Posted on April 16, 2004 in Roundup
*UPDATED* Blogspot was down last night so I missed a few links. I put a double star next to each.
The Iraq War will be with us as long as there are purblind Middle Americans who think they’re doing good by fomenting trouble overseas. Nastiness by the wRong and the wRonger continued to plague bloggers this week. Could there be a united action to take against the Legions of the Just-Plain-Mean-Folks?
Why is it not ok to show dead Iraqis and American troops in Iraq, but it’s fine to show the catastrophe of September 11 over and over again? I wish every person who emails me supporting the war, safe behind their computer, secure in their narrow mind and fixed views, could actually come and experience the war live. I wish they could spend just 24 hours in Baghdad today and hear Mark Kimmett talk about the death of 700 “insurgents” like it was a proud day for Americans everywhere
We are not all tanks and guns. We are not all lying liars like W and Condi and Donald and Evil Dick. The face of our foreign policy and our adventurism and interventionism is not the true face of Americans.
Things are moving along nicely for George W. “I’m a uniter not a divider” Bush. He’s single handedly united the Sunni and Shiite Muslims in Iraq. They now seem to be having a bit of trepidation about being occupied by the Coalition of the Paid Off. The unusual thing is that they agree. Good job there, George.
In last night’s press conference I saw so many deer-in-the-headlights moments that I thought I was watching a remake of Bambi. Along with jumbo shrimp, military intelligence, and holiday death toll, someday Bush diplomacy will take its rightful place in the Oxymoron Hall of Fame.
If South Africa is a one-party state, it is a direct result of policies implemented over centuries by succeeding colonial powers that succeeded only in driving South Africans to a common cause. Since 1912, the ANC has been that cause, first as an organisation, then as a liberation movement and only over the past ten years, as a political party.
I like to think of it this way. Say your daughter colored on the wall. You ask her and she says no. End of conversation, right?
You’d be a sad excuse for a parent if it were so.
It’s analogous to being a reporter.
“Mr. President, do you think your administration made any mistakes leading up to 9-11?”
“No.”
End of conversation, right?
…Yes, you can teach a child with autism not to bang on the table with behavior modification. And that will make for less disruption in the classroom/dinning room/restaruaunt. But the child himself has no investment in the change beyond the punishment or the reward. It’s an external change, not an internal one. If you work with a child around the issues of others’ feelings and his feelings, how his banging effects those around him and why banging makes him feel better, you will start to give the child an investment in the process. You let them make the change in themselves. Give them time and something to bang on when it’s appropriate but make a deal that they don’t bang when it’s not.
One complication not dealt with by most of these resources is group bullying by adults. Maneuvers that allow you to lose one cyber-stalker may inflame another. So it is necessary to deal with group bullying over the Internet from the top down.
I think Condoleeza Rice is much more a representative of feminism than Christina Aguilera and Brittany Spears I get so frustrated seeing young girls look up to idols who get their power through looks and musical and/or acting talent rather than women who have genuine power. No matter how much I disagree with Condee’s policies, I would rather see young black women look to her for their role model than to Janet Jackson.
A lot of women say that a major stumbling block to being a Christian is its lack of female role models. I would find it very hard to live a life “in imitation of Christ”. It would be beyond me. But to live a life in imitation of Mary Magdalene, this is something I can do. Mary was an outcast at times, but she was also a scholar and a leader of men. She was left alone to carry on, but when Jesus was with her, she loved him totally and understood him deeply.
One of the things that irritates me is how Mom sees prayer as the answer to everything. It’s hard to explain, because I certainly do believe in the power of prayer. Yet I get exasperated when I tell her stuff and her response is to tell me to pray. Like when I was discussing my apartment-hunting activities with her, she said, “Pray that God will guide you to the right one,” or something like that….I feel Mom is being glib. The words, “Have you prayed about it?” roll off her tongue so easily, sometimes I feel she doesn’t know what it’s like to grapple with the realities of life. For example, I once called her up to tell her I was feeling lonely. Boy, was that ever a mistake. The first thing she said was, “How’s your relationship with God??”
There is much talk of pastors and other leaders in the church “casting a vision” for local churches….But just as Christ has given us a mission statement, so he has given us his vision: We are his kingdom. Yet churches settle for so very much less. Even if it is somehow acknowledged that the church is the kingdom gathered in this world, it is often more a sentimental, imaginary thing rather a hard reality energizing, shaping, and guiding God’s people. Indeed, the phrase “God’s people” itself becomes sentimentalized under these conditions, or, worse yet, reduced to a legal contract between two parties. Neither comes close to Jesus Christ’s Lordship, and that’s precisely the rub. We’re happy to say Jesus is our Lord so long as he doesn’t have to be our Lord.
She met me there–this woman named Wendi–and we proceeded immediately to first base. The field was wet and slick and the bases were smooth. She was quite skillful and educated about the game, beyond what most women can claim. She knew what she was doing. She knew what she wanted. I was scared and unsure…but after the first inning, I just sat back and enjoyed the ride.
Despite my best efforts, I realized that I had left my brain back in the car. I did use all the classic techniques for trying to cover the brain’s absence, but I’m fairly sure they caught on. There is only so much “oh, yes, that’s a really, really, really good question” stuff you can do before you actually have to say something meaningful. Tragically, nothing meaningful emerged.
I drink coffee. My pattern is a couple cups of the hard stuff, with cream and artificial sweetener, when I arise. Then, later, a tall latte or short cup of the house brew at Starbucks. If I feel tired, I make the latte a double. My limit is a double latte and a couple cups of brew per day. When night clubbing, I sometimes drink Irish coffees. Seems harmless. But, according to yesterday’s The Wall Street Journal, I may have a drinking problem.
Studies have shown that fully one-half of the last-minute filers have all the symptoms of being temporarily legally insane. Getting in their way could result in serious injury or death. The other half … well, they’re just plain every-day crazy, and the closer it gets to the midnight filing deadline, the crazier they become.
I feel that people are missing out on a wonderful spiritual experience by missing the sunrise — AND the sunset, and the beautiful colors of earth and sky throughout the rest of the day and night. Even though we’ve tried to pave it all over with concrete and blacktop, the world is still filled with awe-inspiring color.
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