Monthly Archives: October 2013

Things that are not true

Here in America, we’re hot and heavy about not being anyone’s fool. NO one’s taking America down the garden path, lemmetellya. I mean it. We’ll blast ya. T’ smithereenies.

Then, why, why, why are so many of us duped by a simple Internet meme? I haven’t a clue. So, for the good of the nation at-large, and for my own sanity and general confusion about the subject, here are…

Things That Are Not True

  1. There are no Fukushima giant killer hornets murdering people in Nebraska.
  2. Bill Cosby did not give the “I’m 83 and I’m Tired” speech. Rather, it was written as a 2009 blog post by a retired Marine named Robert Hall.  You can also confirm the misquote at Bill Cosby’s own site.
  3. President Obama did not claim that November is National Muslim Month.
  4. “Obamacare” features forced home inspections. Um, no.

I have about 60 more, but alas, out of time and out of here. If there is such a thing as a “happy Monday,” I want you to have it. That’s an order. :-)

Bossyfink

FYI

Here’s a rant for your morning joe.

I try to remain tolerant of divergent opinions. And while I am far from blameless on many issues, I’ve learned a bit over the last 54 years (heck, I’ve learned a lot over the last ten). Still, there are some inalienable truths for everyone:

  1. We are entitled to believe what we want to believe — about people, rules, government, politics, fashion, food, religion, entertainment,  literature, philosophy, medicine, and whether or not the Browns will ever see a Super Bowl other than on TV.
  2. When we believe in a thing passionately, it’s hard — actually, well nigh impossible in many cases — to sway us from our conviction about it.
  3. It is relatively safe to say that, where politics are concerned, no minds are changed.

And yet, the social media battles wear on. Yes, I’m talking Twitter and Facebook. Facebook: a place I frequent to see photos of my friends, “talk” to them via posting and message, and basically catch up on what everyone’s up to, and enter into an engaging discussion or two. You know; the no stress type of stuff. And then…

Send in the clowns.

Never in my life have I ever seen such vile, vicious, personal attacks on an elected official — by CHRISTIANS, who by any other measure are kind and gentle people. But bring up the government shutdown or the Democratic Party, and some of them turn into ugly, unforgiving, relentlessly cruel trolls, looking for the next internet drainage to post as truth (“Obama refuses to close his favorite golf course! Pass it on! Make it viral!”) How do I know this? Because I saw it, just this morning — not only on Facebook, but on several news sites.

Now Guns ‘n God folks: before you go gettin’ yer dander up, I’m mad at President Obama, too. I’m disappointed that he crawled away from the Common Core debacle. I’m angry that he hasn’t seriously addressed the student loan crisis. I hate the ongoing wars, and what they have cost our government and our families in lives and livelihoods. And there are other things I’m not happy about, but this, as you know, is not a place to discuss political issues. I’m not on about that; rather, I’m on about mean people, who, on one side of their Facebook wall, quote endless bible verses and share memes about faith and preach the gospel of Christ and peace and love and kindness, and minutes later, spew poison about how Obama the Muslim should be assassinated, and wouldn’t that just do us all a favor, or how maybe a cruise missile should be aimed at the White House.

I’m not saying that Christians can’t get frustrated and mad, or can’t choose to dislike someone. I consider myself a person of Christian faith, and I’m mad as a wet hen right about now. I’m mad at Governor Kasich; he needs to leave office in a big fat hurry, before his policies destroy what little is left of neighborhood schools in Ohio. But some of the rhetoric I read about him — people lobbing horrible, personal insults at him and wishing him bodily harm — makes me cringe. Not when faithless people do it, mind; rather, when self-professed followers of Christ do it. I mean, go ahead. Be as nasty and profligate as you like to another child of God. But don’t stand in church on Sunday with your hands raised and your head back, singing “Open the eyes of my hearrrrrt” and expect me to think of you as anything but a contemptible hypocrite.

There. That’s said. Now…what’s for breakfast? :-D

Caveat: I love reading comments! But be advised that any policy-oriented rants will be deleted. No one wants to read yet another partisan diatribe about how the Republicans are ruining Ohio, or how the Democrats have mortgaged the nation. This is not the place where anyone gets on their high horse. ‘Cep me, of course.

Turbo weekend

Yeah, we don’t want too many of these. Hitting the ground running this morning — how about you?

Grading six research papers, running a thousand errands, hitting the grocery and Jake’s flag football game, gutting a closet and dresser of clothes that no longer fit and dropping off the lot at the Goodwill, cleaning bathrooms, cooking for the week…sheesh, glad it’s the weekend so I can relax. :P

But all is well. Things will get done in time for me to hopefully have some Grammie  time with Mr. A.

What about you? Whatever will you do this weekend without the Indians or Browns on the telly? I’m still figuring that out, luvs.

The morning after the night before

Chief Boo Hoo

Chief Boo Hoo

And we all said, “Wait until next year.”

The more I think about last night’s crushing defeat, the more I think it was probably for the best. While I wish the Indians could have gone deeper into the playoffs, they truthfully don’t possess the “full package” required to get bigger jobs done. Translation: we need clutch bats, and right now, we don’t have them. We could have won, oh, two-three against the Red Sox, but I doubt it would have gone much further. And until and unless we can beat Detroit…

Still, it was a thrilling September for Cleveland baseball fans. For the first time since 1997 (when the Tribe lost the Series to another Florida team), I can honestly say that “waiting until next year” isn’t so terrible.

Waiting for the weekend, however, is pretty much unbearable right now. Bring it!

Sleepless Fink