Furibundum

Well then. Now I know everything.

I was digging deep again, as I do every year or so, into my box of keepsakes and relics that I really don't know why I kept them but did. Stuff I wrote as a kid (some of that, I must say, rather disturbing), old letters of the real life mailed sort, newspaper clippings of miscellany, that have strangely yellowed and gotten brittle already and that shit just ain't right since it seems not so long ago ... whatever, I'm getting old. From the Kansas City Kansan , newspaper that we got delivered daily, Friday, July 25, 1975, I had cut out and kept this one particular article headlined "Youngster completes first novel." I was always writing as a kid, so I remember very well snipping this one item, on account of the twelve-years-old youngster was my same age, and I very much wanted my own novel published. Of course I hadn't written it yet, but I figured this proved I could do it, too, kept it for an affirmation thingy. Over the years I've remembered saving that s...

I think I'm bored blogging. I think I'm done with it. I think what's the point? I think you should check out my blogroll instead. I think they say stuff better anyway.

I am sure all of heaven's heard me cry, as I tell you all the reasons why this life is just too hard. But day by day, without fail, I'm finding everything I need, and everything that You are to me... Yeppers, that pretty much sums it up.

I was one of those grassroots Facebook campaigners responsible for Betty White hosting Saturday Night Live the other night, so for that, let me just say: "You're very welcome!" I thought she was fantastic, better even than I had expected she might be, and by most accounts her coming on the show was a huge success. Except for some, who apparently had more eternal concerns weighing on their minds, precluding enjoying it so much. Like Jose, who while conceding that Betty White is legend "in this day and age of rebels and rockers" (I really don't know what that means, but it seems to be a good thing), is more concerned about her afterlife appearance instead, presumably being so old as she is. A legend, sure ... "However, I think Betty really needs to start taking her relationship with God serious. Betty can't please this new generation, she has nothing to prove to them. Her relationship with the Lord is what she needs to take serious." Well, all...

To tell you the truth, I'd probably hire this hottie Lucien to "lift my luggage", too, or whatever else, as a matter of fact, so it's doubtless inappropriate for me to knock some other guy as being so very wrong for actually doing just that. Hypocritical of me, I know, and hypocrisy is never a good look. Except that the "some other guy" happens to be anti-gay activist and fundie Baptist preacher George Rekers , who hired this particular 20-year-old (well, not to fret semantics, but more exactly rented than hired , to wit ...) from the gay escort site Rentboy.com . Where one can apparently troll for such nice, slender blonde male hookers porters as Lucien. See, George needed someone to accompany him on his ten days traveling throughout Europe, he says, to help with lifting his luggage , is all. "I had surgery, and I can't lift luggage. That's why I hired him." Well, I suppose that's one way to put it, and where better to find someone...

This is a picture of an old lady and her grandson. They are in love. This is the first time in years Granny has felt sexually alive, and he has always been attracted to older women. So they are having a baby together. The pair of them paid for a surrogate with a viable egg for him to spunk. Awesome. Via this...

The other day I left this comment, mostly pointless to the original blogger's post , you know how things digress sometimes: "I once worked with a blind lady, she had no eyes, and one morning she came into the break room and said, 'I can't even see straight until I have my cup of coffee.' She also had a TV in her office, go figure." I forgot to mention in commenting, that she also wore eyeglasses... Got me thinking, though, about my time working there at Unity Village (especially how I should never have left for so many reasons, but I will spare you all that), and Kimberly Morrow in particular, the blind one in for the cup o' joe. Specifically, a certain article she wrote back then for one of the magazines I worked on at the time, Daily Word . Here's part of Kimberly's article, although it's a puzzler to me why I hesitate swiping it, since I seldom have qualms pilfering others' stuff (excepting that one time from Martha Stewart, but she...

Well, that bill passed, the one from Georgia "so as to prohibit requiring a person to be implanted with a microchip," Senate Bill 235 . At least it made its way through the House Judiciary Committee, anyway, next stop the House Rules Committee that decides whether it moves on to the full House vote and (fingers crossed) final passage. I'd think it probably should, taking into account the compelling testimony brought up at this last hearing, from some fat lady about why non-consensual chipping should be made against the law. There she described in detail her own personal experience, with being implanted against her druthers: "I'm also one of the people in Georgia who has a microchip," she began. ("Also one?" There's more of them there?) She went on about the specific disadvantages, how it violates one's "right to work without being tortured by co-workers who are activating these microchips by using their cell phones and other electro...

Stupidity, thy name is Edward Hudgins : "Most individuals who celebrate Earth Day by cleaning up trash beside the road no doubt mean well. But ... the premises behind the eco-extremists are anti-human and, if acted on consistently, would lead to worse carnage than that wrought by communists . On Earth Day we should reflect not on the planet but on the inhabitants who can make it of value." I should have something to end this here, but all I can think to say is, "Huh?"

So what, I'm not very mature for my age. I don't care, I'm easily amused because of it, and I enjoy being amused. Like this picture of a crucifix which was hoisted a couple of months ago above the main altar at the St. Charles Borromeo Catholic church in Oklahoma: I can come up with lots of hilariously inappropriate captions here, some that even I am embarrassed to admit thinking up, despite my unabashed crudity. I would share but probably everyone else is too sophisticated to see the humor. Plus, I really don't want to go to Hell. I'm guessing that there are an awful lot of Okie parishioners down there at the church where this is hung for real, who I reckon wouldn't appreciate my sense of humor about it, either. They are, in general, hugely offended by it instead, because they see nothing funny whatsoever about displaying Jesus' ginormous penis in church, not in the least bit! Seems as though this has caused quite a "deep divide" among members o...

Arguments for why the Bible is the inspired Word of God and the Qu'ran, well, not so much. Michael Gleghorn is a research guy with Probe Ministries, so he knows how to research and probe stuff, to figure out such things. And here's what he came up with , reasons why he thinks one can suppose that the Bible is indeed the divinely inspired Word of God: "First, the Bible claims to be an inspired text: 'All Scripture is inspired by God' (2 Tim. 3:16). This does not prove that it really is inspired. However, if the Bible nowhere claimed to be inspired, then we would hardly have good reason to believe that it was. Thus, what the text claims for itself is important. So you see? The Bible is most likely the inspired Word of God because it says so itself, right there in its own pages, and also nowhere does it mention that it is not , which is just as important, as the Probe dude points out. Furthermore, answering to the question why the Qu'ran can not also be a divinely...

Well, I suppose you could call it a resurrection of sorts, or at least a make-believe one. Martha Stewart got a dead rabbit for Easter, stuffed into what she says was the most beautiful Easter basket ever. "Stuffed" being the key word, a taxidermic bunny. You can click here for a look-see on Martha's blog. I'd copy it, but frankly the bitch scares me and I'm afraid to pilfer her stuff. Also, that rabbit is just plain creepy. She also got an iPad, which made reading the comments there entertaining; her blogger buddies should learn specificity, which exactly of the uncalled-for two they were commenting about. At least for me it was amusing, but then again I'm admittedly depraved. "My husband really wants one of these just to try out & see what it's like ... Enjoy it and let us know how it is!" Heh. Oh well, I thought it was funny anyway. Of course, Jesus wasn't just pretend resurrected, He raised up from the dead for real; no Evolution ...

Church 4 Times this Easter Sunday, All 4 U. Sometimes I wonder if maybe Jesus wishes He had just stayed dead; this has to be completely embarrassing.

I don't know exactly how much national attention has been given this, other than maybe a blurb here or there, but it's getting quite a bit of buzz around here in the Kansas City area, a campaign ad airing on local radio station 980 KMBZ . It's from one particular, xenophobic assclown Glenn Miller, who registered as a write-in candidate to replace retiring state senator Kit Bond. Miller also once ran the White Patriot Party , fun fact there. And so here ya have it: [ audio here in separate window] "Hey, white man. 100 million more dark aliens are coming to America. Google 'the next hundred million' for proof. In 1960 white people were 90% of the population. Today, truth be told, we're less than half. Another 100 million foreign mongrels are on the way. But you don't care, do ya, whitey? "All you care about is satisfying your belly, pocketbook and genitals, or watching the coons play ball on television. The future white children will be a nightmare ...

I don't know what's up with me the last couple of days, but I have gotten really indifferent about political goings-on and headline news in general. Instead I've been just perfectly laid back about most everything that normally would get me riled up, and I must say I am rather enjoying the reprieve. It's not that I'm unaware of the news, I check out those tabs across my homepage, but just a glance enough to know whatever and then... meh. I'll lose all of this mellow before too much longer, I know, but for now I am mostly blah about piddly affairs, other than what truly matters going on just around me; the sort of thing that usually annoys the hell out of me when others are that way, not giving a hoot. It's not exactly true saying that I don't give a hoot, though, it's just a different one in tone, considering that my discernment of what goes on "just around me" is existentially everything , really. I think it's the weather, along with w...

This, with an overly-emphasized virtual h/t to my friend Rainlillie for the bestest find ever. Like the guy says, "Stepping outside the norm is the greatest liberation that most people can find." You go, Sir John Whitmore! Nic Askew go, too.

The other day on Facebook, a friend of mine brought up an interesting issue that I hadn't really considered before. He got a mite peeved in one post, about gay-friendly businesses advertising themselves as such, which, so far as I had always imagined, was a nifty thing to do. I'm pretty sure that I would probably opt for one place over another, online or in real life, that would proudly assert welcoming my kind's patronage. Not necessarily that the other company wouldn't likely be just as glad pocketing some coin, gay or no, it's just that the extra measure saying so seems like an indeed cordial thing to do. John brought up the point, though, by asking how appropriate would it be showing off about being Muslim-friendly, for example, or black-friendly, Jew-friendly, Latino-friendly, et al.? Any discriminated-against group of folks should be delighted at being singled out and courted by such accepting establishments, no? Put that way, I see his point; it doesn't ...