Until today, I have largely ignored the Tea Party. Decided to read some of their own literature today. After careful study, I've come to the conclusion that it's a mostly-male thinly-veiled white-supremacist organization hell-bent on eliminating religious freedom from the USA. Apparently some 11% of the USA sympathizes with them.
So, I rarely post anything I heard at Church, but this is worth quoting.
A pastor went to a conference in the bible belt and when it was his turn to speak, he said: "40,000 people died of starvation today and you people don't give a shit". The conference drew in its collective breath and sat there slackjawed. He said: "I'll say it again, 40,000 people died of starvation today and you people don't give a shit.". There was rumbling in the crowd, and he looked at them, and pointed out what I think is the difference between happy, pretty, right-wing, Fox-News watching "Christianity" and the kind of Christianity I want to believe in.
He said, (and I paraphrase): "Which part of that sentence really bothered you?"
Updated Drupal today to version 6.15 from 5.X. No issues at all, it went perfectly. Not entirely sure I want to re-enable all the old modules. But I am sure I want to start writing in this dang thing again. It's been months since I've posted due to some personal reasons. Yet the compulsion to write is hitting me again!
Got a question from a relative the other day: "Why are SSDs so much smaller than hard drives?" Here's my layman's response:
What is it with LinkedIn recommendations? They seem so extreme, I have to wonder if a potential hiring manager would give them any credit at all. I've never given one to a colleague because I believe my ability to exaggerate is insufficient. But I'm turning over a new leaf. If any of you need a LinkedIn recommendation, I will happily provide the following (given with Matt as an example):
In case anybody is interested, I have the solution to the health care problem. It's not a new solution. I've touted my idea before on the site. But here it is again, in a more succinct delivery, for anyone willing to put the solution in action.
Ran across this parable today, thought it was cool.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson.
The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.
The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled onto the tablecloth.
The fact of it happening is etched in my ninth-grade memory, but the details are a bit fuzzy. Here are those details, reprinted from http://www.reagan.utexas.edu/archives/speeches/1988/111488c.htm .
I plan to discuss Reagan's address with my kids on the night of September 8. I will talk with them about how they felt, what they thought, how this affects them, and what their plans are as a result. I will try to inspire in them the desire to be the agents of positive change and leadership in society. I will share this President's humble beginnings -- like the early life of Reagan -- to show them how any American can rise to the highest ranks of leadership in the nation and make it a better place for all of us.
If you are one of those who plan to keep your children home from school on September 8, I submit you are allowing fear to motivate your actions. Your children are smarter than you think; they are probably smarter than you. Teach them to make decisions in light and truth, with full knowledge of the facts in every walk of life. Do not coerce them through ignorance.
Yeah. I want one of these for my back yard:
Imagine, a maintenance-free nuclear reactor? Sure, it's for manned space exploration, but dayum it's nice to see a feasible solution.
It's been too long since I've been too loud
Since I've showed you how to rock the crowd
Movin' the masses with my lyrical wordplay
Wasting your day setting your iPod to replay
My songs over and over and over some more
I invade your ears like you're an aural whore
My name is Weed, the microphone's my bitch
Never smoked up but the names's no glitch