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27:4 One thing have I asked of the LORD, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the LORD, and to inquire in his temple. One thing have I asked of the lord, that I will seek after my brother; that I may dwell in this world all the days of my life, to behold the ugliness of the lord, and inquire in his absence. That the lord demands of me action. That the lord demands of me love, demands of me compassion. Demands of me to sell what I have, to feel the hungry. That the lord commands me to beg on bloody knee to be sent from him, banished from his glory, to see the dirty faces of the children he has put in our care. One thing have I asked of the lord, to leave us to our own devices. To deny our prayers. To turn his back and finally give us this eden, this hell to make our own. His house may be a wonder of many rooms but, given a choice, I will tend these fields, gather this harvest and leave him to ponder himself. We have work to do.
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Will they ever know Peace in Iraq?
Will they ever taste Fresh dates, sweet plums?
Will the fertile Euphrates or Tigris return Eden again?
Or will it be Another valley, Megiddo, That opens To receive us?
Our heart’s blood Paid a price too High and we are To hold the debt
And we are To pay And we are To dream desperate Visions of burning And we are Guilty
Will they ever know Peace in Iraq?
Someday, yes. But we never will Know peace again
We deserve the Bitter harvest And we will And we will
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We have all heard a friend (someone that seemed cool, usually) say it. Some of those reading this blog may say it themselves:
"I'm socially liberal and fiscally conservative."
To them I say this:
I want a pony!
What is the pony here? The pony is all these liberal social rights that these libertarian-types like: drug legalization and gay marriage and free speech and the like. All those things that young people think are cool. They are the pony. Got that? Pony.
Now, in their world everyone can have a pony. Free and clear (my blood parasites group), ponies are being given away to everyone that asks. You can have a pony, you can have all the free speech, all the gay marriage and all the legal pot you can stand. You can ride your pony to work or just hang with it on the couch eating Cheeze Poofs.
But, just because everyone has a pony doesn't mean this is a world of candy and candy apples. No, because ponies are expensive. You need stabling fees and you need to buy hay and maybe some sugar for a treat. If you want to ride your pony in shows, you may need to hire a trainer. All those things cost money.
So everyone gets a pony, but you have to pay for your own care and feeding. So the fact is, if you aren't rich, you may have to watch your pony weaken from starvation and die of exposure in your carport beside the 98 Honda that gets you to work 9 out of 10 days every two weeks.
So you have a pony you can care for. That leaves you with a few options... you could just not get a pony... you could sell or lease your pony to the rich family across town whose daughters don't want to share the pony they have... you could learn how to make glue. But the end of the story is the same: A pony is no good if you can't care for it. Look at how hard Homer had to work at the Quik-E-Mart!
Libertarians are just Republicans that like to smoke pot, and the socially liberal/fiscally conservative crowd likes to play the arcade games but don't want to have to buy tokens.
Taxes are the dues we pay to live in a free country. Social Security and public education and (if the democrats could get something done) universal health care and gumdrop incentives are the investment we make in the pony infrastructure.
Now you may be tempted to say that you have your stable and your pony gets oats three times a week and an apple a day. "Screw 'um!" you say about the people with Spanish Civil War emaciated ponies roaming the countryside. You got yours.
But what if a pony kicks over a lantern? What once was quaint is now a fire hazard and your pony, like that bum's is homeless and cold and your store of oats was ruined by the firemen, it is just soggy oatmeal now.
Face it, ponies are a spendy proposition. You can't afford one. There is a reason that only the rich girls that end up on MY SUPER SWEET 16 have ponies.
Now, in closing, remember the lesson: It does no good to be socially liberal if you are burning down the local barn.
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I read some of the 7 books as a kid and have fond memories of my cousins reading others of them to me when I would go visit. But I was young, as we all were once, and I have very little other than vague impressions of the books. Then I was in Target the other day and found all seven in one volume and it was, better yet!, on sale. So I bought it. Started to read it. So far, so good. I hope it holds up to what I remember. When I reread A Wrinkle in Time a few years back, it was even better than I remembered it being... I hope that means that young me had good taste. I saw the first movie with a friend and the girl he was kind of dating at the time and it was not very good, imho. I hope that the novel, when I get into it, is not as shallow, dualistic and sexist as the movie presented the story; I hope it is more the story I remember. I am busting through The Magician's Nephew right now and, so far, it is much more what I hoped and remembered than I feared it may be. The movie just sucked. Anyone know much about the Salvation Army? (abrupt change in topic, p.s.) My cousin has started attending a S.A. church and raves about it. I have met quite a few people in the past few years that seem to be having amazingly positive and socially engaged experience in the Salvation Army and I realized that, beyond the bell ringing, I didn't know much about them. This has been a random and poorly written blog, but I have a tummy ache and thing the blood is somewhere other than my brain.
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What can I do to get more blog reading traffic? I am writing my little heart out and can't get a reader to save my life. That's just me being dramatic. Resume your day.
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