You know I love signs and here is one I saw yesterday. “I’m not an alcoholic, I’m a DRUNK, Alcoholics go to meetings”.
Speaking of signs, do you think Donald “send my resume to Halliburton” Rumsfield saw any sign that said he might be toast? Is it a sign when your boss say’s that he supports you all the way and then drops you like a bad vote in Virginia?
I love elections, though I admit that this year I did not vote. Apparently the state of Texas lost my voter card and I was unclear where the VFW hall was on the Farm to Machinery road 646. I love our system because at the end the votes decide who will lead this country. It can be a humbling experience at times for politicians who have gone beyond the normal reality check. We have that right because of a democracy that works. I agree we have all gotten caught up in the red state blue state BS and it is nice to see we may be more united then we thought. The influx of moderate and conservative democrats should bring a nice balance to the Kerrys and Boxers of the more left wing Democratic Party.
While watching the coverage on the election I noted that one candidate actually won even though she was dead. The newscaster was quick to point out that the losing candidate was very much alive. This is not all bad news for the living/losing candidate. John Ashcroft also lost an election to a deceased candidate and went onto a fine singing career and to be Attorney General. Tom Delayed was still on the ballot here in Texas, but he lost. Which is a good thing since he no longer lives here and may in fact be a major player in the loss for the Republican losses on Tuesday.
I have to admit that as much I am optimistic, a part of me is concerned that another Jack Abramoff will appear on the horizon. I worry about more Foley’s and his ilk still being around. Since elections are similar to Divorce court, better known as liars court, we can only go forward on the assumptions and promises that were made by the people we elected. And yet with all it’s flaws and quirks it is a great sytem.
The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable man. George Bernard Shaw Irish dramatist & socialist (1856 - 1950)
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
Manna Dummy, not Massage
The Rev. Ted Haggard is apparently the GOP’s answer to John Kerry.
Man, that’s gotta rub you the wrong way…
First, you have Mark “what a page turner’ Foley and now a leader of the ‘Religious Right’ goes a little jerky on the Grand Old Party. What is the deal here?
In Foley’s case, the Priest, who was said to have molested Foley as a youth, denies they ever had sex. Merely some skinny-dipping and massage... In Haggard’s case, there was simply Meth and massage, no sex here, either. Well, so the Reverend says.
Massage seems to be the common denominator. It is nice when a Catholic Priest and a fundamentalist minister can agree on something; usually they are at odds.
Is it just me, or does it seem as if someone is just pulling our chains?
I’m amazed at the heights people will reach before they throw themselves to the ground. I could get into a long list of one-liners here, but it would seem pointless.
My fundamental belief here is that it is never a very good plan to put your trust in the hands of those who actually think they are on a mission from God.
In Haggard’s case, put anything in the hands of a male hooker with access to CNN.
I will be the first to say I am in no position to think of myself as a better or less flawed person. That being said, I did not influence a ton of votes based on family values.
Now the part I really don’t get. Meth!!! Are you out of your freaking mind? Chris Rock, once said “Meth was the white man’s crack.” They don’t got much whiter than old Ted.
Have you seen what this crap is made of? I suspect the “I really need a massage” thing had been brewing for quite sometime with Rev. Ted. But Meth? Where the hell does that come from?
Once again, you find that by using a middleman to talk and seek advice from your God, you might lose sight of the simplicity of belief.
Sometimes it is much easier to simply go… directly to the source.
Man, that’s gotta rub you the wrong way…
First, you have Mark “what a page turner’ Foley and now a leader of the ‘Religious Right’ goes a little jerky on the Grand Old Party. What is the deal here?
In Foley’s case, the Priest, who was said to have molested Foley as a youth, denies they ever had sex. Merely some skinny-dipping and massage... In Haggard’s case, there was simply Meth and massage, no sex here, either. Well, so the Reverend says.
Massage seems to be the common denominator. It is nice when a Catholic Priest and a fundamentalist minister can agree on something; usually they are at odds.
Is it just me, or does it seem as if someone is just pulling our chains?
I’m amazed at the heights people will reach before they throw themselves to the ground. I could get into a long list of one-liners here, but it would seem pointless.
My fundamental belief here is that it is never a very good plan to put your trust in the hands of those who actually think they are on a mission from God.
In Haggard’s case, put anything in the hands of a male hooker with access to CNN.
I will be the first to say I am in no position to think of myself as a better or less flawed person. That being said, I did not influence a ton of votes based on family values.
Now the part I really don’t get. Meth!!! Are you out of your freaking mind? Chris Rock, once said “Meth was the white man’s crack.” They don’t got much whiter than old Ted.
Have you seen what this crap is made of? I suspect the “I really need a massage” thing had been brewing for quite sometime with Rev. Ted. But Meth? Where the hell does that come from?
Once again, you find that by using a middleman to talk and seek advice from your God, you might lose sight of the simplicity of belief.
Sometimes it is much easier to simply go… directly to the source.