"One person with a belief is equal to the force of 100 000 who have only interests." This is how fanatics and extremists can twist words to justify murder. Philosophical quotes, when they become subjective tools of ego and fanaticism, cease to uplift the spirit and become rationalization for evil. This one had blond hair and blue eyes.
..and used Jesus instead of Mohammed as an icon.
The next time you hear a friend or acquaintance babble babble babble about how the Tea Party or Political Christers can actually affect change in this country- read them the part in the Constitution about the ABSOLUTE separation of church and state.
What part of THOU SHALT NOT KILL is causing confusion out there?
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
More Shorter
More than one person has told me that my blog pieces are too long.
Okay.
Luckily creative writing is not like a haircut from the Korean woman I used to go to (because -as I became aware)-there are 2 kinds of haircuts in Korea.
Short (and Shorter.)
Faulkner would not survive in the blogosphere.
Melville would never even sign on.
Somewhere Milton and Lewis Carrol are laughing their asses off.
Am I the only one who can hear the demented chuckles from the ether?
Does being bipolar mean that Santa Claus actually lives in Antartica?
Bald IS beautiful.
Really?
Okay.
Luckily creative writing is not like a haircut from the Korean woman I used to go to (because -as I became aware)-there are 2 kinds of haircuts in Korea.
Short (and Shorter.)
Faulkner would not survive in the blogosphere.
Melville would never even sign on.
Somewhere Milton and Lewis Carrol are laughing their asses off.
Am I the only one who can hear the demented chuckles from the ether?
Does being bipolar mean that Santa Claus actually lives in Antartica?
Bald IS beautiful.
Really?
Thursday, July 7, 2011
ATTACK OF THE ADJECTIVES
"Definitively preposterously preposterous? Definitely?," she vacillated as he went about describing adjectives to an adverb-laden dilettantish malformed coquette enveloped in localized lamb-colored gravy spilt liquidly from the quavering blue-knuckled fingers of Bethesda's best cook turned writer's aid. The taste flecked spoon wavered like heat off a hot Arizona license plate.
Yet still, the moon rose haphazardly.
And yes-the night was as young as a newly blue whelped human tinwhistle screeching human caesarian section named, unbelievably....
Joe Emancipated Shmoe.
With a vitreous vitupurous toe.
hanging low.
ho......de......doe.
Finis en Scarletta
"Definitively preposterously preposterous? Definitely?," she vacillated as he went about describing adjectives to an adverb-laden dilettantish malformed coquette enveloped in localized lamb-colored gravy spilt liquidly from the quavering blue-knuckled fingers of Bethesda's best cook turned writer's aid. The taste flecked spoon wavered like heat off a hot Arizona license plate.
Yet still, the moon rose haphazardly.
And yes-the night was as young as a newly blue whelped human tinwhistle screeching human caesarian section named, unbelievably....
Joe Emancipated Shmoe.
With a vitreous vitupurous toe.
hanging low.
ho......de......doe.
Finis en Scarletta
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