Free Speech is not something that happens naturally. We all must work to be understood. We must use carefully chosen words, pictures, and stories to illustrate what we are truely trying to say. Because it is only then that we can truely speak freely.
1) fathers have NO BUSINESS teaching their daughters about sex in such an intimate way.
2) how to behave with a husband should be something the husband and wife should be figuring out ALONE.
3) He used the Bible to justify his actions!
4) his wife and church decided to support him through the trial. My question was who was supporting the daughters? And what sort of support is the wife and church offering?
It is cases like these that i wonder how do some people get so confused with sex and religion and rights with wrongs...
A friend of mine recently changed her name. It was kinda interesting because i think she's wanted to change her name for a couple of years now. She sent me an email to tell me that the courts had officially approved the name change. She went on to say that the person she was previously known by is no more. She's a new woman with a new name.
Does a name really change who you are?
Shakespeare, very eloquently, suggest that a rose by any other name would still smell as sweet. But a more modern writer, Terry Pratchett, suggests that changing the name of an object, actually changes its properties.
They can't both be right, can they?
Well, actually yes, they can.
You see it all comes down to a matter of semantics and psychology. While its true that a rose may continue to contain all its current properties, no matter its name, the changing of the name changes the emphasis put upon the object. So if we started calling a rose a THORNY BUSH, we might lose the focus on its fragrance and begin to notice its thorns more often. The flower itself would not change but we'd see it in a new light.
So now that my friend is no longer the person that she was yesterday. Is she still my friend?
She assures me that remains the same as yesterday.
As the rain pelted the ground i noticed that the living creatures all moved out of its way. Perhaps we are all like the wicked witch who melts in the face of water. Or perhaps its all much less mystical. After all the worms still enjoy a good shower.
The irony here is that the one person in the neighbourhood who is the witch, moves outdoors for this solomn occasion and waters her plants. It is probably her belief that God is evil that makes her ensure her plants get the proper amount of water during a rain storm. Maybe God doesn't water her plants because she's a witch.
The local handyman isn't letting the rain bother him either. He's mowing his lawn. He understands that rain causes the grass to grow and he isn't going to let his lawn get the chance to be lush and green THIS time. I just heard the motor sputter, so perhaps the witch is encouraging him to allow the plants to grow. Either that or she threw water on him and he was forced to move indoors.
The sun is out again and the close on the line hang limp and dripping. I suppose the rain really is a problem for some things.
After a week's absence i'm back. well, i'm posting a new blog entry that i'm sure will be immediately picked up by the local and national paper. Well, maybe not the paper, but i'm sure talk back radio would enjoy a quick read of my blog on-air. It would bring heaps of people out of the woodworks to talk about the latest issue that i'm blogging about...which today will be Darren Hayes.
Well, not exactly about Darren Hayes, more to do with his husband. You see, Darren married a man who isn't an australian citizen. (shame on him) THis means, every time he comes back to his country getting hubby in is suddenly a lot of hard work. Sure he can come in on a tourist visa, but he can't work on that. He can't stay more than 3 months on that (unless he gets a special tourist visa). This makes Mr. Hayes very upset because every other heterosexual spouse of an australian has "little" trouble getting in.
While i appreciate Darrens predicament. I think he need to realise something. Australia will NEVER open its arms to foreigners...even if they are very good looking british men. Sorry, mate. Take a deep breath and realise the truth. Immigration to the sun-burnt country is hard, even for a straight non-famous person.
Here is a great scene from (near the end of) the film Arsenic and Old Lace. To help the scene makes more sense, the wine in the sceen is poisoned but the two villians don't know.
A drama critic and confirmed bachelor, Mortimer Brewster (Cary Grant), has written a number of books describing marriage as just an old-fashioned superstition. Nevertheless, he falls in love with and marries Elaine Harper (Priscilla Lane), who grew up next door to his old family home in Brooklyn.
Immediately after the marriage, he visits the bizarre relatives who still live there, two elderly aunts (Josephine Hull, Jean Adair) and his brother Teddy (John Alexander). Teddy thinks he's Theodore_Roosevelt; each time he goes upstairs he blows a bugle, yells "Charge!", and takes the stairs at a run (in imitation of Roosevelt's famous charge up San Juan Hill. Mortimer finds a corpse hidden in a window seat, and tells his aunts that Teddy must be sent to an asylum, as he has killed someone.
At this point, Mortimer's sweet, if misguided, aunts explain that they are responsible ("It's one of our charities"). They have developed what Mortimer calls the "very bad habit" of ending the presumed suffering of lonely old bachelors by serving them elderberry wine spiked with arsenic strychnine, and "just a pinch of cyanide". The bodies are buried in the basement by Teddy, who thinks he is digging locks for the Panama Canal and burying yellow fever victims.
To complicate matters further, Mortimer's other brother, Jonathan (Raymond Massey), arrives with his alcoholic accomplice, plastic surgeon Dr. Herman Einstein (played by Peter Lorre, and loosely based on gangland surgeon Joseph Moran), in tow. Jonathan is a vicious multiple murderer whose face, as altered by Einstein while drunk, resembles that of Boris Karloff in his makeup as Frankenstein's monster. This comparison is frequently noted in the film, much to Jonathan's annoyance. (This was originally a self-referential joke, as Karloff himself had played the character in the stage production). Jonathan, upon finding out his aunts' secret, decides to bury his own murder victims in the cellar (to which Abby and Martha object vehemently, because their victims were all nice gentlemen) and soon declares his intention to kill Mortimer.
Mortimer makes increasingly frantic attempts to stay on top of the situation as his bride waits for him next door, including multiple efforts to alert the bumbling local cops to the threat Jonathan poses to society. He worries whether he will go insane like the rest of his family. But eventually Jonathan is arrested, while Teddy and the two aunts are safely consigned to an asylum. In the end, Mortimer is overjoyed to learn that he was adopted and is not biologically related to the Brewsters after all. He is actually the son of a sea cook (in the original play, he happily tells Elaine that he's a bastard).
What is the value of your life? What do you contribute to your society? Do you contribute? If you answered no the the last question, you may be in danger of being lit on fire.
According to some teenagers in Japan, if you don't contribute to the society/economy, than you are no more valuable than rubbish or a stray animal. Thus, setting you on fire and distinguishing your existance helps clean the area for people who are more profitable than you are.
So next time you consider joining a nudist colony with strong communist overtones, remember the lessson from the teens: Do Something Important or Die Screaming.
I'm sure that my transportation to the dark dimensions is ensured by writing about this. Yet, i could not defend my journalistic nature if i didn't...plus i needed to update my blog for the week.
Jesus of the Week is a website dedicated to bringing you images of the Holy Lord in various commercialised glory. While some members of the Christian community will find this humourous and give a little chuckle that even Christians are not above commercialism, other will not find it so amusing. They may feel that Jesus is being made fun of.
Let me assure you: This may possibly be the case.
Yet, i still faithfully read the site. Mostly to remind myself not to get so caught up in looking the right way that i fall pray to the commercial Purana's that are willing to sell any gullible fish the next big Christian thang.
So without further ado...hhhhheeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre's JUSUS!
