So. August. Hi, new month!
Just thought I’d let you know that I am not quitting (for once).
Continue your month normally.
In other, non–quitting–blogging MacStansbury news, everything on my computer is old. Therefore, I need new computer stuff. Must make a note to myself to remind myself become incredibly wealthy.
One of those two.
Whilst working, early this morning, a local radio station played in the background. Normally a good mix of happy songs, there were some terrible, terrible songs in the rotation for this morning. Stupid, sappy, late–70s love songs. It was horrifying, and it didn’t enhance my effort at all.
As I ate lunch, yet another radio station played in the background. The first song that came on was John Denver’s ‘Thank God I’m a Country Boy,’ so I figured things were not going to get any better. I was wrong.
After I got my burger, I heard the characteristic open sounds of one of the greatest songs in the history of mankind: Shaft!
Yes, I love that song…maybe a little too much. But if loving Shaft is wrong, I don’t want to be right! Or live in the 21st century, for that matter.
Then some hippies (I swear, none of them older than 21, none of them wasting more than $5 on shaving gear in their lives) walked in. After the group sat down, the waitress asked them what they wanted to drink, left, and returned, she asked them if they “knew what they wanted?”
“…besides a haircut?” I added.
Then I spent the next three minutes trying to act like I was trying to get something out of my beard as to cover up my hysterical non–laughing.
Hippies? Shaft? The 70s?
It was funny to me, anyways.
This morning, I had a refrigerator full of fresh fruits and vegetables, a couple different types of that V8 Splash, some of that great Kashi Cinnamon Harvest cereal, and whole wheat bread, just waiting to be made into toast and covered in one of two flavors of all–natural strawberry or blackberry jelly.
For breakfast I had a cup of 20 Oreos covered in milk.
I don’t know how I’ve survived to be this old.
Just going through the places I used to want to be. Boy, have things changed in two years. I’m starting to think I didn’t really miss anything.
Here’s some of the sites I used to frequent, with a snark or two for each.
Hot Air gets Ed Morrissey. Ed Morrissey gets…what, exactly? Were there some sort of layoffs in the blogosphere I just didn’t hear about?
Michelle Malkin dot com! Now with 90% Michelle Malkin! More cutbacks, apparently. And, I swear to you, for somebody who loves the newspaper format, I cannot figure out the navagation scheme of this site. I can navigate it, it’s just really hard.
Villainous Company: Cass, oh Cass, oh Cass…can you just make up your mind? Either keep on blogging or stop. Nobody likes it when people just up and delete their entire blog, only to resurrect it a couple of months. I mean, come on. Decisiveness.
IMAO is pretty much exactly like when I left.
…wait, maybe it is this one…
Ace of Spades HQ: same great AOSLS™, now with just as many migrant bloggers. Way to keep that economy rolling, Ace.
Right Wing News is also now a group blog. Was there some sort of memo from the RNC that I missed? It ain’t like they stopped sending me stuff.
Whizbang: yes, I know I spelled it wrong. Do you know how many Open Trackback sites cut and pasted my text with it spelled that way? A lot. That’s how many. I prob’ly need to inform my Wizbangian overlords that I’m back in bidness.
lgf: good to see they’re still leading the charge on the latest tactic of Islamic fascism: creationism. I wonder how that Google News thing is going?
MY Vast Right Wing Conspiracy, oh MY Vast Right Wing Conspiracy, can I tell you how I’ve missed trying to steal all your traffic? Because I’m back, ready to steal your traffic. Beth? Hello? Beth? Does she even go there any more?
Okay, enough living in the past. Gotta get that Carnival of Open Trackbacks going again, don‘cha‘know?
Two years ago, I gave politics up in a huff. While I had my reasons, when I dropped the format life got duller. A nice duller.
However, as we are all want to do, I needed the thrill. I needed the action. I needed the obsessive–compulsive disorder to make of mockery of my social life (again). I had to get back in the grift.
The problem with grifting is this: usually, you want something out of the deal. Whether to inform, persuade, or — in my case — to make all that mad blog money the kids seem to talk about all the time. You use your angle to get leverage to take the thing you want. That’s the grift.
In 2008, I need no leverage. There’s nothing I want.
During this latest presidential primary season, I never had a candidate. Never in the 2004 primaries — er — 2008 primaries (just feels like it’s been going on since then, I guess), did I endorse a candidate. Not even when there were 19,033 Republicans on the stage could I pick one.
It got so bad this year that I actually tried to find out something about the Democrat candidates. No, not the only ones that were going to win the thing — the ones who would actually do something different in government. Depressingly, no candidate brings much of anything other than status quo.
Well, Mike Huckabee and Ron Paul would, but they have been deemed unelectable. We all want change, as long as it’s not us that gotta do the changing.
The past couple of weeks have really changed my outlook on the current presidential elections. I’ve weighed the consequences of speaking out against what I believe to be wrong versus the safety and calm of silence. For whatever reason, I chose today to stop being silent. The reasons for breaking my silence would take longer than you’d care to read, but suffice it to say one major reason was a speech in a church.
Churches are near and dear to me, whether you understand them to be the buildings we go to meet each other, or the people who meet. The church is a body, with many parts, with many different functions. Since I value everything in a caste system starting with God, then family, then country, then other stuff, I usually think clearly.
So when somebody claims to be doing good for God, I usually think, “really?” For those of you who don’t understand the fundamental plank of Christianity — that none of us are good — American pragmatism tends to take over.
But God does not require us to do “good things.” He requires obedience. And, rightly, when God requires something for his purposes, it will benefit those whom he chooses (again for his purposes, not ours). And God is bullish on the future, things happening now may not have a relevant impact for decades — or centuries.
Long story medium: politics and my relationship to God are incredibly important to me. Seeing bad doctrine preached, or watching people lead the church astray get me motivated. That’s why I’m here.