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We’re Going to Hell in a Hand Basket, Except the Hand Basket Had Enough Sense to Dump its Contents and Head for Higher Ground

I abhor politics. They tend to be  divisive  rather than pull people together. What I’m about to speak on is more about the human condition.

In the United States, we have a real problem when it comes to discussing abortion. Personally, I’ve had it with the disregard for life. It’s tossed about as though it means nothing. Case in point, we are applauding the practice of late term abortions and infanticide.

I cannot for the life of me imagine totally birthing a baby and allowing this precious life to lie on a table until the powers-that-be decide whether or not to severe its spinal cord. In one state, they allow the murder of a full-term baby but have placed a moratorium on the death penalty.

“Dear Father, in heaven, forgive us  . . .” I only wish I could add, “for we know not what we do.” The shame with this scenario is that we know exactly what we are doing, and I, for one, am ashamed at those who would allow this to happen, and even applaud, as it does. In fact, I am ashamed to live in a country where such an atrocity would be considered for legalization.

 

Jeremiah 1:5  “Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you, and before you were born I consecrated you; I have appointed you a prophet to the nations.”

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In Order to Take the Temperature of the World, I Know Exactly Where To Insert the Thermometer

While taking a break from writing, I happened to glance at the news on television. What I saw could easily jump-start a vomit, but nonetheless, gave me an idea.

As you well know, the two subjects you should never discuss are religion and politics. I thought about this and decided it was a good rule to follow. I considered it again reaffirming my original position. I debated on these two topics with myself and concluded that I would discuss both in this blog.

Politics first:

George Washington was our 1st President. I imagine, it was about this time that corruption began to worm its way into our political system, and now, it seems this worm has grown into an anaconda the size of the lower forty-eight. I happen to live about 2 hours south of Washington DC. I have found in my travels, whether driving north or sitting in a metal tube thirty-five-thousand feet in the air; the closer I get to DC the lower my IQ drops. In one incident, perilously close to the aforementioned city, I was forced to pull my car over until I could remember how to breathe. Once the oxygen somewhat cleared my head, I made a hasty retreat and now avoid the area whenever possible. Nuff said.

Religion:

Lord, save us from the cesspool that represents us in our nation’s capitol, Amen!

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Who is this “Chad” and why is he hanging?

US Capitol Building Front New

US Capitol Building Front New (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m going to do something I promised myself I would not do when I started this blog–that something is talk about politics. Now here is what I know (which I admit is not very much) about the aforementioned: It is a necessary evil; it can be cutthroat; it can very rarely be polite and gentlemanly; and the saying, “absolute power corrupts absolutely,” holds true.

I have found that most politicians are interchangeable, although there are a few that I trust totally… Unfortunately, all of these are dead.

As you all know, we are in the midst of an election year. All I can say about that is get out to vote if you can, and most importantly, God help us all.

It just so happens I am on vacation while penning this post. Now being at the beach and thinking of politicians draws my thoughts surf-side, where many bottom-feeders dwell. Unless you’re in the tropics, most ocean water seems murky so that while swimming you are unable to see the bottom. Please allow me to inform you that this is another gift from God.

I have only seen beach water clear once. I was on vacation in the Outer Banks, and even after wading out up to my neck, could easily see the bottom. There were more creatures running from me as I walked than I thought lived in the ocean…and they were staying just inches ahead.

Now back on the beach in the sand, we see the pounding surf roll in and as it recedes, it deposits another layer of compressed sand, shells, and other oceanic leavings. As beautiful as this menagerie of crushed, ancient, sea-life is, this is not something you want to incorporate in your writing.

Keep your story concise and clear, and not muddled with attractive refuse. What might first appear appropriate may later prove to distort the narrative.

…so now you know my view on politics, politicians, and crabs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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