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Stacy
Monday, August 4, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Today is July first... and as promised...
I have a running joke with a few of my friends because I exclaimed a couple months ago that " July first I was going to set the agnostic farts aflame" and go ape shit with my blog here. Who knew I had readers who were actually looking forward to that. So, instead of a liberal, left wing, anti religion, pro Obama rant like I am so used to spewing, I feel a gentler side of me coming out....and I think I'll spend some time giving myself and others a pat on the back. Its been boiling in me for a while, like a cherry-red kettle of molton hot togetherness. I hear Kumbaya in my sleep. I've dined upon an emotional laxative. So sit back and feel the love for a second. And if you wish, be bitter, angry, and resentful of the love, if that is your nature. Bask in its healing glory, or shove it up your ass, I don't care. Either way, just take the love and do what you want with it.
Oh here we go with a little rant about the "organization". Ah, my beloved "organization", three months now, after the proverbial shit started hitting the fan. So, many are wondering... after such a confusing, bitter, and colossally slanderous run with the local Meanie McMeanersons, what is the state of the Org. now? You'd think it would be folding... disbanding....obliterated by the hateful words, back biting, negative campaigning, and anomosity between the two sides. I never gave up hope that somehow, it would prosper, and become better than ever, in spite of the problems. Now I see it is better than ever BECAUSE of the problems.
Back in March, I had an idea blossom in my head. I met these two women who seemed to really stand for what the Org. was all about. I knew I wasn't going to be Pres. another year, I knew my son would be more than a handfull as he grew, and I know I am not the leader type. But I felt I owed it to this national Org. for all they had done for me. So I made it a point to make sure I left the Org. in a better condition that I found it. I saw potential quickly, while many others took some time to see the potential in these few women who had the time, energy and creativity, as well as the ability to work as a cohesive unit that I didn't see in any one else.
Saddly, like in any large group of women, there was cattyness. Power tripping. Combitchiveness. combitchiveness is a combination of combative and bitchy behavior. I find all women have a smattering of combitchitive behavior in them. But other women let it flow out freely from their mouths, rolling and churning in anger, resentment, and unfullfilled goals. A shitstorm of disappointment. The need to be right, rather than helpful... or forgiving. It was something I needed to expell from the Org. I'd like to think that's all behind me now, but I know its not. So with one eye I watch the organization make leaps and bounds forward, and with the other eye, I'm always on the lookout for those horrible women's wake of hate, as it lays a slimy black film on my town, my neighborhood and my life.
So I got mad love for the gals going forward. But I am not completely welcomed, just well tolerated , because of the slanderous emails that went out about me. I "spout" about the devil. I mean who writes that in an email to 44 women? What does that say about your character? I "campaigned" against people... I "canvased" against people. I mean have these people met me? Do they even know that I don't even gossip? I even get threatening hate mail from people, blaming me for A, B and C... things I didn't even DO or Say! So yeah, my reputation is wrecked, as is theirs. They wrecked their own by talking so baddly about people, mine is just wrecked because they decided to be the town's personal CNN correspondents. So Im shit out of luck, they look like whackos, Im moving on, they're bitter.... and the Org. goes on in complete and utter oblivion to whats going on outside it. And that's not necessarily a bad thing. As I see how happy everyone is now and how well its gelling together, I can't help but pat myself.. and the girls... on the back. All is right and wonderful....at least, in the confines of the Club. And I couldn't be happier.
Oh here we go with a little rant about the "organization". Ah, my beloved "organization", three months now, after the proverbial shit started hitting the fan. So, many are wondering... after such a confusing, bitter, and colossally slanderous run with the local Meanie McMeanersons, what is the state of the Org. now? You'd think it would be folding... disbanding....obliterated by the hateful words, back biting, negative campaigning, and anomosity between the two sides. I never gave up hope that somehow, it would prosper, and become better than ever, in spite of the problems. Now I see it is better than ever BECAUSE of the problems.
Back in March, I had an idea blossom in my head. I met these two women who seemed to really stand for what the Org. was all about. I knew I wasn't going to be Pres. another year, I knew my son would be more than a handfull as he grew, and I know I am not the leader type. But I felt I owed it to this national Org. for all they had done for me. So I made it a point to make sure I left the Org. in a better condition that I found it. I saw potential quickly, while many others took some time to see the potential in these few women who had the time, energy and creativity, as well as the ability to work as a cohesive unit that I didn't see in any one else.
Saddly, like in any large group of women, there was cattyness. Power tripping. Combitchiveness. combitchiveness is a combination of combative and bitchy behavior. I find all women have a smattering of combitchitive behavior in them. But other women let it flow out freely from their mouths, rolling and churning in anger, resentment, and unfullfilled goals. A shitstorm of disappointment. The need to be right, rather than helpful... or forgiving. It was something I needed to expell from the Org. I'd like to think that's all behind me now, but I know its not. So with one eye I watch the organization make leaps and bounds forward, and with the other eye, I'm always on the lookout for those horrible women's wake of hate, as it lays a slimy black film on my town, my neighborhood and my life.
So I got mad love for the gals going forward. But I am not completely welcomed, just well tolerated , because of the slanderous emails that went out about me. I "spout" about the devil. I mean who writes that in an email to 44 women? What does that say about your character? I "campaigned" against people... I "canvased" against people. I mean have these people met me? Do they even know that I don't even gossip? I even get threatening hate mail from people, blaming me for A, B and C... things I didn't even DO or Say! So yeah, my reputation is wrecked, as is theirs. They wrecked their own by talking so baddly about people, mine is just wrecked because they decided to be the town's personal CNN correspondents. So Im shit out of luck, they look like whackos, Im moving on, they're bitter.... and the Org. goes on in complete and utter oblivion to whats going on outside it. And that's not necessarily a bad thing. As I see how happy everyone is now and how well its gelling together, I can't help but pat myself.. and the girls... on the back. All is right and wonderful....at least, in the confines of the Club. And I couldn't be happier.
Friday, June 27, 2008
This blog is now All Obama, All the Time
James Dobson, the Focus on the Family founder and a leader of the Religious Right, was attacking Barack Obama recently because he says Obama was “deliberately distorting the Bible” and has a “fruitcake interpretation of the Constitution.”
Dobson was referencing a speech Obama made two years ago. (He’s a fast one, that Dobson.)
Why did he do it? Perhaps because he knows his leverage among Christians is waning and he was trying to make a power move.
Don’t believe his support is dwindling? A group of pastors headed by (friend of George W. Bush) Kirbyjon Caldwell began a website called jamesdobsondoesntspeakforme.com.
Their core statement reads:
James Dobson doesn’t speak for me.
He doesn’t speak for me when he uses religion as a wedge to divide;
He doesn’t speak for me when he speaks as the final arbiter on the meaning of the Bible;
James Dobson doesn’t speak for me when he uses the beliefs of others as a line of attack;
He doesn’t speak for me when he denigrates his neighbor’s views when they don’t line up with his;
He doesn’t speak for me when he seeks to confine the values of my faith to two or three issues alone;
What does speak for me is David’s psalm celebrating how good and pleasant it is when we come together in unity;
Micah speaks for me in reminding us that the Lord requires us to act justly, to love mercy and to walk humbly with Him;
The prophet Isaiah speaks for me in his call for all to come and reason together and also to seek justice, encourage the oppressed and to defend the cause of the vulnerable;
The book of Nehemiah speaks for me in its example to work with our neighbors, not against them, to restore what was broken in our communities;
The book of Matthew speaks for me in saying to bless those that curse you and pray for those who persecute you;
The words of the apostle Paul speak for me in saying that words spoken and deeds done without love amount to nothing.
The apostle John speaks for me in reminding us of Jesus’ command to love one another. The world will know His disciples by that love.
These words speak for me. But when James Dobson attacks Barack Obama, James Dobson doesn’t speak for me.
If you’re a Christian who agrees with the statement, you’re welcome to sign a statement on the site saying so.
Dobson was referencing a speech Obama made two years ago. (He’s a fast one, that Dobson.)
Why did he do it? Perhaps because he knows his leverage among Christians is waning and he was trying to make a power move.
Don’t believe his support is dwindling? A group of pastors headed by (friend of George W. Bush) Kirbyjon Caldwell began a website called jamesdobsondoesntspeakforme.com.
Their core statement reads:
James Dobson doesn’t speak for me.
He doesn’t speak for me when he uses religion as a wedge to divide;
He doesn’t speak for me when he speaks as the final arbiter on the meaning of the Bible;
James Dobson doesn’t speak for me when he uses the beliefs of others as a line of attack;
He doesn’t speak for me when he denigrates his neighbor’s views when they don’t line up with his;
He doesn’t speak for me when he seeks to confine the values of my faith to two or three issues alone;
What does speak for me is David’s psalm celebrating how good and pleasant it is when we come together in unity;
Micah speaks for me in reminding us that the Lord requires us to act justly, to love mercy and to walk humbly with Him;
The prophet Isaiah speaks for me in his call for all to come and reason together and also to seek justice, encourage the oppressed and to defend the cause of the vulnerable;
The book of Nehemiah speaks for me in its example to work with our neighbors, not against them, to restore what was broken in our communities;
The book of Matthew speaks for me in saying to bless those that curse you and pray for those who persecute you;
The words of the apostle Paul speak for me in saying that words spoken and deeds done without love amount to nothing.
The apostle John speaks for me in reminding us of Jesus’ command to love one another. The world will know His disciples by that love.
These words speak for me. But when James Dobson attacks Barack Obama, James Dobson doesn’t speak for me.
If you’re a Christian who agrees with the statement, you’re welcome to sign a statement on the site saying so.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
good reads...
Courtesy of The Heinlein Society: Robert Heinlein wrote these words in 1952 and delivered them to a national radio audience in a broadcast interview by Edward R. Murrow.
I am not going to talk about religious beliefs, but about matters so obvious that it has gone out of style to mention them.
I believe in my neighbors.
I know their faults and I know that their virtues far outweigh their faults. Take Father Michael down our road a piece --I'm not of his creed, but I know the goodness and charity and lovingkindness that shine in his daily actions. I believe in Father Mike; if I'm in trouble, I'll go to him. My next-door neighbor is a veterinary doctor. Doc will get out of bed after a hard day to help a stray cat. No fee -- no prospect of a fee. I believe in Doc.
I believe in my townspeople. You can knock on any door in our town say, 'I'm hungry,' and you will be fed. Our town is no exception; I've found the same ready charity everywhere. For the one who says, 'To heck with you -- I got mine,' there are a hundred, a thousand, who will say, 'Sure, pal, sit down.'
I know that, despite all warnings against hitchhikers, I can step to the highway, thumb for a ride and in a few minutes a car or a truck will stop and someone will say, 'Climb in, Mac. How how far you going?'
I believe in my fellow citizens. Our headlines are splashed with crime, yet for every criminal there are 10,000 honest decent kindly men. If it were not so, no child would live to grow up, business could not go on from day to day. Decency is not news; it is buried in the obituaries --but it is a force stronger than crime.
I believe in the patient gallantry of nurses...in the tedious sacrifices of teachers. I believe in the unseen and unending fight against desperate odds that goes on quietly in almost every home in the land.
I believe in the honest craft of workmen. Take a look around you. There never were enough bosses to check up on all that work. From Independence Hall to the Grand Coulee Dam, these things were built level and square by craftsmen who were honest in their bones.
I believe that almost all politicians are honest. For every bribed alderman there are hundreds of politicians, low paid or not paid at all, doing their level best without thanks or glory to make our system work. If this were not true, we would never have gotten past the thirteen colonies.
I believe in Rodger Young. You and I are free today because of endless unnamed heroes from Valley Forge to the Yalu River.
I believe in -- I am proud to belong to -- the United States. Despite shortcomings, from lynchings to bad faith in high places, our nation has had the most decent and kindly internal practices and foreign policies to be found anywhere in history.
And finally, I believe in my whole race. Yellow, white, black, red, brown --in the honesty, courage, intelligence, durability....and goodness.....of the overwhelming majority of my brothers and sisters everywhere on this planet. I am proud to be a human being. I believe that we have come this far by the skin of our teeth, that we always make it just by the skin of our teeth --but that we will always make it....survive....endure. I believe that this hairless embryo with the aching, oversize brain case and the opposable thumb, this animal barely up from the apes, will endure --will endure longer than his home planet, will spread out to the other planets, to the stars, and beyond, carrying with him his honesty, his insatiable curiosity, his unlimited courage --and his noble essential decency.
This I believe with all my heart.
I am not going to talk about religious beliefs, but about matters so obvious that it has gone out of style to mention them.
I believe in my neighbors.
I know their faults and I know that their virtues far outweigh their faults. Take Father Michael down our road a piece --I'm not of his creed, but I know the goodness and charity and lovingkindness that shine in his daily actions. I believe in Father Mike; if I'm in trouble, I'll go to him. My next-door neighbor is a veterinary doctor. Doc will get out of bed after a hard day to help a stray cat. No fee -- no prospect of a fee. I believe in Doc.
I believe in my townspeople. You can knock on any door in our town say, 'I'm hungry,' and you will be fed. Our town is no exception; I've found the same ready charity everywhere. For the one who says, 'To heck with you -- I got mine,' there are a hundred, a thousand, who will say, 'Sure, pal, sit down.'
I know that, despite all warnings against hitchhikers, I can step to the highway, thumb for a ride and in a few minutes a car or a truck will stop and someone will say, 'Climb in, Mac. How how far you going?'
I believe in my fellow citizens. Our headlines are splashed with crime, yet for every criminal there are 10,000 honest decent kindly men. If it were not so, no child would live to grow up, business could not go on from day to day. Decency is not news; it is buried in the obituaries --but it is a force stronger than crime.
I believe in the patient gallantry of nurses...in the tedious sacrifices of teachers. I believe in the unseen and unending fight against desperate odds that goes on quietly in almost every home in the land.
I believe in the honest craft of workmen. Take a look around you. There never were enough bosses to check up on all that work. From Independence Hall to the Grand Coulee Dam, these things were built level and square by craftsmen who were honest in their bones.
I believe that almost all politicians are honest. For every bribed alderman there are hundreds of politicians, low paid or not paid at all, doing their level best without thanks or glory to make our system work. If this were not true, we would never have gotten past the thirteen colonies.
I believe in Rodger Young. You and I are free today because of endless unnamed heroes from Valley Forge to the Yalu River.
I believe in -- I am proud to belong to -- the United States. Despite shortcomings, from lynchings to bad faith in high places, our nation has had the most decent and kindly internal practices and foreign policies to be found anywhere in history.
And finally, I believe in my whole race. Yellow, white, black, red, brown --in the honesty, courage, intelligence, durability....and goodness.....of the overwhelming majority of my brothers and sisters everywhere on this planet. I am proud to be a human being. I believe that we have come this far by the skin of our teeth, that we always make it just by the skin of our teeth --but that we will always make it....survive....endure. I believe that this hairless embryo with the aching, oversize brain case and the opposable thumb, this animal barely up from the apes, will endure --will endure longer than his home planet, will spread out to the other planets, to the stars, and beyond, carrying with him his honesty, his insatiable curiosity, his unlimited courage --and his noble essential decency.
This I believe with all my heart.
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