Thank You Bright Eyes, for saying it all…
Go get your iTunes free single of the week, “When the President Talks to God” by Bright Eyes.
Now!
Go get your iTunes free single of the week, “When the President Talks to God” by Bright Eyes.
Now!
I met a man last night with M.S., a disease that eats away at a person’s nerves until they are completely incapacitated and die. He used to be a mechanic. He will never be able to do that again. He trains companion dogs now for people with worse disabilities than his.
This article caught my attention yesterday because I work with developmentally disabled adults. The research in this article has found that there is a possible link between mental illness in parents with autistic children. While this would be great at linking certain genetic qualities to autism, this article worries me a bit and I feel the need to provide some education on the subject.
That’s right, for all you activists out there still insisting that the solution to Virginia Tech could have been saved by a crowded room of scared, untrained students all firing at once, here is a situation that was actually handled correctly!
I understand that praying gives the person who is praying a comfort and peace in a rough situation, but to have a National Day of Prayer so that a bunch of Christians can get together and feel like they are doing something? Ridiculous. If they care so much about the world to sit around and pray, why don’t they go out and pick up trash while they pray, or donate money to a hospice or something? When I want to do something good for the world, I volunteer. Take note, religious nut-bags.
On Google News this morning I found an article called U.S. Shed Fewer Jobs Than Expected in April. My first reaction to the headline and the first paragraph was hopeful. We’ve only lost 20,000 jobs. And according to a related article on NPR, we’ve gained more in the medical field! But should we really be jumping for joy right away? We may be jumping the gun if we do that.
I’m sure you’ve all heard, “If Jesus can walk on water, Chuck Norris can walk on Jesus.” And maybe even, “Chuck Norris doesn’t lift weights, when he touches them, they try to fly away and he pulls them back down.” But I have an even better reason why Chuck Norris is great. He brings people together.
That’s the price I pay per gallon in my area.
And I can’t even get public transit to get me to work on time, even if I leave an hour early.
That’s America’s love affair with oil for you. We can fight wars for oil in Africa and the Middle East, but I can’t get ten miles with a fucking bus pass.
You know, I used to have pride in my country…
I was pissed at a friend for still trying to justify the Iraq war and for not caring that we’ve finally hit the 4,000 dead soldier mark for a war we shouldn’t be fighting, so I wrote the following on my DeviantArt page. I think it’s a bit much, but people don’t understand how hard it is to live in an America that is unrecognizable from America that taught the ideals of equality, peace, humanity and justice.
My mom was a little upset by the last blog I posted. A life-long Christian and recent LDS convert, she can’t seem to get past the whole “I didn’t come from monkeys!” idea.