I’m so tired of these religionists who preach an imperfect God.
They tell us that inorder for God to know the future, He has to travel to a fix point; that the future is happening right now and God has to go there.
Um, hello?
God is outside of time.
He is forever; the Alpha and Omega.
He always is and forever shall be.
God created time as you and I know it.
They like to go to Ninevah.
Jonah was going and warning the people that if they did not repent, God would destroy them in 40 days.
This does not support the imprefect God religion.
This simply illustrates thta God changes His mind.
God can change His mind and know the future as well.
He loves us and wants us all to come to Him and be saved.
If His love was not perfect, He would never change His mind.
See, these religionists will point to Ninevah but avoid, at all costs, the book of Revelation.
God took John into the future.
He told John to write down what he saw.
We are told that every knee *will* bow, not that every knee *may* bow.
God knows it will happen.
Now, unless you imperfect God religionists want to tell me that the book of Revelation is simply one of an infinite amount of possible futures and is not going to happen as God said it would…
All throughout the Bible, God tells us events that are going to happen.
Those events came true.
Revelation was given the same way.
If God did not know the future, how could He have told us these events, “predicted” them?
God knows the future, changes His mind and loves us so perfectly that He gives us the free will to make choices and come to Him.
For our puny little minds to try to explain God outside of the Bible is foolishness.
Simply accept what the Bible tells you as truth, as it is.
Don’t try to use faulty logic to explain events and ideas that are not presented to us by God through His Word.
The Bible clearly and plainly illustrates God changing His mind, loving us and knowing the future.
God is perfect; how could He *NOT* be able to do all these things?
I choose to be.
Why did I choose that?
I’m not in love with, cannot be in love with a woman.
No, I love women; I just cannot love a woman.
I’m a hopeless romantic.
I’m in love with being in love.
I love the textures and smells of a woman.
I love the laughter; the looks they give and the sounds they make.
I love the thoughts, remarks and the feel of women.
I love their hair and skin and eyes.
I love making meals and lighting candles;
flowers and poems and candy and those long, soft kisses that make time fly by.
I love writing cheesy songs that don’t rhyme but make sense.
Surprises and plans.
I love dressing up and dressing down.
I love holding hands and touching toes.
Women are both mysterious and exciting.
Always new and constantly inviting.
Never dull and sometimes sad;
I love women though they drive me mad.
See, it’s not a woman with whom I’m in love.
It’s the whole pinstripe suit, calling her a dame and telling her she has great gams (from the Italian word, gamba – legs), that I love.
I love being in a room with women.
Lightly drawing my fingers across their skin until my hands go numb.
I love combing wet hair until it dries and is so shiny I can see myself.
I love finding my reflection in their eyes.
I love crooked smiles and soft, muttered cries.
Women are both and obsession and forbidden to me.
For it’s not the woman in whom I’m in love, you see?
It’s love with which I’m in love.
And being in love for me is simply not meant to be.
I’m single because I choose to be.
Because a woman is too much for me.
I’m in love with being in love.
And women deserve so much more than that.
You hear it every day.
Millions of years this and millions of years that.
Then comes Mount Saint Helens, only 20 some odd years ago.
You find fossils, petrified logs and other formerly organics and you find striation all over the place.
Before that was Pompeii.
Just shy of 2000 years ago and now we have fossilized people and an entire city.
Wait, there’s more…
Lo’ihi, Hawaii’s newest island and volcano.
Not 30 years ago, Hawaii was the newest island and still the most active.
There was no new island, yet.
20 years ago it was said that it would take 250,000 years before Lo’ihi reached the surface.
In the 90’s those numbers were revised to 150,000 years and now days they tell us that under 50,000 years, at it’s current rate, the island will break the surface.
A bit of seismic activity and suddenly newly formed volcanic islands have canyons and valleys once thought to be millions of years old.
In decades, new islands in the north Atlantic have turned green with life and now support large ecosystems.
Erosion (wind, rain and sea) have done in decades what the evolutionary religionists claim takes millions.
In fact, if we believed anything the evolutionary religionists claimed, Pompeii, Mt. St. Helens and Hawaii would not exist!
Leave religion to the catholics, I say.
If you’re going to study science, trust the findings; trust reality and not your false religious beliefs!
Here in Colorado and the Nation, there is a continuing war between legal immigrants and the illegal.
Those on the far, militant left want to claim that Americans are “anti-hard workersâ€; that these “hard workers†come to this country to work hard for their employers, to save their money and spend it wisely.
They imply (very rudely, and directly) that Americans are not dedicated to their employers; that we are not hard workers and that we don’t work long hours.
They also imply that these illegal immigrants are here working for measly wages.
Let me correct that Godless, liberal, commie left that supports and encourages illegal activity in America:
I am an American.
I work most weeks, more than 70 hours.
I have two jobs and usually only get paid for 50 of those hours.
I rarely take vacation time and in fact had to use two of my vacation days just to get Christmas Day and New Years Day off.
My full time employer doesn’t pay for unused vacation time so I’ve lost more than I’ve used.
I’ve used only 5 days of sick time in the 4+ years I’ve work there and that was because I had surgery and my boss relayed that if he saw me return to work before the Doctor approved, that I would be fired.
Add to that, I don’t have any health insurance and I pay taxes.
When I was a civil engineer, the “undocumented workers†who worked for the concrete companies made more than I did and they never paid taxes.
When my apartment complex was bought and turned over to a low-income housing project, they tore up all the “Green/plants†and paved/rocked it all (zeroscaping to the extreme).
All of the workers with the exception of the “leads†were undocumented illegals.
They also made $17+ an hour.
They stood around most of the time.
Same with the concrete workers and same with most undocumented workers with whom I’ve worked over the decades.
Right here in my complex, we have 4 and 5 single men living in one, one bedroom apartments.
They pay low rent and make more than I do.
Combined, their household income is at least 10 times mine and yet they pay the same rent and send most of it out of the Country without paying a dime in taxes because they are 10-99 contract workers so that their bosses don’t pay any taxes either.
So don’t lie to Americans in order to justify illegal immigration.
We work hard, get crap and pay taxes.
We take lower wages because of these illegals.
We pay higher insurance premiums and most can’t afford insurance at all because of all our tax dollars going to the illegal immigrants.
Our lives are much worse thanks to illegal immigration and it encourages those who do the right thing and come to this country legally to go the “easy route†and simply come into this country illegally.
And that is what the Godless, liberal, democrat wants to happen.
They want our lives to be equal to that of the countries from which these illegals are coming and they want us so support, encourage and reward the illegal activity.
Pray for them.
Kevin Simpson, staff writer for the Denver Post is a friend of the family and allowed to write the story of Dylan Bruning but had to wait until Dylan’s murder had been completed before printing it.
Wait, did I already give away my feelings about this ordeal?
Yup, you heard me correctly.
Dylan’s parents murdered him.
I mean, I’m not cold hearted; I feel for them, they lost their son, a five year old, living, breathing, human being.
But he was a living, breathing, human being.
He had a hard time doing all that but he did it, assisted or otherwise.
The article said that the parents were praised as heros for the efforts, love and dedication they exuded during their son’s brief yet painful life with them.
They even went to a “Christian” pastor and they got the Children’s Hospital to condone the murder.
Anybody surprised by either of those?
Gist of the story:
A couple has a baby.
The baby had a heart attack in the womb and was born with life altering health problems.
The baby grows to a five year old but has lived a very tortured life because of the health issues that pretty much made the child unable to do anything or communicate.
The mother and father decide to stop feeding the boy and only give him his medication and water.
They throw a “last meal” party to celebrate the event.
The child lasts 24 days before starving to death.
The mother and father say they put him in God’s hands.
“Put him in God’s hands”?
Trying to blame God for his murder?
Smooth move, mom and dad!
Did you know there is even an official form called “The Death At Home Procedure”?
How sad is all this?
Pray for his parents, people.
That they don’t have more children and that the repent of the murder.
Dylan’s gone but his parents have to live with his murder every day of their lives.
Pray for them.
“I don’t want to be the kind to hesitate, be too shy, wait too late
I don’t care what they say other lovers do,
I just want to dance with you.
I gotta feeling that you have a heart like mine,
So let it show, let it shine.
If we have a chance to make one heart of two,
I just want to dance with you.
I want to dance with you, twirl you all around the floor
That’s what they intended dancin’ for,
I just want to dance with you.
I want to dance with you, hold you in my arms once more,
That’s what they invented dancin’ for,
I just want to dance with you.
I caught you lookin’ at me when I looked at you,
Yes I did, ain’t that true?
You won’t get embarrassed by the things I do,
I just want to dance with you.
Oh the boys are playin’ softly and the girls are too,
So am I and so are you.
If this was a movie, we’d be right on cue,
I just want to dance with you.
I want to dance with you, twirl you all around the floor
That’s what they intended dancin’ for,
I just want to dance with you.
I want to dance with you, hold you in my arms once more,
That’s what they invented dancin’ for,
I just want to dance with you.
I just want to dance with you,
I just want to dance with you,
I just want to dance with you.”
18 Ways To Be A Good Liberal (Wait, is that an oxymoron?):
1. You have to be against capital punishment, but support abortion on demand.
2. You have to believe that businesses create oppression, and governments create prosperity.
3. You have to believe that guns in the hands of law-abiding citizens are more of a threat than U.S. nuclear weapons technology in the hands of Chinese and North Korean communists.
4. You have to believe that there was no art before federal funding.
5. You have to believe that global temperatures are less affected by cyclical changes in the earth’s climate and more affected by soccer moms driving SUV’s.
6. You have to believe that gender roles are artificial, but being homosexual is natural.
7. You have to believe that the AIDS virus is spread by a lack of federal funding.
8. You have to believe that the same teacher who can’t teach 4th-graders how to read is somehow qualified to teach those same kids about sex.
9. You have to believe that hunters don’t care about nature, but PETA activists do.
10. You have to believe that self-esteem is more important than actually doing something to earn it.
11. You have to believe that Mel Gibson spent $25 million of his own money to make The Passion Of The Christ for financial gain only.
12. You have to believe the NRA is bad because it supports the Constitution, while the ACLU is good because it opposes parts of the Constitution.
13. You have to believe that taxes are too low, but ATM fees are too high.
14. You have to believe that Margaret Sanger and Gloria Steinem are more important to American history than Thomas Jefferson, Gen. Robert E. Lee, and Thomas Edison.
15. You have to believe that standardized tests are racist but racial quotas and set-asides are not.
16. You have to believe that the only reason socialism hasn’t worked anywhere it’s been tried is because the right people haven’t been in charge.
17. You have to believe that homosexual parades displaying drag, transvestites and bestiality should be constitutionally protected and manger scenes at Christmas should be illegal.
18. You have to believe that this message is a part of a vast, right wing conspiracy.
Here’s an old Marine Poem, I recall seeing back in Japan in the late 80’s.
It’s making the rounds on the net so I thought I’d share it for y’all here.
It was written by James M. Schmidt, who was a Lance Corporal stationed in Washington, D.C., when he wrote the poem back in 1986.
As Corporal Schmidt said in December 2002:
*”The true story is that while I was serving as Battalion Counter Sniper at the Marine Barracks 8th & I, Washington, DC, under Commandant P.X. Kelly and Battalion Commander D.J. Myers [in 1986], I wrote this poem to hang on the door of the Gym in the BEQ. When Colonel Myers came upon it, he read it and immediately had copies sent to each department at the Barracks and promptly dismissed the entire Battalion early for Christmas leave. The poem was placed that day in the Marine Corps Gazette, distributed worldwide and later submitted to Leatherneck Magazine.”*
Schmidt’s original version, entitled “Merry Christmas, My Friend,” was published in Leatherneck (Magazine of the Marines) in December 1991, a full two years before it was supposedly “written” by someone else on Christmas Eve 1993 (and had appeared in the Barracks publication Pass in Review four years before it was printed in Leatherneck).
Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone.
I had come down the chimney, with presents to give
and to see just who in this home did live
As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.
With medals and badges, awards of all kind,
a sobering thought soon came to my mind.
For this house was different, unlike any I’d seen.
This was the home of a U.S. Marine.
I’d heard stories about them, I had to see more,
so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home.
He seemed so gentle, his face so serene,
Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine.
Was this the hero, of whom I’d just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?
His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan.
I soon understood, this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night,
owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.
Soon around the Nation, the children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year,
because of Marines like this one lying here.
I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye.
I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.
He must have awoken, for I heard a rough voice,
“Santa, don’t cry, this life is my choice
I fight for freedom, I don’t ask for more.
My life is my God, my country, my Corps.”
With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep,
I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still.
I noticed he shivered from the cold night’s chill.
So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
and covered this Marine from his toes to his head.
Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold,
with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.
And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside.
I didn’t want to leave him so quiet in the night,
this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure,
said “Carry on, Santa, it’s Christmas Day, all secure.”
One look at my watch and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi and goodnight.
It’s CHRISTmas time again.
The time when Christians celebrate the birth of Jesus.
The time when the religionists want to remove Christ from CHRISTmas.
The Godless religionists have tried (and succeeded in some places) to remove Christ from this country.
From our schools, public offices, from our foundations, laws and history.
When CHRISTmas comes along they get extra upset by the mention of God.
I used to get very upset at what I thought was hypocrisy commited by these people.
They quote the whole seperation of Church and state myth.
Then they take out all mention of God and teach their religions:
homosexuality
humanism
evolution
atheism
islam
mormonism
catholocism
and all the other religions I got too lazy to include.
But then I got to thinking, they really know what they are doing.
That “seperation of Church & state” myth says “Church” not religion.
The word “Church” when used there and in the Bible means “The Body”.
Ekklesia in Greek means the body, gathering, assmebly of people who have been called up to join the rest.
Christians are called together, into the body of Christ, the Ekklesia.
The Church.
Not the catholic religions church, that’s an industry.
So these Godless religionists are keeping the Church seperate from the state, seperate from schools and the like and inserting religion.
It sad.
I don’t know how they’ll explain all the Federal Holidays such as Easter, CHRISTmas and Thanksgiving which are because of Christians.
Or how they’ll explain the foundation of this Country, the reason the Pilgrims came over here or the reason for the laws and Constitution in this Country.
I’m sure they’ll explain it away by creating yet another religion, in spite of God.
I know y’all doubt the story of Proctor & Gamble and since their products (tons of them) are some of the best and cheapest in the market, you continue to buy their stuff.
BUT…
Here is a link to the GLAAD (Homosexuals against defamation) site.
It’s a site that decries those who oppose anything sinful ( it concentrates on the homosexual sin).
On that site is this list; of all their supporters.
Here is a PDF doc you can dowload of that page so you can have it at home.