Life Is A Comedy For Those Who Think...

Thursday, June 30, 2005 at 11:47 AM

Thursday Armadillo Blogging....

Our pet armadillo is now safe thanks to the ever-so-smart lawmakers:

HB0821 Traffic Safety - Requires that every driver of a motor vehicle exercise due care to avoid collisions with any object in the road or legally placed beside a road; violation is Class C misdemeanor.

This fate won't befall my new armadillo. Although Luce was a good animal he liked to walk the streets. He makes a great lamp though.

Here is the rest of the list of pretty much useless new laws going into effect July 1, 2005.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005 at 4:44 PM

Truth, Justice, And Mao Tse Tung....

I am now a proud member of The Rocky Top Brigade, a collection of Tennessee's finest bloggers battling for Truth, Justice, and a good single-malt Scotch Whiskey for around $20. Membership has its priviledges, but I'm a beer drinker. Here's a sample of some of these fine bloggers.

I'm intersted to see if South Knox Bubba does the running commentary on Bush's speech tonight. If he does you can bet I'll be watching.

I know I'll be looking for such comments as: "See, in my line of work you got to keep repeating things over and over and over again for the truth to sink in, to kind of catapult the propaganda." —George W. Bush, Greece, N.Y., May 24, 2005

Yeah, we all know about the propoganda. I'm tired of bending over for it, or looking up at it as the case may be. All this catapulting is making my neck hurt. At least now Tennessee is starting to get the picture and turn itself over to blue state status. (Linked from Michael Silence's site)

You were right Buddy Don, it is like doing the dishes sometimes. The hardest part is just getting up off of the couch to do it. Thanks for the inspiration. I am thoroughly enjoying myself.

Monday, June 27, 2005 at 10:57 AM

Hey Now , Your Fire Retardant Flag Is Putting Off A Smoke Screen....

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In just a few days time the U.S. Supreme Court and The House of Representative have ruled local governments cannot post the ten commandments, local goverment can take your home for commercial growth, and the american flag will now be fire retardant via the constitution.

That sound you hear is Thomas Jefferson and other founding fathers
spinning in their graves.

Thanks for clarifying that I may now burn the deed to my home but not the flag that hangs from it's eaves. I guess my friends and I must scrap our plans to have our yearly Fourth of July "Old Glory" bonfire. Are we now to pray at the altar of Our Lady Betsy Ross?

My husband Tennessee Jed said it wonderfully over at The Wandering Hillbilly:

This song "Iko Iko" just hit me when I was reading the flag amendment. It goes like this:
My grandma and your grandma, were sittin by the fire,
My grandma told your grandma, I'm going to set your flag on fire,
chorus -
Takin bout hey now, hey now
Iko! Iko! an de'
Jackomo fe no nan e' , Jackomo fe nan e'
Look at my King all dressed in red
Iko! Iko! an de'
I bet you 5 dollars, he kill you dead!
Jackomo fe nan e'
Takin bout ..... hey now, hey now
Iko! Iko! an de'
Jackomo fe no an e' , Jackomo fe nan e'
My flagboy and your flagboy, sittin by the fire,
My flagboy told your flagboy, I'm going to set your flag on fire,
Takin bout ..... hey now, hey now
Iko! Iko! an de'
Jackomo fe no an e' , Jackomo fe nan e'
See that guy all dressed in green, Iko! Iko! an de'
He's not a man, he's a lovin machine!
Jackomo fe nan e'
Takin bout hey now, hey now
Iko! Iko! an de'
Jackomo fe no nane' , Jackomo fe nan e'
Takin bout hey now, hey now
Iko! Iko! an de'
Jackomo fe no ane' , Jackomo fe nan e'

I worked for a company about five years and our main product was flags and commercial flag poles "Vexus Intl.", which is derived from the study of flags and banners vexillology we were careful in retiring old glory when it was time. We would cut the star field from the stripes and contain them in separate containers and send them to the landfill. Most flags now are made of treated polyester, rayon and nylon, so burning them is a toxic hazard. Some of these flags were as large as 30' x 50' that cost as much as $4,000.00, so they were cleaned and repaired as many times as possible (which is improper, to the letter of flag care too). The amendment is just silly busy work for congress/house! If officials wanted to press the issue of flag burning they would have enough to charge anyone with incenerating a toxic substance, without an amendment.

Another smoke-screen from our own elected officals is not needed, but I am too weak and ignorant to have an opinion. You can see this issue has been with me a long time by My Truck tag.

Sunday, June 26, 2005 at 9:59 PM

Mountain Girl Asks : What Is Your Reason To Etra?....

Raison D’être:

(ray-zohnn DET-ruh) A basic, essential purpose; a reason to exist: “Tennesse Jed argues that in the Bush age, money is the majorities raison d’être.” From French, meaning “reason for being.”

Southernly speaking, what is your Reason To Etra ?

Friday, June 24, 2005 at 3:07 PM

Your Mamas Just Made Up Those Names....

This is hitting too close to home because:

I teach a close relative of the Soles kid and know the family pretty well. I wish all my student's families took the kind of interest in education this family does. That being said, I have always held them in a very high regard. My student participates in the Youth Council program (ran by the SRO). This SRO has earned the name "Little Hitler" from many of the teachers. He has gone so far as to tell the black students, "What kind of names are those? Your mamas just made up those names. You'll never get a good job with names like those." He has also criticized quite vocally to my class that the church most of my students attend is "racist" (AME Zion). I myself have heard this SRO talking to other police officers who visit the school and point out the kids who are "against the man". Many teachers have complained to the administration about him. One of the cops "assaulted" was a SRO at Green. They removed him as a result of the altercation and transfered "Little Hitler" there. It all sounds quite fishy to me.

Take this for what it's worth, but my student told me he was there and when the guys said "Get a warrant" the cops sprayed him with pepper spray.

Thursday, June 23, 2005 at 5:16 PM

The Conley Family's Pink Hotel in Kelo ....

They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
They paved paradise and put up a parkinglot.

And locally...WATE, WVLT, 10New, KNS sue the city to release tapes in the Soles investigation.

Brian Conley just keeps getting in deeper as the week wears on.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005 at 10:52 AM

"Hey Kettle I'm Pot, Guess What You're Black!"...

The Knoxville News Sentinel ran this article today.

Here's a copy of the e-mail I sent to the paper:

Your paper recently ran and article on the "Outting of SKB". This article in no way reflected Conley's responsibility in SKB's identity being revealed. Conley resorted to extortionist tactics and was quite crude in his criticisms. Brian Conley's the pot calling the kettle black and you should report the true facts of the story. If I were a reporter I would think the true story lay not in the identity of SKB but that a local newspaper owner condemned anonymity and free speech, and resorted to illegal tactics to do so.

I mean really, how stupid do these media outlets think the citizens of Knoxville and outlying counties are? Give us some credit.

Donald Sensing at One Hand Clapping said this.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005 at 2:05 PM

You're Not Funny Brian.......

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Check these people out! Man are they funny! I sure hope they have a website soon.
*Note: Some performers are not pictured.
Anyone left that hasn't heard about the drama over and South Knox Bubba? I thought I would let it all play out before I posted. You'll need to look at Saturday and Sunday's posts. It appears that Brian Conley (owner of the Metro Pulse) is quite the little extortionist. I believe he wisened up and apologized after realizing it wasn't a really good idea to condemn anonymity and free speech when you own a newspaper. Bad move Brian. Lose any sources or did your lawyer tell you extortion is still illegal?

Everyone please think good thoughts Buddy Don's way. His headaches are back with a vengeance this week.

By the way, there are some strong willed individuals over at the capitol today excercising their right to protest the shutting down Tenncare. They have been denied their "right to assemble peacefully", food and water, and yet they persist! I'm proud to be called their fellow american today. You can check out the minute by minute coverage at Sharon Cobb and Tennessee Guerilla Women.

Friday, June 17, 2005 at 10:32 AM

And Now The Rest Of The Story.....

With the Allman Brothers finished and us on musical highs, we decided it was time to replenish our danced out, sung out, and element exposed souls. We returned to the campsite to eat dinner and put up our feet. Image hosted by Photobucket.comOh our tired feet and it was only Friday evening! We still had much to do on this first full day of festivities. The Dave Matthews Band was next and the parade would immediately follow. Upon settling at the campsite we were approached by many "walking vendors". Anything we wanted was at our disposal without leaving home. We could hear Dave playing from the campsite and it was a great show. We just aren't the biggest Dave Matthews fans so we opted to save our energy and wait for the midnight Galactic's Krewe De Carnivale. Image hosted by The parade started from the middle section of campsites and continued up to "This Tent" bringing the attendees to Galactic's show. Bo Bice grand-marshalled the parade.Brightly festooned ladies on bicycles, intergalactic creatures, creative floats (complete with bead throwing), a Mardi Grasesque band, fire-eaters, and jugglers completed the parade. Image hosted by Photobucket.comAlong the parade route I heard an interesting conversation between two festival goers.
Goer 1:Where does the parade end?
Goer 2: At This Tent.
Goer 1: Which tent?
Goer 2: No that's a stage.
Goer 1: What's a stage?
Goer 2: What's a stage, too.
Goer 1: Then where does this damn parade end?
Goer 2: At This Tent.
Goer 1: You mean here?
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With sufficiently confused and altered fans, it became clear the intentions of the festival planners names for the event sites...WHAT fun, no THIS fun...oh hell, lets just have fun!

The show that followed was a mind-blowing, psychadelic, 3 hour jam Crescent City style. New Orlean's funk filled the air. Our eyelids became heavy around 2 a.m. but we weren't quite sure what time it was. We had changed time zones moving from eastern to central. Don't we gain an hour in central time? I thought so. However everyone we asked had a different time.Image hosted by Perhaps we shouldn't have concerned ourselves with what time it was hence the responses we received were maybe meant to just mess with us for being so "oppressed".
Image hosted by We started to notice little stickers on our neighbors that said "One Show At A Time" and then we understood our acclimation to bonnaroo time. Given our lack of clock knowledge we arrived "home" at dark-thirty.

Saturday started beautifully. Blue skies seemed to be the theme until around noon. Then the rains came making a muddy mess of every footpath traveled. Luckily, inside Centeroo, fresh straw was constantly being spread in an attempt to keep the patrons dry. The rain did not deter anyone from having a good time.Image hosted by Many found amusement in the mud and many had planned ahead for a situation such as this. Galloshes of every color adorned the feet of these pre-planners. Mud adorned the bodies and feet of those less fortunate.

The line up for Saturday included Gov't Mule, The Black Crowes, Yonder Mountain String Band, Jack Johnson, Mouse on Mars, Keller Williams, Widespread Panic, Trey Anastasio, De La Soul, and many many more. We had found a way to beat the fates of "one show at a time". I had planned to see my friend Oceana Gayden's band Zenphonic play at Jack's Cafe. It just so happened the tent was situated in such a way we could look to our left and view the show on the What Stage. Gov't Mule played during Oceana's set.

If you've never heard Zenphonic they are well worth a listen. Oceana is a talented singer/songwriter and is accompanied by her brother(guitar) and by her father Mac Gayden, inventor of the slide-wah guitar technique. He is famous for writing such songs as "Everlasting Love" and playing with Barefoot Jerry and Skyboat.Image hosted by They have one of the most talented percussionists in the south, John Whitlock, as well as a second drummer (sorry I don't remember his name). Oceana did a rendition of "The Letter" that had everyone on their feet. The chick is way kind, too!

We stepped out of the cafe in time to see Warren Haynes' band Gov't Mule finish their set. We hung around people watching again and saw the beginnings of The Black Crowes show. Image hosted by Photobucket.comWe had to save up the energy for Widespread Panic and Trey Anastasio. We had a long night to go. We needed to refuel. We walked around the tent city vendors again and found some delicious Chinese food. Sufficiently fed we wandered back to our campsite through the mud and bodies.Image hosted by People were already beginning to pass out along the roadways.

Widespread Panic began at 8:30. We made our way up and found a spot. Glowing hula-hoops and dancing phospherescent giant marionettes littered the crowd. Glow sticks and beach balls flew through the air. Image hosted by Photobucket.comDancers danced and stoners stoned. Everywhere we turned there were smiling faces. We met a group from Florida whom had never attended a Bonnaroo. With their preppy clothing and slack-jawed faces we could tell they were out of their element. Image hosted by Photobucket.comThere weren't many like them, but the ones that were seemed lost but learning. The ways of the jam band tend to soften even the most hardened of hearts. Trey Anastasio was up next. The former Phish guitarist had the show of shows. Joining him onstage was the Hassidic Jewish reggae/rap phenomena, Matisyahu. I was as jazzed about seeing Matisyahu's show on Sunday as much as I was anyone else, so the Saturday night appearance made my day. We retired late,but excited about what Sunday had in store.

We awoke Sunday morning to the left over winds of a tropical storm. Tents, tarps, and canopys were flying. The roads were so muddy tractors were already beginning to pull people out one at a time. Some brave souls were attempting to take running passes at the swamps only to dig in deep and jam the roads for others. We decided to pack up and do our best to get to day parking. If the winds were any indication of the weather to come it was only going to get muddier. We found a less travelled path and made our way. Without the help of a tractor we were able to snake our way out of the campsite and onto the main road. "Dollar beers, t-shirts, pancakes for a dollar!" was the sounds we heard. Barkers trying to make one more dollar lined the street. We found the day parking but we also found a mother coyote wandering the street. Even the true scavengers were friendly this day. She looked our way and retreated back into the woods.

We arrived at This Tent about thirty minutes early.Image hosted by The crew was taking down large hanging photos of the bands that had played there at past Bonnaroos. The tent was roped off so no one could enter. When they were finished the ropes were cast aside and the people piled in. We obtained great seats in front of the sound board. Matisyahu took the stage. This man was filled with so much energy he drew a crowd larger than any I had seen at the other tents (not the stages but the tents). Even though I'm not Jewish, I felt as if I were being taken to church, or synagogue as the case may be. God was definately there though.Image hosted by "Chop 'em Down" had the crowd on it's feet. "King Without a Crown" had not a still body amongst us. His beat box left us stunned and his sincerity left us humbled. Light filled the tent even though the day was overcast. We must see him again. The link above is straight to his video on his website. Just pick the bandwidth and watch in amazement.

Ratdog was calling. We again poured into the What stage with the sea of people to see Bob Weir and his band of jam. We moved to the nostalgic sounds of The Grateful Dead and sang along with every song. Image hosted by Photobucket.comThe sun broke through the clouds during "Sugar Magnolia" as if God were smiling upon us saying "You are blessed today." All good things must come to an end and this would be our finale. We wanted to get on the road before the other 100,000 people decided to do the same. We had responsibilities we had been given the opportunity to shed for a few days that we had to return to. We readorned our watches and headed for home.Image hosted by

Bonnaroo is truly a blessing. So many people, so many shows, so much to do, and yet there never seemed to be an argument, a hassle, or a fight. Beautiful people beget beautiful times. This was the most beautiful of all.

There was so much to do we couldn't see and do it all. Many things I feel I have left out but this is going to have to do. I will post tomorrow on the "Do's and Don'ts" of this glorious event and I may post another comical anecdote or two. Until then remember: If anyone asks you where you are going, just say "Further."

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Thursday, June 16, 2005 at 10:18 AM

Naked Guy With A Kite Before My Morning Coffee And The Laws Of Physics.....

After days of walking, mud, good music, and strange happenings, we are back from Bonnaroo and sufficiently recuperated enough to update everyone on the event. Never before have I seen so many people in one place at one time. Words cannot describe the scene. My husband brought to mind and old saying "If I have to explain it you wouldn't understand." That being said, I will do my best to outline the magical atmosphere that is Bonnaroo.

Image hosted by Photobucket.comWe arrived Thursday afternoon at 5:30 to the massive traffic jam outside of the venue. We took our own route down, traveling highway 70 to highway 55. It took us until 8:00 to get to our camping spot. There we set up our canopy, unpacked our coolers and set off for a walk. Already things were abuzz. Vendors lined the streets of each camping section (93 sections in all each at least as large as a football field).Image hosted by The vendors were selling everything from grilled cheese to shoes. There were vendors with clothing, vendors selling mixed drinks, vendors selling pipes, vendors selling stickers, bootleg shirts, hats and bandanas. It was sheer decadence. Anything you wanted was at your disposal...immediately. The cost of items outside of centeroo was reasonable ($1 beer, $2 shots, $3 sandwiches). The moment you stepped inside Centeroo, the prices soared ($5 beer, no shots, $6 sandwiches). We found it more cost effective to step out into the churning world of tent city to buy what we needed and take our chances getting it through Centeroo security. We ended Thursday full of excitement over the next days shows. We chatted with our neighbors and enjoyed a long nap.

Image hosted by Photobucket.comFriday morning we awoke to "naked guy" flying a kite outside of our canopy. "Get it up, naked guy!" my husband exclaimed as the man ran past searching for the wind. After consuming our morning sustenance of eggs and coffee, visiting with more neighbors, and people watching, we took off for Alison Krauss.

Image hosted by Photobucket.comAlison sings so sweetly you can fall in love at first note. Jerry Douglas,Barry Bales Ron Block, and Dan Tyminiski make up the equally impressing rest of Union Station. They carried the crowd on an early afternoon journey of hertfelt bluegrass and mood setting melody. The groggy morning ensemble awakened and began to move. As quickly as the music started, the sun peaked out to reveal a beautiful and cumulus blue sky. All was right with the world. The show peaked with the rendetion of "Man of Constant Sorrow". A crowd of 40 or so thousand moved like the sea. No one could be still.

The Allman Brothers were next. We walked the village seeing what we could not afford but really didn't want considering what was available outside Centeroo. After a short walk and sightseeing we returned to the What Stage. The crowd was massive.Image hosted by We went in search of the chair we left to mark our spot and could not push our way close enough. The laws of physics still seemed to apply in this human sea. Too many bodies too little space. We had to stop about six rows from where we sat for Alison Krauss. We spread our poncho and had a seat...but not for long. A roar as loud as Niagra Falls erupted and the crowd was on it's feet. The music began and again the sea undulated. Image hosted by Photobucket.comThis time we moved to the soulful, Whirlitzer sounds of Greg Allman, and the dueling six-strings of Derek Trucks and Warren Haynes, "bassed" on Oteil Burbridge, and three drummers. The pinnacle of the show was a stunning rendition of "Jessica" summoning the crowd to frenzy with at least 6 diffent peaks and valleys. The show hit a second climax when Jerry Douglas, world renowned pedal-steel player and current member of Union Station, joined the band for a short time. Age has not tarnished this band. They played with the zealousness of youth and the wisdom of aged sages. Two hours later it appeared they were finished. The crowd cheered and began to chant, "Whipping Post!" "Whipping Post!". Again a roar erupted as the band filed again onto the stage. "Whipping Post" it was. We were thrown yet again into frenzy and awe. It was a beautiful thing.

As I write this I'm almost weeping. Life is good. I'm going to find a way to post some pictures today and I will finish writing about the rest of the weekend in tomorrow's post. I must go put up some pictures!!

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Saturday, June 11, 2005 at 4:46 PM

Flip-Flop Phenomenon.....

Bonnaroo is a success. It has it's ups and downs, but overall it is a world full of happiness, sharing, and extrordinary kindness. There are a few problems, but I will update you on all of those later in my complete bonnaroo post. We have encountered such a diverse society. There are however those who wish to make the almighty dollar. That's o.k., because the day is filled with music, food, and many people to meet. I will inform you all when I get back of the necessities to make Bonnaroo comfortable, and the joys that make Bonnaroo great!

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Here's a picture of what we coined "The Flip Flop Phenomenon". It is the unavoidable result of wearing flip-flops in the mud. I'm glad I brought non-flipping/flopping shoes!
I will see you all soon!

Wednesday, June 08, 2005 at 10:29 AM

Bonnaroo Bound.....

The next few blissful days my husband and I will be attending the festival of all festivals. Yes I do mean Bonnaroo. Bonnawho you ask? Check out this link to find out more.

This should be an interesting venture. People watching is great, but never is it greater than at a gathering 100,000 people strong. When a mass of people are thrown together to set up a "tent city" the most unusual things happen. I hope to gather many stories and some great photo's to share from this experience. I think I can update the blog daily at the Internet Village availble. I'll post some of the pictures if possible.

Tuesday, June 07, 2005 at 9:37 PM

Asphalt and Ann Coulter.....

If you're feeling down and out today or just feeling like life's not going your way. Remember it could always be worse. Just ask this guy. "Remember",as my husband always says, "it's a great day to be alive."

I was asked my opinion on Ann Coulter today and thought I might respond by dedicating today's installment strictly to her. However, upon further evaluation, I have decided I can't write enough to constitute an entire entry on her behalf.

Many people would have liked it if the first story found Ann Coulter as the victim buried alive in hot asphalt. As for me, I only hope she finds happiness. I think Ann Coulter is a celebrity and a very unhappy one at that. She will say anything she thinks will sell a book or get her on camera. Even she can't believe half of what she says. If she does, she should be pitied.She is very hate-filled and quite sad. What I have read about her in the past leads me to think she says things that have no basis in fact. When there aren't facts, one must use logic. Ann Coulter has not proven, in my opinion, to be able to run a clean ribbon of logical thinking around the absence of facts. She is like many other fascists. She would like to censor, kill, and dismember anyone who doesn't agree with her.Therefore I have come to the conclusion she is a salesman. She sells herself. Oh, wait.... That would be a prostitute. Well, that's a nicer sentiment than most have for her.

Monday, June 06, 2005 at 10:00 AM

Deep Throat says "Don't read your Bible at school!"

A teacher telling a student NOT to read.

I would say it went something like this:

"Johnny put that down this instant. This is school young man you will not read here. We don't want you to think for yourself or have a conscience. You will get up and misbehave like everyone else or face the consequences."

This is merely a litigious family trying to set a precedent for prayer in school. Heck, why not drag the tax payers down with a trial so you can preach to my child at school when I'm not there to keep you from warping her mind?

Was anyone else surprised to find out "Deep Throat" was a man? What possessed him to take the name? The mystery wrapped in enigma surrounded by theory and supposition revealed this man. Who would have guessed? It was much more intriguing when I believed Deep Throat was a sultry vixen who saved the world by day and walked the streets of a seedy underworld at night. My imagination has been hijacked by this guy. Sad, Sad. Just an old man in need of Cialis and money to pay college tuition.

Sunday, June 05, 2005 at 6:26 PM

So I Was Thinking.....

So, I was thinking (hence the title). Looking at the last two entries, one might think this is a faith-based blog. I don't intend it to be that way. The last two day's ramblings have merely been the product of a visit with a conservative christian. I actually intend this to be a forum for me to vent, as well as a place to discuss the similarities or differences between my self and others in an open-minded way.

With that in mind, here's what's going on today........

The media does not impress me. I was flipping through the channels today and happened upon Fox News. With all it's flashing lights, rolling crawls, and glitter, I thought I had happened upon NBC's newest reality show. Sadly I was mistaken. A reporter began to discuss a "bloody mattress" found on some vacation friendly island where a girl had disappeared. I realize the executives at Fox
need those new Mercedes and they need the million dollar house, but at what expense? Do we really need the drama they exude? Is it really an issue that I need to be informed about? I think not. I think the family of the poor missing girl might be saying, " Shut up already!" Unless she swam to the nearest mainland no one off of the island really needed to know.

This kind of sensational media is part of the problem of today's society. We get up in arms about things that don't matter to the way we function daily, yet we turn our heads to the attrocities our "elected" officials commit. The media is no longer an unbiased entity.

Have you watched any of those channels lately? I have to be cautious. Within 10 minutes I am under the spell of Hollywood. I'm just waiting to see Brad Pitt or Cameron Diaz perform the reenactments above the newscasters shoulder.

Oh, and by the way..Deep Throat anyone?

Saturday, June 04, 2005 at 10:53 AM

Sound Familiar?

"Naturally, the common people don't want war, but they can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. Tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and endangering the country. It works the same in every country" - Herman Goering, Hitler's Reichmarschall at the Nuremberg trials.

When deciding on political views I always try to remember there is a larger battle always being waged. The great liar causes many to believe in those whom look just in their tactics. That is the strength of the liar. It can confuse and muddle the thinking of those whom are most devout in their beliefs by praying on the very essence of those beliefs.

On a similar but unrelated note, how come when one is striving to be Christ-like or displays qualities of Christ they are called a "liberal" or a "hippie"? I think we would do well to remember Matthew 5:9 "Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall be called the children of God".

One day Mr. Bush will need his soul and maybe it won't be there. Before anyone calls me unpatriotic, remember "Dissent is the highest form of patriotism"-Benjamin Franklin. If it weren't for dissent there would be no America.

Friday, June 03, 2005 at 8:27 PM

Bumper Sticker Logic At It's Finest.....

Here's my newest viewpoint thanks to streaming together a bunch of bumper stickers: Conservative Christians are neither. Face it you can't be pro-life and pro-war. (Grain of salt people, grain of salt.)