Wow, I guess I should stop by here more often. The whole shebang has changed. It's all so stream-lined. Hmm mm..... I'll have to give it a whirl and see what happens.
I haven't been consistently writing in this blog for about two years now. Things were at a point in my life where I couldn't really think about much else than survival, which is pretty much what the whole freaking country has been doing for the last two years when you think about it.
There are so many people who want to lay all of our country's problems at the feet of President Obama. Well, excuse me, but didn't Obama step into a shit-storm from the get-go, left behind by the previous administration? Hello? Have you all taken your heads out of the sand yet? The previous 8 years, though fun in some ways, kind of set the stage for a lot of crap that Obama is trying to sort through. It's kind of like having your 4-year-old grandchild take over your home office for a year. They write on your documents with crayons, take their round-point scissors and cut out certain parts of important documents, put others through your shredder, leave peanut butter stains on your most precious things, delete this, add this, all in such a way as would only make reasonable sense to a 4 year old. Now, you decide it's time to resume your responsibility for the office, and look what a mess you have to clean up!
If Newt Gingrich should become our next president I will leave the country and become a hermit on some small out of the way island, but first, I will try to take as many innocent people with me as I can. The thought makes my stomach churn. The other Republican candidates seem like a who's who of "Didn't he run a few times before already?" or "Who the hell's this guy?" At least they haven't regurgitated Sarah P......oh, let's not go there. I was actually starting to enjoy this again, so why spoil it now?
I started out by coming across a few blogs I used to read, seeing if the spin had changed, and no such luck. These blogs are mostly comprised of what I would call the southern baptist stump preacher's way of preaching about the joys of atheism. And don't act like you don't know what I mean. They are full of their own fire and brimstone pointing the way to a hellish existence for everyone and everyone's crazy brother if you do not stop believing in this sinful beast called God, excuse me, "god"! The woes of belief are many, and the rewards are few, to hear these guys tell it. In their minds, nothing is more sinful than giving yourself over to a higher power, and you are committing an act of unbridled insanity and destroying our country's moral fiber by doing so.
Well, excuse me. They sound so much like your typical evangelist foaming at the mouth and passing the plate, that I am waiting for them to remind us that costs money, and if you truly believe that there isn't anything out there but black holes, then you must help support the cost, $1 at a time.
Here's what I think. I will believe what I want to believe, and nothing anyone else screams or shouts or stamps their foot and says "you are so wrong", is gonna change my mind. I believe in a higher power. I always will. I just don't think I evolved from a slug or other such weird looking creature. I am not saying that Darwin was wrong. I do believe the strongest adapt and change and perpetuate the species. I, however, reserve the right to say "under God" in the pledge of allegiance if I want to. And no one can tell me I can't. I can read the Bible and interpret it however I want to, for my own purposes, for my own life, and no one can say no you can't.... I can even say, "Gosh, I don't know." and no one can say I'm wrong. That is what freedom is.
I am so tired of hearing about this act of Marines urinating on dead bodies. Well, let's say for the sake of argument, it might be true. Let's say you have been in a country where these people or people who look like these people or people who try to look like these people have been constantly trying to shoot your ass, blow you up, blow up your friends, and they don't have to follow the same rules you do. They are not held accountable for whatever atrocities they may commit. Let's say this has been going on for about a year now. Let's say you are tired of not sleeping, you have sand in your hair, mouth, shoes, socks, and you are pretty sick of sand. Let's say you watched your best buddy get blown up, why was it yesterday or the day before, you don't remember because time seems to be something irrelevant now. You find that if someone so much as coughs, you jump nearly out of your sand-filled boots. Given these circumstances, and given the fact that after this particular fight, you am still alive and breathing, there's no telling what you might do, after realizing that you are, yes, going to live a few minutes longer. Shit happens in war. That's why they call it war. If it was fun and followed rules, well, hell, we would all be wanting to join up, now wouldn't we?
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