Just a link demonstrating the purported leadership of #NRx.
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What is the sin or Jeroboam?
EDIT: [Alright, one more link, because ya’ll deserve a sanctioned reference above reproach.]
Sometime in my youth, I camped overnight in the back yard of a church mate, Matt. Perhaps it was his birthday. Another guy, Eddie, joined us that night. Years later, those two spent considerable time together, whereas I eventually hung with a different crowd, but that visit stuck in my mind for several reasons which I’ll share.
I recall I arrived late, perhaps after dark, though I no longer recall, and we must have hung about his house and yard doing one thing or another. Sometime during the evening, we happened upon two stray kittens which stayed with us the rest of the evening and into the next morning. During the night, I brought at least one of the kittens into the tent with me and let it sleep atop my sleeping bag. I think one of the other guys had the other. I awoke in the middle of the night to find it pawing at my bag and peeing on it. My frustration awoke the other two guys – or perhaps they were already awake – and we tossed the kittens out into the yard. that ruckus must have awoken Matt’s dogs, who at Eddie’s (and Matt’s?) encouragement, lit into the kittens. The dogs roughed-up one kitten badly, but it wasn’t permanently injured. I don’t recall what was done with the kittens exactly, but I seem to recall putting an end to the event, and perhaps put the felines back in the tent or elsewhere.
The next morning, some folks came around early looking for the kittens and thanked us three boys for finding them. After that, we walked up the road a little way to a gas-and-groceries store and bought some breakfast; I purchased pop-tarts and orange juice. I recall Eddie and Matt buying stuff like fried pork rinds and Mountain Dew. I do know that was the worst and only convenience-store breakfast I’d ever eaten prior to that morning. When I got back to the house later, Matt’s mom offered me eggs, which I accepted. They weren’t the best eggs, but they we better than Pop-Tarts.
After that, many years later, I went out water-boarding with Eddie and Matt and maybe a girl – I can’t recall whether it was Donna – who later starred in a film with Clooney – or Eddie’s sister, Diane, who became an MD. Not long after that, while I was away at college, Matt died in a boating accident. He managed to conceive a son before that, so the woman who cooked me breakfast got a grandson at least, Matt being her only child. She also attended my grandmother’s funeral for my mom’s sake, so I have a soft spot for that lady for those, among several other reasons.
Another church mate, Nikki, was killed by three men who kidnapped him from a known meeting place for homosexual men and murdered him. Two of the three men were executed. Another is serving life without parole in Texas. Nikki was probably a faggot, but he did have good taste in clothes. I didn’t find out until much later, but he was a very good and kind friend to Diane during a very rough time in her life, so she remembers him very fondly. He and I roomed together at a church camp one summer. I learned plenty about clothes that summer, but not a lot about Nicky. So much of that came later, after he was dead. A high school buddy and a his friend hung with Nicky on weekends, and Brad used to tease the two of them for kissing in the back seat. I won’t name the other guy. Brad and I corresponded not long ago. He found weight-lifting after college and bulked muscle, corrected his attitude, and seems to be well. Anyway, Nikki’s dead.
Which brings me to Bret, who died this year. Bret and I didn’t spend much time together, but I liked him well enough, and he was a constant through my years in church. Somewhere along the way, his parents divorced, which is always a sight to see in a Baptist church, but at some point before high school graduation, Bret started attending again, and I recall him from my infrequent visits after I started college in another state. I don’t’ recall seeing him during my semester sabbatical, so perhaps he’d moved onward to other work or education by then. Bret got killed by an underage drunk driver who struck him at the notorious intersection of a major highway into town and a loop road around town. The drunk drove right over the top of his car, and apparently killed him instantly, which I suppose is a better death than either Matt or Nikki got.
I met a pal from my early days in Little Rock at the megalochurch two weeks back. Actually, it’s been four weeks, but I didn’t recognize him until he re-introduced himself. Everybody seems to get fatter as they age.
I’m sure there’s some way to string all this together into a narrative with a theme and perhaps a moral, perhaps something about the precariousness of life or our fleeting time on the earth or how memories start to fade after 30 years pass or how things that seemed important at 14 aren’t at 44, or even how things that seemed important at 14 still ARE important at 44.The truth is, age makes finding meaning out of life and all the many moments of it harder to accomplish, not easier. “Shit happens,” all the time, and all the time, “shit happens.” Try as you might, it’s very hard to pull together a story without embellishing the details so as create a fiction that supports some false premise. So we all muddle along, trying to create meaning where there probably isn’t any meaning at all.
For people who love the intersection of science and politics.
Originally posted on Watts Up With That?:
By Christopher Monckton of Brenchley
Mr. Obama’s remarks at the U.S. Coast Guard Academy’s Commencement May 20 demonstrate the extent to which his advisors are keeping him divorced from the facts.
President Barack Obama delivers the commencement address at the U.S. Coast Guard Academy in New London, Conn., May 20, 2015. During his comments, Obama discussed the impact of climate change on national security.
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The bulk of his speech was devoted to what is now becoming more and more obviously a non-problem: “the challenge … that, perhaps more than any other, will shape your entire careers – and that’s the urgent need to combat and adapt to climate change.”
Some facts. In the 11 years 2004-2014, the rate of global warming taken as the mean of the three terrestrial datasets was one-twentieth of a degree. The ARGO ocean dataset shows warming of one-fortieth of a degree. The…
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An examination of historical Feminist documents unearthed these Seven Demands from the National Women’s Liberation Conference held in Birmingham in 1978.
The women’s liberation movement asserts a woman’s right to define her own sexuality, and demands:
- Equal pay for equal work
- Equal education and job opportunities
- Free contraception and abortion on demand
- Free 24-hour community-controlled childcare
- Legal and financial independence for women
- An end to discrimination against lesbians
- Freedom for all women from intimidation by the threat or use of male violence. An end to the laws, assumptions[,] and institutions which perpetuate male dominance and men’s aggression towards women.
We, the Patriarchy, offer these terms to all women, enumerated respectively.
When next you hear Feminists demand equal pay for equal work, equal education and employment, reproductive rights, free childcare, legal and financial independence, sexual liberation, or non-violence, please recall this offer from the Patriarchy.
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This is why we need to listen to the so-called racists.
They’re often right.
Originally posted on Aryan Skynet:
To make a long story short:
Black man dies in Baltimore Police Department custody, Blacks hold peaceful protest that quickly turns not-so-peaceful, then niggas be all riotin’ an’ sheeeeeeeit.
Well, this picture goes viral online:
Now sure, to your eyes, Racist Whitey, this is a picture of a
thug youth stealing a woman’s purse while two of her friends step in to help and prevent the theft. But you would be wrong.
Here, let a
Jewish White reporter, Baltimore City Paper’s Caitlin Goldblatt explain:
I’m the girl in glasses. The drunk redhead was trying to grab that guy’s bag, we were pulling her back.
Now you see, folks? Do you see how your racist assumptions made you see something that wasn’t there? According to Baltimore City Paper editor Brandon Soderberg, what was actually happening in Baltimore was a bunch of 5’4″ 125 pound White women got really drunk while watching…
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I attended the new members class with my wife. No, I won’t be joining, but if I’ll attend Catholic confirmation classes with a college girlfriend, I don’t see why I wouldn’t do this much.
Following are my (out-of-context) notes from the class, in the order they appear in the handout, which is not the order in which they were recorded. My thoughts (as noted) are in italics. Quotes are verbatim. Out of quotes generally a summary or paraphrase.
That’s all, folks. Comments welcome.
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