Archive for November, 2005
People are so stupid! Granted, so am I, since I’m still awake… *Pulls hair* Okay, I’m going to sleep.
yes wonderful… of course primitive animals with no ability to reason would have a social hierarchy???
This person has never heard of wolves, chickens, or primates (outside of humans). How do you get by without a functioning brain and/or incredibly limited worldview? Really?
Hi. Yeah, I know, it’s soooo tough being “Christian” in this day and age, isn’t it? I mean, you’ve got people waging war on Christmas and pushing filth and secular humanism on your kids in school and getting God kicked out of the constitution all over the place. Will the pain never end?
Why yes, yes it will. How, and when, you ask? Right now, that’s when. How? Well, it starts with _you_. Yes, you. It begins when you step back and look at your life and realize that you’ve never actually been persecuted in your entire life. Oh, teased, maybe, and quite possibly picked on, but not persecuted. Here’s a definition for you:
persecute
One entry found for persecute.
Main Entry: per·se·cute
Pronunciation: ‘p&r-si-”kyüt
Function: transitive verb
Inflected Form(s): -cut·ed; -cut·ing
Etymology: Middle English, from Middle French persecuter, back-formation from persecuteur persecutor, from Late Latin persecutor, from persequi to persecute, from Latin, to pursue, from per- through + sequi to follow — more at SUE
1 : to harass in a manner designed to injure, grieve, or afflict; specifically : to cause to suffer because of belief
2 : to annoy with persistent or urgent approaches (as attacks, pleas, or importunities) : PESTER
People saying “happy Holidays!” is not persecution. It’s a greeting or a farewell, or just something that’s said because the boss Said So, since I can’t find it in me to smile all damn day it wouldn’t kill me to at least _pretend_ to be a little friendly… People pointing out that maybe government of any stripe (local, state, federal) should be a little more mindful of the separation of Church and State is not persecution. Reminding someone that their God (and/or their interpretation of said God/texts of their religion) is not the ONLY one, or telling someone that _your_ God is not _their_ God, is not persecution.
I don’t like it or appreciate it when people dismiss my God as “the sky-wizard”, “the man in the sky”, “your imaginary friend”, or any of the other derogatory or dismissive things I’ve seen Him described as. I recognize it for what it is, though: someone else’s opinion, however annoyingly framed. It is NOT persecution.
“Persecution” is rounding up the members of a particular religion and, oh, say… Making them work until they starve to death or drop dead from exhaustion. Persecution is making members of a particular religion live together in a particular section of town; forcing them to carry papers or wear a particular symbol singling them out as a member of the group; or loading them into train cars intended for carrying cattle and shipping them to “work-camps” in the middle of nowhere. Persecution is sending men, women and children — CHILDREN — into gas chambers because they are of a particular religion.
Persecution is not something that middle- to upper-middle-class, primarily white “Christian” people experience on a regular basis.
There is no “war on Christmas”; there’s more than one holiday celebrated between Thanksgiving and New Years, the easiest way to deal with them is to use the blanket of “happy Holidays!”. You cannot look at someone and assume that they are X; you cannot even use their purchases to help make that assumption. So someone is buying some Hannukah gelt and wrapping paper; that doesn’t mean they’re Jewish — if it’s me, I love the colors and, frankly, I like chocolate. It could mean that they have Jewish cousins, or a Jewish friend.
Now, buy yourselves a stepladder and get. over. yourselves.
Also, shut up and go away. (This is not persecution, either. If you were annoying _anything_, atheist/gay/banana salesmen/vacuum-cleaner fanatics, I’d tell you the same thing.)
No love, which goes against the admonition to both love my neighbor as I love myself and to love others as God loves me, but at least I’m acknowledging it,
Me.
P.S. See also Matthew 6:5.
And I’m okay. Not great, but not horrible, either.
I’ll probably be worse after talking to my mother, though.
I really, _really_ need to talk to some sort of professional. I have a handful of phone numbers, so it’s merely a matter of making the calls and finding someone that I can see sooner rather than later.
*Snerk* The science teacher at Cattack high is named “Mrs. Hertz”. The English teacher in Totally Spies is named “Mr. Tetley”, which always makes me snicker.
Keep loved ones close with Breath Capture.
The name is just… It sounds like another name for a Breathalyzer.
And then there’s the little tagline in the upper-right corner: “…patent-pending method and apparatus for collecting human breath as a keepsake display.” Eh-wha? According to the bad little looping flash graphic, you “have your friend breathe into the breath-capture tube” and “capture their breath with a permanent seal”. How on EARTH can that be patent-worthy? (Never mind that the graphic shows a woman -blowing- into the vial from appx. six inches away, and then capping it after all of the air she disturbed has had time to escape again…)
Last but not least, what a bizarre thing to display on your mantel.
“So, Bob, what’s that?”
“Well, Joe, it’s my wife’s breath.”
“…Your wife’s breath.”
“Yep. I love her so much that I had her breathe into that little tube and then I capped it off and mounted it on the genuine oak display plaque.”
“You know, I just remembered that I have a meeting tomorrow morning. I’ll see you later, okay? Bye!”
…Or to wear around your neck.
“Say, Judy, that’s an interesting pendant…”
“This? This is my kid’s breath!”
“…”
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