My dog: the paradox - The Oatmeal
Its funny because its true.
That's what we call her, and she's home.
It's too bad car insurance doesn't work like health insurance. We're about $1,600 in to it, half of which we have to come up with in a month. That should prove interesting.
Not to mention that after four years of sitting in the driveway, the tires are dry rotted as well, and she can sound like an old sailing vessel. I suppose that's to be expected.
Based on a promise of a loan, we had her towed to the mechanic, only to find at the end of it it all, oops, that money no longer exists.
We had the brother of a good friend of ours working on it, and he cut us some really good deals. I can't imagine how much it would have been otherwise.
No one particular thing was wrong but a myriad of little things.
We took her home last Thursday, with the instruction that we'd need to drive her for a week so the computer could cycle through all its tests. So far we're good as no check engine light had come on yet.
Now we just need to figure it how we're going to pay for emissions and tags as well.
For now though, I haven't driven the 64' Ford in the last week which has really cut back on gas costs.
It'll be nice to be able to return the Ford that or friend Don and his wife, as they've been so generous to let us borrow for quite a long time now, since I totaled the Honda in a wreck last year.
Not only has it cost them quite a bit, since they've also been picking up the insurance, but its been a stress to drive someone else's car, all the while waiting for some big problem to occur and really screw me.
The Ford's been a champ though, and it's been the impetus to meet quite a few people I wouldn't have otherwise had occasion to talk to. The down side it's that misty of those people think I should know all about trucks. I get it, but I don't know squat.
Thanks Don and Debbie.
You're truly faithful servants.
You've been a blessing more than you can imagine.
Hope to have truck back to you soon.
d(-_-)b
What are the moral and spiritual issues in the 2012 election? - Wayne Grudem - Wayne Grudem
Wow, that's all I can say here. I can't tell if I'm severely unenlightened or just evil....either way I'm in dumb struck with disbelief.
Sincerely I thought Mr. Grudem was above and beyond rubbish like this.
The implication here is that Democrats are evil, and Republicans are good which is then supported with untrue statements about what either believes.
That it's ok to vote for a candidate you don't believe in because you're really voting for the party anyway.
That freedom of religion does not include freedom from religion...
Wanes Word?
...be excrement to each other.
Tell me, am I wrong?
WARNING: For those who are offended by inappropriate language, no worries here. However there are a lot A LOT of swear words you might not like, I just don't think that they're inappropriate.
Video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kshqj1rIyEo&sns=em
From Wikipedia:
"America Kicks A**" is a song by avant-garde band King Missile. It was the only single from the band's 2004 album Royal Lunch.
In "America Kicks A**," frontman John S. Hall, backed by an ominous string section and sporadic bursts of white noise, assumes the persona of an enraged American aggressively in favor of American jingoism and militarism.
Hall screams the lyrics, including such sentiments as:
“ America totally kicks a**.
Strongest nation on Earth.
Nobody can kick our a**
And we're not really criminals,
because there's no international law.
No international law,
because there's no international courts. And there are no international courts because we refuse to recognize any court that might ever try to stop us from doing whatever the **** we want....
We don't have to justify ourselves.
We don't have to tell the rest of the world s***.
We do whatever the **** we want for one reason, and one reason only:
because we can.
The lyrics satirize this jingoistic mindset.
Here are the complete lyrics, although you have to hear the sing to get the real intonation and sentiment.
(spoken)
America totally kicks a**.
Strongest nation on Earth.
Nobody can kick our a**.
Nobody can intimidate us, because we don't give a f***.
We are motherf***ing hard like a gangsta with a nine by our side.
Except there's no five-O gonna roll up and beat our a** down.
And we're not really criminals, because there's no international law.
No international law, because there's no international courts.
And there are no international courts because we refuse to recognize any court that might ever try to stop us from doing whatever the f*** we want.
No trials, no courts, no laws for America. So we can do whatever the f*** we want. And we're not even criminals.
Doesn't that f***ing kick a**?
What an excellent country!
And we've gotten rid of the hypocrisy too. We used to make bulls*** excuses for whatever it is we wanted to do.
We would tell the world it was 'cause of human rights, or because the country was a dictatorship, or attacked first – we don't do that anymore.
We don't make bulls*** excuses, because we understand now.
We don't have to justify ourselves.
We don't have to tell the rest of the world shit.
We do whatever the f*** we want for one reason, and one reason only: because we can.
And all those other countries, they can suck our d***.
They can bend over and take it up the a**, because the rest of the world is America's b****.
Half the world works for pennies a day to make us fat and rich.
The deal is, maybe they get to eat, and we get cheap clothes, cheap oil, whatever we want, and if they don't like it they can suck on it, because the rest of the world is America's b****.
Because we are the lone superpower.
And all the other little countries and continents are mere mortals at best.
They are like the homeless: we just step over them on the way to steppin' on somebody else.
They aren't worth the time it takes to piss in their mouth.
We don't care.
We're America.
We kick a**!
What are they gonna do?
Arrest us?
Ostracize us?
Gang up on us?
Let them f***in' try; we are America and we will f*** them up!
If they ever f*** with us, we will just shake it off and use it as an excuse to f*** them up some more.
And the more they try to hurt us, the more medieval on their a**es we will get.
Because we can.
Because America is all-powerful.
America kicks a**.
And America doesn't have to answer to anybody.
Unless, and until, God or the space aliens come to kick our a**.
It seems to me that for even the most well intentioned people, sometimes, somewhere along the way we can get lost.
It's easy to do because as with most sins it occur over time rather than immediately, and it's full effects aren't realized until well after we're deep in them. So too our focus and passion can slowly and easily shift.
If we are honest with ourselves however, I think we would all have to admit, at times, it becomes easy to confuse the righteousness that comes from the effort of being on God's side with the self righteousness that comes with believing that God is on ours.
We become very certain, and self assured in our views that our direction then becomes turned 180 degrees as we become preoccupied from making sure that we're actually right to making sure that others know that we're are irrefutably right.
That's when things get really ugly, as our true selves, as we are apart from the grace of God is revealed. Usually to others first and then to us.
We must, when confronted with these things, either repent and apologize, or continue moving ever further away from God in our certain stances.
At that point we create God in our image, rather we who are created in his.
I was just thinking about how nice it was when the Twilight movies were popular that none of the fans pretended to be elitist by saying things like,"Oh, the books are so much better." and things like that.
Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFz8EYLH2Ts&sns=em
Lyrics:
Narrator: "Larry will be performing the traditional Argentinian ballad,
'The Dance of the Cucumber,' in it's original Spanish. Bob the Tomato
will translate."
Larry: "Miren al pepino"
Bob: "Watch the cucumber"
Larry: "miren como se mueve"
Bob: "see how he moves"
Larry: "como un leon"
Bob: "like a lion"
Larry: "tras un raton."
Bob: "chasing a mouse."
Larry: "Miren al pepino"
Bob: "Watch the cucumber"
Larry: "sus suaves movimientos"
Bob: "Oh, how smooth his motion"
Larry: "tal como mantequilla"
Bob: "like butter"
Larry: "en un chango pelon."
Bob: "on a ... bald monkey."
Larry: "Miren al pepino"
Bob: "Look at the cucumber"
Larry: "los vegetales"
Bob: "all the vegetables"
Larry: "envidian a su amigo"
Bob: "envy their friend"
Larry: "como el quieren bialar"
Bob: "wishing to dance as he"
Larry: "Pepino bailarin, pepino bailarin, pepino bailarin"
Bob: "Dancing cucumber, dancing cucumber, dancing cucumber"
Larry: "Baila, baila, ya!"
Bob: "Dance, dance, yeah!"
Larry: "Miren al tomate"
Bob: "Look at the tomato"
Larry: "no es triste?"
Bob: "Isn't it sad?"
Larry: "El no puede bailar."
Bob: "He can't dance."
Larry: "!Pobre tomate!"
Bob: "Poor tomato!"
Larry: "El deberia poder bailar"
Bob: "He wishes he could dance"
Larry: "Como el pepino"
Bob: "like the cucumber"
Larry: "libre y suavemente."
Bob: "free and smooth."
Larry: "Pero el no puede danzar."
Bob: "But he can't ... Okay! Stop the music! What do ya mean I can't
dance? I can dance! What about Uncle Louie's polka party? Didn't you see
me dancing at Uncle Louie's polka party?"
Larry: "No comprendo."
Bob: "No comprendo? I'll show you 'No comprendo'!"
Jr.: "Mom! Dad! Look over here! Get a picture of me next to the cucumber
in authentic Argentinian garb!"
Dad: "Okay, Junior. But we'd better hurry--I think the dwarves have your
mother confused with someone else! Say 'Peas!'"
All: "Peas!"
Larry: "Escuchen el pepino"
Bob: "Listen to the cucumber"
Larry: "oigan su voz fuerte"
Bob: "hear his strong voice"
Larry: "como un leon"
Bob: "like a lion"
Larry: "listo a devorar."
Bob: "about to eat."
Larry: "Escuchen al pepino"
Bob: "Listen to the cucubmer"
Larry: "que dulce as su canto"
Bob: "oh how sweet his voice"
Larry: "la voz de su garganta perece un triar."
Bob: "the breath from his throat is like a chorus of little birdies."
Larry: "Escuchen al pepino"
Bob: "Listen to the cucumber"
Larry: "los vegetales"
Bob: "all the vegetables"
Larry: "envidian a su amigo"
Bob: "envy their friend"
Larry: "como el quieren cantar."
Bob: "wishing to sing as he."
Larry: "Pepino cantador, pepino cantador, pepino cantador"
Bob: "Singing cucumber, singing cucumber, singing cucumber"
Larry: "canta, canta, ya!"
Bob: "sing, sing, yeah!"
Larry: "Escuchen al tomate"
Bob: "Listen to the tomato"
Larry: "?No es triste?"
Bob: "Isn't it sad?"
Larry: "El no puede cantar."
Bob: "He can't sing."
Larry: "Pobre tomate."
Bob: "Poor tomato."
Larry: "El deberia poder cantar"
Bob: "He wishes he could sing"
Larry: "fuerte y ducle como el pepino"
Bob: "strong and sweet like the cucumber"
Larry: "Pero no puede ..."
Bob: "But he can't ..."
Larry: "!Ni siquiera da un silbido!"
Bob: "Can't even ... whistle! All right! That's it Senor! Come over here and let me sing YOU a song!"
Larry: "Adios, amigos!"
Narrator: "This has been Silly Songs With Larry. Tune in next time to
hear Larry sing ..."
Larry: "Bob is really angry! I hope he doesn't catch me! It's so hard to
run with this sombrero on my head
I could only be disappointed that anyone would want be more like me when my daily struggle is simply to be less like me.
d(-_-)b
In this world, you're going to be offended, and you're going to offend. There's no dancing around that one, it's just what happens when you have someone who both thinks and feels, and we have a whole world of those.
Remove feeling from thinking, and you remove the heart.
Remove thinking from feeling, and you lose the head.
The body requires both to live.
As I have stated in the past, to truly Love requires everything of us regardless of how we feel. Love is often a conscious choice when it comes to our words and actions.
A man's wisdom gives him patience; it is to his glory to overlook an offense. (Prov. 19:11)
If our motive is based simply in our own self preservation and to remain intact, we generally only notice that we have been offended. We respond defensively, often times aggressively, kind of like a cornered animal. It's not really an attack, as much as a fear response. However, as a result we skip the real issue entirely.
If, however, our motive lies in fostering the growth of our relationships, we will overlook being offended, and start to consider more the nature of the offense, and what the actual issue being presented is. Having been patient, we are then more able to respond in love, with grace.
The former achieves relational dissolution, and the latter resolution.
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. (1 Corinthians 13:4-6)
So, when you offend, ask how.
But when you are offended, ask why.
d(-_-)b