the sleppys

Why is evolution the only “scientific” principle that needs laws to protect it?

We don’t need court cases to protect the Law of Gravity.

That footprint is perfectly human! But because humans didn’t evolve 3.6 million years ago, it clearly wasn’t human. So we’ll draw “Lucy’s” foot just as a humans’ even though we don’t have her foot bones.

http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/evolution/library/07/1/l_071_03.html

http://www.themoneytimes.com/node/118422

Fossils don’t come with hair. Evo-artists put the hair where they want it. They draw the nose and ears and eyes how they want them to look, always to lead the observer to believe that evolution is real. They sculpt the wax to give this animal a facial expression of wonder or concern.

Tinkerbell will get well if you clap your hands!

Science is supposed to bring truth. Evolution brings myth.

With this Occupy Wall Street nonsense going on for a month now, I often find myself thinking, I’m Occupy! ‘ing the bathroom. Or I’m Occupy! ‘ing the kitchen sink, which means that I’m washing dishes, not doing bathroom stuff.

I’m Occupy! ‘ing the living room couch, eating rice and beans, and watching these college-educated, Gen-Y ninnies on television cry about not having jobs nor pensions and still living at home with their Baby Boomer parents… from a privately owned park in downtown Manhattan.

I mean, the whole scenario is quite ridiculous if you stop to put two and two together. I then get sad that I then have to get up and Occupy! the van to drive to my jobs.

Funny how liberals like to use the terms “ignorant” and “close-minded” when describing conservatives, while they won’t even hear a conservative’s argument.

Then again, I’d rather be close-minded than open-minded. An open mind accepts all ideas and tolerates the intolerable. A closed mind is established, steady, and predictable.

As for being ignorant, I don’t claim that I know everything about everything; I’ve yet to meet a person who does. So, yea, I guess I am ignorant. I ask for documentation that supports a liberal idea, though I am not sure if that’s an open- or close-minded action. I am either denied and given the response, “There isn’t any,” or I am sent links to videos, which I watch, website articles, which I read, and lectures, to which I listen, and discover that not one of them is without falsehoods or straw-man arguments.

I offer documentation that negates a liberal idea and am labeled archaic, narrow-minded, and hateful.

Hateful.

This situation has occurred many times, with many friends, family, and acquaintances, over many topics such as homosexuality, prenatal homicide, breastfeeding, evolution, gun laws, public education, contraception, and even discussions that compare and contrast children and pets. Yes, there are people who think that their pets are their children!

Funny that I used to be a liberal and questioned conservative values. When I did that, I was hailed by fellow liberals as a champion of the weak and a defender of those who want to live in peace and love, but I was rarely called names by conservatives. My ideas were sick, disturbing, wrong, and immoral. Every once in a while, of course, there was an angry conservative mofo who used slurs and language that one wouldn’t usually repeat in church, but it was not the usual pattern of conservatives. Most of them shook their heads, maybe thinking the same things that I think today when shaking my head to my liberal friends and kin. And that is…

YOU are the close-minded one. The documents are staring at you, waiting to be read, but you willfully ignore them. Because I love (and not hate) my neighbor, I pray for your moral clarity. I pray that you defend the defenseless and love those who hate you. I pray that you keep your mind active, not open nor closed but active. Seek and recognize the Truth, which is not full of hate; it is full of love.

Truth will win.

The school year in the county starts on Monday. We are also starting our home school lessons that day. I hear many mothers express their excitement about school’s starting back up. I’m excited about it, too. I’m teaching three grades this year. So far, I’ve spent at least 30 hours in the library or at home, scheduling, planning, organizing the hours and lessons for our three schoolers. It’s work, a chore sometimes, to put it all on paper, but it is well worth it to have these lessons planned instead of flying by the seat of my pants — or skirt.

Some mothers are actually saddened by the thought because they enjoy the easygoing that pairs with summer. I can’t understand that. All this laid back, no schedule routine makes me nervous. The children get so hyped up on each other. Schooling gives them structure and makes them more rational.

But then there are mothers who are excited about their children’s going back to school because they get more time for themselves. I can understand that. But I can’t believe that there are mothers (and fathers) who use the time that their children are in school, day in, day out, for selfish indulgences. Sure, a cup of coffee while reading a pointless magazine once in a while is good for relaxing, but every morning? Hey, if they earned the privilege, they earned it, but does that mean it’s right?

“I can’t wait to send them out the door.”
“Wait until your children are this age. You will want to get rid of them.”
“You have to have time for yourself. I’d go crazy.”

I’ve been told these lines from various mothers about their children in front of their own children!

The feminist movement hasn’t helped the cause much. Mothers with school age children have grown up with feminist ideals, that they can do what they want, that they can have marriage, children, and careers, that they SHOULD be pursuing their interests.

I’ve learned that the greatest common factor between these mothers is that their children do not respect them. Who would want to respect a person with the attitude of “I can’t wait to get rid of you”? They do not teach their children to respect and honor them; instead, they teach them that the children can behave in inappropriate ways and get rewarded… by continuing to see their friends, play video games, talk on the phone, and participate in sports. I can understand that in a way because, let’s face it, what mother wants to hang out with her disrespectful, disobedient, nasty little child?

It’s easier to send him away!

Not that I have all the answers in child-rearing but I do have a good time conversing with my children, singing songs while we do our housework and chores, planning our family’s Hallowe’en costumes, and teaching them what I know. I know of a great source, however, that does have very good answers to life’s persistent questions, that does offer great wisdom when it comes to familial and societal relationships.

Our children are not perfect as we are not, and sometimes, yes, we can all be as painful as donkey kicks to each other. But we all understand the posted rules, and we all know when we’ve done wrong. If a mother does not reprimand her son, he will not know that he’s done wrong. If a father teaches his daughter the right path, she follow it and know when she’s veered from it. There is a protection that a young child feels when he knows his boundaries.

“That’s just how he is,” would respond a parent when his grade schooler does wrong. Wrong! That is just how you made him! YOU trained him. YOU allowed him. YOU encouraged him. If you don’t like him, it’s YOUR fault.

FIX him.
Do it now while there is still time because children do not rear themselves. He will shame you just as he has when you justified his actions with, “That’s just how he is.”

It’s like making sausage: Everybody loves sausage. Everybody loves a polite child. Nobody wants to make sausage because it’s gross. Nobody wants to reprimand the child because it’s painful… as a parent, it’s not fun to yell, to punish, to ground, to be consistent, to follow through with said threats (“I’m taking away your really awesome shoes that all your friends like”). It really is easier to let him be, to send him to his room and let him rear himself.

So basically, train your children in the way they should go, and you’ll end up having a good time together and getting along. They’ll respect you, and you’ll like them. Summertime will be enjoyable for the family.

For more information on child rearing, family relationships, sound business practices, and overall wisdom, please locate your nearest Bible, turn to the book of Proverbs (it’s kind of right in the middle), and begin reading, or you can find Proverbs online here.

A Father’s Instruction is among my favorites.

From Shorter Oxford English Dictionary, 1933: “tolerance – The action or practice of enduring or sustaining pain or hardship.”
It mentions sustaining, allowing, bearing, and enduring pain, hardships, sentiments, and principles.

I would say that I’m a fairly tolerant person, being that I don’t knock people out of the doorway or smack children who talk back to their parents. I’d really like to, but, see, I have to “tolerate” rude people.

Because it is not “right” to want the eradication of perverts, I also have to “tolerate” homosexuality, which I do peacefully.

Except on my blog.

If we got rid of all the gay, bisexual, lesbian, transgender, and perverted people including pedophiles and gay activists, Planet Earth would be a much, MUCH nicer place, and all we’d have to worry about is the rude people, which I can tolerate more easily.

What’s stopping me from my happiness is your perverseness. I wish it would go away. You, as a person in general, are probably among the sweetest, most polite people, but because you have a seed of disease living inside of you, you make me sick to me stomach. Just as my “traditional values” impede on your “happiness,” albeit it is a sick happiness.

My problem really isn’t with the homosexuals themselves. It is the activists, champions, and lemmings who claim that a homosexual’s “happiness” is what counts. “I have family and friends who are gay, and I am proud to call them family and friends.” That’s too bad. I would get away from your gay family and friends if I were you, especially if rearing children. All children deserve to grow up in a safe, prudent, traditional world, the world that our grandparents inherited.

Believe this: My conservative, traditional foundation is not tolerant and will pacify your progressive, liberal disease, and I am proud of that.

Now that is something to smile about.

Ty and Kyle played a recital this weekend. They had prepared and memorized their pieces. They both played them inside-out and upside down, non-stop for three months. The week of the recital, Dad and I were both pretty tired of hearing them! On Mother’s Day, their maternal grandfather came over, and we had a practice recital for the boys. They played perfectly. The following Saturday was the day of the recital, and the boys both played with confidence, though not entirely flawlessly, but it was spectacular nonetheless!

After my five students played or sang, the next teacher began introducing her students. Her last student was special. She was a bit older than most of the elementary and middle school aged students. She sang “On My Own,” from Les Misérables, which, for those who are unfamiliar with the song or musical, is sung by the character Éponine who is in love with Marius but Marius loves Cosette. Éponine is shot by the government soon after and dies. It’s heartbreaking. Anyway, this young lady at the recital begins her song, and I was really impressed by the emotion, the Romantic passion. She didn’t even seem nervous.

The audience was starting to get restless being that it was the end of the set, which was an hour long. There was a woman by the exit door with an 18-month old boy. He was also getting restless, so he wandered out of her lap, jiggling his crinkly toy. Dad and I both saw the woman walk to some friends and have conversation in the middle of a performance! Dear Husband became extremely irked at the woman in conversation for three reasons: First, when listening to someone singing, you should just be quiet. If you’re not interested, there are other people who are interested; that is why they are there. I understand an 18-month old’s being bored or wanting to go to his big sister after her performance. Offering a crinkly, jingling toy is not the solution. Second, the performer is looking at the audience, so the audience should not move around. When listening to a pianist, the pianist is busy looking at his fingers and listening to his tune. Moving around creates a distracting shuffle. For a singer, moving around displays boredom, and it’s rude to make a singer think that she’s boring! Third and most important, the performer was special.

One doesn’t need a trained eye to notice this in her eyes, in her smile, in her gait, in her voice. She’s special in ways that makes one wonder if she has help, yet she clearly not only has help but has privilege. Heaven knows if this she truly understood what she was singing, but she sang as though she wrote the lyrics herself, with a deluge of genuine feeling, perhaps having experienced a kind of secret love, being old enough to be interested in young men. It was poetic and beautiful.

I used to wonder why God made special people. What was their purpose? Why would God create a being that required so much help, that needed more resources than normal people, burdening normal society? Why do we have to call them “special”? Are “Mongolic” or “retarded” not descriptive enough? I tell you what: I learned on recital morning why God put special people on Earth. It’s not to burden society; it is to better society. We shouldn’t be forced to help special people, but we should be good enough to want to help them. As much as we’d like to, we should not stare nor ignore them. We should be polite to them and act in ways that our parents taught us. Special people were put on Earth to remind us to be on our best behavior.

Remember Who died for mankind. On Earth Day, remember Who created the Earth. The most important issue facing mankind is not the environment but salvation. Remember Who gave us both. Honor and glorify Him, not His creation.

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.

Dad and I were watching primetime network television last night when an advertisement for an American clothing brand aired. It started off with an announcement of an “Ankle Show,” which made me chuckle because we used to be a culture in which showing one’s ankle was close to pornography. It was cute in the nostalgic sense, reminding us that we used to think such silly things like showing some ankle would drive men wild. The ladies were wearing “skinny jeans” and bending over while “dancing,” so there was nothing left to the imagination. Viewers can see the curve of the hip and the bend of the knee.

I remember a time when I’d beg my parents for the biggest sweatshirt, big enough to cover up the butt part of my jeans. C’mon, I know that most readers remember that, too. I’d be mortified, MORTIFIED if it made its way up above my hips (what tiny hips I had in the late 80s!). I mean, that was the style.

I suppose that this is the style today, to show everybody the shape of your rear end, sporting Plus Size “skinny jeans” and showing just a tiny bit of ankle.

This is not showing any bit of skin. This is not hot.

This is showing a little too much skin but no butt. This is hot.

Butt = not hot
No butt = hot

We are not what one would normally label a “religious” family, although we do hold some Biblical values, believing them to be traditional American values, id est, Thou shalt not steal… you know, just be friendly to thy neighbor, that sort of thing.

The Old Testament, which isn’t regularly taught in government school, was incorporated into our curriculum because of its cultural value. We all know the story of David and Goliath. We all know that Moses came down from Mount Something with the Ten Commandments… We read about these stories in Sunday School or watched them on network television at Eastertide. When our children grow up, they are going to enjoy conversations with other grown ups, understanding their references, whether the conversations take place in a university setting or at a customer’s house after replacing the U-bend under the kitchen sink.

We can’t easily purchase a ready made curriculum, “school-in-a-box,” as some might know it. Those are, like, a thousand dollars per grade. We don’t make that kind of money. Sure, it would be worth it, so if you’re feeling generous enough to send five, please do! Because we don’t have any of those, we work with what we do have, and we have many parents giving us their children’s gently used workbooks, including math, history, English, and science.

I visit our state’s Department of Education website for counsel on each grade’s standards. By the end of first grade, each student must know how to read. The department offers recommended reading lists, but the titles are not cumplusory and can be read during American History or Earth Science lessons. (Not that I’d ever allow socialist propaganda, i.e, The Lorax, to be read by our children!)

If the purpose of education is to learn the essentials of knowledge that were discovered in the past, then the Old Testament is the place to start. I’ve already posted about the awesome stories. Pretty soon, we’re going to start reading Psalms, which everybody who doesn’t live under a rock knows that they are songs. Proverbs teach us how to be good people, remind us to just be kind.

Whether you believe that God created Creation in six days or not, the Old Testament can teach everybody how to live justly and peacefully. It gives us a common cultural ground and inspires us to gain further knowledge, arguing our points with God-given reason. Unfortunately, it is not on the state’s recommended reading list.

And say it,

“I HATE HOMOSEXUALITY ON TELEVISION.”

I didn’t watch every single television advertisement during the Super Bowl yesterday, but the ones that I did watch made me vomit a little bit in my mouth.

It started out with the livingsocial.com advertisement where some manly man ended up in women’s clothing and accessories. You effheads, school age children were watching. And it wasn’t like it was close to the end of the game, when most children would be asleep. It wasn’t even 7:30pm!

The first Doritos advertisement had a guy at the office licking sucking on his male coworker’s finger. Later, it had the same guy tearing off the pants of another male coworker. What the crap, people? This is okay? Since when???

Then there were various advertisements that had gay or lesbian innuendos. Thank you, Lord God, for not allowing me to recall the details.

I don’t know about you, dear readers, but I don’t know ANY homosexuals to even relate to this garbage on the television (the network television. It’s not as if I was watching Showtime or HBO. Heck, or even the Disney Channel). I do have facebook friends who claim to be lesbians, but when I did have day-to-day conversations with them, they were not known lesbians.

We have gay neighbors who share a border with us. They keep their yard really neat and cars really clean. They have no children. They are not loud. They may have a backyard meal every once in a while, but they are not flamboyant homosexuals as the television wants me to see them. They mind their own business and don’t even wave hello. I think I like them better than the faggots on television.

I can’t believe that we live in a culture that accepts homosexuality as the norm. I can’t believe that shows like “Glee” and “Modern Family” are acceptable forms of family entertainment. How many of us know a pair of homosexual men who have adopted an Asian baby girl? And how can we, as God fearing Americans, think that that is a good thing? Imagine how offended we’d all be if FOX had aired that LookUp316.com advertisement!

Thank God for the Off button.