Not that so many people noticed I was even gone. I’m just showing my wife that I already HAVE a blog, I just need to start using it again.
With all of the brouhaha about whether Jereny Clarkson is or is not a prat, my wife and I have been checking out the OLDER (1995 and earlier) Top Gear episodes, and I have a question. Are you Brits REALLY that boring that the pre-Carkson version was so immensly popular?? It’s so sleep inducing it should come with a warning!!! At least we are now aware from whence Jeremy’s humorous references to adenoidal people commenting on cars arose.
First off, are you aware of the battle we are having here in Manhattan, KS over the gender identity ordinance?? It is now OFFICALLY illegal to discriminate on the basis of sexual preference or sexual identity. For example, you cannot refuse to rent to someone simply because they are gay, or because someone was born named Matthew but decided she was really Rachel– like my daughter.
Now knowing which side of this argument I am on, when this moron showed up at our church’s monthly church Men’s Breakfast and started trying to “tell us the truth” and “convert” us,… well like Popeye “That’s all I can stands, `cause I can’t stands n’more!!!”
Oh I tried to ignore him. God knows I did, because we were in the church basement. But in addition to his bilious rhetoric, this breakfast is a time for fellowship, bad jokes, and man talk without all the drinking and obscenity. He was ruining it, and I was less than pleased.
Several people present thought they had seen me angry before. Now they really have. Even now I’m starting to shake writing this. I don’t remember many of the specifics. I know I gathered up the sheets of Old Testament verses he put on the table and turned them face down, which made him angry. I know I quoted the New Testament to him, probably at a decibel level not heard for some time. In some ways I feel responsible fore the spate of recent earthquakes. I ordered him to leave– he said he didn’t have to.
I left the room before I laid hands, my cane, a chair and possibly a table or two upon him.
When I came back, he was gone- escorted out by the rector. The next day I heard he was in the street during the 8 AM service, howling trying to disrupt things. Just as well I missed church that day. I have no idea what I might have done, but I feel it would not have been pleasant.
Here in the enlightened (?) state of Kansas, they have passed one law of which I absolutely approve. As of January 1, it is illegal to write, send, or read a text message while operating a motor vehicle. Here in Manhattan, they’ve taken it a step further. It is illegal to use a cell phone- period– while driving. So why do I still see so many rolling phone booths? What call can be SO important that you find the need to place yourself and others at risk? I can only think of One Person from whom such a call would be so absolutely necessary, and He doesn’t need to use a cell phone. Although talking on one while driving may make such a conversation more likely!!
Also here in Manhattan, Riley County EMS has a relatively new ambulance. It has more lights on it than the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree. It makes enough noise for four fire trucks, three ambulances, two police cars and the combined bands of the United States Military. It’s easily half again the size of the older ambulances. SO WHY DO PEOPLE STILL NOT GET OUT OF ITS WAY??!!? They can’t see it? They can’t hear it? If they’re that visually and auricularly disadvantaged, they have no business driving.
Now for our word of the day: PEDESTRIAN. noun. 1. a person who goes or travels on foot; walker. –adjective. 2. going or performed on foot; walking. 3. of or pertaining to walking. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/pedestrian
This does NOT include bicycles!! Bicycles, I learned in U.S. Army Military Police Traffic Accident Investigation School, are “traffic units.” Therefore, bicycles, mopeds or motored scooters have no business in pedestrian crosswalks!! They are NOT protected by the magic shield that keeps REAL pedestrians safe within that bubble. I will accept skates (in-line & others), skateboards, non-powered scooters, wheelchairs and any animal that can be led on a leash (not reins or a halter.) Conversely, pedestrian crosswalks are there for the safety of those who by choice or otherwise are afoot. Being within 50 feet of a crosswalk does not count. Walk yourself down to the designated safety zone!! Pedestrians outside of such areas have another name—“targets!”
I know, it’s been 5 whole days since I’ve done anything here. I likewise know my goal was one post per day for the year. So??
I’m back, not that I actually WENT any where. Call off the search, have the National Guard stand down, and quit worrying– both of you. I have several starts of posts saved, and I’m always looking for ideas. Scary thought, ain’t it? Me with ideas??
It’s approaching 11:00 PM, and I haven’t written anything on my blog. I suppose these days happen, but when you’re trying to write something every day to develop a routine, it’s frustrating! Aw, what the hell.