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"I'M SO POOR I CAN'T EVEN HEAR THE PRESIDENT SPEAK"
"DISCONNECTED"
You know it's one thing to be disconnected...I get that, times get bad, things have to go from time to time, yeah it's the story of any given person...but to be so poor that disconnected means just that...that you're absolutely disconnected from society...come on that's a little harsh. I'm sitting here right now and I can't tell ya what the weather's gonna be, can't tell ya what the traffic looks like from here to there, and I can't tell ya if we're in the middle of some nuclear fallout...I just don't know....but you wanna know what the funny thing is...is, I may be "disconnect" and all, but there are these random channels; a select handful of channels I can gaze upon, and every single one of "these" channels are non-stop infomercials??? I can sit here all day and "shop" for garbage, (when I can't afford the bill??? see my point...), but I can't be invited to hear our President, "Address the Nation"...I'm not understanding the reasoning at this point...at least back in the day when I couldn't afford my "cable" I could pull out the ol' bunny-ears, but hell that's not even an option anymore...I think "the poor have been trapped"...we are set for elimination...they can talk all day long and we'll never know what's been said...creepy. Our options are now limited to what we can afford and it seems now there's a price just to know what's going on within our nation. I say this now cause in less than two weeks I'm sure this precious little internet of mine, the phone, all my connections will be a memory of a time when I was a part of an economic class.. "The Great Lower-Middle Class"... but even that's a slight blur...Hell, at least if I were only "Poor" I'd still be in the game, as of now, I'm sliding into "Homeless"...and that's the truth... but yeah, if all hell breaks loose out there, and anyone feels so inclined, can someone please run through the "ghettos" and let all us po'folks know the end is coming...that would be great... thanks.
Signed: "Can anybody hear me?" "How's the weather?"
For the longest time I have noticed the excuses and reasoning behind the constant removal of "Faith" within our struggling system... The commandments within a courtroom, prayer within the schools, deprecating the face of our currency by removing such words, and so on and so on....Within this constant change in efforts to try to "please", the politicians are abandoning the simple hearts of the common man. This nation was founded on the belief that we are one...under GOD. My question is... will we now change the "Pledge of Allegiance"..?? Or just pretend it doesn't exist? Our heritage as a nation, is slowly becoming extinct, as we thrive to manage a melting pot of beliefs...Our attempts to constantly control, only brings forth a whole new set of guidelines and standards, seemly unjust to a system preaching
Freedom
You know I would never go to another country and attempt to understand the beliefs in which they worship and no matter what...just because my beliefs may differ from their own, I wouldn't attempt to change things in efforts to prove a point. Why is our Government so easily wavered?...this is a concern as well. What is it that we stand for...really? So many have fled to our nation for no other reason than to have the freedom to worship...and praise, a GOD OF ALL UNDERSTANDING, without the fear of prosecution. Though I ask, where is the freedom that these foreign dreamers believe in...so much so that they'd be willing to move mountains to obtain such promises...I believe we do have "Freedom of Religion" to a curtain extent... freedom as long as it's not in the public schools, not in the courtroom, not announced as a nation, not staring you in the face as you attempt to spend that hard earned money, and so on and so on... You know instead of completely abandoning this issue, why haven't attempts been made to STAND, though understand. In schools, there can be time given for personal silence, in the courts there could be a governing, "God of Our Understanding", there are ways to give each individual the right to choose and praise if their faith in so inclined...You know I'm not one to fall upon a Bible, and march my way to church...though I must say I do believe, and have faith... I find comfort in the thoughts of never being alone, and a power that's greater than myself...I can say that I surrender to prayer...as I find comfort in feeling that all can and does get better, through asking for help... but to completely disregard the fact we, as a whole, "Are" or can be governed by a "power of better living", doesn't seem quite right... we must be thriving for "A" greater good, in some ways or another...maybe if the wording isn't right to fit the means of today...find a new way of saying... "One Nation...Under God"... Amen... T.Hall
* Below is the article, that moved me to write this blog...*
Alabama
Judge
Some of you may be wondering what Judge Roy Moore has been doing since he was removed from the bench for refusing to remove the Ten Commandments from his courtroom wall. Please read the poem he wrote. It's below his picture.
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The following is a poem written by Judge Roy Moore from Alabama . Judge Moore was sued by the ACLU for displaying the Ten Commandments in his courtroom foyer. He has been stripped of his judgeship and now they are trying to strip his right to practice law in Alabama ! The judge's poem sums it up quite well.
America the beautiful,
or so you used to be.
Land of the Pilgrims' pride;
I'm glad they'll never see.
Babies piled in dumpsters,
Abortion on demand,
Oh, sweet land of liberty;
your house is on the sand.
Our children wander aimlessly
poisoned by cocaine
choosing to indulge their lusts,
when God has said abstain
From sea to shining sea,
our Nation turns away
From the teaching of God's love
and a need to always pray
We've kept God in our
temples,how callous we have grown.
When earth is but His footstool,
and Heaven is His throne.
We've voted in a government
that's rotting at the core,
Appointing Godless Judges;
who throw reason out the door,
Too soft to place a killer
in a well deserved tomb,
But brave enough to kill a baby
before he leaves the womb.
You think that God's not
angry,that our land's a moral slum?
How much longer will He wait
before His judgment comes?
How are we to face our God,
from Whom we cannot hide?
What then is left for us to do,
but stem this evil tide?
If we who are His children,
will humbly turn and pray;
Seek His holy face
and mend our evil way:
Then God will hear from Heaven;
and forgive us of our sins,
He'll heal our sickly land
and those who live within.
But, America the Beautiful,
If you don't - then you will see,
A sad but Holy God
withdraw His hand from Thee.
~~Judge Roy Moore~~
This says it all. May we all forward this message and offer our prayers for Judge Moore to be blessed and for America to wake up and realize what we need to do to keep OUR America the Beautiful.
Pass this on and let's lift Judge Moore up in Prayer.He has stood firm and needs our support.
IN GOD WE TRUST!
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You know... sometimes, you have the time, to take your time... or so you may think. First and foremost this blog is very informal... just a cosmic question in attempts to achieve understanding... Am I the only one that is haunted by such humbling afflictions of ungodly timing?
Why is it that when you find yourself in the most peculiar situation, youre haunted with the ugliest of bodily functions? Like when you're getting a ride from someone you have great respect for, or walking up a flight of stairs and have someone walking up right behind you, or walking out of a room; being the only one to have occupied such space, and have someone walk in right behind you...Here's one I know I'm not alone in...That moment within a new, fresh relationship; you know, in the beginning where getting into bed is still exciting... the minute you lay your head down and get comfortable...there it is!! You are struck with this deep fear, having this overwhelming desire to PASS GAS...you're laying there; scared to move, for fear the smallest of evils may find their way to the surface of the covers...you laugh with the moments shared lying there in bed but tears engulf your eyes, knowing the pain is getting stronger; for having to hold it in...then you get that moan in your stomach, like your hungry, but it's the" back-up of a bad decision"...your loved one looks over, and makes a comment along the lines of...Baby you hungry?"..."What's wrong, is it the movie?"...you put on a cute smile as your mind echoes the comment, "If you only knew"...."It's not about the movie, it's about dinner".
What about this one...In the middle of an orientation/interview; where the room is filled with silent people; all taking a timed entrance level test...sitting on those cheap plastic chairs...you can't even half way make a mistake on those things, even your leg could stick, and have you trying to explain yourself. Do you realize the ability to be heard in that situation...and let me tell ya, you can't get up; the test depends on your time, you can't move; the idea of that chair has you paralyzed... and the thought process of it all has your mind completely away from the test..And there you go again having everyone around you thinking you need a burger, or just moved to tears for some odd reason.
But, the Grandmother of them all... this one is the whole reason I stated this blog... I can't tell you the extent of such a horrid situation. I do, in fact, believe the whole thing has scarred me for life. See, the one thing in the world, that I just can't do... is well, is, you know,...GO,...in public. And when I say in public, that means anyone other than myself...Not a friends house, not the mall, not anywhere; not even in my own home; if someone is visiting..I just can't go... I even stay nervous sharing a hotel room; sitting there, hoping they'll leave for a minute, to get ice, or go for a walk...anything to have a least two seconds to, "push and flush and spray"...and then pray. You're just hoping against the odds, of a being placed within a very awkward moment. Speaking of awkward; let me tell ya my sorry...let me set the moment.....
You're sitting at home, all alone, doing a little cleaning around the house; relaxing at a flow that sets a, "moment of contentment". A little lunch here, Days of Our Lives, or A&E there... music; if it moves you as such, and just enjoying the comforts of the phone NOT ringing off-the-hook. Then all of sudden, the desire so fits the intermission of your schedule program, that you accept the gesture and take that faithful walk.... The Bathroom Visit...no company, no stress. Youre noticing, "Wow... it's nice when sometimes, you have the time, to just take your time..." You sit and ponder the meaning of life, and hell within that moment decide what your planning for dinner... scan through a magazine, reflect on how much you need to clean the bathroom..Finding that one thing you couldn't remember earlier in the afternoon has just magically POPPED inside your head...all this, as you sit on the "thinking chair"... Comfortable yes... relieved, so much so you forget you were trying to make it back before the commercials break, yes...forgetting the "funk" that your sitting in the middle of, as you were pondering the meaning of life..YES...At that very moment, as you began to "courtesy flush" on your behalf...there is a knock on the bathroom door!!! The only bathroom in the house mind you...It's your sister, and it's not just your sister's voice you hear; she has company with her. And might I add, they are standing in the room right next to the bathroom..."There's someone I want you to meet.." are the words that sound right outside the bathroom door...Unannounced and unaware...You stand pondering the situation and wondering if jumping out of a two story window wasn't the better of options...
Your mind screams....."Oh come on...are you serious?!!... I have been sitting here for God knows how long, absolutely marinating in "Booty Juice"... No candle, no match, and no spray...what the hell...should I turn on the shower and say I'll be out in 30 minutes? Then you notice the door isn't all the way pushed to, considering the day was relaxed with simplistic solitude... You know then just to give up...bite the bullet... wash your hands... and remove yourself from hiding. (Knowing the unsuspected guest are fixing to put a "face to the problem"). You walk out, just knowing you're pulling the bathroom with ya; feeling like the smell knows your name...Ears red, face burning, and trying to maintain a smile that displays comfort, you enter into this awkward situation and maintain conversation...pretending that the room isn't filled with this strange odor. Though within that whole time frame; the people, the faces, the conversations, they were all just a mere fog, compared to the one thing you remember subsequent to leaving the "thinking chair"...The only thing that echoes your mind about that moment...When you thought the situation could in no way get anymore uncomfortable...There was one question asked that was heard above all other...a question changing it all...
Can I use your bathroom? I died...
So, I ask this question once again...Why is it when you find yourself in the most peculiar situations, your haunted with the ugliest of bodily functions...
Why is it that my body becomes such a humbling affliction at the most undesired moments? Is it that my body is a constant reminder to forever remain humble...or is it that I'm trying too hard to keep everyone from knowing...that..
....inside...I really...stink...
Tanya
I have spent 16 years of my life, throwing everything away. Trying my hardest to understand what is it that's in me, that just won't let me experience, happiness. Since high school, the only way I've known how to cope..with life in general, was having myself a drink...or two.. or four.. hell all I wanted to do was pass out. Drinking became something I'd do if I was happy, if I was hurt..then it just became everything about who I was.. I hurt the world around me, and spent my life losing the things I would finally obtain for myself..Well, now after so long.. it's come to the point to where to I give that bottle my life? I have found myself falling faster and faster with no means of escape. A stranger found me passed out on the road, took me to the hospital.. my mother found me face down in the basement..she thought I was dead... it's effected my body in such a way that I haven't a clue what all the damage may be at this point...throwing up blood and not remembering one day to the next.. I never knew what day it was or how long I had stayed in a state of "Blackout"... My family spent most of their time trying to fill in the missing pieces for me, only adding shame to my failure. I have said for years..that's it..no more.. and my family listened every time and they have heard it all... so I hate to ever say I can become a different woman, and them believe me.. but this is about believing in myself.. I haven't given myself the time needed to pull things together.. I just never wanted to give up my security blanket, my fall-back plan..Though this past go round almost took my life and for the first time, I was scared of me..and what I'm doing to myself.. there are people out there right now, dying, but wanting to live...crying daily at the thought of having to leave the ones they love and their loved ones crying at the thought of not being able to save them...and me...I'm dying for a reason to live... I though of my niece , she's 2 and loves me beyond belief... she would never understand what happened to her aunt and I don't want anyone to have to come to my funeral because I was too weak to just TRY... really TRY.. I think the most wonderful thing anyone has said to me in a long time..came from my sister.. just the other day.. I was explaining to her how hopeless I felt and how I spend so much time crying for mistakes I can't fix...I want to change and I told my sister..,"but I know all this has been said before"..and she replied...but there is always hope...my sister has stood at my side through it all.. and for that I am grateful.. but for the hope she reminded me of..I will forever be blessed...
September 26th 2007 21:34
What makes a person, make a decision, that could; and usually does, have a direct effect on the people around them... Living through the belief that, "Well, I'm not hurting anyone.".Leaving no signs, that the entire circumstance, has manifested any type of emotion... Knowing the decision to be a selfish one; though playing a passive role in weighing the consequences. Is this the adolescent gesture of a grown mind..or is this an adolescent mind within a grown gesture. What makes me disregard the ones standing the closest to me? Why would their tears be of no consequence when it came down to that final decision..what draws a person to be so selfish, to the point that you would lease such a commodity from those you claim to love...tears are eternal and every single one moved to fall, carries a piece of a broken heart..one can not just forget such emotion; such pain of betrayal...so with that in mind..is an apology truly ever heard?..Can an apology be enough where such resentment is born through the reality of having been placed before such tears, in the first place. Can someone truly be trusted again? With having no apparent purpose and no guided reason for such decision; will a situation ever be enough to hold the power of trust...And why are such decisions made at the height of me finally "getting off the ground"? Why when things start looking up for me..I make the world around me look down? Is contentment too content for a restless soul? Does happiness scare me so, that I jeopardize my own stance in life? Knowing how fast such a decision can tear my world apart, I have still stood at the edge of my world and jumped...knowing I would be lucky if this little trip didn't take, "my all"..from me.. These answers, I am in search for... due to the fact, that I have placed myself in a position where I have lost it all..I turned away a caring soul, to lose myself..and almost didn't come out in the end..but what hurts more than the material things that I had to let go of...is the thought of losing my heart.. I had the one I loved the most in life, turn me away and let me go...So I ask...what makes a person, make a decision, that could; and usually does, have a direct effect on the people around them...mine was VODKA... T.Hall
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