Governor Huckabee wasted no time in accepting Presidential-race latecomer Fred Thompson's invitation to participate in some serious debates! ("Serious" meaning more depth and less of the 30-second sound bite commercials we've been growing accustomed to...) Bring it on Mr. Thompson - you have lots of catching up to do here since you took your sweet time in announcing your candidacy - and, in the meantime, Governor Huckabee has been winning the hearts of many! I do look forward to some exchanges with substance - time to move on from the "woulda, shoulda, coulda's" to hearing the Presidential hopefuls' hopefully well-thought-out plans for moving this great country onward and upward.
(Please visit mikehuckabee.com to view and "co-sign" his letter to Mr. Thompson)
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Hmmm...Huckabee!
Governor Huckabee had me with "hello" last night! He said just what I needed to hear to spark the flame of interest in this next Presidential election. Check out this video of the exhange between him and Ron Paul and perhaps you will understand why I've decided "I LIKE MIKE"...
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Sparrow Over Water
A sparrow over water
A soul that finds no rest
Searching for new meaning
While remembering I am blessed
Blessed to be a mother
Perhaps that's all I'll be
Maybe time has closed the door
To what I thought was me
An author and musician
Changing lives with pen and song
Someone who'd make a difference
Perhaps my dreams were wrong
But then I gaze upon my sons
And husband, who's a friend
And tearfully I realize that
I'm not at my end
This sparrow will keep on soaring
With wings that will protect
The family my God gave me
They are my best gift yet
My soul will find its gladness
Helping boys become great men
I'll write when spirit leads me
And make music now and then
But in the end, I'm finding out,
It isn't about me
There is something so much bigger
and acceptance sets me free
Free to be just mother
And, too, a loving wife
For what could be a greater job
A more important life
A soul that finds no rest
Searching for new meaning
While remembering I am blessed
Blessed to be a mother
Perhaps that's all I'll be
Maybe time has closed the door
To what I thought was me
An author and musician
Changing lives with pen and song
Someone who'd make a difference
Perhaps my dreams were wrong
But then I gaze upon my sons
And husband, who's a friend
And tearfully I realize that
I'm not at my end
This sparrow will keep on soaring
With wings that will protect
The family my God gave me
They are my best gift yet
My soul will find its gladness
Helping boys become great men
I'll write when spirit leads me
And make music now and then
But in the end, I'm finding out,
It isn't about me
There is something so much bigger
and acceptance sets me free
Free to be just mother
And, too, a loving wife
For what could be a greater job
A more important life
The World Through My Son's Eyes
Yesterday my teenage son and I had a talk.
This "talk" took place just after a male adult verbally attacked my son for nothing more than the innocent act of reading a sign. I had left my son outside of a Publix grocery store to finish his ice cream cone while I made a quick trip inside. Apparently he was reading a sign on the glass window and a the male half of a couple who was leaving the store was under the impression that my teen was eyeing his wife. This ignorant redneck emerged from Publix gesturing and raising his voice at my unsuspecting son - yelling "What are you looking at?". My son thankfully was able to answer firmly and honestly "I'm not staring at anything" despite the shock he felt at being approached in such a manner.
Anyway, this situation led to a mother/son discussion about how unfortunate it is that we must proceed with real caution when it comes to people. It seems there are many dangers lurking outside of the safe haven of home. We really don't know who we are dealing with anymore - appearances quite often "lie". Titles can "lie" too. You know what I'm talking about - the "titles" we used to be able to trust. "President", "Pastor", "Coach", "Teacher", "Senator", "Doctor","neighbor" - even "mother", "father" and "friend". It is a sad state of affairs when an adolescent says he wishes it was "like in the old days". My heart aches when I hear him utter these words - silently agreeing and, at the same time, fearing that our society is on the most slippery of slopes straight to hell. My son asks if people were truly different in decades past. I tell him that, on the whole, I believe things were better - but that there have always been elements of evil and perversion. I tell him that people's constant exposure to violence (through television,film and video games), and easy access to pornography (through internet) have probably made everything worse. I tell him that sick and twisted things still occurred in the "good old days" - but we just didn't hear about it like we do now in the age of instant, continuous news.
CNN provides me with new material daily - information that falls under the category of "What to Forewarn the Kids About". This drug, that drug, this trend, that trend, this perversion, that perversion...all this to watch out for while, at the same time, we live with the underlying and continuous threat of terrorism.
Raising children in the current state of the universe unfortunately requires a different skill set than my own parents needed. I pray every day now for the wisdom and strength I will need to do what is the most important job I've ever been blessed with - that of being a mother.
Yesterday my teenage son and I had a talk.
This "talk" took place just after a male adult verbally attacked my son for nothing more than the innocent act of reading a sign. I had left my son outside of a Publix grocery store to finish his ice cream cone while I made a quick trip inside. Apparently he was reading a sign on the glass window and a the male half of a couple who was leaving the store was under the impression that my teen was eyeing his wife. This ignorant redneck emerged from Publix gesturing and raising his voice at my unsuspecting son - yelling "What are you looking at?". My son thankfully was able to answer firmly and honestly "I'm not staring at anything" despite the shock he felt at being approached in such a manner.
Anyway, this situation led to a mother/son discussion about how unfortunate it is that we must proceed with real caution when it comes to people. It seems there are many dangers lurking outside of the safe haven of home. We really don't know who we are dealing with anymore - appearances quite often "lie". Titles can "lie" too. You know what I'm talking about - the "titles" we used to be able to trust. "President", "Pastor", "Coach", "Teacher", "Senator", "Doctor","neighbor" - even "mother", "father" and "friend". It is a sad state of affairs when an adolescent says he wishes it was "like in the old days". My heart aches when I hear him utter these words - silently agreeing and, at the same time, fearing that our society is on the most slippery of slopes straight to hell. My son asks if people were truly different in decades past. I tell him that, on the whole, I believe things were better - but that there have always been elements of evil and perversion. I tell him that people's constant exposure to violence (through television,film and video games), and easy access to pornography (through internet) have probably made everything worse. I tell him that sick and twisted things still occurred in the "good old days" - but we just didn't hear about it like we do now in the age of instant, continuous news.
CNN provides me with new material daily - information that falls under the category of "What to Forewarn the Kids About". This drug, that drug, this trend, that trend, this perversion, that perversion...all this to watch out for while, at the same time, we live with the underlying and continuous threat of terrorism.
Raising children in the current state of the universe unfortunately requires a different skill set than my own parents needed. I pray every day now for the wisdom and strength I will need to do what is the most important job I've ever been blessed with - that of being a mother.
Yesterday my teenage son and I had a talk.
Michael Vick Finds Jesus
(originally posted by Cricket on the blog "Corvidae" on 8/27/07)
Michael Vick, today you officially admitted your guilt and attributed it to "immaturity". Listen, Michael, "immaturity" is launching spit balls - not murdering pit bulls. What you did can be chalked up to an evil nature. But, I guess you've got that covered now, since you've "found Jesus" and turned your life over to God and "aksed" forgiveness. Now you can be clothed in His righteousness - right?
One can only hope and pray that you truly will turn your life around - it's too late for those dogs that you tortured to death - but I believe they are in a better, kinder place.
Now that you have invited the Lord into your heart I suppose you'll be reading The Good Book. Here's a good verse for you to meditate on: "A righteous man regards the life of his animal." (Proverbs 12:10)
I do believe in forgiveness and redemption - and I do believe that God can dramatically change people's lives - so I hope you are sincere and I do wish you the best in your new life in Christ. Once you have served your time, and I hope you do get a sentence that sends a loud message, I believe you should be allowed a fresh start. Your past actions have at least increased awareness of the horrors of dog fighting - now, I think that rather than continuing to crucify you, our energies are best spent educating the public, hopefully bringing this brutal practice to an end once and for all.
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Michael Vick, today you officially admitted your guilt and attributed it to "immaturity". Listen, Michael, "immaturity" is launching spit balls - not murdering pit bulls. What you did can be chalked up to an evil nature. But, I guess you've got that covered now, since you've "found Jesus" and turned your life over to God and "aksed" forgiveness. Now you can be clothed in His righteousness - right?
One can only hope and pray that you truly will turn your life around - it's too late for those dogs that you tortured to death - but I believe they are in a better, kinder place.
Now that you have invited the Lord into your heart I suppose you'll be reading The Good Book. Here's a good verse for you to meditate on: "A righteous man regards the life of his animal." (Proverbs 12:10)
I do believe in forgiveness and redemption - and I do believe that God can dramatically change people's lives - so I hope you are sincere and I do wish you the best in your new life in Christ. Once you have served your time, and I hope you do get a sentence that sends a loud message, I believe you should be allowed a fresh start. Your past actions have at least increased awareness of the horrors of dog fighting - now, I think that rather than continuing to crucify you, our energies are best spent educating the public, hopefully bringing this brutal practice to an end once and for all.
Posted by cricket at 2:16 PM 8 comments Links to this post
Labels: Jesus, Michael Vick, pit bulls
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
A Knick on The Vick
Looks like we can add Stephon Marbury of the New York Knicks to our idiot factor list. He should have shut his pie hole after awarding his friend Michael Vick with the "good human being" label...but he just had to go on and display his ignorance further with the statement, "We don't say anything about people shooting deers and shooting other animals, you know what I mean?"
Ignorance Evidence #1: The plural of "deer" is not "deers".
Ignorance Evidence #2: Deer hunting and dog fighting (not to mention dog electrocution, hanging and body slamming) are incomparable. Although I personally could never shoot a deer, I am quite sure that deer hunting is NOT killing just for the sake of killing. The overpopulation of deer can lead to many problems - including the prospect of a slow and painful death of deer due to starvation. Hopefully the majority of deer that are hunted are shot skillfully - causing a quick death with little pain. This cannot be compared with the torture that these pit bulls were (and are) subjected to. In addition, many hunters process the venison and either eat it themselves or donate the food to shelters in need. (Now, allow me to reiterate here that I, personally, cringe at the thought of killing ANY LIVING CREATURE...in fact, I have to look the other way when a chicken truck passes by and I am one of those people who will take the time to capture a spider in a cup and release it outside rather than step on it.)
Ignorance Evidence #3: Marbury went on to spew the following pearls: "From what I hear, dogfighting is a sport. It's just behind closed doors..." Dear Stephon, glad to know you're trying to keep up on current trends and such but, from what I hear, dogfighting is an ILLEGAL sport...and LOTS of things go on behind closed doors that are heinous. Get a brain - you are an embarrassment to my home state.
Lastly, Ignorance Evidence #4: The point guard wished to make the point that he thinks "it's tough that WE build Michael Vick up and then WE break him down". (Have you got a mouse in your pocket Stephon?) Excuse me but I have never worshipped or paid much attention to Vick in the past...and from all I have read lately, it looks like he's been doing a pretty damn good job of shedding light on his lack of character ALL BY HIMSELF over the past few years.
Anyway, Mr. Marbury, I thank you for giving me something to blog about - I've been experiencing some frustrating writer's block as of late and I'm glad to be back.
P.S. Oh, I almost forgot...thank you, too, for giving me another brand of sneakers to boycott.
Ignorance Evidence #1: The plural of "deer" is not "deers".
Ignorance Evidence #2: Deer hunting and dog fighting (not to mention dog electrocution, hanging and body slamming) are incomparable. Although I personally could never shoot a deer, I am quite sure that deer hunting is NOT killing just for the sake of killing. The overpopulation of deer can lead to many problems - including the prospect of a slow and painful death of deer due to starvation. Hopefully the majority of deer that are hunted are shot skillfully - causing a quick death with little pain. This cannot be compared with the torture that these pit bulls were (and are) subjected to. In addition, many hunters process the venison and either eat it themselves or donate the food to shelters in need. (Now, allow me to reiterate here that I, personally, cringe at the thought of killing ANY LIVING CREATURE...in fact, I have to look the other way when a chicken truck passes by and I am one of those people who will take the time to capture a spider in a cup and release it outside rather than step on it.)
Ignorance Evidence #3: Marbury went on to spew the following pearls: "From what I hear, dogfighting is a sport. It's just behind closed doors..." Dear Stephon, glad to know you're trying to keep up on current trends and such but, from what I hear, dogfighting is an ILLEGAL sport...and LOTS of things go on behind closed doors that are heinous. Get a brain - you are an embarrassment to my home state.
Lastly, Ignorance Evidence #4: The point guard wished to make the point that he thinks "it's tough that WE build Michael Vick up and then WE break him down". (Have you got a mouse in your pocket Stephon?) Excuse me but I have never worshipped or paid much attention to Vick in the past...and from all I have read lately, it looks like he's been doing a pretty damn good job of shedding light on his lack of character ALL BY HIMSELF over the past few years.
Anyway, Mr. Marbury, I thank you for giving me something to blog about - I've been experiencing some frustrating writer's block as of late and I'm glad to be back.
P.S. Oh, I almost forgot...thank you, too, for giving me another brand of sneakers to boycott.
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