At least they prayed…
Now I am sure my rant here doesn’t apply to you my dear readers. You guys are cool. But have you ever just wanted to grab someone by the collar and shake some sense into them? I do. Every time I open up Facebook or Twitter.
I spend a lot of time banging my head on the table. Really I do. Why? Because nobody cares about what is real or what is the truth. They want what sells. People want outrage. Humiliation. Self-Righteousness. Victimization. Nothing more. Nothing less. Who gives a damn about truth?
There are really horrible things going on in the world right now that is true.
Allegations of Black Market Baby Parts
I’m not discounting any of that.
The world has gone crazy for sure.
What kills me though – is the growing propaganda around all of it.
There is no such thing as true journalism any more. Today’s American press doesn’t report the news. They create it. And we feed off it like starving infants. It’s nuts.
Who cares if the stories are true or not.
We need our fix.
We need to feel involved, like we’re a part of the grand scheme of things.
Sure send that meme.
Ban that flag, OR wave that flag in the Presidents face when he visits in protest. (Thank you Oklahoma for yet again embarrassing us in front of the whole freakin world). Who cares?
Share that bogus story about that cheating woman or guy who didn’t really throw a dog out the window while driving his pickup. Share the names and addresses of the gay couple you refuse to bake a cake for so that your friends can send them death threats and then cry foul when they press charges and tell the whole world what victims you are.
Share the home address of the dentist/trophy hunter why don’t you? I’m sure that’ll teach him. — Granted doing something so stupid in this day an age and expect to keep your business open… the guys is a bit of a moron. Oh and while we’re outraged, let’s go after ALL hunters…
Do you know a friend of mine who hunts deer was told by someone on FB that she should be hunted and killed for sport? What the freakin heck is wrong with people?
Compare Planned Parenthood (Yes the videos are horrific. Equally horrific is the propaganda surrounding it. Claims dropped, no matter… keep spreading lies.) to a dead lion, or the marines that lost their lives in Chattanooga, and the confederate flag. Yes, all these things are horrible. Not discounting that. But to compare them on Facebook to see which is more horrible? No… let’s not do that.
Or go ahead, keep getting outraged because someone speaks out about a cause that is not your own and somehow that invalidates you.
Trash that politician,
Send that Tweet.
Who cares if none of it’s true.
Let’s have a trial by Facebook and Twitter for all of humanity. What they hell, let’s just chuck the whole constitution. Why not? Most of us really only like the parts that apply to ourselves anyways. Equal rights for all? PAH! Who needs that so long as my rights are fulfilled.
Not being famous enough to have an opinion on anything beyond what flavor ice cream I like, my head wants to explode some days. Yes I’ve been told that. Many of us “not famous enough yet”‘s keep our mouths shut about a lot of things. Until we get together anyway and then it’s all, “Can you believe this crap?” How are people buying it?
The flag stays. It has historical significance. Waving it in the presidents face however was racially motivated and repugnant.
The PP story was pure BS.. they were investigated, they are not selling baby parts. (Not an opinion, just fact). The news story was pure propaganda. Support them, don’t support them. irrelevant to the fact that they were investigated and are not breaking the law.
The young man who saved his fellow marines in Chattanooga by taking out the shooter deserves a medal, not a Court Marshall. Do what’s right America.
The Dentist… should be charged. Not extradited, but charged. He deserves to lose his business. He did not deserve to have his home addy shared with the world and his family put in danger. That was ridiculous.
My hunting friends, (Why yes Virginia we do hunt in Oklahoma), do not deserve death threats.
Innocent people are cyber bullied every day because truth and common decency no longer matter in this country.
Why is it… truth doesn’t matter?
Are we that bored with our own lives?
Can we please just get a grip America?
I read a great quote not that long ago, credited to only Ariana. I can’t find anything on her. It was simply,
“She made broken look beautiful and strong look invincible. She walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like angel’s wings.”
But then, I’ve never been accused of being normal.
I found this old photo of me, taken when I was probably 19 and in the throws of bulimia. I had no idea. – I know John Hughes would have loved me as a teen. But he had Molly already and there was no need for two of us.
I had this friend once who, when I was anxious and fearful would say “Breathe Darlin’ ” and I’d take a deep breath and calm down. We aren’t friends anymore. Life does that sometimes, but I never forgot that phrase.
So when life throws you for a loop
and it will
remember that even though it feels like you are carrying the universe on your shoulders, you make it look like angel’s wings. Just don’t forget to breathe.
Your Oklahoma Hippie Chick.
It does not matter how carefully we plan and dream, life is full of left turns and surprises.
I had my summer all planned out.
A book to write.
Classes to finish.
Blogs to write.
Parties to go to.
Gigs that made me thrilled with excitement.
And then life happened and I had to choose.
Six weeks ago I received a call that a family member was in the hospital and they were never coming home.
I caught the next flight out and canceled everything on my calendar to be with them.
I’d do it again in a heart beat.
Now the good news is, they ARE coming home very soon. And for that I’m thrilled.
The past six weeks were full of twists and turns and white knuckle dives as we watched this family member come to the brink of death and back again.
They are a fighter.
So if you’ve wondered where I’ve been. I’ve been at the bedside of someone near and dear to me.
It was the right choice.
I hope you understand.
According to Wikipedia, Paul Hunt is a gymnastics coach and clown. He is the 1972 National Gymnastics floor champion. I think his routines are hilarious. He is a showman, that’s for sure. I hope you enjoy.
Now here is a song I’d love to learn! Sara Jarosz does a Cat Stevens cover on Banjo. Wind of my soul. Enjoy peeps. I’m a fan.
“I just knew one of these days, God was going to strike me dead with lightning and ZOT! There I’d be, nothing but a grease spot on the ground. But you know what? He never did, because that’s not who he is.”
I listened to that tape for over ten years. I didn’t belong to a church when I was growing up and when I became a teenager and tried to join the ones in walking distance to my home, they all said no.
That’s not a joke, that’s true. And they all said it in different ways.
The first one said I needed papers. Proof I’d been baptized. And sponsors who would be committed to my spiritual growth. Problem is I didn’t know if I had a pedigree and I surely didn’t know any adult sponsors to ask. Joining a country club would have been easier than joining that church.
The second church didn’t allow unsupervised children there and I needed to get my parents and then we could talk.
The Baptist church even turned me down and that confused me because I heard they’ll take anybody.
It just so happened I babysat for this really cool couple next door and whenever someone visited their church that they thought I might like, they brought me the cassette. The two I remember most are Petra and Isaac Air Freight. Well, I remember their names anyway.
What I didn’t remember is the name of the lightening bolt dude.
I kept that tape and listened to it on an off from the early 80’s until well after I finally joined a church in 1993.
I wish I still had it.
It’s important to me because it’s the only Gospel I heard in that time frame.
I’d go my own way for a while looking into Buddhist things, or tarot cards or even Wiccan traditions and I’d come across the tape again and listen and be reminded that there IS a God out there who loves me. There is a God who is benevolent and kind and isn’t going to leave me dead on the side of the road.
I finally found that God for myself and I am thankful. And sometimes I do wonder who that was on the tape. I laid that down years ago. Needing to know. My luck, I’d make an idol out of the person and what if he turned out to be a jerk in real life, what then?
Would that negate the message?
It could have back in the day.
Something awesome happened while in the middle of this craziness that is my life right now, I stumbled upon a Periscope video made by a Christian Artist I enjoy today and he mentioned how much he loves Michigan and how it was his mainstay and livelihood back in his early career from 1980-1982. I just sat there and stared at my screen.
I mean the video is 8 months old. That just can’t be. And then the other day, he posted another video and again randomly stated how much he loves Michigan.
Okay ya’ll that is where I lived and went to high school.
I had to look into it, so I found and downloaded his very first Christian Comedy CD from 1989, and you know what, the voice matches and so do some of the stories, at least a little. The lightening story isn’t there, and I honestly think his closing song is really pretty cheesy, but it sounds like him.
I’ll never know for sure, nor can I ever prove it. What stands out to me though, if it IS him, it’s before he was famous, or probably any good really and yet God used him to keep reaching out to me.
I mattered to God.
He mattered to God.
Just a guy, a young one at that, doing what he knew best, to the best of his ability.
And it made a difference.
I think that’s us as well.
We don’t have to be rich or famous or some kind of superstar to make a difference in someone’s life.
We just have to show up and be who we are right now.
God can use that.