The human species perplexes me a lot, and I just have to wonder how their minds work to make them do some of the stupid things that they do. Some of them make me wonder just how they managed to make it through adolecense and into adulthood. I blame medical science.
Now I'm not talking about the capper kids, and retarded people. Most of them think normally and have more common sense than most "normal" humans. No, I'm talking about the supposedly normal people that do shit that's just plain stupid and appears to be done without any kind of thought to what they're actually doing or and consideration for the consequences they will bring about to themselves and others.
You see these people all the time, at the grocery store, gas station, driving down the road, Wal-Mart (This seems to be where they get their energy), just everywhere. And, the sad part is, they don't know! Sometimes, they can be spotted by what they're wearing. Combat boots with shorts, tye-dye and slacks, parka and cargo shorts on a thirty degree day, hell a parka and cargo shorts on a eighty degrees, thongs with socks and long pants, cowboy boots with shorts (only applies if you're male), cowboy boots with a skirt (only applies if you're male), more than one cell phone on your belt, a shirt that says "Cougar Hunter", driving a customised PT Cruiser, mini-van, or station wagon, (only applies to extreme customizations. ie, lambo doors, flames, hydrolics, etc...) and the list goes on.
We have a nice little snow storm coming in tonight and tomorrow. They're calling for six to eight inches in Central Oklahoma, maybe even up to a foot. More in Northeast Oklahoma. And, on my drive to work I see people at the gas stations and grocery stores stocking up on supplies, the streets are packed and you can hardly drive becasue of it. There were three or four times as many people on the roads today than usual, it was damn rediculous. Everybody in a mad frenzy to prepare themselves for "WINTER STORM '11" lofl. Now, don't get me wrong a foot of snow isn't a lot to some, especially in the Northern US and Canada, but here six inches is a lot and we don't get it often. Two or three inches is our normal when it snows here. And, I can understan people wanting to have enough stuff to get them through the next three or four days, and being prepared for this storm. The part that is ludacrist is the last minute part of the frenzy. They've been talking about this storm coming for nearly a week. Yes a WEEK! And, this past few days were almost summer like, mid sixties on Thursday, seventies on Friday, and sixties again on Saturday. Come one people, you know this storm is coming so instead of playing around during the nice weather, take a little bit of that time to prepare. And, if you're not going to use your brain and do a little prepration when it's easy, then just don't prepare and suffer the consequences. Or do as I did and just don't worrry about it. I usually have enough to survive for week or so. Now, I'm not saying I'm smarter or have more common sense than anybody else, it's just my norm to keep food, rock salt, and blankets in my home, and fuel in my truck. So, I go about life as usual when a storm hits. Heading home in the morning will be fun, but if it gets half as bad as they're saying I'll probably forgo coming back tomorrow evening.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Sunday Sermon 1-30-2011
Luke 10 KJV
1After these things the LORD appointed other seventy also, and sent them two and two before his face into every city and place, whither he himself would come.2Therefore said he unto them, The harvest truly is great, but the labourers are few: pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he would send forth labourers into his harvest.
3Go your ways: behold, I send you forth as lambs among wolves.
4Carry neither purse, nor scrip, nor shoes: and salute no man by the way.
5And into whatsoever house ye enter, first say, Peace be to this house.
6And if the son of peace be there, your peace shall rest upon it: if not, it shall turn to you again.
7And in the same house remain, eating and drinking such things as they give: for the labourer is worthy of his hire. Go not from house to house.
8And into whatsoever city ye enter, and they receive you, eat such things as are set before you:
9And heal the sick that are therein, and say unto them, The kingdom of God is come nigh unto you.
10But into whatsoever city ye enter, and they receive you not, go your ways out into the streets of the same, and say,
11Even the very dust of your city, which cleaveth on us, we do wipe off against you: notwithstanding be ye sure of this, that the kingdom of God is come nigh unto you.
12But I say unto you, that it shall be more tolerable in that day for Sodom, than for that city.
13Woe unto thee, Chorazin! woe unto thee, Bethsaida! for if the mighty works had been done in Tyre and Sidon, which have been done in you, they had a great while ago repented, sitting in sackcloth and ashes.
14But it shall be more tolerable for Tyre and Sidon at the judgment, than for you.
15And thou, Capernaum, which art exalted to heaven, shalt be thrust down to hell.
16He that heareth you heareth me; and he that despiseth you despiseth me; and he that despiseth me despiseth him that sent me.
17And the seventy returned again with joy, saying, Lord, even the devils are subject unto us through thy name.
18And he said unto them, I beheld Satan as lightning fall from heaven.
19Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.
20Notwithstanding in this rejoice not, that the spirits are subject unto you; but rather rejoice, because your names are written in heaven.
21In that hour Jesus rejoiced in spirit, and said, I thank thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and hast revealed them unto babes: even so, Father; for so it seemed good in thy sight.
22All things are delivered to me of my Father: and no man knoweth who the Son is, but the Father; and who the Father is, but the Son, and he to whom the Son will reveal him.
23And he turned him unto his disciples, and said privately, Blessed are the eyes which see the things that ye see:
24For I tell you, that many prophets and kings have desired to see those things which ye see, and have not seen them; and to hear those things which ye hear, and have not heard them.
25And, behold, a certain lawyer stood up, and tempted him, saying, Master, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?
26He said unto him, What is written in the law? how readest thou?
27And he answering said, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbour as thyself.
28And he said unto him, Thou hast answered right: this do, and thou shalt live.
29But he, willing to justify himself, said unto Jesus, And who is my neighbour?
30And Jesus answering said, A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, which stripped him of his raiment, and wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead.
31And by chance there came down a certain priest that way: and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side.
32And likewise a Levite, when he was at the place, came and looked on him, and passed by on the other side.
33But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was: and when he saw him, he had compassion on him,
34And went to him, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine, and set him on his own beast, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him.
35And on the morrow when he departed, he took out two pence, and gave them to the host, and said unto him, Take care of him; and whatsoever thou spendest more, when I come again, I will repay thee.
36Which now of these three, thinkest thou, was neighbour unto him that fell among the thieves?
37And he said, He that shewed mercy on him. Then said Jesus unto him, Go, and do thou likewise.
38Now it came to pass, as they went, that he entered into a certain village: and a certain woman named Martha received him into her house.
39And she had a sister called Mary, which also sat at Jesus' feet, and heard his word.
40But Martha was cumbered about much serving, and came to him, and said, Lord, dost thou not care that my sister hath left me to serve alone? bid her therefore that she help me.
41And Jesus answered and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things:
42But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.
This one pretty well speaks for it's self. And, helps to show one of the things I don't like about organized religion, church, and learned preachers. Is that when they preach they take a book:chapter:verse and use it solitary with no reference to any of the rest of the chapter or book. This is a perfect example of what I'm talking about, I came across this passage while doing research on the fall of Satan and Luke 10:18,
18And he said unto them, I beheld Satan as lightning fall from heaven., was referenced as Jesus' account of his witness to the fall of Satan. And, yup I'd say I'd have to agree, until I read the rest of the chapter. This verse is in the middle of a chapter that (to me) talks about how you should treat your fellow man, and work for what you have. It starts by talking about how little labour was made for what was had, and goes on to talk about how you should be humble and have faith in God. And, even the context of the verse can be changed with a simple comma... And he said unto them, I beheld Satan as lightning fall from heaven. Now, that says I saw Satan fall from heaven like lightning falls from the heavens... And he said unto them, I beheld Satan, as lightning fall from heaven. Now, this gives it a whole new meaning, I saw Satan (bright and with much power) like lightning fall (does) from heaven. This is why when I'm in church and a Bible verse is referenced, I always read the whole chapter the verse is in.
There was also references to Ezekiel 28 & Isaiah 14 but in reference these two seem to be talking about the kings of the time. Also, Revelation 12 was referenced, to me this is a reference to the great war after the Resurrection, and as far as I know that hasn't happened yet.
This little quest was inspired by a quote by Mark Twain that I read a few years back. "But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most, our one fellow and brother who most needed a friend yet had not a single one, the one sinner among us all who had the highest and clearest right to every Christian's daily and nightly prayers, for the plain and unassailable reason that his was the first and greatest need, he being among sinners the supremest?"
"How can you pray for your neighbour, who's lost a child, out loud. When you can't pray for the one who has been damned the worst and longest, Satan, in silence?" - Jeff C.
I know I've touched on this before, but I think it needs repeated. But, this time in a different way. I'm not going to repeat the Mark Twain quote from when I talked about forgiveness, you can look it up if you want to. But, I got to thinking about this during service this morning. And, I wonder how this prayer request would be taken by the Church. Would they think to themselves that he does need a prayer for him, or would they shout blasphemy? How would you feel to be asked to pray for the worst of the sinners? Would you pray for God's revered angel? Even though he has fallen? You will find sympathy in your heart for a confessed murder. Some will find sympathy in their hearts for a child molester, or someone who steals candy from a little five year old girl. Although I have no sympathy for anyone who sins, I do not try to judge them. That is not my place. But, I know there have been prayers sent to Anton LeVey, Charles Manson, and Jeffrey Dahmer. And, people will shout out against the Devil as the reason these people do what they have done, but none will pray for Satan. Why? Wouldn't it make things much easier if he asked God for forgiveness and was saved by the Lord God? Just like you or me? If he causes us to wander then if he is saved, and becomes an angel once again, then shouldn't temptation be completely removed from the Earth? If he is what causes bad things to happen, and he becomes holy once again? What would that do for... Everything?
Just some brain nuggets for your mind to chew on for a while.
And, I have my own thoughts of what or who Satan may actually be to/for God, but I'll save that for another day.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
I Think I May Run For President.
I figure hell why not, I can't do any worse than the presidents we've had in the past. Now, I have nothing against our President, nor the one's we've had in the past. But, it seems they're too damn worried about politics to actually do anything for our country. There is a lot of talk and smoke and curtains before the elections, and then afterwords...NOTHING. Don't know why, but it just does. From, "No new taxes!" to "Change". Now, I know that it's pretty damn difficult to fulfill campaign promises because of Congress bureaucracy. They're too damn busy arguing over who's right to get any thing done. Too worried about being a Democrat or Republican, (right wing, left wing, liberal, conservative, whatever you want to call it) to actually work toward making the right changes for our country for continued growth.
We're supposed to be a World Power, the back bone of the United Nations. But, we're tripping ourselves up and about to come crashing down because of our government. The Political Parties are too busy arguing and trying to one up the others to make any progress for our nation. A perfect example was the debate over the national debt a few years back. During the debate over the national debt a few years back, one party came up with a solution to completely eliminate the national debt in seven years, sounded damn good to me at the time, and it would have nearly been paid off by now, but the other decided that it wasn't good enough and it should be done in five. So, neither plan got put into place because one would take too long and the other would put too much strain on the national budget. Now, as you should vary well know since there was no plan put into place our national debt hasn't went down but has went up since this debate. And, it was nothing but a sibling rivalry that kept it from happening, so would the seven year plan have really been that bad? I think not.
Even today it's the same damn story. They're saying let's help the little people and small business owners, get this economy going uphill. But, they're not doing anything to actually help. They spent billions to bail out the big companies, big banks, big auto, big oil. Everybody but the little guy. They passed this tax bill to help stimulate the economy, "Buy a house, get thousands." What wasn't well published is the fact that you'd have to pay back the money from the tax credits, and it counted as income. And, with the bank bail outs, that just kept the people with the money from having to file bankruptcy while the people that put the big companies in the bind they were in still couldn't afford to make their house payments, their car payments, insurance, hell it was hard to even buy groceries and pay bills. But, they didn't try to help the people that have the real debt, if they would have helped the citizens of The United States of America, this whole economic depression would be pretty well over by now. They spent billions of dollars and estimates of total costs are into the trillions. I've seen cost estimates of twenty to forty thousand per PERSON, if they would have given this money to the taxpayers/citizens that would have done more to stimulate the economy that the plan they utilized. I know if they would have given me that much, married with three kids, one to two hundred thousand dollars, I would have paid off my truck and house, bought a new bike and a few other toys, already have had my company started, and the saved back the rest (little less than half if it was the lower end of the estimate). Which I would bet that's what most Americans would have done, so the money would have got to the companies anyway. So it would have helped everybody. And of course there would have been some that just blew it all, and others that would have saved it all. But, like I said, I'd bet that at least sixty to seventy percent of Americans would have split the money between catching up and saving.
Now if I were to run for President my objectives would be a little bit radical compared to what you see today. I would work for a flat tax of fifteen percent, the ONLY people that would qualify for a tax break would be people that fall under the poverty level. I'm personally all for paying my taxes and funding our government, and I would happily give fifteen percent of my wages to them IF Bill Gates, Tom Cruise, Oprah, and the other people that make hundreds of thousands of dollars a year payed their fifteen percent.
And the only gun laws I would support would put guns in the hands of law abiding American citizens, and for proper GUN EDUCATION. Just like you hear in the news when a kid shoots his little brother with daddy's thirty eight, "I didn't know it was real!", "I thought it was a toy! We were just playing cops and robbers." They don't fucking know the difference because they have been protected from the gun because it was hidden from them and they weren't taught about the gun and how to use it and how it works as a tool. If they want to bring violence down they need to put their money into education instead of control. And, as far as types of guns you could own, I would make it open. Now, if you need a fully automatic AK-47 to hunt a deer, you should just stay home and buy beef. But, for recreational purposes and for national defence I think they should hand them out at every military base, but only one per person and you have to be registered to that gun, and if you sell it, HEAVY PENALTIES.
And, with driving, I would work to make it a requirement to have a motorcycle license and at least two years of experience riding before you could get a regular divers license, and then another five years before you could get a CDL. Example coming up. What do you hear most when you hear of a car hitting a bike? "I didn't see him coming." That's because you either can't see, or you didn't look. PERIOD! Now you'll notice that the vast majority of the people that didn't see the biker are in fact not bikers, and have never been on a motorcycle. So they don't know the true danger of riding, or the effects a wreck will cause. Plain and simple, bikers look when driving, non-bikers usually don't.
I have many other things I would work on, and I wouldn't stay quiet about thing that the government wanted me too. Which is how it looks from my front porch. The Presidential Candidates talk big during the elections and on their campaign trails. But, when they get elected it's like they get a personal custom made muzzle and all you hear from them is a bunch of runaround talk and silence.
We're supposed to be a World Power, the back bone of the United Nations. But, we're tripping ourselves up and about to come crashing down because of our government. The Political Parties are too busy arguing and trying to one up the others to make any progress for our nation. A perfect example was the debate over the national debt a few years back. During the debate over the national debt a few years back, one party came up with a solution to completely eliminate the national debt in seven years, sounded damn good to me at the time, and it would have nearly been paid off by now, but the other decided that it wasn't good enough and it should be done in five. So, neither plan got put into place because one would take too long and the other would put too much strain on the national budget. Now, as you should vary well know since there was no plan put into place our national debt hasn't went down but has went up since this debate. And, it was nothing but a sibling rivalry that kept it from happening, so would the seven year plan have really been that bad? I think not.
Even today it's the same damn story. They're saying let's help the little people and small business owners, get this economy going uphill. But, they're not doing anything to actually help. They spent billions to bail out the big companies, big banks, big auto, big oil. Everybody but the little guy. They passed this tax bill to help stimulate the economy, "Buy a house, get thousands." What wasn't well published is the fact that you'd have to pay back the money from the tax credits, and it counted as income. And, with the bank bail outs, that just kept the people with the money from having to file bankruptcy while the people that put the big companies in the bind they were in still couldn't afford to make their house payments, their car payments, insurance, hell it was hard to even buy groceries and pay bills. But, they didn't try to help the people that have the real debt, if they would have helped the citizens of The United States of America, this whole economic depression would be pretty well over by now. They spent billions of dollars and estimates of total costs are into the trillions. I've seen cost estimates of twenty to forty thousand per PERSON, if they would have given this money to the taxpayers/citizens that would have done more to stimulate the economy that the plan they utilized. I know if they would have given me that much, married with three kids, one to two hundred thousand dollars, I would have paid off my truck and house, bought a new bike and a few other toys, already have had my company started, and the saved back the rest (little less than half if it was the lower end of the estimate). Which I would bet that's what most Americans would have done, so the money would have got to the companies anyway. So it would have helped everybody. And of course there would have been some that just blew it all, and others that would have saved it all. But, like I said, I'd bet that at least sixty to seventy percent of Americans would have split the money between catching up and saving.
Now if I were to run for President my objectives would be a little bit radical compared to what you see today. I would work for a flat tax of fifteen percent, the ONLY people that would qualify for a tax break would be people that fall under the poverty level. I'm personally all for paying my taxes and funding our government, and I would happily give fifteen percent of my wages to them IF Bill Gates, Tom Cruise, Oprah, and the other people that make hundreds of thousands of dollars a year payed their fifteen percent.
And the only gun laws I would support would put guns in the hands of law abiding American citizens, and for proper GUN EDUCATION. Just like you hear in the news when a kid shoots his little brother with daddy's thirty eight, "I didn't know it was real!", "I thought it was a toy! We were just playing cops and robbers." They don't fucking know the difference because they have been protected from the gun because it was hidden from them and they weren't taught about the gun and how to use it and how it works as a tool. If they want to bring violence down they need to put their money into education instead of control. And, as far as types of guns you could own, I would make it open. Now, if you need a fully automatic AK-47 to hunt a deer, you should just stay home and buy beef. But, for recreational purposes and for national defence I think they should hand them out at every military base, but only one per person and you have to be registered to that gun, and if you sell it, HEAVY PENALTIES.
And, with driving, I would work to make it a requirement to have a motorcycle license and at least two years of experience riding before you could get a regular divers license, and then another five years before you could get a CDL. Example coming up. What do you hear most when you hear of a car hitting a bike? "I didn't see him coming." That's because you either can't see, or you didn't look. PERIOD! Now you'll notice that the vast majority of the people that didn't see the biker are in fact not bikers, and have never been on a motorcycle. So they don't know the true danger of riding, or the effects a wreck will cause. Plain and simple, bikers look when driving, non-bikers usually don't.
I have many other things I would work on, and I wouldn't stay quiet about thing that the government wanted me too. Which is how it looks from my front porch. The Presidential Candidates talk big during the elections and on their campaign trails. But, when they get elected it's like they get a personal custom made muzzle and all you hear from them is a bunch of runaround talk and silence.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Oklahoma's Own 1-28-2011
This is that group my brother in law is in. Bent Pages are from Tulsa, OK. Enjoy.
http://www.purevolume.com/bentpages
http://www.purevolume.com/bentpages
Nope Not From Oklahoma
Found this guy on Myspace a while back and I'm not a big fan of rap, but there are some songs and artists I like in that genera.
Varyyus is from Georgia and just helps to prove that us Southerners can do it all, and you don't have to be from L.A. or Detroit to rap.
Varyyus is from Georgia and just helps to prove that us Southerners can do it all, and you don't have to be from L.A. or Detroit to rap.
Find more artists like Varyyus at Myspace Music
Find more artists like Varyyus at Myspace Music
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Part 2
The alarm clock buzzer was horrendous, but the blazing sunlight that invaded their room was measurably worse. "Why did we get a room on the east side of the Inn?", she wondered. "We stayed up too late and drank a bit too much, well I drank too much." As her thoughts cleared she heard Charles open the shower curtain. Rolling out of bed she heard him turn the sink water on to brush his teeth. "God, how could he be up so early?" She had the alarm set for seven thirty, she knew he had been up at least since six thirty. He always drinks two cups of coffee while he had a cigarette before he took a shower. So, she knew he was at least a hour into his day. He shut the water off, and a moment later the door to the bathroom swung open. With one of the towels provided by the inn wrapped around his waist, "Morning babe." "Always modest," she thought disappointedly. Charles asked, "You hungry baby?", as he motioned toward the table next to the window. "Damn he did get up early." He had gotten her favorite breafkast for her, soft scrambled eggs, with garlic, red and orange bell peppers, mushrooms, and cheddar. Complete with bacon, sausage, toast with black currant jam, and a big glass of orange juice. Across from her, three hard boiled eggs, biscuits and gravy, and a nice thick rib-eye, rare of course. She could almost hear it moo. He had also gotten salt, pepper and Tabasco. "He never forgets the Tabasco. He know I like it, and always made sure I've got some. He loves it too, but if it was just him he wouldn't have bothered to buy a bottle. It's a sweet gesture." "How in the fuck do you get up so damn early?" "Just do." "You're being short and difficult." He glanced at her, "You're being vague, and evasive." "How so?!" "Where we goin?" "Not sure." "Rest my case." They finished breafkast in silent admiration.
. She shuddered and then relaxed as the water rand down her body, "It's good and cold, nice." She loved a cold shower, in fact she never even touched the hot when she showered. That was one reason her and Charles couldn't take a shower together. They tried that once, he takes hot showers and her cold. It wasn't a good mix, warm wasn't cold enough for her, nor hot enough for him. And, the physicality of it didn't help either. He wasn't huge but big enough to make showers together nearly impossible. Laughing at the thought him eating his brefkast with nothing on but a towel. Also, knowing that he would be dressed and ready to go when she got out made her chuckle even louder. "What's so funny in there? I cleaned the drain out." "Why is he so modest? Not like he has anything to hide from me. I've seen him naked, had him in me. Why doesn't he want me to see him nude except before we make love?" Wondering, she turned off the shower. "Fuck he has nothing to hide, I've seen the scars and know some of the pain they brought upon him." Brushing her teeth, "He has nothing to be ashamed of." She spit out the toothpaste and rinsed her mouth out, then rinsed out the sink. Looking into the mirror, "What? Why is he so modest around me. No, he's not all lean and muscular, a bit chubby maybe. Aw, hell, I don't know."
. He tossed the keys to her, "I guess you'll be driving." He closed the trunk as she answered, "But, of course. You don't know where we are going, now do you?" "The real question here is. Do you?" "I will when we get there, and so will you."
. "You're on KCUF radio. This is Lester Knight on Sunday morning. Heavy Metal hits, kick ass attitude. Here's your morning dose of Black Sabbath. A track about congress for ya here." Playing air guitar he gave voice to emulate the opening chords. Singing, "Generals gathered in their masses....just like witches at black masses.." She laughed. Being one of his favorites, he actually tried, half assed, to sing with it in harmony. Not goofing off. "Evil minds that plot destruction...sorcerers of deaths construction.." He was fairly decent at this one, he still couldn't sing though.
. Turning north on highway 71 off highway 9. He stopped mid chorus of Hell Yea's "You Outta Know". "Goin to the dam?" "Yea." "You sure you want to?" "No." "I'm here." "I know."
. Driving down the ramp to the south side parking area of the dam, her heart sank. He could tell, he saw it in her face. He wasn't sure if she was ready for this or not, but they were here and what is, is. Standing in front of the car. "Are you ready for this?" "No, but I need to." The area was fairly unpopulated for a Sunday, but it was late morning and she supposed most had left for lunch and to clean their morning catch. Cats didn't bite much during mid-day, so few lingered. "You go ahead and do what you need to, I'll wait here." "The hell you will!" "O...k.., Isa comin massa." "Sorry, I want you with me." "Ready then?" "No," she somberly responded. She took his hand and led him to the retainer wall near the dam. Not much had changed since she had last been here. The hurricane fence, about ten feet tall, was meant to keep the idiots from falling in the river thirty feet below. Still some managed. A couple of men, looked to be mid-fifties, were set up near where the wall sloped down past the spillway to the river. They reminded her of her dad. This is where he had died.
. She shuddered and then relaxed as the water rand down her body, "It's good and cold, nice." She loved a cold shower, in fact she never even touched the hot when she showered. That was one reason her and Charles couldn't take a shower together. They tried that once, he takes hot showers and her cold. It wasn't a good mix, warm wasn't cold enough for her, nor hot enough for him. And, the physicality of it didn't help either. He wasn't huge but big enough to make showers together nearly impossible. Laughing at the thought him eating his brefkast with nothing on but a towel. Also, knowing that he would be dressed and ready to go when she got out made her chuckle even louder. "What's so funny in there? I cleaned the drain out." "Why is he so modest? Not like he has anything to hide from me. I've seen him naked, had him in me. Why doesn't he want me to see him nude except before we make love?" Wondering, she turned off the shower. "Fuck he has nothing to hide, I've seen the scars and know some of the pain they brought upon him." Brushing her teeth, "He has nothing to be ashamed of." She spit out the toothpaste and rinsed her mouth out, then rinsed out the sink. Looking into the mirror, "What? Why is he so modest around me. No, he's not all lean and muscular, a bit chubby maybe. Aw, hell, I don't know."
. He tossed the keys to her, "I guess you'll be driving." He closed the trunk as she answered, "But, of course. You don't know where we are going, now do you?" "The real question here is. Do you?" "I will when we get there, and so will you."
. "You're on KCUF radio. This is Lester Knight on Sunday morning. Heavy Metal hits, kick ass attitude. Here's your morning dose of Black Sabbath. A track about congress for ya here." Playing air guitar he gave voice to emulate the opening chords. Singing, "Generals gathered in their masses....just like witches at black masses.." She laughed. Being one of his favorites, he actually tried, half assed, to sing with it in harmony. Not goofing off. "Evil minds that plot destruction...sorcerers of deaths construction.." He was fairly decent at this one, he still couldn't sing though.
. Turning north on highway 71 off highway 9. He stopped mid chorus of Hell Yea's "You Outta Know". "Goin to the dam?" "Yea." "You sure you want to?" "No." "I'm here." "I know."
. Driving down the ramp to the south side parking area of the dam, her heart sank. He could tell, he saw it in her face. He wasn't sure if she was ready for this or not, but they were here and what is, is. Standing in front of the car. "Are you ready for this?" "No, but I need to." The area was fairly unpopulated for a Sunday, but it was late morning and she supposed most had left for lunch and to clean their morning catch. Cats didn't bite much during mid-day, so few lingered. "You go ahead and do what you need to, I'll wait here." "The hell you will!" "O...k.., Isa comin massa." "Sorry, I want you with me." "Ready then?" "No," she somberly responded. She took his hand and led him to the retainer wall near the dam. Not much had changed since she had last been here. The hurricane fence, about ten feet tall, was meant to keep the idiots from falling in the river thirty feet below. Still some managed. A couple of men, looked to be mid-fifties, were set up near where the wall sloped down past the spillway to the river. They reminded her of her dad. This is where he had died.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Gettin A Bit Antsy
Yup, I said it. I'm getting antsy. Haven't had the chance to ride in quite some time now, and it's getting on me nerves. Wheather just hasn't permitted any good riding with the gear I have. If I had some of the plug in underware I'd be on my bike every day, but I don't so I'm not. I'll be glad when it starts getting warmer so I can start my riding season this year. Churning down the road on two wheels offers a freedom that you can only feel from one other ride I've ever been on. And that's on horseback on a lonely trail. It's just you and the world in either instance. You can't get the same feeling from a convertible car, or on a plane, or anywhere at all. The motorcycle was modeled after the horse and it seems that would be good cause for the feelings of freedom to be so similar. If you haven't nocied that a bikes riding position is a reflection of the horse riding styles of the country they're initially built from. Harley's and Indians have a relaxed, feet under or in front of the seat/saddle. Aprillia's, BMW's, Triumph's, and Japanese bikes have a more upright or forward leaning with the feet behind the rider postitions. And, yes I'm aware that most motorcycle makers have adopted the American Cruiser style in their line ups. You have to look at the first bikes these companies produced, not ones that have came about since the seventies. They are reflective of the popular saddle set up they use on their horses. And, If you know horses and work with them you will notice that a Triumph and an English saddle have a very similar seating postition. Same with a Harley and a Western saddle. The American Cruiser style is more suited to my tastes, just laid back and relaxed going nowhere in paticular, just going to be going. For me the journey is the reason I ride not the destination. I go to great lengths to avoid major highways especially our wonderful Interstate System. Yes, I have topped out my bike, hit the governer at a hundred and ten miles per hour. It was a blast, and yes being a thirteen hundred cubic centemeter or in American eighty cubic inch it's pretty darn quick off the throttle. So, yup I'm getting a bit restless wanting to go for a nice long ride. And, untill then I'll just have to bear with myself. Weather you ride a flesh and bone or iron horse, keep the hoves to the ground and the rubber down. And, get your fix when you can.
The Emotion Ladder
If I've seen it once, I've seen it a hundred times. You've either been in this situation or know someone who has. And, I bet you've been there at least once. It basically revolves around wanting something you can't have. The specific situation I'm thinking of now has to do with relationships and emotions. Now, I'm not in this position at the present and hope never to be in the future, as I am happily married. But, I have been in all three spots on the ladder. You have three main steps on this "ladder" you have the person in the middle, who has someone that's infatuated with them that they don't want to be bothered with, and then they have someone they're infatuated with that doesn't want to bother with them. Then you have the other two, you're either on the first rung or the third rung. Sometimes you know where you're at on the ladder sometimes you don't realize it till later and then it's usually too damn late. Like I've said I've been in all three positions before and it's hard to realize the truth of the matter when you are. And, currently one of my E-friends is having this problem and I found it odd when reflecting back on when I was in one of those positions that it was so hard to see, but when viewing from the outside it is so plainly obvious that you just want to slap them with a catfish or something. Anyway, this E-friend is in the middle at the moment, but also on the first at the same time. Impossible you say??? No it's not, the ladder can go on forever. This E-friend has somebody that wants to be with them but they don't realize how much that person wants to be with them, because the only thing they see is the one they want to be with, and in turn the one they want to be with overlooks them because they're so caught up in trying to get someone they want to be with that doesn't necessarily want to be with them. Make sense???? I'll illustrate as best I can.
You have person one that is infatuated with person two, but person two is too caught up in their infatuation with person three to notice that person one would give them what they're looking for.
To me this doesn't make much sense but that's the way it is, people never seem to want what is laid out before them, and seem to go after what is just out of hands reach. Now, with the situations I've been in they have always worked out for the best and have come to realize what the situation was and removed myself from the dead end street that it was. And, now I'm right where I need to be in my life. Got a wonderful wife, evil kids, needy dogs, insane cat, and good friends. What else do you need? I just have to say that if you're in this situation you probably won't know it, and if your friends decide to say something about it you probably need to listen. Think about if you were in their shoes wouldn't you want them to listen to you?
The hardest part of ending a relationship is that first step, but if it's not meant to work you'll be glad you did.
You've got two types of friends, those that will tell you what you want to hear and those that will tell you the truth.
You have person one that is infatuated with person two, but person two is too caught up in their infatuation with person three to notice that person one would give them what they're looking for.
To me this doesn't make much sense but that's the way it is, people never seem to want what is laid out before them, and seem to go after what is just out of hands reach. Now, with the situations I've been in they have always worked out for the best and have come to realize what the situation was and removed myself from the dead end street that it was. And, now I'm right where I need to be in my life. Got a wonderful wife, evil kids, needy dogs, insane cat, and good friends. What else do you need? I just have to say that if you're in this situation you probably won't know it, and if your friends decide to say something about it you probably need to listen. Think about if you were in their shoes wouldn't you want them to listen to you?
The hardest part of ending a relationship is that first step, but if it's not meant to work you'll be glad you did.
You've got two types of friends, those that will tell you what you want to hear and those that will tell you the truth.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
A Little Story Part 1
The time was getting late in the evening, curtains of rain drowning the sun. Heading east on 40, to where she didn't know. She decided, she was going there, where ever there was. There was nothing wrong in her life, she just wanted a bit of a vacation. Just to relax.
"Mom, I'm going away for a little while. I'm not sure where yet, but I'll call when I get there." Her mother wasn't exactly excited to hear this news, but she knew that trying to persuade her not to go was useless. "Ok, honey. Just be careful. Are you going alone?" Referring as to weather she was going with her boyfriend, Charles or not. You know how mothers can be. "I don't know yet, I would like Charles to come with me, but at the same time, I would like to be by myself. I don't know, mom." She knew that he would go at the drop of a hat, if she asked. He would worry if she went alone. She had to think about it for a while. "I'll call him before I get out of town, after I make up my mind." she thought to herself. "Well, I'm headed out mom. I will call." "Ok, dear. Just be careful." "I will mom. Love you." "Love you too, Chastity."
"Hello." said the man on the other end of the phone. She hesitated a bit. "Hello." It was Charles, she had called him, not knowing exactly what to say. "Hey baby." "Hey honey. How are you doing." "Oh, I'm fine. I was just wanting to hear your voice. Hey. You got anything going this weekend?" "No, not really. Nothing for certain anyway. Why?" "Well, I'm headed out of town till Monday, and was wondering if you wanted to go?" "Where you going?" "Not sure yet." "Hell, sure I'll go. When do you want me to pick you up?" "I'll pick you up in about twenty." "Oh, ok. I'll be in the shower. You can use your key." "Ok, baby. I'll see you then." "Ok, see you then. Love you." "Love you too." she thought she could go without him, and really, she could. She just felt safer with him there.
He was her protector. He had been arrested before, on a number of occasions, for defending her. Fucking idiots, some guys just don't listen when you tell them to leave you alone. She had met Charles at a club in Bricktown. Wasn't a bouncer, just a guy hanging out with his buddies. Some dickhead, that thought he was the shit. Had tried to pick her up, an when she declined, he got real pissy with her. Charles, was sitting a couple of tables down from her friends and her. He over heard part of what was going on, when prick started getting louder with her, Charles started watching them. Charles, didn't like a man treating a woman like that. His dad was abusive to his mother and them. He, promised himself that he would not stand for any of that as an adult, and he didn't. So, he went over to prick and said, "Back the fuck off. She said to leave her alone, so take her advice." "Fuck you. I'll whip your ass and hers too." Something prick shouldn't have said. Charles didn't say a work, he just leveled the bastard with a swift punch in the throat. "My apologies, ladies." Then walked back to his table. A few people had seen what happened. And, since Charles was a regular at the club and knew the manager, the police were left out of it.
Chastity thought about that night for a while. A few weeks later, she asked the bartender about him. That's when she found out his name, and when he was most likely to be there. The Saturday night after, she was there waiting. She wasn't expecting to fall for the guy, just wanted to thank him, and get to know him a bit. "Hi, I'm Chastity. I don't know if you remember me or not. But a few weeks ago you helped me out with this prick that wouldn't leave me alone." "Chastity.... Hum. I remember. How you been?" "Good." "Good." "So... Why did you do that, and then not really say anything to us?" " I wasn't trying to pick you up or anything. I just can't stand that kind of behavior." "I want to thank you for it though." "None necessary... Chastity, was it?" "Yea." "What you having?" a waitress interrupted. "I'll have a Bud, you?" "Oh, uh... I'll have a Strawberry Daiquiri... Thank you." "Welcome." They talked till closing, he walked her to her car. She gave him her number. He returned in kind.
She took her key out of her purse, and walked up to the door. She would never forget the night she met him, nor that second night. She was happy their paths had crossed. It didn't seem like damn near six months. They had been through a lot in only six months. He was laid back, but some things he just didn't put up with. She had bailed him out a few times already. He wouldn't let her pay for it, but she had to do the paperwork. He never got cross with her, and neither she him. But, he didn't let a man treat a woman bad. And, it got him in trouble, a lot of trouble. Scared, it scared her when she found out he had been in prison. Spent five years in Big Mac, for assault. But, after she found out why, she relaxed quite a bit. His brother, David, told her what happened. He had damn near killed his father for beating their mother. He didn't regret it, just wish he had the balls to have done it sooner. He was very adamant about that. He was also very... Determined... that he would not let another man treat a woman that way in his presence.
When it came to her, he was gentile as a spring rain. She had been through a lot, too. Her first real, live in, boyfriend, had hit her, and she liked the fact that he wouldn't put up with anything like that. "No," she thought, "I love it." He reminded her of her dad. When, he found out that David, her ex, had been hitting her. He beat the hell out of him and left him for dead. In a ditch, on some dirt back road in the middle of the country. Her ex lived, but didn't even try to contact her again. So, she loved him for that. Charles was her blessing. Charles thought the same of her.
She unlocked the door, she could hear the shower running. A grin flashed across her face. Quietly she crept down the hall, once in his room, she shed her clothes. And snuck into the bathroom, watched him for a while from around the corner. She was sure he didn't know she was there. Like a ghost she floated to the shower and stepped in. "Damn, baby. You startled the fuck out of me!" "Prove it." She said in a low wanting voice. He kissed her, and she melted into his arms. She always melted when he kissed her. He run his had down the small of her back, caressing her with the care of a father holding his newborn baby. She slid her hand to his hip and pulled him close, letting him know.
"I love you," she told him. "I love you too," he answered. "I just have to get a few more things together, and I'll be ready... Three days, right?" "Till Monday sometime." "Ok... I think I got every thing." "I guess you're ready then." "Yea." He grabbed his bag and sat it by the door. Turned around, grabbed her, and with passion God could not even fathom, he kissed her. She felt she was the only person in... Time. The only person in time. He had that effect on her. "I love you, Chastity." He picked up his bag and went out the door. Closing the trunk, "You want me to drive?" "No, I will. I don't know where we're going yet." "That scares me. I don't know if I should let you have that kind of control over me or not. No telling what you have in mind. Hell, you might have joined some cult or something, and taking me to a suicide camp or some shit." Laughing, "Maybe. You'll find out in due time." "I will?" "You will." Tears coming to their eyes they got in the car. She liked that he never got too serious about their relationship. They loved each other and, they could joke and talk about anything.
"little pink houses for you and me, for you and me... ooo yea little pink houses... for you and me." "I love that song" He was singing, she always laughed at his singing, not because he couldn't sing, and he couldn't but he didn't really try. He would usually try to not sing, and just be goofy. She was happy. "come on baby hit me one more time." "Oh god, Lets change it." "What you want to listen to?" "Try, King Country. See what's on there." she responded. "I'm shameless, darlin I don't have a prayer, every time I see you standing there, I fall down upon my knees." "Yea, that'll work." "Good song," Charles started singing. Chastity, laughing. Laughing so hard, she nearly ran off the road. "Oh... baby. You're fucking nuts. You know that." "Why do you say that?" "Because, not only do you do this in the car and at home, but you'll do it at the bar. And, you don't care who's watching, or uh. listening, should I say. Do you do this shit at work?" "Haa-haa," Charles laughing. It was a good time, but all time was good when she was with him.
They had just passed Seminole, headed east on 40. "Damn construction, they're always working on something here." "Yea, I know. I have to come through here once a week. It fucking sucks." "Yea," "Where stuck here in Atlanta and there's beer in Texarcana, and we'er gonna bring it back no matter what it takes. east bound and down loaded up and truckin." Hell yea, east bound and down, lay that hammer down." Chastity floored it. they were running about a hundred and ten. Charles didn't mind he knew she was an accomplished driver, and if she could handle his exotic, this Mustang wasn't shit. He kicked back and "Were gonna bring it back no matter what it takes, east bound and down loaded up and truckin." She just grined, he looked at her and smiled.
About midnight they stopped on the side of the road. Walked out onto the bridge. Looking across the lake. "A full moon, reflecting across a lake this big with time worn mountians for a frame, compares not to your beauty, dear." "Oh, stop it, Charles." "I mean it." She knew she was a pretty woman, but still her modesty overcame. It embarrassed her when he talked like that. She didn't know how to handle it, wasn't used to it. She might never get totally used to it either. But, she would try. "Let's get a room at Fountianhead." "Sounds good. We passed the exit off I-40 a few miles ago though." "Oh, we will just take 69 to Texanna." "Yea, we can do that. I'm not really tired but it's a ways to the next decent rooms." "Yea, I know. It's kinda the long way around, but I figured we could run over to Eufaula, and get a bite to eat." "That'll work," he replied. He was getting hungry, he was fixin to go get something to eat when she called earlier. And, he hadn't eaten since breakfast that morning. "You want to drive from here?" "Sure, you trust me with that bad boy?" "Fuck you. You drive that damn, 550 Mondena every weekend. And, you're asking me if I think you can handle a fucking Shelby. Just damn well drive." "Ok, baby. Love ya." "Bite me." "When we get back to the resort." "You think?" "I was." "We'll see." Laughing he put it in first and took off. "And the road becomes my bride. I have stripped of all but pride, so in her I do confide." ... "any where I may roam, where I lay my head is home, yea." They said little untill they got to town. They found a place to eat, a little twenty-four hour fast food shop. they, sat and talked while they ate. Remembered that first night. Talked about some things that happened when they had went out. Talked about the president and the war. About music, and what ever came to mind.
Oh shit. I didn't realize it was this late. I'll have to continue another time. I've enjoyed your stay. Hope you enjoyed my story, thus far. I'll have more in the choice of beverages and snacks next time. Bye.
"Mom, I'm going away for a little while. I'm not sure where yet, but I'll call when I get there." Her mother wasn't exactly excited to hear this news, but she knew that trying to persuade her not to go was useless. "Ok, honey. Just be careful. Are you going alone?" Referring as to weather she was going with her boyfriend, Charles or not. You know how mothers can be. "I don't know yet, I would like Charles to come with me, but at the same time, I would like to be by myself. I don't know, mom." She knew that he would go at the drop of a hat, if she asked. He would worry if she went alone. She had to think about it for a while. "I'll call him before I get out of town, after I make up my mind." she thought to herself. "Well, I'm headed out mom. I will call." "Ok, dear. Just be careful." "I will mom. Love you." "Love you too, Chastity."
"Hello." said the man on the other end of the phone. She hesitated a bit. "Hello." It was Charles, she had called him, not knowing exactly what to say. "Hey baby." "Hey honey. How are you doing." "Oh, I'm fine. I was just wanting to hear your voice. Hey. You got anything going this weekend?" "No, not really. Nothing for certain anyway. Why?" "Well, I'm headed out of town till Monday, and was wondering if you wanted to go?" "Where you going?" "Not sure yet." "Hell, sure I'll go. When do you want me to pick you up?" "I'll pick you up in about twenty." "Oh, ok. I'll be in the shower. You can use your key." "Ok, baby. I'll see you then." "Ok, see you then. Love you." "Love you too." she thought she could go without him, and really, she could. She just felt safer with him there.
He was her protector. He had been arrested before, on a number of occasions, for defending her. Fucking idiots, some guys just don't listen when you tell them to leave you alone. She had met Charles at a club in Bricktown. Wasn't a bouncer, just a guy hanging out with his buddies. Some dickhead, that thought he was the shit. Had tried to pick her up, an when she declined, he got real pissy with her. Charles, was sitting a couple of tables down from her friends and her. He over heard part of what was going on, when prick started getting louder with her, Charles started watching them. Charles, didn't like a man treating a woman like that. His dad was abusive to his mother and them. He, promised himself that he would not stand for any of that as an adult, and he didn't. So, he went over to prick and said, "Back the fuck off. She said to leave her alone, so take her advice." "Fuck you. I'll whip your ass and hers too." Something prick shouldn't have said. Charles didn't say a work, he just leveled the bastard with a swift punch in the throat. "My apologies, ladies." Then walked back to his table. A few people had seen what happened. And, since Charles was a regular at the club and knew the manager, the police were left out of it.
Chastity thought about that night for a while. A few weeks later, she asked the bartender about him. That's when she found out his name, and when he was most likely to be there. The Saturday night after, she was there waiting. She wasn't expecting to fall for the guy, just wanted to thank him, and get to know him a bit. "Hi, I'm Chastity. I don't know if you remember me or not. But a few weeks ago you helped me out with this prick that wouldn't leave me alone." "Chastity.... Hum. I remember. How you been?" "Good." "Good." "So... Why did you do that, and then not really say anything to us?" " I wasn't trying to pick you up or anything. I just can't stand that kind of behavior." "I want to thank you for it though." "None necessary... Chastity, was it?" "Yea." "What you having?" a waitress interrupted. "I'll have a Bud, you?" "Oh, uh... I'll have a Strawberry Daiquiri... Thank you." "Welcome." They talked till closing, he walked her to her car. She gave him her number. He returned in kind.
She took her key out of her purse, and walked up to the door. She would never forget the night she met him, nor that second night. She was happy their paths had crossed. It didn't seem like damn near six months. They had been through a lot in only six months. He was laid back, but some things he just didn't put up with. She had bailed him out a few times already. He wouldn't let her pay for it, but she had to do the paperwork. He never got cross with her, and neither she him. But, he didn't let a man treat a woman bad. And, it got him in trouble, a lot of trouble. Scared, it scared her when she found out he had been in prison. Spent five years in Big Mac, for assault. But, after she found out why, she relaxed quite a bit. His brother, David, told her what happened. He had damn near killed his father for beating their mother. He didn't regret it, just wish he had the balls to have done it sooner. He was very adamant about that. He was also very... Determined... that he would not let another man treat a woman that way in his presence.
When it came to her, he was gentile as a spring rain. She had been through a lot, too. Her first real, live in, boyfriend, had hit her, and she liked the fact that he wouldn't put up with anything like that. "No," she thought, "I love it." He reminded her of her dad. When, he found out that David, her ex, had been hitting her. He beat the hell out of him and left him for dead. In a ditch, on some dirt back road in the middle of the country. Her ex lived, but didn't even try to contact her again. So, she loved him for that. Charles was her blessing. Charles thought the same of her.
She unlocked the door, she could hear the shower running. A grin flashed across her face. Quietly she crept down the hall, once in his room, she shed her clothes. And snuck into the bathroom, watched him for a while from around the corner. She was sure he didn't know she was there. Like a ghost she floated to the shower and stepped in. "Damn, baby. You startled the fuck out of me!" "Prove it." She said in a low wanting voice. He kissed her, and she melted into his arms. She always melted when he kissed her. He run his had down the small of her back, caressing her with the care of a father holding his newborn baby. She slid her hand to his hip and pulled him close, letting him know.
"I love you," she told him. "I love you too," he answered. "I just have to get a few more things together, and I'll be ready... Three days, right?" "Till Monday sometime." "Ok... I think I got every thing." "I guess you're ready then." "Yea." He grabbed his bag and sat it by the door. Turned around, grabbed her, and with passion God could not even fathom, he kissed her. She felt she was the only person in... Time. The only person in time. He had that effect on her. "I love you, Chastity." He picked up his bag and went out the door. Closing the trunk, "You want me to drive?" "No, I will. I don't know where we're going yet." "That scares me. I don't know if I should let you have that kind of control over me or not. No telling what you have in mind. Hell, you might have joined some cult or something, and taking me to a suicide camp or some shit." Laughing, "Maybe. You'll find out in due time." "I will?" "You will." Tears coming to their eyes they got in the car. She liked that he never got too serious about their relationship. They loved each other and, they could joke and talk about anything.
"little pink houses for you and me, for you and me... ooo yea little pink houses... for you and me." "I love that song" He was singing, she always laughed at his singing, not because he couldn't sing, and he couldn't but he didn't really try. He would usually try to not sing, and just be goofy. She was happy. "come on baby hit me one more time." "Oh god, Lets change it." "What you want to listen to?" "Try, King Country. See what's on there." she responded. "I'm shameless, darlin I don't have a prayer, every time I see you standing there, I fall down upon my knees." "Yea, that'll work." "Good song," Charles started singing. Chastity, laughing. Laughing so hard, she nearly ran off the road. "Oh... baby. You're fucking nuts. You know that." "Why do you say that?" "Because, not only do you do this in the car and at home, but you'll do it at the bar. And, you don't care who's watching, or uh. listening, should I say. Do you do this shit at work?" "Haa-haa," Charles laughing. It was a good time, but all time was good when she was with him.
They had just passed Seminole, headed east on 40. "Damn construction, they're always working on something here." "Yea, I know. I have to come through here once a week. It fucking sucks." "Yea," "Where stuck here in Atlanta and there's beer in Texarcana, and we'er gonna bring it back no matter what it takes. east bound and down loaded up and truckin." Hell yea, east bound and down, lay that hammer down." Chastity floored it. they were running about a hundred and ten. Charles didn't mind he knew she was an accomplished driver, and if she could handle his exotic, this Mustang wasn't shit. He kicked back and "Were gonna bring it back no matter what it takes, east bound and down loaded up and truckin." She just grined, he looked at her and smiled.
About midnight they stopped on the side of the road. Walked out onto the bridge. Looking across the lake. "A full moon, reflecting across a lake this big with time worn mountians for a frame, compares not to your beauty, dear." "Oh, stop it, Charles." "I mean it." She knew she was a pretty woman, but still her modesty overcame. It embarrassed her when he talked like that. She didn't know how to handle it, wasn't used to it. She might never get totally used to it either. But, she would try. "Let's get a room at Fountianhead." "Sounds good. We passed the exit off I-40 a few miles ago though." "Oh, we will just take 69 to Texanna." "Yea, we can do that. I'm not really tired but it's a ways to the next decent rooms." "Yea, I know. It's kinda the long way around, but I figured we could run over to Eufaula, and get a bite to eat." "That'll work," he replied. He was getting hungry, he was fixin to go get something to eat when she called earlier. And, he hadn't eaten since breakfast that morning. "You want to drive from here?" "Sure, you trust me with that bad boy?" "Fuck you. You drive that damn, 550 Mondena every weekend. And, you're asking me if I think you can handle a fucking Shelby. Just damn well drive." "Ok, baby. Love ya." "Bite me." "When we get back to the resort." "You think?" "I was." "We'll see." Laughing he put it in first and took off. "And the road becomes my bride. I have stripped of all but pride, so in her I do confide." ... "any where I may roam, where I lay my head is home, yea." They said little untill they got to town. They found a place to eat, a little twenty-four hour fast food shop. they, sat and talked while they ate. Remembered that first night. Talked about some things that happened when they had went out. Talked about the president and the war. About music, and what ever came to mind.
Oh shit. I didn't realize it was this late. I'll have to continue another time. I've enjoyed your stay. Hope you enjoyed my story, thus far. I'll have more in the choice of beverages and snacks next time. Bye.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Just Some Sayings
Do not eat natural foods. I used to eat a lot of natural foods until I learned that most people die of natural causes.
The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a replacement.
Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway.
An unbreakable toy is useful for breaking other toys.
Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.
The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.
Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing.
Why does a slight tax increase cost you $200 and a substantial tax cut save you 30 cents?
In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.
How is it that one careless match can start a forest fire but it takes a whole box to start a campfire?
The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a replacement.
Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway.
An unbreakable toy is useful for breaking other toys.
Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.
The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.
Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing.
Why does a slight tax increase cost you $200 and a substantial tax cut save you 30 cents?
In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.
How is it that one careless match can start a forest fire but it takes a whole box to start a campfire?
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Temptation
I shall not say, "Lord, lead me not into temptation." I will pray to the Lord, "Lord, lead me into the arms of temptation, as that I may smite and renounce it. And, prove my strength unto you."
I think that all you religionists are goin about it all wrong. If you truly believe in and love your God, the why do you ask him to keep you from sin. Instead of walking right into it and then rejecting it, and proving your love and righteousness in his eyes. Shouldn't you prove that you truly love and believe, by doing right on your own. Can you really pass a math test when your book is open, or you're getting help from your teacher. I think not. Your grade may look good, but what have you really learned? Have you learned to divide, subtract, add, multiply, long division? Have you really said no to sin, when it's not presented to you. How can a husband or wife, say that they have been faithful when the have asked the Lord to keep them from the temptation. Is that really passing the test? I would rather say that I have been tempted, and triumphed over sin, have not taken the opportunity to sin. Rather than to brag that I have not sinned by not doing anything, by not having to make that decision. Is that really the holy path? I think to be truly a good person you have to practice what you preach. How can you practice not committing sin when you haven't been faced with the choice, so how can you preach about it? I don't want my marriage counselor to have never been married. I don't want a coach that has never played the game. Don't you feel more comfortable getting advice from Dr. Ruth knowing that she has kids, do you want your sex therapist to be a virgin? If you haven't experienced it how do you know?
I think that all you religionists are goin about it all wrong. If you truly believe in and love your God, the why do you ask him to keep you from sin. Instead of walking right into it and then rejecting it, and proving your love and righteousness in his eyes. Shouldn't you prove that you truly love and believe, by doing right on your own. Can you really pass a math test when your book is open, or you're getting help from your teacher. I think not. Your grade may look good, but what have you really learned? Have you learned to divide, subtract, add, multiply, long division? Have you really said no to sin, when it's not presented to you. How can a husband or wife, say that they have been faithful when the have asked the Lord to keep them from the temptation. Is that really passing the test? I would rather say that I have been tempted, and triumphed over sin, have not taken the opportunity to sin. Rather than to brag that I have not sinned by not doing anything, by not having to make that decision. Is that really the holy path? I think to be truly a good person you have to practice what you preach. How can you practice not committing sin when you haven't been faced with the choice, so how can you preach about it? I don't want my marriage counselor to have never been married. I don't want a coach that has never played the game. Don't you feel more comfortable getting advice from Dr. Ruth knowing that she has kids, do you want your sex therapist to be a virgin? If you haven't experienced it how do you know?
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Giving A Damn.
If someone gives you a damn, and you don't want it. What do you do with it? Do you just keep it and only display it when they come to visit? Or, do you kindly ask for the receipt so you can take it back? (Hoping you don't hurt their feelings of course) Is it ok to re-gift the damn, give it to someone more deserving? What is the proper way to handle this situation? I don't want to be rude to people. But, I usually choose to re-gift the damn. Or, as I like to call it re-damning someone. The person that gave it to you should appreciate that you liked it so much you had to share it with someone else, usually a stranger. But, still you're sharing their gift. Oh, here's a no-no. Never, re-damn who gave you the damn in the first place, give them someone elses. It wouldn't be right to re-damn them their own damn. Besides, they would recognize it. They know what damn they gave you, so you have to give them a different one. Personally, I like to get a different damn than the one I gave. Adds, variety. Keeps shit interesting. Oh, and here ya go, I've got one for you. DAMN YOOOOUUUU! Hope you like it, and be my guest to re-damn it, you won't hurt my feelings a bit.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Okie From Muskogee
Now, The Hag isn't exactly from Oklahoma. He was born in Oildale near Bakersfield, California, after his parents moved there from Oklahoma during the great depression. Oildale was a haven for refugees of the Dust Bowl which in turn helped cause The Great Depression. The song Okie From Muskogee, was written in the point of view he thought his dad's would have been.
I love the message in the second song. I strongly feel that we should worry about what goes on here in America before we go gettin everybody else out of a bind.
http://merlehaggard.com/
I love the message in the second song. I strongly feel that we should worry about what goes on here in America before we go gettin everybody else out of a bind.
http://merlehaggard.com/
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Oklahoma's Own 1/16/11
Saw these guys at The Brick Town Brewery in Bricktown in Downtown OKC, which no longer offers live music, about fifteen years ago and fell in love with their music, half the band is from Oklahoma, the other half is from Phoenix and L.A. The first one is my favorite from them.
http://carolinesspineofficial.com/fr_home.cfm
http://carolinesspineofficial.com/fr_home.cfm
Hello Again.
First off, thanks for the supportive comments and mails. Still don't have the little one up to full working order and with what it'll cost to have it fixed it probably never will, good thing I can hook up an external monitor. Which I actually like better, I can read without having a magnifying glass. The netbook has a ten inch screen, not good for a lot of document reading or typing. Got it hooked up to a either fifteen or seventeen inch that I borrowed from work, they said I could use it while I was here.
As with all things you have to take the good with the bad. Marriage, cars, bicycles, houses, work, computers and the Internet, and well.... everything. I'm not going to break it all down for you, don't think I need to anyway. I'm sure everybody has experienced the ups and downs of life. For everything that is great, such as technology, you have to deal with the breakdowns that come about. I have both a love for technology and a skepticism for it, it manages your cars systems so it will run better and more efficiently, yet there are more thing to foul up, and usually ends up being harder and more expensive to fix. Just like computers and the Internet, they're great for gathering information and researching just about anything you want to, and playing games. (Currently doing both, I play Evony regularly, and am getting things in order to start a business, neither easy to do without a computer and Internet access.) But, when they break it turns into a pretty nice little headache, and with the costs you might as well buy a new computer rather than have it fixed. For example, with my netbook, a new screen will cost me eighty bucks, and then there's a fifty five dollar and hour charge for labor, and my wife was quoted a hour to a hour and a half to replace it, so I'd be looking at a hundred and thirty five to a hundred and eighty dollars for the repairs, I only paid two thirty for the whole computer. I could go buy an external monitor for about half what the repairs would cost me. So, I'll just hold out for a little bit and buy a good full size laptop next time.
And, yes good music comes from all over the world, in my opinion anyway. Although I am a bit biased toward Oklahoma Musicians, and am really excited over the new surge of Rock that is coming out of this fair state. I think it's way over due, I've been in the Ok Rock scene for about fifteen years, and we have some great bands from here, but it's taken a while for us to get recognized as a Rock & Roll state. Mainly because so many great country artists have come from here, Reba, Vince Gill, Toby Keith, Merl Haggard, etc... And, now we have two main Rock bands from here, Hinder and Aranda, that have gained national recognition and are damn good rock bands. I love music from all genres from Country to Rock, R&B and some Rap, but my favorites are Country and Rock of all kinds from the greats Hank, Haggard, Willie, Cash, Jones, Aerosmith, AC/DC, Metallica, Allman Brothers, Lynyrd, to the new Sugarland, Montgomery Gentry, Jason Aldean, Underwood, Pickler, Jamie Johnson, Avenged Sevenfold, Arron Lewis, Five Finger Death Punch, Bullet For My Valentine and numerous others.
Again thanks for the support guys, and hope your year is wonderful and virus/Trojan/bug free, and may your display be as bright as the star that led the wise men to Jesus.
As with all things you have to take the good with the bad. Marriage, cars, bicycles, houses, work, computers and the Internet, and well.... everything. I'm not going to break it all down for you, don't think I need to anyway. I'm sure everybody has experienced the ups and downs of life. For everything that is great, such as technology, you have to deal with the breakdowns that come about. I have both a love for technology and a skepticism for it, it manages your cars systems so it will run better and more efficiently, yet there are more thing to foul up, and usually ends up being harder and more expensive to fix. Just like computers and the Internet, they're great for gathering information and researching just about anything you want to, and playing games. (Currently doing both, I play Evony regularly, and am getting things in order to start a business, neither easy to do without a computer and Internet access.) But, when they break it turns into a pretty nice little headache, and with the costs you might as well buy a new computer rather than have it fixed. For example, with my netbook, a new screen will cost me eighty bucks, and then there's a fifty five dollar and hour charge for labor, and my wife was quoted a hour to a hour and a half to replace it, so I'd be looking at a hundred and thirty five to a hundred and eighty dollars for the repairs, I only paid two thirty for the whole computer. I could go buy an external monitor for about half what the repairs would cost me. So, I'll just hold out for a little bit and buy a good full size laptop next time.
And, yes good music comes from all over the world, in my opinion anyway. Although I am a bit biased toward Oklahoma Musicians, and am really excited over the new surge of Rock that is coming out of this fair state. I think it's way over due, I've been in the Ok Rock scene for about fifteen years, and we have some great bands from here, but it's taken a while for us to get recognized as a Rock & Roll state. Mainly because so many great country artists have come from here, Reba, Vince Gill, Toby Keith, Merl Haggard, etc... And, now we have two main Rock bands from here, Hinder and Aranda, that have gained national recognition and are damn good rock bands. I love music from all genres from Country to Rock, R&B and some Rap, but my favorites are Country and Rock of all kinds from the greats Hank, Haggard, Willie, Cash, Jones, Aerosmith, AC/DC, Metallica, Allman Brothers, Lynyrd, to the new Sugarland, Montgomery Gentry, Jason Aldean, Underwood, Pickler, Jamie Johnson, Avenged Sevenfold, Arron Lewis, Five Finger Death Punch, Bullet For My Valentine and numerous others.
Again thanks for the support guys, and hope your year is wonderful and virus/Trojan/bug free, and may your display be as bright as the star that led the wise men to Jesus.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
It's Been A Day Or Two...
Life's been hectic around here lately, and I haven't had much time to get on and rant and rave. Then the day before I go back to work and have time to think about what I want to write about, my netbook's screen goes kaput. Go figure. So here's some music videos for ya. No they're not from Oklahoma, but they're one of my favorites.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Cussin Is Necessary... Sometimes.
Now I try to keep my posts clean, and it ain't easy. To say I cuss like a Sailor is like putting icing on a turd. It may look sweet... Seriously, my older brother is retired Navy, and one night he was on leave we were at dad's bar and he seriously asked me to "tone it down." But, I try. Especially since I may have some younger readers. I don't need some woman cussing me out because her fourteen year old son read the word "fuck" on my blog. So I try to keep my cussin at a minimum, both here and at home. There have been many times where I've went back and said, "Oh, shit. I need to cut some of this crap out." and went back and edited the post before I published it. Had just a lil too much cussin.
But I have realized that some cussin is really necessary to get your point across. Now, I'm not talkin when you're bickering with sales or returns clerk at Wal-Mart, or the cashier, or the dude you just hit at the intersection. It's not needed to express how angry you are when you're angry. And, it's highly non-constructive in these situations. As most every body knows fighting just leads to more fighting, you yell at me, I yell louder at you, you yell louder at me, you know the rest. But, it's very useful when describing a situation when you're not directly involved. For example, "Man that guy ran that stop sign really pissed me off with his attitude, like it was my fault." or 'I was just so damn mad at her I didn't see the stop sign officer." In these situations it describes the level of anger you're feeling. Some of the intensity would be lost if you took out the two mild cuss words.
Let me give you another example of what I mean.
Say you're walking through the mall and you see a guy with a baby doll in a papoose and he's alone, no sign of a wife or kids in sight. "Man this dude is crazy." will pretty well sum up the experience, right? How about if you catch him at the food court talking to and feeding his "baby"? "Man this dude is crazy." just ain't going to cut it. You have to add a little something to it, "Damn this dude is crazy." Ya, see how that gave a little enhancement to the topic? You read the first one and you're, "Oh, I've got to hear this, it may be funny." You hear the second one, "Oh, Really? Oh, this is going to be good." can ya smell what I'm stepping in? Now comes the big one. "Man, I saw this guy at the mall, and dude he was fuckin nuts!" Now you're on the edge of you seat, salivating at the mouth, knowing putting on clean underwear this morning was a waste of time. All you can say is, "Really?!" "Yea, he was carrying a baby doll around in a papoose. He didnt' have a stitch of clothes on, just wrapped up in cellophane. YES! That's all he had on, cellophane, and a papoose. And ya know what??? To top it of... He was fucking breast feeding the damn doll!!!"
Now that's fucking crazy!"
Well I hope this explains how cussin can be both useful and necessary well enough for you. As you see some cussin is needed when the situation calls. Hope you use it wisely.
But I have realized that some cussin is really necessary to get your point across. Now, I'm not talkin when you're bickering with sales or returns clerk at Wal-Mart, or the cashier, or the dude you just hit at the intersection. It's not needed to express how angry you are when you're angry. And, it's highly non-constructive in these situations. As most every body knows fighting just leads to more fighting, you yell at me, I yell louder at you, you yell louder at me, you know the rest. But, it's very useful when describing a situation when you're not directly involved. For example, "Man that guy ran that stop sign really pissed me off with his attitude, like it was my fault." or 'I was just so damn mad at her I didn't see the stop sign officer." In these situations it describes the level of anger you're feeling. Some of the intensity would be lost if you took out the two mild cuss words.
Let me give you another example of what I mean.
Say you're walking through the mall and you see a guy with a baby doll in a papoose and he's alone, no sign of a wife or kids in sight. "Man this dude is crazy." will pretty well sum up the experience, right? How about if you catch him at the food court talking to and feeding his "baby"? "Man this dude is crazy." just ain't going to cut it. You have to add a little something to it, "Damn this dude is crazy." Ya, see how that gave a little enhancement to the topic? You read the first one and you're, "Oh, I've got to hear this, it may be funny." You hear the second one, "Oh, Really? Oh, this is going to be good." can ya smell what I'm stepping in? Now comes the big one. "Man, I saw this guy at the mall, and dude he was fuckin nuts!" Now you're on the edge of you seat, salivating at the mouth, knowing putting on clean underwear this morning was a waste of time. All you can say is, "Really?!" "Yea, he was carrying a baby doll around in a papoose. He didnt' have a stitch of clothes on, just wrapped up in cellophane. YES! That's all he had on, cellophane, and a papoose. And ya know what??? To top it of... He was fucking breast feeding the damn doll!!!"
Now that's fucking crazy!"
Well I hope this explains how cussin can be both useful and necessary well enough for you. As you see some cussin is needed when the situation calls. Hope you use it wisely.
Ramblin' Man
This is getting crazy on my end. I have a lot of stuff that I think about daily, that I'd just love to write about. The crazy part is that I can't get it all straightened out in my head long enough to get it organized enough to write down. Funny, yet sad and almost sadistic at the same time. I have stuff from, people, politics, racism, sexism, whateverism, religion, current events, riding, camping, exploring, the Internet, fishin, to who the hell knows what else running rampant in my brain. Sometimes I just have to start a rant and get to writing for anything to start to come up, and although I have a lot to say on many subjects, I try to make my posts long enough to get my point across, but short enough to keep from boring the dog hair out of ya.
Sitting here watching TV, and they're talking about plastic surgery and implants, and butt lifts, and nose jobs, crap like that. Talking about wanting to look like super models or a Victoria's Secret girl. And, I'm like to hell with that, who really think these scrawny, anorexic, underfed, veganistic, skin draped over a skeleton, hipster women are attractive. I look at these women and think, "Here have a steak. Maybe a potato." My wife loves to watch these celebrity reality shows, and she was watching that modeling show with Tyra Banks, and there was this girl on there that was a little bigger than the other contestants, looked like she had ate a chicken nugget or two in her life. And, Tyra broke the hell down, crying saying she knew how hard it was to break out as a model as a big woman. I'm thinking WTF? You don't even know what big is, Queen Latifa is a big woman, not fat but she's big. Roseanne Barr is a big woman, Kyrstie Ally is a big woman. Tyra, naaa not a big woman, yea she may be a bit tall for a woman, but she ain't a big woman. And, why do all these women look like they need a vitamin and drug rehab? I like a woman that has some color other than ashen grey to her skin. I want the ability to see her reflection in a mirror. Personally I want a woman that has some meat on her bones, I'm not talking Hover Round fat, but a woman that has some shape to her body. One that has a body. I want a woman that I when I grab her hips, I'm not grabbing her pelvis bone. Don't care for the whole backbone look either. I want my woman to be able to eat an ear of corn, and t-bone steak with her hands and not get a drop on her shirt. (without a bib) I don't want a parsley pie for dessert, or some damn tofu turkey for Thanksgiving. Now I ain't going to lie, I like my woman to look good. Hell, that's what makes you want to date in the first place, if she looks good I'm talking to her. Hell, I wouldn't be with my wife if I didn't think she looked good. Ooooooooh, he's shallow only wants her for her looks, she's just arm candy to him, you user.There I said it for ya. I hope I covered all the bases on that one. :) Now, I guarantee you that there is not a soul on this planet that would be with who they're with, be it dating, a steady boyfriend.girlfriend thing, or your spouse, if you didn't find them attractive. With the exception of arranged marriages. You would have never spoke to that person to find out they had a brilliant personality if you didn't think they looked good, weather is was their physical looks, or the bulge in their pockets. Speaking of global warming. It's time for me to go.
So, now yo....
And, NO I don't talk to other women for the purpose of a relationship, I'M MARRIED, and you just don't do that shit. Nor do I want to. Hah, gotcha.
Sitting here watching TV, and they're talking about plastic surgery and implants, and butt lifts, and nose jobs, crap like that. Talking about wanting to look like super models or a Victoria's Secret girl. And, I'm like to hell with that, who really think these scrawny, anorexic, underfed, veganistic, skin draped over a skeleton, hipster women are attractive. I look at these women and think, "Here have a steak. Maybe a potato." My wife loves to watch these celebrity reality shows, and she was watching that modeling show with Tyra Banks, and there was this girl on there that was a little bigger than the other contestants, looked like she had ate a chicken nugget or two in her life. And, Tyra broke the hell down, crying saying she knew how hard it was to break out as a model as a big woman. I'm thinking WTF? You don't even know what big is, Queen Latifa is a big woman, not fat but she's big. Roseanne Barr is a big woman, Kyrstie Ally is a big woman. Tyra, naaa not a big woman, yea she may be a bit tall for a woman, but she ain't a big woman. And, why do all these women look like they need a vitamin and drug rehab? I like a woman that has some color other than ashen grey to her skin. I want the ability to see her reflection in a mirror. Personally I want a woman that has some meat on her bones, I'm not talking Hover Round fat, but a woman that has some shape to her body. One that has a body. I want a woman that I when I grab her hips, I'm not grabbing her pelvis bone. Don't care for the whole backbone look either. I want my woman to be able to eat an ear of corn, and t-bone steak with her hands and not get a drop on her shirt. (without a bib) I don't want a parsley pie for dessert, or some damn tofu turkey for Thanksgiving. Now I ain't going to lie, I like my woman to look good. Hell, that's what makes you want to date in the first place, if she looks good I'm talking to her. Hell, I wouldn't be with my wife if I didn't think she looked good. Ooooooooh, he's shallow only wants her for her looks, she's just arm candy to him, you user.There I said it for ya. I hope I covered all the bases on that one. :) Now, I guarantee you that there is not a soul on this planet that would be with who they're with, be it dating, a steady boyfriend.girlfriend thing, or your spouse, if you didn't find them attractive. With the exception of arranged marriages. You would have never spoke to that person to find out they had a brilliant personality if you didn't think they looked good, weather is was their physical looks, or the bulge in their pockets. Speaking of global warming. It's time for me to go.
So, now yo....
And, NO I don't talk to other women for the purpose of a relationship, I'M MARRIED, and you just don't do that shit. Nor do I want to. Hah, gotcha.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
What I Do...Well Used To
Working in the oil field on drilling rigs I have a lot of people ask me what I do out there, and even when I describe it to them they still don't understand. Roughneckin is like no other job on earth. It's not like most jobs where there are some relateable aspects of it, you're not on an assembly line building car parts, or a car. Or in a restaurant serving tea and coffee. In most jobs, the drinks or parts may be different, but you're still doing basically the same job. Not in the oil field, there is no other job where you're doing anything like tripping pipe, or making a connection, burning a flare, you don't have blowouts in energy plants, you don't mix drilling mud while building a house, and that's the closest to anything outside the rigs. And, the only resemblance in mixin mud and mixin cement is that you're chemicals come in fifty to a hundred pound bags, and you have to keep to the right recipe to make it work right. So I've taken the time to find some videos on youtube to show ya what I did when I worked on the rigs. I've worked every position on the rig it's self. From worms corner to driller, my favorite was working derricks. Which is the first video I've put up.
This is what the derrickhand does while tripping pipe in the hole.
This is a connection, you add another length of drill pipe usually 30 - 32 ft long. The driller is the one on the right in the background.
Now, I'm not in any of these videos, but they do show the main part of what we did out there. You make connections daily, sometimes many a day, sometimes only one, depending on depth and penetration rate. You trip pipe about once a week, sometimes every three or four day depending on the drill bit you have down hole. I've seen a diamond PDC type bit last upwards of two hundred hours. I couldn't find any videos of the other stuff we do out there, but it's mostly cleaning, rig repair and preventative maintenance. I love the work, and wish I could still do it.
This is what the derrickhand does while tripping pipe in the hole.
This is a connection, you add another length of drill pipe usually 30 - 32 ft long. The driller is the one on the right in the background.
Now, I'm not in any of these videos, but they do show the main part of what we did out there. You make connections daily, sometimes many a day, sometimes only one, depending on depth and penetration rate. You trip pipe about once a week, sometimes every three or four day depending on the drill bit you have down hole. I've seen a diamond PDC type bit last upwards of two hundred hours. I couldn't find any videos of the other stuff we do out there, but it's mostly cleaning, rig repair and preventative maintenance. I love the work, and wish I could still do it.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
The First Sunday Of The New Year
Now, I'm not a preacher or anything of the sort, but I know what The Holy Bible says. And, I'm not going to preach on it, nor will I ever preach on it. I will however, post some verses and my thoughts on them. But, not today, today you get my view of religion and what it means to me and what my beliefs are.
There are quite a few things I find wrong with the religions of the world. But, they all boil down to two things, interpretation and hatred. All of the worlds religions are based on basically the same stories, myths and tales. Christians just use the stories in The Bible as the basis of their religion. Even within the Christian religions they have many interpretations of what it means. And, it can not be agreed upon as to what any of it truly means. Even within the Ten Commandments, some say they should be taken literally, some say "Well what it's really saying is...". I'm sorry people but you can't have it both ways, it's either literal or it's up for interpretation. Take the seventh commandment for example, it states "Thou shalt not kill." (Exodus 20:13 KJV). Yup I quoted it. But, that doesn't say "Thou shalt not kill, unless....." It plainly states that you shouldn't kill anybody, which seems to me to be a direct statement, not open for interpretation. Yet we do, "Oh this guy killed a bus load of Jerry's Kids, with a couple Nuns and a Preacher driving, FRY HIM!!!" Well, would that really be the case? Now, I can hear you now the whole eye for an eye thing. Now here's the deal on that, most modern Christian religions, base their beliefs on the New Testament, and say the Old Testament is irrelevant. Now, if you know you're Bible or check it to see Exodus is the Second Book of the Old Testament. More trying to have it both ways. What most religions do is take The Bible and work out what is written there to fit their beliefs or what they want for themselves. Now I could take any religion and do some serious research into it and give you examples of what I'm talking about, but I'm not getting into how doctrine contradicts verse, or how each religion thinks the others are going to hell because they don't believe as we do. There are parts of The Bible that are left for interpretation, for no other reason than that they're vague in what it says. Take the eye for an eye passage contained in Exodus 21 it doesn't say how the eye should be paid, but that an eye should be PAID not taken. In fact the first verse of Exodus 21 is "Now these are the judgments which thou shalt set before them." This says JUDGMENTS. Now that says to me, that if you take my eye I am not to take yours, but the judgment shall be put upon you that yours be taken from you, not by me though.
This brings up another point on religion, judgment. I've heard a many preacher say you shouldn't judge anybody, but their religion itself judges, and they judge by preaching that if you don't follow our beliefs you will go to hell. So in a nut shell, you either take things as they're written in The Bible, or just throw it out.
The Ten Commandments
http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=exodus%2020&version=KJV
The Judgments
http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=exodus%2021&version=KJV
There are quite a few things I find wrong with the religions of the world. But, they all boil down to two things, interpretation and hatred. All of the worlds religions are based on basically the same stories, myths and tales. Christians just use the stories in The Bible as the basis of their religion. Even within the Christian religions they have many interpretations of what it means. And, it can not be agreed upon as to what any of it truly means. Even within the Ten Commandments, some say they should be taken literally, some say "Well what it's really saying is...". I'm sorry people but you can't have it both ways, it's either literal or it's up for interpretation. Take the seventh commandment for example, it states "Thou shalt not kill." (Exodus 20:13 KJV). Yup I quoted it. But, that doesn't say "Thou shalt not kill, unless....." It plainly states that you shouldn't kill anybody, which seems to me to be a direct statement, not open for interpretation. Yet we do, "Oh this guy killed a bus load of Jerry's Kids, with a couple Nuns and a Preacher driving, FRY HIM!!!" Well, would that really be the case? Now, I can hear you now the whole eye for an eye thing. Now here's the deal on that, most modern Christian religions, base their beliefs on the New Testament, and say the Old Testament is irrelevant. Now, if you know you're Bible or check it to see Exodus is the Second Book of the Old Testament. More trying to have it both ways. What most religions do is take The Bible and work out what is written there to fit their beliefs or what they want for themselves. Now I could take any religion and do some serious research into it and give you examples of what I'm talking about, but I'm not getting into how doctrine contradicts verse, or how each religion thinks the others are going to hell because they don't believe as we do. There are parts of The Bible that are left for interpretation, for no other reason than that they're vague in what it says. Take the eye for an eye passage contained in Exodus 21 it doesn't say how the eye should be paid, but that an eye should be PAID not taken. In fact the first verse of Exodus 21 is "Now these are the judgments which thou shalt set before them." This says JUDGMENTS. Now that says to me, that if you take my eye I am not to take yours, but the judgment shall be put upon you that yours be taken from you, not by me though.
This brings up another point on religion, judgment. I've heard a many preacher say you shouldn't judge anybody, but their religion itself judges, and they judge by preaching that if you don't follow our beliefs you will go to hell. So in a nut shell, you either take things as they're written in The Bible, or just throw it out.
The Ten Commandments
http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=exodus%2020&version=KJV
The Judgments
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Saturday, January 1, 2011
Well It's New Year's Day
Another year down and another one coming up. Let's see how this one turns out.
As I look back to the past year, and I think of all that's happened. I realize that I can't remember much of shit. lol Of course there have been ups and downs, as happens to everyone every year. The reflections of the past have no bearing on the future and should not be an indicator of what lies ahead. You have the ability to make the best of the coming year and I highly suggest that you do. I know I'm going to make the best of the next year, and right the wrongs, and make the goods better. As I'm coming up on my one year anniversary I am reminds of a couple quotes that I have to remind myself of on the off occasion.
In every marriage more than a week old, there are grounds for divorce. The trick is to find, and continue to find, grounds for marriage.
-Robert Anderson
More marriages might survive if the partners realized that sometimes the better comes after the worse.
-Doug Larson
As I look back to the past year, and I think of all that's happened. I realize that I can't remember much of shit. lol Of course there have been ups and downs, as happens to everyone every year. The reflections of the past have no bearing on the future and should not be an indicator of what lies ahead. You have the ability to make the best of the coming year and I highly suggest that you do. I know I'm going to make the best of the next year, and right the wrongs, and make the goods better. As I'm coming up on my one year anniversary I am reminds of a couple quotes that I have to remind myself of on the off occasion.
In every marriage more than a week old, there are grounds for divorce. The trick is to find, and continue to find, grounds for marriage.
-Robert Anderson
More marriages might survive if the partners realized that sometimes the better comes after the worse.
-Doug Larson
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