Eventually I scrounged up something else, which was a poor substitute for warm apple pie. Then I set to work, only to find out that the star was so tough it was hard to push the needle through it. I was up until 3am sewing and even then could not finish sewing all sides of that darn star.

This morning might have started out better, if I had not discovered that instead of the diapers I had in the diaper bag, my mother-in-law put swim diapers on my son. She knows they are swim diapers, because she is the one that introduced me to them. So anyway, he took his morning pee all over our bed, and now there is a big wet spot with baking soda sprinkled on it. Why - why did my mother-in-law do this to me?

The house, of course, is still extremely cold and the outlook is not good for heating it up. My son made sure I was aware of the cold this morning by insisting on a) kicking the covers off while I was nursing him and b) pulling the covers off later when he thought it was time for me to be up and about. I did speak to my housemate on the phone, and she will speak to her ex-fiance and see if he knows how to get the heat working again.

So now I'm in a state of great irritability, one that needs only a little push here or there in order to explode into a state of fiery anger. I really, really want some chocolate - but the chocolate in the house is divided up between that small amount which belongs to my housemate, and the large bag of assorted truffles that I bought as a Christmas present yesterday.

Must - not - eat - Christmas - present!

Monday, December 19, 2005

Maybe I'm just cold-hearted

The only part of this article that bothered me was the part where they sometimes skin the dogs alive. Otherwise, why not make fur coats from stray dogs and cats? At least this way they're contributing to the economy instead of sucking up resources. How is this any worse than using cows for leather?

Discovery Channel!

Tonight, two bucks clash antlers in an effort to impress the does with their manliness. Go here and here for footage of the struggle.

Meanwhile, the pretty doe that started it all is fawning over another buck.

Grab your popcorn, folks, this should be an entertaining show.

Friday, December 16, 2005

Finally, a celebrity with some sense!

I usually like Morgan Freeman's movies.

I'm glad that he proves to have a better grasp of reality than many of his fellow actors.

Go here to read the article.

I am amused

Yesterday I was out walking with my son. A young man riding in a passing car yelled out the window:

"Damn, I'd like to get some of that [posterior]*!"

My first reaction was to think "you have got to be kidding me."

My second was to acknowledge that it was a compliment, however crude in its delivery, and I won't quarrel with compliments.

My third was to wonder if that makes me a MILF.**

When I told my husband that story, he laughed and said he'd like to think so.

*I don't actually mind using the word ass. I just think the sentence looks a lot funnier when I use posterior. =)

**If you don't know what that is, I don't think I want to tell you.

***I used asterisks in my writing prior to reading Amigo's blog. These here are a tribute to him, though.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Another prayer request

But this one isn't for me or my husband.

Recently on Amigo's Place a discussion about the death penalty has been taking place. A man named Brian wandered by Amigo's blog and was quite upset with Amigo's stance on the execution of the convicted murderer Tookie.

I'm not sure why, exactly, but after reading one of Brian's comments I became extremely sorrowful and concerned for him. I have read plenty of comments from liberals that disagree with my conservative views, and this is not usually the reaction that I have. In Brian's posts I glimpsed a once beautiful soul that has been sadly mangled. His spirit is deeply injured. He seems to be a compassionate man with a deep capacity for love, however misplaced that compassion is. I would guess, based on what he has written, that he grew up under oppressive and abusive conditions, perpetrated by people that claimed to be the children of G-d but were not.

I don't want the ones that have deceived Brian to triumph. I don't want to see his spirit crushed and his heart hardened any further. I want this man to experience what the true Father's love is really like. Please, everyone, if G-d impresses this on your heart as well, pray for Brian. Pray that G-d will send His true children into this man's life and that they will pour out G-d's love upon him. Pray that he will turn from darkness and be washed in the blood of Yeshua.

Snipped from James 5:

The effective prayer of a righteous man can accomplish much.
Elijah was a man with a nature like ours, and he prayed earnestly that it would not rain, and it did not rain on the earth for three years and six months.
Then he prayed again, and the sky poured rain and the earth produced its fruit.
My brethren, if any among you strays from the truth and one turns him back,
let him know that he who turns a sinner from the error of his way will save his soul from death and will cover a multitude of sins.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Bananas!

My sister Joelle turns 27 today. I'm not sure how soon she'll be online again, as her husband is shipping out to basic training, but I know she'd probably appreciate it if anyone feels like dropping by her blog and saying "happy birthday".

Happy Birthday, sis!

A sign...

...that the Apocalypse draws nigh!

I've purchased a garment that has lace, embroidered flowers and is pink.

Only my family will really understand why the world will shortly end. =D

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Josh Groban is a metrosexual weenie!

Okay, I admit, I just used that title because I'm trying to get a rise out of Jo. That's not very nice of me, as she's all stressed out about packing and moving while her husband heads out to basic.

Josh Groban may not be a metrosexual weenie, but he certainly has unfortunate taste in the songs that he sings. When I listen to his album I have to program the CD player so that most of the songs played are his non-English songs. That way I can appreciate his beautiful voice without being distracted by exceptionally silly lyrics. Actually, it isn't just the lyrics - it is the lyrics combined with the way that he sings. Every song becomes pure melodrama.

These are excerpts from the worst of the bunch, which I inflict on my readers because I am feeling cruel tonight.

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now


For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

Vincent Van Gogh was no sissy. He cut off his own ear, for pete's sake! If he knew someone had written such a silly song about him, he'd probably come back from the grave to exact vengeance.

"You took your life as lovers often do" has to be, hands-down, the silliest lyric in the entire song. If lovers often took their lives, the population of the world would be smaller and people would be a lot more hesitant to begin a romantic relationship. It isn't the Romeo & Juliette types that commit suicide, it is sad, lonely, middle-aged men who have been cut off from their families and sad, lonely teenagers that feel cut off from everyone.

Here are excerpts from another song that does nothing to enhance Groban's masculinity:

I know you're gone
I watched you leave
I always thought
That it was me
You made it clear
With that last kiss
You couldn't live a life
With maybe's and whatif's


When every boat
Has sailed away
And every path
Is marked and paved
When every road
Has had its say
Then I'll be bringing you back
Home to stay

So his chick leaves him to tour the world, and he's going to wait at home like a sad puppy hoping she'll come back? Dude, if you run after her and grab it back, they can still reattach it! Quick, before she throws it out a window!

(Blogger hates every attempt of mine to edit a post with HTML, so I'm just going to leave the screwy font on the lyrics alone for now.)

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Shaq gets his badge

Buried at the end of this fluff article is a disturbing thing:

And in September he did just that. After seeing a man throw a bottle and yell anti-gay slurs at a passer-by, O'Neal trailed the man and helped an officer arrest him as a hate-crime suspect.

I'm speechless.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

This makes me very sad

Billy D of In Deo Veritas is packing up and heading out.

I know he will be greatly missed.



Man, I'm actually blinking away tears.

Monday, December 05, 2005

Vengeance is Mine...

From Deuteronomy 32:

'Vengeance is Mine, and retribution,
In due time their foot will slip;
For the day of their calamity is near,
And the impending things are hastening upon them.'

Some call it Karma. Some call it reaping what you sow. Whatever your choice of description, astute people throughout history have recognized that what you do returns to you in some shape or form. This is, I believe, a spiritual law put in place by YHWH.

Therefore I found this article on Worldnetdaily to be very interesting and illuminating. Some portions of note:

Women who have an abortion face a 248 percent greater risk of suicide, accidental death or homicide in the following year, according to a newly released 13-year Finnish study.

While the risk of death among women who had given birth in the prior year was lowest, death from suicide, accidents and homicide was highest among women who had an abortion in the previous year.

The study also found that the increase in the risk of death was from suicides and accidents. It showed a 154 percent higher risk of death from suicide and 82 percent higher risk of death from accidental injuries.

The saddest part of the article:

"Women seeking abortions should be informed that abortion is associated with significant physical and mental health risks, and it also deprives them of numerous physical and mental health benefits associated with childbirth." Reardon said.

He added, it's "especially important for health care providers to be aware of these risks and the risk factors which identify those women who are at highest risk."


"Providing women with the resources to help them resolve emotional issues relating to past abortions will not only increase their well-being but may possibly save their lives," he said.


No mention is made of the need to encourage women not to seek abortions in the first place.

Only those that walk in darkness, calling evil good and good, evil, can continue to put forth that abortion is not harmful or that it is in any way beneficial to women to be able to have abortion on demand.

Thanks to Erik at Emunda for bringing this to my attention.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Drugs and psychiatry

Recently I made a hasty comment over at Billy D's blog in regards to an article he posted about the TeenScreen program.

Roci posted a good response about the interpretation of statistical facts. I have to admit, I saw what I wanted to see. They had mentioned that 100% of the teens that committed suicide in Pasco County were being treated with drugs or psychiatric therapy. I interpreted this to mean that the drugs and psychiatry had pushed the children over the edge.

I still believe that drug treatment is usually ineffective and often dangerous. I'm sure you all have read of the "black box" warnings now required to appear on certain prescription drugs that have been known to cause suicidal thoughts in people that use them.

I have had to modify my opinion, though, to the extent that I must acknowledge that the treatment is not necessarily a causative effect in regards to suicide - it's more likely that the treatmet is simply ineffective. This, really, should have been a no-brainer for me.

When someone is taking prescription drugs, those drugs cannot fix the person's mental or physical ailment. At best, they can only make the symptoms more manageable. In the case of physical ailments, ultimately the person's body must get rid of the ailment, if it can. In the case of mental ailments - which I believe are more accurately labeled spiritual ailments - the only true cure is to die with Yeshua and be raised again to a new life in Him. Not only can He help a person manage their symptoms, He can get rid of the cause for the symptoms, if only that person will allow Him to.

Where are Joseph and Daniel when I need them?

Caution: the dream I am about to relate has some horrific content. If you are squeamish and do not enjoy horror movies, I recommend that you skip this post.

In my dream, when I gave birth to my son I also gave birth to his twin brother, whom the doctors attendant at the birth assured me was stillborn.

I buried the deceased twin in the woods behind my house. It was not for any sinister reason. I was not trying to hide the body. It just seemed like the natural thing to do. I buried the head and the body separately. That also seemed like the natural thing to do.

The dream moved forward in time. I was microwaving several chunks of meat, among them a meatloaf sized slab of beef. When I returned to the microwave to obtain some of the beef, it was not beef but my dead baby's head. Unfazed by its appearance in place of the beef, I took a knife and began slicing off small pieces from the neck. It seemed completely natural and normal to eat my dead child. When I pressed the knife into the forehead, my baby's eyes opened and its facial muscles began moving.

I screamed, horrified not because I had been about to eat my dead child, but because it had been alive when I buried it, and was still alive sans body. I ran to my mother, rapidly explaining what had happened. At this time, I recalled that I thought I had seen the baby's eyes flutter as I buried it, but had dismissed it as impossible.

My mother took the news calmly. In fact, she implied that this kind of thing had happened before to other women. (That is, that the child had appeared dead when it was still alive.) She retrieved my child's body and sewed it and the head back together. Despite having been buried for months, the head was undecayed, though still damaged from where I had sliced into it. The body was also largely undecayed, though there were a sprinkling of spots of raw flesh across the upper back where the skin had been eaten away.

The newly restored son quickly grew to match his brother's size and motor skills. The dream blurred and moved forward in time. Now my sons were nine years old. Vincent existed only in a peripheral way, as the nameless twin was the focus of the dream. I felt guilty for having caused my son's frightening appearance as well as some health issues, including partial deafness and impaired speech. His body, though it grew, had never repaired any of the damaged flesh. However, I loved him dearly. He was a very sweet, highly intelligent child. The rest of the family accepted him just as warmly.

We took him out in public for the first time to attend a community meeting. We kept him well covered so that his appearance would not cause any problems.

Unfortunately, he attracted the notice of an unpleasant woman that grew irritated when he would not respond to her, being unaware that he was partially deaf. Before I could interfere she had moved forward to lecture him, cornering him with his back against the door. Frightened, he reached out and touched her nose, which crumpled and sunk into her face.

I had long suspected that he had some kind of mysterious power. Now it had manifested for everyone to see. While people were standing up and nervously asking their neighbors what had happened I made my way over to my boy. I was very sad. I explained to him that I loved him and understood if he needed to leave, as there would surely be trouble in a very short time.

He left, then reappeared after what felt like a few months, while I was once again attending a community meeting. He had mastered his magical ability to the extent of being able to fully restore his body. He also felt more like an equal than my son. He had come back to tell all of us that we had the same power that he did and that with training, we could do anything he could. Apparently, there were people of influence over the community that had convinced our ancestors that they had no power, so that it was repressed in their descendents.

I was extremely excited by this news and regressed to the behavior of childhood, smiling, squealing and jumping up and down as everyone began talking, amazed at this turn of events.

The dream ended on this celebratory note.



This is, hands-down, the most bizarre and disturbing dream I have ever, ever had. While the dream was taking place, I took things pretty matter-of-factly, but when I woke up I was pretty twitchy until able to write down what I remembered of the dream.

If you're thinking that I must be some kind of sociopath to be having dreams like this, I don't know what to respond. I certainly don't feel like a sociopath. I'm not sure if I should blame the fondue I had for supper that night, or the icecream I had at midnight an hour or two before going to bed. Perhaps there was something deeper at work. I don't know - all I know is that if I knew of a Joseph or a Daniel in this present age, I'd sure be asking them if there was a spiritual interpretation for this dream!

Update:

I realized that I left out much of my emotional responses in the dream.

I was very matter-of-fact about the initial loss of my child. After I realized he had been alive all along, I never blamed the doctors that had said he was dead, I only blamed myself for not paying attention to what my intuition was telling me while burying him.
While my son was growing up I saw him as being special and somehow set-apart, not from the circumstances surrounding his restoration to me, but because of his intelligence and loving attitude. Being his mother seemed somehow incidental.
There was nothing overtly spiritual about the dream. I do not remember ever once thinking about G-d and what His part was in these events. If He even existed in that dream world, it was in the same shadowy way in which my real son Vincent, my husband and certain other family members existed.
When I woke up, despite the positive note on which the dream had ended, I couldn't help but feel that the ending was somehow sinister.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

People are buffalo

Forget the sheep analogy. People are buffalo. If you can get one near-sighted buffalo to start running for the cliff, all the buffalo start running for the cliff. And they will trample anyone that gets in their way!

Just because a large segment of the population supports something does not make it right. After all, most Germans supported taking the Jew's stuff away from them then packing them into trains and shipping them off to concentration camps.