I have returned from a recent trip to Mars (some spell it Arkansas) and have taken up the mighty pen (ok, keyboard...you're soooo picky!) to communicate once more with the world. Sorry it's been so long, real life ensues and oft times consumes one's time. I mean, what is it with these people? Like husbands who want to eat, like every day, and people who want money all the time (rotten utility companies) and pets to keep track of and a seemingly never ending supply of dust and grime...Seriously though, I do believe that I've made some kind of scientific breakthrough with the dust bunnies under my bed. Actually, I guess you'd have to classify them as dust gargantuas at this point. Anyway, I think they're trying to make contact...they keep poking their oddly shaped snouts out from under the dust ruffle (really, who thought something so flimsy would keep them in?) and sniffing around. If one of my cats disappears I'm calling in the feds.
Ok, enough with the reuniting banter. I still have questions. For instance...Have all of our major politicians lost their minds? No, no...give it a minute to soak in. After all, here they are hyping this new immigration bill which would basically legalize about 12 million people who have flouted the laws of this nation, and the public has pretty much overwhelmingly said, "NO!" And yet, they behave as if they don't understand those of us who believe that everyone who lives in this country should obey the law, as do we. Diane Feinstein and Trent Lott, for crying out loud!? Since when should those people be standing on the same side of pretty much any political line. Diane lives in or around San Francisco...yeah, the land of my youth...you remember, where it was required that I have a class in TANNING as a unit in gym my senior year. (So I got an "A", so what!? What's your point?) These politicos are making noises as if hearing from a huge majority of this country's citizens, who are making it quite clear that we don't want to let bygones be bygones and legalize anyone who took a notion to wander over the border, is meaningless. Right, they are just getting some "uninformed" hate mail. "Uninformed?!" We have talk radio!!! Oh right, that's bad though, because the overwhelmingly successful talk radio in this country has a conservative bent....hmmm, could that be because those of us listening do too??!! And since when is airing an opinion as to how our government should enforce the law of the land hateful? I don't hate illegal immigrants...I just want them to properly become legalOh. But now Diane and Nancy and other liberal politicians (as well as some who are supposed to be conservative) are talking about how unfair it is that most of the informative talk radio that the public finds acceptable enough to listen to isn't being balanced out by left-leaning stations. Could it be because, in our economy driven, capitalist society, no one will pay to listen to liberal bunk? I'm so tired of people in my government telling me that I'm too stupid to know what I think. Come on! Didn't anyone else hear Hilary Clinton make the speech about how, when she's the president, she will TAKE....yeah, I said TAKE...the profits from those big oil companies to use for better purposes. Since when is it an even thinkable option for someone, anyone, much less government officials to TAKE what someone else EARNS?! Did I miss the big "Hey, let's all decide that America is a socialist society" meeting? Folks, we need to start paying more attention to the words being used in this nation...words have meaning, they're powerful, and if we don't start listening closely and responding loudly, we'll have Hilary's (or someone else's) fingers digging through our pockets even faster than they are now. ARGH! Somebody, please tell the emperor to put on some stinking clothes!!! I can't stand it!
Breathing deeply, breathing deeply. Ok, I think I'm going to make it. On another note...you'll have noticed above (I hope) that I wrote that words have meaning...and that they're powerful. Honestly, that's the only thing that keeps me even close to being still stuck on this planet with an unexploded head. Not just any words...the WORD. Right, some of you may realize what and Who I mean by that. I'm talking about God's Word...the Bible. Oh, suck it up...don't be all "...eeuww, she's going to preach at us now." Call it what you will. I am nothing if not eclectic...you've had a glimpse at a couple of the myriad of my (may I say "brilliant"?...oh yeah?! Whatever! My mom says I am!) many facets and this is another. As goofy as I may seem, as pig-headed (politically) and opinionated, this is the deepest part of me, and the one that really counts. I am, without apology, a "born again", saved by the blood of Jesus, Bible carrying Christian. I say "without apology" because I will not apologize for trusting in the One Who gave Himself to suffer and die for my sin. I will not apologize for honoring Jesus Christ, King of kings and Lord of Lords. And I will definitely not apologize for sharing the words of truth that He has given me with the rest of you. You don't have to agree, I won't take offense. That part is between you and God and He's perfectly capable of reasoning with you without me getting all worked up. But I must tell you that God is God and that Jesus Christ, His Son, is the only way to the Father. See, I'm funny that way. To my way of thinking the only One Who laid down His life and...here's the kicker...took it back up again to prove that He's God, that's the One I'm going to listen to. All of that said, I'm going to close our visit today with this advice. READ!! Read the Bible. (A real one, mind you...not one of those paraphrased versions...I'm talking King James, New King James, New American Standard) People, in case you haven't noticed, our world is going bananas...(can you spell Nancy Pelosi in a headscarf?) and if you want to be able to walk a straight line through the mad hatter's tea party and come out unscathed, you need a map. Seriously, and this time I'm using that word in its truest form...read the map. God wrote it, it's true, it's complete and, when read in context and entirety, makes utter sense. You want to know what happens next??? Even in the midst of my head-exploding tirades about the folly going on around me...I KNOW what's coming and I KNOW Who's in charge. I may rage about the political idiocy being foisted on this nation, it really does chaff my shorts, but I don't do it hopelessly because I know that this too shall pass...
Read your Bible...or read someone else's. Start with John, then Romans...or heck, God will show you what you need to read.
I'll be back!
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Friday, June 1, 2007
Just thoughts
Well, here I am again. It's been a tough week (month, year...take your pick)but I'm still here and still kicking. It seems I always have questions...hence the link for this blog, (canigetananswer)and these days my head is just even fuller than usual (watch it! I said "fuller" not "bigger") I can't help wondering about certain things.
For instance, I wonder if the liberals in government really believe in the fantasy world that they try to palm off on the rest of us. Do they really think that when they decide to tax the nasty old rich companies that those costs aren't simply reflected in the price of goods to consumers? Right, that would be to you and me. Simple economics - company sells stuff at a certain price, government decides it needs more money (jeepers, why would that be? wouldn't have anything to do with spending like a drunken sailor...What?! you mean we shouldn't be investing in research on cow flatulence and spending hundreds of dollars per toilet seat in government buildings?!) So the government decides to tax said company so as to have more money for mindless research and gold plated comodes. Then said company, wanting to actually make money, raises the cost of products to cover the aforementioned taxes. Oh, wait a minute. I heard a state financial flunky on the radio the other morning, defending an outrageous gasoline tax...I mean, another outrageous gasoline tax, on top of the several already imposed in this state...by saying that they were writing legislation to make sure that the companies couldn't raise costs to consumers. When challenged by the radio host he actually said that the companies usually covered such extra expense by firing a few employees. LIKE THAT'S A GOOD THING!! Yeesh!
And have you noticed that apparently the poor don't pay taxes because they're too poor, and the really rich don't pay taxes because they have lawyers and loopholes which eliminate their taxes, or they just don't think they have to (Willie Nelson comes to mind)so that means that the middle class (uh, that would be me again) pays all the taxes. And them's a lot of taxes.
Enough of that. I have to revisit fashion for just a teeny moment. Truly, I wish I didn't have to but I have this little problem. See, lately I've been putting on a little weight. I really have no idea why...in fact I was musing over that just the other evening over my after dinner bowl of hyper-buttered popcorn followed by a 3 scoop ice cream cone while I energetically swiveled in my rocker/recliner. So, I says to myself "Self, how can it be that all of a sudden you've poofed up a good 8 pounds here?" I pondered that question all the way to the fridge and back with my strawberry shortcake, with, of course, light whipped cream on the angel food cake. (Which, of course has no calories as any thinking person knows.Duh! Angel food. Who ever heard of a fat angel?) Well, frankly I'm stumped. I keep paying for my membership to that nice gym, the one I saw most recently in March...so what could the problem be? It's got to be glandular. Well, anyway, due to the recent excess poundage I found myself in need of, shall we say, clothing that "drapes" more attractively? (Ok, I thought it was kind of important to be able to actually zip my pants...with my big hinder in them) So I find myself in the mall again...that neat place with the cinnamon rolls and coco loco drinks with (YEAH, LIGHT WHIPPED CREAM...WHAT'S YOUR POINT?!) And as I peruse the racks of clothing I'm thinking "Somebody's harvested all of these garments off an "ugly" tree." I mean, seriously people, there's no getting around the fact that a polyester, crinkly shirt in various shades of brown, baby puke green and pepto bismol pink is just stinking ugly!! And since when does size XL stand for something tiny enough for a Barbie doll to barely squeeze into? You know, all this thinking is making me hungry....hmmmm. I think I may have to pick this post up in the morning, right after pancakes. Oooohh, pancakes go with sausage right? Wait a minute...warning, warning!! Thoughts of sausage make me think about how I fit into my jeans right now. Dang! That's depressing, I think I need some chocolate to sparkle up the old endorphins.
ARGH!!!
For instance, I wonder if the liberals in government really believe in the fantasy world that they try to palm off on the rest of us. Do they really think that when they decide to tax the nasty old rich companies that those costs aren't simply reflected in the price of goods to consumers? Right, that would be to you and me. Simple economics - company sells stuff at a certain price, government decides it needs more money (jeepers, why would that be? wouldn't have anything to do with spending like a drunken sailor...What?! you mean we shouldn't be investing in research on cow flatulence and spending hundreds of dollars per toilet seat in government buildings?!) So the government decides to tax said company so as to have more money for mindless research and gold plated comodes. Then said company, wanting to actually make money, raises the cost of products to cover the aforementioned taxes. Oh, wait a minute. I heard a state financial flunky on the radio the other morning, defending an outrageous gasoline tax...I mean, another outrageous gasoline tax, on top of the several already imposed in this state...by saying that they were writing legislation to make sure that the companies couldn't raise costs to consumers. When challenged by the radio host he actually said that the companies usually covered such extra expense by firing a few employees. LIKE THAT'S A GOOD THING!! Yeesh!
And have you noticed that apparently the poor don't pay taxes because they're too poor, and the really rich don't pay taxes because they have lawyers and loopholes which eliminate their taxes, or they just don't think they have to (Willie Nelson comes to mind)so that means that the middle class (uh, that would be me again) pays all the taxes. And them's a lot of taxes.
Enough of that. I have to revisit fashion for just a teeny moment. Truly, I wish I didn't have to but I have this little problem. See, lately I've been putting on a little weight. I really have no idea why...in fact I was musing over that just the other evening over my after dinner bowl of hyper-buttered popcorn followed by a 3 scoop ice cream cone while I energetically swiveled in my rocker/recliner. So, I says to myself "Self, how can it be that all of a sudden you've poofed up a good 8 pounds here?" I pondered that question all the way to the fridge and back with my strawberry shortcake, with, of course, light whipped cream on the angel food cake. (Which, of course has no calories as any thinking person knows.Duh! Angel food. Who ever heard of a fat angel?) Well, frankly I'm stumped. I keep paying for my membership to that nice gym, the one I saw most recently in March...so what could the problem be? It's got to be glandular. Well, anyway, due to the recent excess poundage I found myself in need of, shall we say, clothing that "drapes" more attractively? (Ok, I thought it was kind of important to be able to actually zip my pants...with my big hinder in them) So I find myself in the mall again...that neat place with the cinnamon rolls and coco loco drinks with (YEAH, LIGHT WHIPPED CREAM...WHAT'S YOUR POINT?!) And as I peruse the racks of clothing I'm thinking "Somebody's harvested all of these garments off an "ugly" tree." I mean, seriously people, there's no getting around the fact that a polyester, crinkly shirt in various shades of brown, baby puke green and pepto bismol pink is just stinking ugly!! And since when does size XL stand for something tiny enough for a Barbie doll to barely squeeze into? You know, all this thinking is making me hungry....hmmmm. I think I may have to pick this post up in the morning, right after pancakes. Oooohh, pancakes go with sausage right? Wait a minute...warning, warning!! Thoughts of sausage make me think about how I fit into my jeans right now. Dang! That's depressing, I think I need some chocolate to sparkle up the old endorphins.
ARGH!!!
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