Keith Olbermann: Burning of the Koran

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qROBHIFswOA

Terry Jones...a minister?!!! haha What a freaking joke. My goodness how to articulate in a rational manner the pure bile that this ...man of God(I use this term loosely) spews? If you hadn't heard yet, Mr.Jones plans to and encourages his church (yes, gasp this man runs a church) to burn the koran in ...memory(?) of the 9/11 disaster. First of all, tell me how this act speaks on the lives that were lost on that horrific day, please? What healing or positivity can be gained from such an act of terrorism? Is not the job of a "holy man" to ease tensions, create harmony and extend tolerance and love? WWJD, Mr.Jones?

What happened that day was perpetrated with the illest of intent...to destroy not just parts of America but a part of our souls as a people. New York and the targets were symbols of our great nation in many ways, like a Christian's bible. They torched that! They did their best to tear us apart by defacing a beloved thing. A terrorist faction did that, not a religion! The koran is a beautiful book full of stories, fables, morals, just like the book we call the bible. It is a specially depraved person that can twist the words of a higher ideal into something sinister.   Now, Mr.Jones plans to do the same thing to show them that we, are the good guys? The good guys that are doing the exact same thing the terrorists did. Terrorism is not a racial term my dear idiotic freaking small-minded bible thumping neanderthal! It is a label given to any person(s) or factions that means to do harm to another. For clarifications sake let me quote Mr.Webster to be accurate:

ter·ror·ism

–noun

1.the use of violence(burning: check) and threats to intimidate or coerce, esp. for political purposes.

2.the state of fear (eliminating their bible ie,a threat to anyone that holds that book in reverance, Fear: check)and submission produced by terrorism or terrorization.

3.a terroristic method of governing or of resisting a government(ie, religion, faction, idealogy, etc: check).

 

Well, well Mr.Jones, it appears that I am not the only person that understands YOU ARE A TERRORIST!!!

Friggin’ Facebook!

I'm not going to Facebook!

My whole life my mother has taught me to not follow the crowd, the trends, but to find the path that I choose all on my own. This is my resistance to Facebook but there is more.The one exception to this rule I made was MySpace. I came to MySpace reluctantly, so many years ago. Truthfully, I have never had that social need that the masses seem to derive from these social networks. For me, friends really have to be that to have a place on my "friends" list! Is it really such an odd concept? However, MySpace hooked me! I love the creativity to be found and experienced there from silly apps to the themes and even the base knowledge you learn from applying html for comments and backgrounds, etc. So it took me a while to get there and then a new "thing" came up, Facebook. Now everyone is flocking there for the newest fix. Yes, I refuse to go on principal but also I feel sure that I will pour myself into that and then a new one will pop up.  No thank you, I'm not going to Facebook.

In conclusion, I'll probably end up going to Facebook but with a HELLA chip on my shoulder dangit!!!

September 7, 1968

Today is my best friends,DeVeers', birthday. The story of him and I becoming friends could make a great book and an even better love story had it went that way. It was mid 2002. We found one another on the all powerful America Online network for pen pals. He and I were both just looking to connect in a literary way, I think. I suppose in hindsight maybe we were both hoping for a romantic tyrst of sorts but fate had other things in mind. We did the normal getting to know each other, exchanging of stories for weeks, maybe months on end until one day we find we actually lived merely minutes away from one another. We met up one very long night at a local 24 hour Kmart haha We just walked around the store for hours talking, comparing lives.

It was barely two weeks later that he moved back to Connecticut. We lost touch for a few months, during his transition.One day out of the blue he returned to me, via an email and we began our friendship again over the phone for years. We melded together quickly. He and I both considered ourself outside the realm of the standard quo. We both were searching for things beyond this world and minds of most. Together we began that  journey, supporting one another and sharing what we learned.

Fate, yet again, stepped in and  brought us together again. DeVeer needed a change of scene and I provided that in my little apartment, with my son, Daniel in North Carolina. It was then we were really tested. I guess the glow wore off and the arguing began. They say you hurt the one you love the most. I am here to tell you that that tired cliche is true! We lived together for about three years learning how to love one another unconditionally...learning how a man and a woman can mean much more to each other than sex...realizing that sometimes our soulmates don't have to be the romantic one that all the movies dictate.

Fast forward 9 years later and DeVeer is still my one and only best friend. Come arguments, tears and many fears, he is still the one person I cannot live without.

My First Day

I was born in 1974 so I'm no spring chicken but neither am I the old lady yet. However, when it comes to technology and the latest fads you might call me the latter. For example, I don't have a Facebook (that was intentional) and I only joined MySpace about 3 years ago. I don't have a smartphone and to be honest, I don't want one, gasp! So here I am with one of the more modern social inventions, blogging. Why, you wonder? I can explain.

I'm here to alleviate the burden of my mind. I am here to exercise the thoughts that are pent up inside. I come here with the abject adoration of writing in mind. I worship the written word in all its forms and feel a constant need to express that. It's as if my fingers can hardly be still for want of the creative process. I'm not confident anyone will read this or find my words instilling a revelation but that matters not as long as my heart is allowed to be free.

In conclusion, if you find a moment to relate in, or a second of a smile then I am happy to have helped but if not, I am happier to have tried.