The Republican National Committee's 2008 convention draft platform reads:
"We support abstinence education and oppose school-based clinics that provide referrals, counseling, and related services for abortion and contraception."
How far is too far? Do we sacrifice our children's well-being at the altar of misguided faith? Wasn't the lesson of Abraham and Isaac sufficient? (If you think ruining lives in this fashion is much different, I would argue otherwise.)
Faith, true faith, can be a wonderful and powerful force. True faith can change the world. The willful delusion borne of indoctrination is not faith. Willful ignorance is not faith. What good COMES of this?
Please realize that if you support a candidate, you support his party's platform. Voting in a system like ours can be pessimistically viewed as choosing the lesser evil, since you've got no line-item veto on your candidate's objectives.
This tumbled out almost fully formed, as my better poems seem to, my subconscious the better poet.
Made
Chew your boy slowly — it would NOT do for him to stick in your throat. Count! You would to well to follow the prescribed count as you chew. Do not fret if he's squeamish. These doubts will pass, he was bred to this purpose.
We warn that you make sure his feet are clad softly. If a pulsing cadence is experienced, this should not cause alarm; his training does not leave him in the gullet — he places one foot after another yet!
Our guidelines will lead you to satisfaction or we guarantee your money back.
The shackled wretch scrabbling beneath the barred door clutches these scraps of dreams finger-painted in sweat and filth, shreds them to prayers fervently whispered towards liberty.
Crossing the sill, moonlight's sudden cacophony bears them plummeting to the cobbles, quivering trinkets, feeble prey to the yowling cat, tribute for his fickle, dallying lover.
B. T. Forsythe, 2008-07-04
Currently
watching
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In Bruges Release date: 2008-06-24
Is it my vision? Concurrent threads swim in my mind's eye memes weaving remes striving for rhyme, lyrical losses, insensate soothsayers lacking sooth but not saying, forsaken.
A bad joke, but just one I observed. It gnaws at my belly like hunger.
B. T. Forsythe, 2008-05-15
[Please note: "Bad Poetry" is the *title*, not a disparaging caveat! ;)]
Karaoke Blog 9: Desperado (Alice Cooper, NOT the Eagles)
Category: Music
Well, I have returned. This is one of my favorite songs probably of all time, and the FIRST karaoke blog I've posted of a song I sang more than a few days before doing a blog. I was pretty jazzed when I happened across it a few days ago, never figured I'd find a karaoke version. Backing track isn't the best, but it IS karaoke, what? Don, I hope this satisfies the 'classic rock' request? If not, there's a U2 song I was working on, but not sure it's what you had in mind....
Oh, ya, pimp it! (Hit the share button, or distro this url: http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=5974868&blogID=392693748 )
I can stop that faucet from dripping, mostly, gotta feel it, really, fingertips wrapped around the shank, poised for pressure, just a few degrees off center where it's satisfied, racket minimal.
My sole companion in that room, white white of economic proportions except for the gold tracings in the linoleum (we are of an age), murmuring while I ponder literature, waiting for the inevitable.
But still it drips, disregarding my caress, like a girl laying upstairs in a room of economic proportions.
Questions -- Fire Away
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Quiz/Survey
Ok, seems everyone's doing it.
Ask me a question, and I'll do my best to answer in the spirit it's asked.
A caveat and a warning: unlike in any time in humanity's history, the idle thoughts, fears, musings we confess in forums such as these are prone to live virtually forever.
disgusted
exhausted
contemplative