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I live in Indiana where Union’s are now under fire.
I live in Indiana where tax payer dollars are being spent to ensure that no homosexual is allowed to marry. Despite the fact that we pay our taxes, vote in officials and abide by the law we are still not allowed to marry. Please vote for me, pay your taxes, obey the law and accept less than everyone else.
I’ll be happy when this election crap is over! Every commercial is about voting and why one candidate is more trustworthy than the other.
I don’t usually go political on this blog but right now I’m going to have to say a few things. You know what? People don’t learn. They really don’t. When Obama ran for office people were looking for a magician, someone who could turn everything around in the blink of an eye. They wanted someone who could make the depression/recession go away quickly. They wanted a savior but what they got was a human being. They were sadly disappointed.
This is something I was thinking about the other day when I saw the Pope on TV and when I saw several news reports on the subject of his speech. First off, let me say this entry is NOT about my belief about the guilt of the church. This entry is NOT about the crimes, the survivors, the priests or even religion. It’s about those caught in the middle and about what they must be feeling.
I’m confused by media statements recently. They’re vague yet definitive and therefore bothersome. I wonder if others have asked for further explanation into statements such as,
Illegal immigrants bring crime.
Immigrants from where? Are we talking about immigrants from the Sudan, from France, Canada? From where?
Specifically what crimes are illegal immigrants committing that American citizens are not?
Have you ever slept so hard that when you woke up you found a dried spot of drool on your arm? Maybe the spot was still wet? Maybe you were disturbed by someone’s snoring but when you woke you were the only person in the room. Maybe? Nope, me neither but there are many out there who have and we must not judge or criticize them. Let those drooling snoring losers I mean people live in peace. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go to bed. I’m up at 5AM because people found it necessary to call me all through the night to celebrate some sort of historic moment. Evidently there was some sort of landslide win where one guy got his butt royally kicked and out voted. It had something to do with a tall skinny guy and a short old guy with short arms who likes to give the thumbs up. I don’t remember all the details though. I do remember the fireworks outside and people literally dancing in the streets. I suppose after I’ve had a good night of drool-less silent sleep I’ll remember. All I know is some little old guy who likes to wage war got his butt kicked. I believe in slang terms one could say he was ” electorally bitch slapped.” Anyway, it’s under the covers for me. I’ll figure it all out later.
A Silent Dry Night – Wednesday, November 05, 2008-5:05AM EST
I watched Fife Senior playing the virtual reality game Simcity. Simcity is a virtual reality game where you build your own city and run it as mayor. The game then throws different scenarios at you such as the need for public programs, hospitals, schools, recycling programs and a host of other things. The game also lets you know when citizens complain or demand changes. In the beginning his city had no place to put trash so it was all over the streets. Then they wanted a new school and a new hospital. Every day he tells me a little more about Fife City and how hard it is to run it and keep it going. When his city goes broke he has to find a way to make money so he can fund public programs and such.
All of this is just a game. I don’t live in Fife City run by Mayor Fife so I don’t benefit from public aid or get protection from his police department. I live in Indianapolis where huge, huge deficits were created because someone treated our economy like a game. Politicians played Russian Roulette and pointed the gun not at themselves but at the citizens of Indianapolis. Continue reading ‘Crumbs at My Table’
After reading Enola’s entry outlining the outrageous and baffling comments by a lawmaker, reasonable people could feel nothing less than sadness, despair and heart stopping fear for the degraded condition this society has settled itself into and gotten comfortable in. Her entry outlines a defense attorney’s horrific comments as he discusses child rape and the death penalty. The YouTube presentation is one that I personally will remember. His words are here: “I’m going to make sure that the rest of their life is ruined, that when they’re 8 years old, they throw up; when they’re 12 years old, they won’t sleep; when they’re 19 years old, they’ll have nightmares and they’ll never have a relationship with anybody.” Clearly he has never heard of the ideals behind the Decleration of the Rights of Children or it’s amendments. If he had any idea at all what it means to do the right thing he would have kept his mouth shut. If he had any listened to himself just once he would hear himself go against every single idea there is behind caring for and loving our children. Continue reading ‘Declaration of the Rights of the Child’
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