Thursday, January 27, 2011

The Ongoing Lameness of CNN

While generally a serviceable outlet for news of the day, CNN has long cultivated and maintained its much deserved reputation for lame-o anchors and commentators. In recent years, Glenn Beck worked there for a stint before going over the edge and landing at Fox News. Tea swilling Lou Dobbs’ show was unwatchable before he retired it. Erick Erickson, with his inarticulate and unabashed reich wing stances, is a buffoon. Not so warm and fuzzy Rick Sanchez was fired after calling Jon Stewart a bigot and saying Jews run CNN and all media (an ironically bigoted statement). And after Parker and Spitzer debuted their new show last fall, and invited Andrew Breitbart to be their first guest, I thought CNN had finally extended itself to the furthest reaches of lame.

I was wrong. They continue to outdo themselves. They hired the Englishman Piers Morgan to replace Larry King. To use a word from his country’s popular slang, Morgan is a wanker. I was first introduced to him three years ago, when I caught a couple episodes of his appearance on Celebrity Apprentice, where he availed his tongue to Donald Trump for use as a nutsack polisher. It was a repulsive display of brown nose.

Then I lost all respect for Morgan when I heard a quote from him last year following the BP disaster. In defense of Tony Hayward, BP’s CEO, Morgan said that President Obama seemed to be on “an absolute witch hunt,” against the BP boss. “You know, accidents do happen,” Morgan told CNN’s Connect The World. “There are major issues in terms of safety here, in terms of environmental tragedy that’s going on where this spillage is occurring, but I think simply to demand the guy’s head on a plate when he’s trying to fix it is not sensible politics, and it’s slightly self-serving. And I, if I was Barack Obama, would cool the rhetoric.” That is a quote from this June 11, 2010 article--from CNN.com, of all places. (It was only eight days later, June 19th, that Hayward was seen feverishly working to cap the gusher at a yacht race in the Isle of Wight.)

"Accidents do happen." Wow. I found that British twit's nonchalance to be absolutely appalling.

This was his second week on the air, and Morgan interviewed Joel Osteen. Osteen is the renowned mega church pastor in Houston, famous for preaching the perverted prosperity gospel. During the first part of the interview, when Morgan asked for his opinion on homosexuality, Osteen said: “The scriptures shows that it’s a sin. But you know, I’m not one of those that are out there to bash homosexuals and tell them that they’re terrible people and all of that. I mean, there are other sins in the Bible too….”

Indeed there are other sins in the Bible, one of which is the love of money, and which Osteen also addressed. When Morgan asked him if he feels guilty about his wealth, Osteen replied: “I don’t ever feel guilty because it comes from—it’s God’s blessing on my life. And for me to apologize for God’s—how God has blessed you. It’s almost an insult to our God.”

An insult to God? Osteen sure knows the Lord’s mind.

Amazing, how that Bible is right there at Osteen’s side when he needs it to decry homosexuality, yet when they contradict his own sins, the scriptures conveniently disappear. There are so many that denounce the love of riches--and referring to them as blessings qualifies as love--it is a central theme of the Bible.

Christ’s response to the rich young ruler speaks to Osteen. Then Jesus beholding him loved him, and said unto him, One thing thou lackest; go thy way, sell whatsoever thou hast, and give to the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come, take up the cross, and follow me. And he was sad at that saying, and went away grieved; for he had great possessions. Mark 10:21-22. Osteen behaves exactly as the rich young ruler.

It is a remarkable thing, coincidence. After seeing that clip online last night, I decided to watch some of the Michael Moore film, Capitalism: A Love Story. There is a part where Moore interviews three catholic priests. He asks Father Dick Preston: “Is capitalism a sin?”

Father Preston answers: “Yes. Capitalism, for me, and for many of us, at this present moment, is an evil. It’s contrary to all that’s good, it’s contrary to the common good, it’s contrary to compassion, it’s contrary to all of the major religions. Capitalism is precisely what the holy books, our holy books in particular, remind us of what is unjust, and in some form and fashion, God will come down and eradicate somehow. Capitalism is wrong, and therefore has to be eliminated.”

He then asked Father Pete Dougherty, a catholic priest for forty five years, who said: “It is immoral, it is obscene, it is outrageous. It is real evil, it is radical evil. It’s radically evil.”

And then he asked Bishop Thomas Gumbleton, who said: “The system doesn’t seem to be providing for the well being of all the people, and that’s what makes it, almost in its very nature, something contrary to the Jesus who said: blessed are the poor, woe to the rich. That’s right out of Saint Luke’s gospel.”

As when you have a believer and an atheist together, one of them has to be wrong, they can’t both be right; so it is with Osteen, who says one thing, and the three priests, and the Bible, who say another.

And that is one of CNN’s go to guys for the Christian perspective.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

The Bloodiest Liberal

Last week this cover of Townhall Magazine began making the rounds.



This issue was released January 6, two days before the Tuscon Massacre, but took a few days to grow legs and spread. The image of Attorney General Eric Holder hovering above the dark and bloody field bears a striking resemblence to the Godfather. Hmm.

As of this writing, a week after the tragedy, a visit to townhall.com and the first thing that appears on your computer is a window offering you one of Sarah Palin's books as a subscription bonus. Impeccable timing with relation to the shooting, not failing to mention great respect for the victims.

For all intents and purposes, townhall.com is WTBN 'Christian' radio's sister website. WTBN promotes it heavily, and gives many of its commentators a voice on their airwaves. And every election cycle WTBN endorses the straight Republican ticket, including Palin in '08.

This is the devil that townhall.com, and Fox News, and Sarah Palin's crosshairs, and the volatile climate and the violent rhetoric of the arch conservative media inspired.



And these are that devil's own words: "If I define terrorist then a terrorist is a person who employs terror or terrorism, especially as a political weapon. I define terrorist. This, a terrorist is a person who employs terror or terrorism, especially as a political weapon. If you call me a terrorist then the argument to call me a terrorist is Ad hominem. You call me a terrorist. Thus, the argument to call me a terrorist is Ad hominem."

You can denounce the act, and shout at others, and pass blame and point fingers, but absolving yourselves is not absolution.

John 8:44. Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do. He was a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it.

I'm sure that God looking down, and Christ among us, and the Spirit everywhere are all very pleased with WTBN 'Christian' radio and townhall.com's respect for that which is holy.

The list of the 50 most dangerous liberals includes Barack and Michelle Obama, Al Gore, Oprah Winfrey and Jon Stewart--a crew intent on wrecking America if ever one were assembled.

The two criteria were that the person has to be living, and based in America. As all lists are subjective, they are subject to debate, but I really think townhall.com missed the mark and made a momentous omission of the bloodiest, deadliest, most compassionate liberal living in America today. Someone who has inspired the spilling of bulging, raging rivers of blood; and whose own liberal blood, liberally offered up, WTBN claims to be washed by constantly.

Jesus Christ.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

The Governor's Mansion

This past Monday, Martin Luther King Day, to honor the occasion, Alabama's newly sworn in Governor Robert Bentley gave a speech at a Baptist Church.

Included in his remarks were this statement: “I was elected as a Republican candidate…there may be some people here today who do not have living within them the Holy Spirit,” Bentley said. “But if you have been adopted in God’s family like I have, and like you have if you’re a Christian and if you’re saved, and the Holy Spirit lives within you just like it lives within me, then you know what that makes? It makes you and me brothers. And it makes you and me brother and sister.”

Bentley added: Now I will have to say that, if we don’t have the same daddy, we’re not brothers and sisters. So anybody here today who has not accepted Jesus Christ as their savior, I’m telling you, you’re not my brother and you’re not my sister, and I want to be your brother.”

Okay, Guv’ner. Are you sure you’re really a Christian? Because you would favor social programs, and would not call yourself a Republican, as their philosophy and agenda are in direct contradiction to Biblical truth.

In Matthew 13: 47-50, it is written: Then one said unto him, Behold, thy mother and thy brethren stand without, desiring to speak with thee. But he answered and said unto him that told him, Who is my mother? And who are my brethren? And he stretched forth his hand toward his disciples, and said, Behold my mother and my brethren! For whoever shall do the will of my Father which is in heaven, the same is my brother, and sister, and mother.

And what is the will of God in heaven, regarding your treatment of your brothers and sisters? Well, in Leviticus 25: 35, it is written: And if thy brother be waxen poor, and fallen in decay with thee; then thou shalt relieve him: yea, though he be a stranger, or a sojourner; that he may live with thee.

I hope that your new Governor’s home is a ‘mansion with many rooms,’ because there are a lot of poor people in Alabama.

Monday, January 17, 2011

A Christmas Carol for Election Day Chapter 1

Chapter 1

His first memory of life was a church spire seeming to pierce the clouds. He was a small boy in his mother’s arms, gazing at it over her shoulder while she chatted with some friends from their congregation. She then said goodbye, carried him off along the sidewalk, and the steeple shrunk from view.

They reached a nearby store; she set him down, took his hand and led him in. He stared up at the surroundings while she picked out a few items. She then brought him to the counter, and while she was occupied with the cashier girl, he took a piece of candy and tucked it under his shirt. The girl saw him do it, and when his mother tugged him outside, she followed.

“Mrs. Sleezer,” she said, then having her attention, spoke in her ear.

His mother looked down and said: “Richard, what is inside your shirt?”

He remained mute and still. She removed the candy from hiding, and lightly scolded: “”This does not belong to you, it belongs to the store until you pay for it with money, then it’s yours.”

“But I want it,” he answered.

She handed the candy back to the girl, saying: “I’m sorry, and thank you.”


The following Sunday morning in church, while everyone around him sang and preached and listened and prayed, Richard’s thoughts drifted to daydreams about candy. He wanted to be outside, and hoped they would go to the store again after the service. Then he noticed the alms plate coming down the pew, and when his mother dropped in then passed it over his lap to the man on Richard’s other side, and the man and his mother looked in each other’s eyes and smiled, he deftly snatched a nickel from the plate and clutched it tight. He even made certain to keep it in his right hand, as his mother always held him by the left.

She did indeed carry him to the store, set him down and take him inside again. When they were at the counter Richard deftly reached out, and in one motion left the nickel on the shelf and took a piece of candy and placed it in his shirt. He had picked an invisible moment, and went unnoticed. His mother carried him back to the church, strapped him into the backseat of her jalopy, and they headed home.

He couldn’t resist, and upon reaching their house his lips and hands were smeared with chocolate.

“Where did you get that?” she sternly asked.

“I bought it, mommy,” he answered.

“Where did you get a dollar to buy that?” she asked.

“I didn’t. I paid a nickel. I left it in the store. You said I had to pay for it, you didn’t say how much.”



Richard’s father was a drunken redneck hillbilly who hated negroes, and japs, and chinks and gooks and ruskies and wops and spics and pollacks—everyone who wasn’t a fellow drunken redneck hillbilly. His name was Evert Sleezer, and he lived just a couple miles away from his family, out in the woods, in the three room shack where he was born and raised and had lived his fifty years of life but for the decade he’d been married to Richard’s mother, Bethany. They divorced shortly after Richard’s birth, when Evert, in a whisky-laced haze, nonchalantly twirled a loaded gun while Richard sat on his lap. Bethany had the police take him away, and phoned a lawyer first thing the next morning.

Evert and Bethany produced three children. The twin sisters, Melinda and Belinda, were eight years older. After the divorce they spent a lot of time looking after their little brother, so that their mother could work long hours as a hospital nurse. While each a perfect likeness of the other, there was a clear dichotomy between the twins. Belinda was more drawn to and from their mother, while Melinda had more of their father. Belinda was more thoughtful, and soft; Melinda was rougher and more reactionary.

The children lived with Bethany, but when the time came to visit their father, Belinda hedged while Melinda had to prod her sister; and when it came time to return home to their mother Belinda was by the door while Melinda dawdled and stalled. They did have more freedoms and fun staying in the woods with their father, and spent many weekends there while Bethany looked after Richard.

Richard grew to be isolated and introverted. The vast majority of his time was spent in the company of the three females in his life, and on the rare occasions when he was alone with his father, he felt more awkward and confused rather than any feelings of bonding. Evert did take his son out hunting once when Richard was five. They never encountered anything to kill, but Evert did stop and teach the boy to fire the rifle. The recoil knocked Richard off his feet. He left the gun on the ground, picked himself up and dusted him off. The explosive sensation had been awesome, but he remained in awe the power. Evert reloaded the weapon and offered it to his boy; Richard declined.

Bethany was an avowed bibliophile, and began teaching her son to read from the earliest age he could comprehend. When he could still barely talk she would prop him up on her lap open a book on his and read. She surrounded him with an expansive library, they read together, sometimes for hours. It came to him like second nature—like swimming to a fish, or flying to a bird—and when Bethany began teaching his Sunday School class, he was reading to his classmates from the Bible before most of them had even learned the alphabet. While not anti social, neither was Richard seek out friends. He was always perfectly content to avoid human contact by disappearing into another book.

When he was ten there came a momentous event in his life. Seized by a growing urge to emerge from his shell, he decided it was time to come out before the peers he was with for the large part of most days. He came home from school one afternoon and announced to his mother that he was running for president of his fifth grade class.

She was both surprised and pleased, but also a little wary, for if he had even one friend in school, she was unaware. But she encouraged him. He, on the other hand, had a plan. One Saturday afternoon, when he knew that Belinda and Melinda were off with their father at a fair, he rode his bike out to his father’s house and stealthily made his way through the trees. A couple years earlier he had seen his father bury a strong box containing cash, and memorized its location. He quickly dug it up from the earth—it contained about two thousand dollars. He took a twenty then buried it again and smoothed the ground over with twigs and leaves.

From there he went to a store and had the bill broken into twenty singles. His class was comprised of seventeen children. The election was the coming Tuesday, and his opponent was the very popular Martin Cawler, who was friends with just about everyone in the class, excepting Richard. On Monday after school, Richard surreptitiously slipped one dollar bills to thirteen of his classmates—every one but Martin and his three best friends—with a polite request for their vote the next day.

The following morning Martin confronted him first thing, saying: “So, you think you can buy an election? The only vote you’ll get is your own, and I’ll bet even you’re considering voting for me.”

“I’ll probably get a few votes,” Richard replied.

When they were tallied, Martin squeaked out a nine to eight victory. Richard never forgot how close he’d come to winning, and how he had reached that brink. He overcame his fear of human interaction, and confidently resolved to win any future elections he might enter.

His junior high school career was uneventful, although during those years he began committing an act of thievery that he repeated frequently throughout his life. Whenever he was in a store, and felt an impulse, or found a convenient moment, he would steal his desire and leave a nickel in its place. Anything from toys and food, to books and clothes was fair game—and had he paid a nickel apiece for many of his possessions. This led to a fondness for the actual coin, and he saved them, and always kept a few jingling in his pocket.

At the end of the summer before entering high school, several sudden changes turned his life topsy turvy. His sisters were married in a double wedding. It was a delightful outdoor ceremony in which Belinda wed Stan, an aspiring pastor, and Melinda wed Warren, a soldier. Within a week both girls were gone with their husbands, to a military base in Florida and a mission in the Philippines. A few days after that, Bethany passed away suddenly. Richard found her in her bed; she was gone, and he was alone.

Evert came to the memorial, and they spoke, but it was clear that neither wanted to live with the other, nor would. They agreed that Richard would stay in the house for the time being, and that Evert would avail his presence whenever needed. They put on a show that placated authorities and school officials, and afterward only saw each other occasionally. Then Richard asked and was granted emancipated minor status, and it became irrelevant.

Rather than become despondent, Richard was driven. He focused entirely on his studies, with the goal of graduating in three years, or sooner. He wanted to be away from that place as quickly as possible, so he stacked the school books on a desk and methodically digested them.

In the autumn of his junior year, Richard decided to run again for class president, which pitted him against Martin Cawler, in a rematch of the fifth grade race six years earlier. Richard had thought about it for all that time, and concluded that the large problem was that he simply hadn’t spent enough money.

Knowing that his father would be gone for the day one Sunday, Richard rode his bike out to the woods. He fetched a small shovel from the cellar and dug up the strong box. It was empty. His pounding heart sank. He left box open there on the ground and went into the house. He looked about and pondered, then recalled the luger. It was a World War two handgun that had been stolen from a German and used to kill him and six others. It was very valuable, and his father treasured it. He took it straight to a guy he knew who traded in pawn, and who gave him five hundred dollars for it.

The following morning on his way to school he stopped by the bank and had the cash changed into one hundred five dollar bills, which he went to school and handed out. That night he started sorting through his things, and packing them neatly. The next day he easily defeated Martin by fifteen points. That night he battened down the house and carefully organized a backpack. The next morning he slung it on his back, stopped by the school to submit his presidential resignation, and the papers to prove he’d completed the requirements for his degree. Everything was in order, and after promising to soon provide an address where they could mail his diploma, he left. Two days later he turned seventeen.

A Christmas Carol for Election Day Chapter 2

Richard intended to explore the neighboring states of Connecticut, New Jersey and Pennsylvania. The plan was to move about by whatever manner any given moment presented, and to seek out random encounters with strangers, in the hope of finding tour guides and new friends, and hopefully, guest beds, couches and floors.

But that was not at all how things turned out. Instead he met only people who wanted his money and his possessions, and whatever he could do for them. He slept many nights hungry and in the open, he was rained upon, he was chased by dogs, and bit by dogs, and bugs, taunted by teenagers, yelled at and spat upon, and when he was attacked and robbed and had a knife within an inch of slashing his throat, he decided to call the venture failed. He turned toward home and walked almost one hundred miles over three days until he was there.

After a few days of mulling his future, he settled on several decisions. He missed academia, and yearned to return, so he went to the bank, took out a loan on the house that was his inheritance, and enrolled in some classes at the local community college. He took several classes that satisfied all college requirements, and one elective, Cognitive Thinking, to satisfy a personal interest in the subject.

He had been enrolled and studying for about two months when one afternoon he was walking across campus when he came upon a guy with a megaphone address a small group of people. Richard stopped to listen and quickly caught the gist.

“This is not a game of world conquest, this is a very real threat, and you should be afraid, deathly afraid, of what might come to pass. For what made America great could become the Achilles’ Heel that brings about her downfall; the very open armed generosity she extended to the rest of the world will be her undoing. For she is a hodgepodge mix of all the nations of the earth. And when the immigrants were pouring through her ports, as many as ten thousand a day, to seed the land, so to speak, they came from every corner of the globe--Europe, Asia and Africa, Central and South America. They also came, good and evil. And the evil brought with them Lucifer’s system of government, the communist red menace.

Communism succeeded for a time under Stalin, Hitler and Mussolini, but those dictators were all defeated by allied forces led by the USA. Since America would be the most glorious jewel in Lucifer’s crown. Since he could not take it by force with a frontal assault, he retreated and devised to conquer us from within. Their invasion has been gradual, but they seeds they scattered over the years have now taken root, insidious tendrils spreading like venomous vipers through the fabric of our society. They’ve been biding their time, but that time is drawing dangerously near.”

Richard was listening intently. He had browsed some of the anti-communist literature that someone had lately been distributing around campus, and was profoundly intrigued. He spent endless hours reading history and political philosophy—so much so that he was using it as material to fulfill the curriculum of his Cognitive Thinking class. He was riveted by the man’s speech, who was one of his peers; and when he caught a long pause, he asked the man if he might have the microphone. It was handed to him, Adrenalized emotion surged in his gut, and he passionately said: “He is right. They are here among us and have been for decades, and now do they intend to rise up, and band together against us. Where you have sowed, they intend to reap, the houses you built they intend to occupy, and when your daughters grow up they will take them to wife. You will deposit the money in the bank and they will withdraw and spend it. And the wine you press? Not only will they drink it, you will serve it to them. They will enslave you, and you will pave the roads they travel. What you think is freedom will be slavery, slavery to the government, who will be your god. The question is: are you going to fall in line like lemmings, or resist and be yourselves? Stand your ground and demand your liberty? Or will you be led into a shower to be scrubbed and brainwashed and handed a uniform, a government issued uniform. A striped government issue uniform--not the red and white stripes of liberty, not the thin pintstripes of success--but the harsh black stripes of prisoners. If you are not pulling the strings you are the puppets, and if you are sitting here and can hear my voice, I assure you, you are not pulling the strings. You are dangling pawns who will soon be laying your backs at the feet of communist, Marxist, socialist, fascist overlords!”

That hour’s classes were readying to begin, and most of the small crowd of students who were listening began to trickle away. The young man took the mike back from Richard and introduced himself. “You speak well, brother. My name is Terrence Gill.”

“Richard Sleitzer,” he answered, returning the handshake. “Have you been leaving the literature around campus?”

“That was me. Have you been reading it?” he asked. “It sounds like you have.”

“Indeed, it’s very intriguing,” Richard remarked.

“We’re having a meeting this Saturday night,” Paddy said. “Though it’s really more an excuse to invite some girls over and drink beer. You’re more than welcome. The address is one hundred Blake Street. It’s two blocks that way, the red house on the corner, you can’t miss it. Any time after ten.”

Another student approached the two and said: “You both speak with great conviction, but I think you should know something. People started spreading those false fears a hundred years before you were born. If such a system were going to take hold here, it’s time was long ago, and that time has passed. You also exaggerate some things, and say others that simply aren’t true. Socialism as you hear it advocated nowadays is a political philosophy collective control of the things we necessarily share, such as infrastructure and natural resources, as well as providing equal dignity for our fellow man with regard to education, housing, health care and general welfare. Communism is a philosophy which abolishes class structure by a central government which controls all aspects of life—stores, schools, hospitals, banks and businesses. From the womb to the tomb, so to speak. Karl Marx wrote The Communist Manifesto, so to say ‘communist Marxist’ is redundant. Fascism derives from the Latin word ‘fasces,’ which describes a bundle of wood with a protruding axe head. In political philosophy it is a totalitarian regime that mercilessly oppresses the masses economically, with the vast majority of the citizenry ruled over by a small elite who wield the power of their wealth. They are three very different philosophies, and shouldn’t be lumped together as you just did, and as so many others do also. It makes sloppy rhetoric, flawed forensics, and is intellectually weak.”

“I will keep that in mind, and it was nice to meet you too,” Terrence sarcastically responded. “I have to get to my Political Theory class. It was great to meet you, Richard. Don’t forget the invite for Saturday night.”

“If you’d paid attention to your professor, you’d know these things already,” the stranger remarked. Then he too turned and headed away, adding: “You propaganda drinking nimwits drive me crazy. You slurp it up. I’m in awe of propaganda. In expert hands it is used to convince people to see as good and support the very system that victimizes and destroys them . You don’t want to know the truth, you just listen for what you like, however phony or downright false.”

Richard pondered the wisdom in those words for a few moments, and had turned to go to Cognitive Thinking class when another young man approached him. “That was some dynamic oratory. Wow. I was really impressed.”

“Well thank you. My name is Richard Sleitzer,” he said, offering his hand.

“Paddy O’Maddy,” he answered. “We’re in the same Cognitive Thinking class.”
Richard scrutinized his face, and replied: “I don’t recognize you.”

“That’s because I haven’t been in class for almost two months.”

“That’s half the semester,” Richard remarked.

“I know, and I have to talk to Professor Melonwhite, to see if I can salvage a grade,” Paddy explained. “Speaking of which, we should be going, I’ve already gotten myself in deep enough, I don’t want to compound it by being late on my first day back.”

They walked there together, and were in fact five minutes late. They slipped in the back of the room and quietly seated themselves at the rear. The course was team taught by two women who lectured on alternating days. Professor Melonwhite was a middle-aged woman whose primary discipline was philosophy. She started every class with a five minute introduction, whether she was lecturing or not. Professor Adamly was an elder woman who’d been in the history department for twenty five years. She took attendance during Professor Melonwhite’s introductions, and was seen to fall into naps several times during her lectures.

After class Paddy said to Richard: “Can I buy you a cup of coffee at the campus union? I’d like to hear more of your thoughts on politics.”

“Sure, why not?” Richard answered.

“Great,” Paddy said. “First let me go explain my long absence to Professor Melonwhite. “ They approached the woman and Paddy very apologetically explained that he’d been attending to an illness in his family. She was understanding, and said they could arrange for him to do enough work to get credit. Then she turned to Richard and said: “And what about you?”

“What about me?” he replied incredulously.

“Where have you been for the past two months?” she asked.

“I’ve been right here,” he answered. “I haven’t missed a class.”

“That’s not what the attendance book says,” Professor Melonwhite declared. She retrieved it from the desk where Professor Adamly sat, and showed Richard where he had been marked absent for eight weeks. He produced from his book bag a paper she’d graded and returned the previous week. “I had to be in class to get it back.”

“That explains one,” she said.

“Well I had to be here to turn it in!” he said in exasperation.

“That explains two, what about the rest?” she demanded.

“Do I have to have a special occasion every day to prove I’ve been here? Professor Adamly has obviously been overlooking me when taking attendance, which is no surprise, as she sleeps through the classes she’s not teaching.”

Stung by the insult, Professor Melonwhite lost her cool. “If you can’t prove you were in those other fourteen classes, I’ll have no choice but to fail you.”

“I’ll just re-enroll in your class next semester,” Richard retorted, “after speaking with the department head first, of course. With you two asleep at the wheel, this course is careening out of control. It just sideswiped Professor Evans economics class, clipped the chemistry lab, which it crippled, and flipped into a barrel roll and is bearing down on your beloved history department like a hundred mile an hour tumbleweed! It’s about to scatter your colleagues and decimate their offices with the force of a mighty ten pin strike! ”

“Very well, Mr. Sleitzer, I am a reasonable woman,” she calmly stated. “I have a better solution. You’ve demonstrated a great understanding of cognitive thinking, and let’s just count that little outburst of yours as your final. If you never set foot in my classroom again I will promise you an A. Do and it reduces to a B, do it and open your mouth, you’ll get a C, and anything beyond that will result in you passing with the minimum grade that ensures I never have to see your face again. Deal?”

He smiled and silently turned his back. She disappeared into the crowded hallway.

Paddy gave Richard a slack jawed stare, then said: “That was awesome….”

Monday, January 10, 2011

How Republicans Are Fulfilling Biblical Prophesy

I recently came across this nonsense in The Christian Science Monitor, an article entitled: Would Global Warming Be So Bad? http://www.csmonitor.com/Business/Stefan-Karlsson-s-Blog/2010/1223/Would-global-warming-be-so-bad (For the curious, you can read a brief history of Christian Science by reading chapter eight of DRIFTING WITH JESUS, which I have posted here.)

Last month it was the Resisting The Green Dragon idiocy that I wrote about, and last week the sputum spouting liar Tucker Carlson at Fox ‘News’ seized on the recent blizzard as proof that climate change is a hoax and a lie. This was a day after he professed himself a Christian in the subject of a sentence, then pronounced that Michael Vick should have been executed for his dog-killing crimes with the predicate, should you be curious to Carlson’s credibility.

These ‘Christian’ attacks on the validity of climate change science are absurd, and truly not Christian at all. Condoning the destruction of the earth is disrespect of God, period. If you spent months planting, watering and tending a garden only to have your children chop it down, trample it into the ground and set it on fire, would you chasten or reward them? It’s not difficult to imagine. Notwithstanding, any true Christian familiar with the Scriptures knows and fears the starkly accurate prophecies regarding the destruction of the earth in the latter days. But since many Christians don’t actually read the Bible, I thought I’d give a brief rundown of a few as pertaining to climate change. At the end of each prophecy I’ve included a link to a video that demonstrates how these prophecies are coming to pass even now. The focus here is on the prophecies that appear in Revelation, so for the sake of logic I’m just going to take them in order.

The prophecies really begin in Revelation 6:2-8, which describes the famous four horseman of the Apocalypse—Conquest, War, Famine and Death. The latter three are pretty self-explanatory as pertaining to end times prophecy. As to Conquest, I have written a longer piece offering my interpretation of that, which you can read by following this link.

Next is Revelation 6:12. And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood.

Earthquake: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_s4UMLm8LMtarget="_blank" rel="nofollow"

Black sun: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7EN5wPOkOoA

Blood moon: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qc5Ck-N0CzE&feature=watch_response

Revelation 8:7 The first angel sounded, and there followed hail and fire mingled with blood, and they were cast upon the earth, and the third part of trees was burnt up, and all green grass was burnt up. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwfQTTbAtKA

Revelation 8:9 And the third part of the creatures which were in the sea, and had life, died. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Dh4hmVi7qg

Revelation 8:10 And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters; and the name of the star is called Wormwood: and the third part of the waters became wormwood; and many men died because of the waters, because they were made bitter.

BP oil spill: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brqz9q3xR3s

Hydraulic Fracturing aka Fracking: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZe1AeH0Qz8&feature=related

Revelation 9:7-10 And the shapes of the locusts were like unto horses prepared unto battle; and on their heads were as it were crowns like gold, and their faces were as the faces of men. And they had hair as the hair of women, and their teeth were as the teeth of lions. And they had breastplates, as it were breastplates of iron; and the sound of their wings was as the sound of chariots of many horses running to battle. And they had tails like unto scorpions, and there were stings in their tails; and their power was to hurt men five months. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tD6zab5GxTo&playnext=1&list=PLD92C14E0F3B7B53B&index=10

Revelation 16:8 And the fourth angel poured out his vial upon the sun; and power was given unto him to scorch men with fire. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-gELlf2xy4

Revelation 16:9 And men were scorched with great heat, and blasphemed the name of God, which hath power over these plagues; and they repented not. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OlKfpaSOuBM

Revelation 16:21 And there fell upon men a great hail out of heaven, every stone about the weight of a talent: and men blasphemed God because of the plague of the hail; for the plague thereof was exceeding great. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sks6D2l8erA

Revelation 18:3 For all nations have drunk of the wrath of her fornication, and the kings of the earth have committed fornication with her, and the merchants of the earth are waxed rich through the abundance of her delicacies. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QAfk_5WNxVY

Revelation 18:9 And the kings of the earth, who have committed fornication and lived deliciously with her, shall bewail her, and lament for her, when they shall see the smoke of her burning. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HQYrmlv5TsQ&feature=related

Now, some of these are acts of Nature, and God, but many are the works of the hands of men, and those are driven by one thing—money. Since the Bible teaches us that the love of money is the root of all evil. 1 Timothy 6:10; using syllogistic logic we can conclude that these are works of the Devil. The driving force behind money is big business (see the aforementioned ‘merchants of the earth’), wherefore big business seeks representation in and control of world governments. And that is where the Republican party comes in. Once a political ideology, the Republican party has morphed into the beholden servants of big business. They claim to be the party of family values, and fiscal responsibility, and Jesus Christ, but they are liars, and will say and do anything for votes.

The Republicans one item agenda this election was extending tax cuts for the wealthy. Beyond that their only concerns are opposition to universal health care, as it interferes with the interests of big business health care; and defanging and removing environmental regulations, which interfere with the big business of oil and energy; and ignoring the foreclosure crisis they created, in the interest of the big business of legally stealing homes; and opposition to Wall Street reform, because it interferes with the big business of the filching financial industry; and authorizing the unjustified invasions of two sovereign nations to benefit the big business of the war profiteers in the industrial military complex. And all this while preaching austerity for the middle and lower class as the way to address the massive national debt which the Republicans created, and just increased. That is shameless hypocrisy.

Many Republicans call themselves Christian, but just like the Devil, they are liars. Otherwise their concerns would be helping their less fortunate fellow Americans in the areas of housing, health care, job creation, education and feeding the millions who go hungry every day—just the general welfare of the people that the Bible calls their ‘brothers and sisters.’ And if they were truly Christian they wouldn’t fix themselves squarely at the wrong end of powerful scriptures.

In Luke 17:1 Jesus warned: It is impossible that offenses will come: but woe unto him, through whom they come!

I would say that destroying the earth, and bombing innocent civilians, and oppressing the poor qualify as offenses.

Furthermore, if they were truly Christian they would be deathly afraid of this scripture in Revelation 11:18. And the nations were angry, and thy wrath is come, and the time of the dead, that they should be judged, and that thou shouldest give reward unto thy servants the prophets, and to the saints, and them that fear thy name, small and great; and shouldest destroy them which destroy the earth.

The White Horseman of the Apocalypse

Four of the more mysterious figures in the Bible are the horsemen of the Apocalypse—Conquest, War, Famine and Death. I recently came across the white horseman, Conquest, yet again interpreted as the Antichrist, and decided to give it a long leisurely ponder.  As I was so doing I came across an act of David that settled my mind that the white horseman is in fact Jesus Christ, the son of David.

Among many notable 'Christians' who interpret the white horseman as THE Antichrist are Billy Graham and David Jeremiah. First of all, there is no specific mention anywhere in Scripture of a character 'The Antichrist.'  The word antichrist appears in the Bible five times and describes a spirit that infects a multitude of people, not a specific individual.

In recent years, Tim LaHaye and Jerry Jenkins, authors of the apocalyptic Left Behind series, offer the same interpretation.  I forced my way through the first 100 pages of the first novel in their series and found it unreadable. The writing was atrocious, and there was not a single scriptural reference. I also slogged through the three film crapfest to see what was the hullabaloo. It was rubbish. That’s only my opinion, but I'm very honest and if I thought it was good I’d be the first and loudest voice singing its praises.

In Left Behind a character offers such a speculation, and in their nonfiction book ARE WE LIVING IN THE END TIMES? LaHaye and Jenkins write: “The first seal introduces the initial member of the famous ‘four horsemen of the Apocalypse.’ The rider is said to have a bow but no arrows, indicating that although he is militarily strong, in the beginning he does his conquering by diplomacy. Since he wears a crown, we know he is successful in his efforts. And who is this rider on a white horse? There can be no doubt that it is the Antichrist, who through deceit and clever maneuvering will bring a false peace to the world. But that peace will not last.”

That is just plain sloppy prophetic interpretation; they twisted it to suit their story. Here is the verse, Revelation 6:2: And I saw, and behold, a white horse; and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer.

The scripture clearly states that the crown was given to him, not that he obtained it by force of a military victory; and that after receiving it where crowns are received, on the head, he went forth conquering.

Yet the white horseman as the Antichrist remains a common belief among many contemporary Christians. Go online and watch some end times/antichrist documentaries, and read in a few books, and you will see over and over the white horseman interpreted to be the Antichrist despite the fact that Jesus Christ later appears in Revelation, in heaven, upon a white horse: Revelation 19:11-12 And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war. His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on his head were many crowns.

Their flawed thinking goes that because the first horseman has a single crown and a bow, while Jesus Christ has many crowns upon his head, they are two different entities. But to this student of scripture it seems otherwise, that the white horseman is Jesus Christ. First of all, since white is used throughout the Bible to symbolize purity, holiness, righteousness and good, why would a prince of Satan be portrayed riding a white horse? And if God sent forth a horseman upon the earth to conquer, who would he conquer but the kings of the earth? And when you defeat a king what is the ultimate gesture of subjugation? you seize his crown.

And that is where that single act of David inspired my understanding.  After conquering Rabbah of the Ammonites, he took their king's crown from off his head, the weight whereof was a talent of gold with the precious stones: and it was set upon David's head. 2 Samuel 12:30

 And so it seems to me the explanation is that Christ was given one crown when coronated the king of kings and sent forth upon the earth, and after conquering all the kings of this world he appears in heaven bearing their crowns.

Further, in between the sending forth of the first horseman in Revelation 6 and the appearance of Christ on a white horse in heaven in Revelation 19 there is this scripture, which fits the interpretation of Christ on the white horse conquering: And the seventh angel sounded; and there were great voices in heaven, saying, The kingdoms of this world are become the kingdoms of our Lord, and of his Christ; and he shall reign for ever and ever.  Revelation 11:15.

But decide for yourself: you know what I think.




Tuesday, January 4, 2011

The Christian Car Thief

For the congregation of hypocrites shall be desolate, and fire shall consume the tabernacles of bribery. -- Job 15:34.

Over the weekend Congressman Darrell Issa--the incoming chairman of the House Oversight and Government Reform Committee, with the power of subpoena--appeared on the Sunday morning political shows and primed us for the coming two years of investigations into the Obama administration that he plans to oversee. On the Rush Limbaugh show last fall he called Obama “one of the most corrupt presidents in modern times.” This past Sunday he rephrased the statement to “the Obama administration.” Since this showboating buffoon seems determined to bask in the limelight for the duration of the 112th Congress, let us turn the spotlight onto his past.

It is common knowledge that Darrell Issa is the wealthiest member of Congress, with an estimated worth of roughly 250 million dollars. He amassed the bulk of his fortune through the sale of the Viper car alarm. How did he come to know so much about car alarms? The years he spent as a car thief were his apprenticeship, of course.

Here are some of the highlights of his criminal past, as widely reported online. Here follows a nutshell; you can read in greater detail here: Issa's Arrests.

“In 1971, a retired Army seargent claimed that Issa stole a Dodge sedan from an Army post near Pittsburg. The seargent said he recovered the car after confronting and threatening Issa. Issa denied the allegations and no charges were filed.

In 1972, Issa and his brother allegedly stole a red Maserati sports car from a dealership in Cleveland. They were indicted for auto theft, but the case was dropped.

That same year, Issa was convicted in Michigan for possession of an unregistered gun. He received three months probation and paid a $204 fine.

On December 28, 1979, Issa and his brother allegedly faked the theft of Issa’s Mercedes Benz sedan and sold it to a car dealer for $16,000, according to court records. He and his brother were charged with felony auto theft in San Jose in 1980. But in August 1980, a prosecutor dismissed the case for lack of evidence. The men were later charged with misdemeanors, but that case was not pursued, said retired police detective Richard Christiansen, lead investigator in the case.

Issa later accused his brother of stealing the car, and said that the experience with his brother was the reason he went into the car alarm business.

A day after a court order was issued, giving Issa control of automotive company A.C. Custom over an unpaid $60,000 debt, Issa allegedly carried a cardboard box containing a handgun into the office of A.C. Custom executive Jack Frantz, and told Frantz he was fired.

In response, Issa said, “Shots were never fired. …I don’t recall having a gun. I really don’t. I don’t think I ever pulled a gun on anyone in my life.’”

He doesn’t recall ever pulling a gun on anyone in his life? I never have, but I’m sure I would remember it vividly if I had. Unless he's done it so many times that one particular incident got lost in the blur.

So this is the man calling the Obama administration corrupt. What a despicable hypocrite. That, friends and neighbors, is the proverbial pot calling the kettle black. That, friends and neighbors, is one of the ‘righteous’ Republicans that WTBN ‘Christian’ radio rejoiced in getting elected this past November (although where WTBN sees righteous men and women, I often see devils). That, friends and neighbors, is the real Darrell Issa—Liar, Thief, Congressman.

You’ll be seeing much more of him in ’11 and ’12 as the Republicans seek to divert attention from the real issues by conducting frivolous investigations while they enact their Christian agenda of cutting social programs, outsourcing more jobs, wrecking social security, attempting to repeal health care for ALL GOD’S CHILDREN, and destroying public education while giving more money to Darrell Issa’s wealthy friends. He asked the oil corporations which regulations they would like him to weaken or remove altogether. That is pure evil.

I began with Job, so I’ll end with Job. On Darrell Issa’s Wikipedia page it states that he belongs to the Antiochian Orthodox Church. If Issa was truly a Christian he would model himself after the spotless Job: I put on my righteousness, and it clothed me: my judgment was as a robe and a diadem. I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame. I was a father to the poor…. Job 29:14-16.

But for Issa to call himself a Christian then pursue what he has planned means he’s a liar, not a true Christian, and more likely to fulfill Job 27:8. For what is the hope of the hypocrite, though he hath gained, when God taketh away his soul?