The message of Jerimiah Wright
YouTube is an impediment to work. I was going to write some clever words to go with these pictures, but I looked at some videos first. All I wanted was the embed gibberish so I could show them to you, but YouTube has more videos on the same subject, and the only way to get rid of temptation is to give into it.
I am glad I got to see the videos of Jeremiah Wright. Friday I was hearing the tapes of him on the radio, and it was most discouraging. When I saw the videos, I realized that this was just another loudmouth for Jesus.
I worked for 6 years with a professional Jesus Worshiper. He was selfish, hateful, vulgar and loud. He frequently directed this anger at me. He used Jesus to hurt me. Often it was over trivial matters. His voice sounded a lot like Mr. Wright’s.
Once, this Professional Jesus Worshiper shouted me down and humiliated me in the name of Jesus. When he was through, he picked up the telephone and told his friend ” I never felt better in my life”.
People ,like Jeremiah Wright, who verbally abuse other people, bring shame to Jesus.
One of the videos I found was a man in Harlem named Manning. He has a video where he talks about the Obama name on the shirt of a woman with a 54 D bra. That is not what the number 54 in my screen name refers to.
Mr. Manning says that Mr. Obama’s African father found a trashy white woman to have his baby, and that the child was called Barack. He said this from a pulpit with a sign attached…”Jesus is Lord”.
This does not speak well of Jesus.
When you see these videos of Mr. Wright, you see people listening with great enthusiasm.
At one point, two men exchange a high five behind Mr. Wright.
One thing I learned while working with the Professional Jesus Worshiper was the importance of the audience. These hatemongers do not just talk to themselves. They need an audience.
These audiences enable these poison spewers. To pray with a loudmouth who shames Jesus is morally equivalent to buying whiskey for an alcoholic.
Barack Obama is that audience.
The candidate and the toilet seat
There are two stories in the media today. One is the unfortunate relationship with a loudmouth minister by a presidential candidate (PC).
The other is a lady who lived for two years on the toilet. The punch line is the same for both.
The lady has issues. She did not get off the commode for two years. Food, water, and clothes were brought to her. I dare say her enabler has a few issues.
Finally, paramedics were called. The toilet seat and grown into her body, and needed to be pried loose.
The PC has worshipped for twenty years at the church pastored by a terrible man. He yells a lot, and says things that many find offensive. He would not be saying these things if he did not have an audience. The audience is enabling this man in his noisemaking.
The PC listened to a hatemonger for twenty years.
The preacher needs to be pried off his butt.
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Why Hillary won Ohio
Yesterday, I was looking through my “shortcuts” folder. This is where I drag links to sites that I have saved as favorites, but are not likely to go visit a lot. There are 585 items in this folder.
One that caught my eye was “Roses Reasonings“. Rose is a Christian lady living in North Ohio. I “met” Rose a while back. We exchanged a few comments, and went on our way.
The item that caught my eye was about the Ohio primary. Rose said that McCain had won the republican nomination, and that she would make a strategic vote for Hillary in the democratic primary. The thinking goes that Hillary would be easier to beat in the general election.
I suspect this is why Hillary won in Ohio and Texas.
I also think this is playing with fire.
In 1966, Lester Maddox ran for the democratic nomination for Governor of Georgia. In the (inevitable) runoff, many republicans voted for Maddox, in the hope that he would be easy for the republican Bo Callaway to defeat.
Well, to make a long story short, Maddox won the primary, and went on the win the General Election. ( It was a complicated technicality rather than a majority of votes, but the bottom line is that Lester served four years as Governor )
Another Jesus Worship blog was visited after an absence recently. From the Morning is more my style, a JW who doesn’t mind cussing and drinking beer. He, like me, is banned from commenting at the putrid Pyromaniacs.
Matt had quit blogging a while back, and out of boredom I hit the link today in the former chamblee54. Low and behold, he was back, nastier than ever. The first post was about the time he was working in a government office and “accidentally” ate some poor ladies lunch. This was the comment I left:
Matt
When did you get back? I quit checking on you a while back, but for some unknown reason checked back.
I have moved my blog. Google is stealing lunch from my refrigerator. My new home is https://chamblee54.wordpress.com/
I still read Pyroboi, but since I am banned from commenting I don’t take it as seriously. Why should I care what he says if he doesn’t care what I say?
Your story about government work reminds me of a story from a while back. I was on this company committee to improve the quality of the outfit. The fact that I didn’t work in the department that I represented was obscured by the fact that I was willing to show up for meetings. After a while, we started having our meetings in restaurants. One night, right after the food was served, the agenda item was “what can be done about the way the bathrooms smell”
Welcome back, and do drop by my new place
punishment
The message from blogger command was explicit…either comment on Eliot Spitzer, or face dire consequences.
Now, the democratic governor of new yuk got caught with a hooker. Yawn. All politicians are whores. The wonder is that the lady charged…it should be a n/c professional courtesy.
The yapping dogs of the media are calling for his resignation. To this reporter, the cruelest punishment would be for the moron to finish his term as Governor. The tabloid media will not let anyone forget what he did. Every time he appears in public, people will make jokes. He will be humiliated time and time again, and deserve every bit of it.
So does New York State, including the city at the perineum end.
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So I was reading a comment thread at Renegade Evolution, and made a mental note to spell it right this time. I totally intend to blog about what I read there, but not today.
There was a lady named Daisy, who used a Grateful Dead logo to identify herself. I went to her site.
I found a test…who should paint your portrait. I took the test. The test said someone named Alfred Gockel should portraitize me. I had never heard of him, but his site says he is the best selling artist in Europe.
new improved sins
After 1,500 years the Vatican has brought the seven deadly sins up to date by adding seven new ones for the age of globalization. The list, published yesterday in L’Osservatore Romano, the Vatican newspaper, came as the Pope deplored the “decreasing sense of sin” in today’s “secularized world” and the falling numbers of Roman Catholics going to confession.
The new deadly sins include polluting, genetic engineering, being obscenely rich, drug dealing, abortion, pedophilia and causing social injustice.
HT to Fox News.
My first reaction is to wonder in what language the original list was written. Phrases like “obscenely rich” and “causing social injustice” can mean different things, and one wonders about the nuance behind the original expression.
Now, Just about all of these “sins” can merit comments. Maybe the Catholic church is thinking of moving its headquarters to hell.
polluting
We can talk about something where all have sinned, or who should throw the first stone. If you ride in a car, wear synthetic fibers, through away anything, use a less than perfect sewer system ( or a functioning one on a rainy day with overflows), then you have polluted.
genetic engineering
Here again, there is semantics galore. Much of the food we eat is at least tweaked abit by genetic breeding. At the very least, this is something Euros get twitchy about that doesn’t concern most Americans.
being obscenely rich
This is one where I really wonder what the original Italian said. Compared to much of the world, my 900sf house is a palace. However, compared to many of my neighbors, I am lower middle class. Perhaps the emphasis should be on greed, selfishness, and how you gain this wealth. The tenth commandment says something about coveting. This is the forgotten commandment in this day of prosperity ministers.
drug dealing
Is there a distinction between legal and illegal drugs here? If you go by the damage that substances cause, then this rule will speak to bartenders and the clerk who sells cigarettes. Not to mention the media outlets who advertise cigarettes and beer, the legislators who condone these substances while prosecuting potheads, and a whole host of others.
The legally based war on drugs is a disaster in this country. Do we really need to drag the Catholic church into it?
abortion.
If Mary had gotten an abortion, would Christians worship a vacuum cleaner?
pedophilia
When you up pedophile in the dictionary, you see a picture of a Catholic priest.
causing social injustice
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old times not forgotten
Reading about Shirley Q. Liquor brought back memories of a night long ago.
A young man, who I will call Carroll, grew up across the street. In his spare time, he did drag shows. What I was expecting was Carol Burnett and Lily Tomlin, using his own voice. One Sunday night, free admission and a buffet was all I needed to venture downtown and see the show.
The venue was an unpretentious bar called Club Sheba. The clientèle was mostly lesbians, many of whom were African Americans.
It is interesting to note that Club Sheba was located on Forrest Avenue. The street was named for Nathan Bedford Forrest, a Confederate General who founded the Ku Klux Klan. Forrest Avenue was later changed to Ralph McGill Boulevard, after the former editor of the Atlanta Constitution.
As show time approached, I saw a table that had empty seats. I pulled back a seat, and a beefy lady informed me that she did not want a man to sit at that table.
The first act was what I expected. The reputation of Carol Burnett did not suffer,and Lily Tomlin was still in the closet.
After the first act, I shot a game of pool with my friend, and went to the buffet for a second plate.
”You’re not supposed to get full”
I went back to the pool table. After a while there was a crowd standing around, and it was evident that a second act was going to start soon. I saw a black lady in the crowd making faces at me, took a second look, and realized that it was Carroll.
He did not use his voice this time, but lip synced to Grace Jones and Diana Ross. He wore blackface and an afro wig.
The crowd at the Club Sheba enjoyed this part of the show. Many of the Black Lesbians went to the stage and stuffed dollar bills in his faux bosom.
page 123 the end
3/8/2008 8:28:19 PM
The rest of the day has gone smoothly enough. I had to change something on the previous post, and discovered a quirk in wordpress. It doesn’t like to edit photos after posting. This could be an issue, as post-post edits were routine on blogger.
After ironing my pants and looking at my picture for a while, I decided to walk up to wal mart. There was a train sitting on the tracks, and I decided to cross the tracks anyway. I climbed up on this ladder, made my way to the other side of the car, and was looking for a way to gracefully land on the other side when I heard a click and saw the cars jamming together. The train was moving! I found a ladder on the side of the car, rode long enough to realize it wasn’t going to stop soon, and jumped the three feet or so to the gravel. I fell over on impact, realized I wasn’t hurt, and checked the camera and cell phone to see if they were ok.
I made it to wal mart, and went looking for the boom box I wanted. I want something I can load up from my computer, like an ipod, but without the hateful earplugs of an ipod. Someday I will find something like this. Or is it that? Grammar can be so esoteric.
The right thing to do is continue the page 123 project, with the blackcover bible. Before we start, maybe a review of the rules is in order, along with the biblical modifications in effect tonight. Once again, a H/T is in order for Amber Rhea. I found a link on her facility Friday to a blog called Renegade Revolution. This was at lunch, and I was soon laughing out of control at some goings on at Ren’s place. I made even do a post about that, but I do sincerely appreciate that…I was dog tired and totally over work, and laughing was a great release.
A H/T also goes to Bible.com. They have provided the King James bible for me to copy and paste. Thank you! Back to the rules:
The rules:
1-Look up page 123 in the book that is nearest to you at this very minute
2-Look for the fifth sentence
3-Then post the three sentences that follow that fifth sentence on page 123.
Now the bible is a different type of book, and the rules are going to be altered a bit. If a page starts in the middle of a verse, then the partial verse counts as number one. Instead of sentences, I am going to use verses. I don’t even know if there are any complete sentences there, or if we used those rules of grammar when King James ordered this translation.
Oh, and that is the translation I am using. It is public domain, and I am a King James kind of guy. Did you know that James was accused of being a secret Catholic? Of course, If I was going to be a Catholic, I imagine I would want to keep quiet about it.
page Page 123-Leviticus 15
16And if any man’s seed of copulation go out from him, then he shall wash all his flesh in water, and be unclean until the even.
17And every garment, and every skin, whereon is the seed of copulation, shall be washed with water, and be unclean until the even.
18The woman also with whom man shall lie with seed of copulation, they shall both bathe themselves in water, and be unclean until the even.
Unclean until the Even? That sounds kinda weird to me. I am sure that some “scholar” could tell me what that means. I am also sure that I am not interested in his opinion. This bookworshipper would no doubt work this explanation into how I need to saved by Jesus, at the risk of going to hell. Jesus Worshippers like to do that. They can work life after death into any discussion. They seem to think that their ideas about life after death justify rudeness and verbal abuse. I beg to differ.
Page 321-2Samuel5
8And David said on that day, Whosoever getteth up to the gutter, and smiteth the Jebusites, and the lame and the blind that are hated of David’s soul, he shall be chief and captain. Wherefore they said, The blind and the lame shall not come into the house.
9So David dwelt in the fort, and called it the city of David. And David built round about from Millo and inward.
10And David went on, and grew great, and the LORD God of hosts was with him.
Holy Violence Batman! “Smiteth the … lame and the blind that are hated of David’s soul, he shall be chief and captain”. And some call this the word of G-d!
Of course, if the lame and the blind were to be smiteth today, the churches would be empty on Sunday morning. So maybe this isn’t such a bad idea after all.
page 444-2 Chronicles3
8And he made the most holy house, the length whereof was according to the breadth of the house, twenty cubits, and the breadth thereof twenty cubits: and he overlaid it with fine gold, amounting to six hundred talents.
9And the weight of the nails was fifty shekels of gold. And he overlaid the upper chambers with gold.
10And in the most holy house he made two cherubims of image work, and overlaid them with gold.
I suspect the homeowner would not approve of this expense. But, money is not always a concern of these old time builders.
This is two selections in a row with verses 8,9, and 10.
page 765-Ezekiel 8
13He said also unto me, Turn thee yet again, and thou shalt see greater abominations that they do.
14Then he brought me to the door of the gate of the LORD’s house which was toward the north; and, behold, there sat women weeping for Tammuz.
15Then said he unto me, Hast thou seen this, O son of man? turn thee yet again, and thou shalt see greater abominations than these.
“thou shalt see greater abominations than these”. As we all know, two wrongs do not make a right. But that doesn’t stop folks from using this argument.
And now, a bonus selection. This is from a little New Testament that has my father’s namewritten on the cover.( It is also my name) And what do you know, page 123 is from the book of Luke, which was his name!
Page 123-Luke 8
44Came behind him, and touched the border of his garment: and immediately her issue of blood stanched.
45And Jesus said, Who touched me? When all denied, Peter and they that were with him said, Master, the multitude throng thee and press thee, and sayest thou, Who touched me?
46And Jesus said, Somebody hath touched me: for I perceive that virtue is gone out of me.
Oh my, this is kinky. A woman touched the border of his garment, and she stops bleeding. J boi says that the virtue is gone out of me, because a woman has touched him.
Having a virgin mother must be confusing..
more page 123
3/8/2008 12:32:39 PM
Maybe its time for some personal blogging. I haven’t done one of these in a while, and never for general audiences.
Yes, piersgavestonjr (NSFW) is “out of town”.
I had a duplex neighbor once who used that phrase as a euphemism for being in prison. He was this kinda short gay man, and every time I saw him he had a lit cigarette in his hand. He had a bf who was in and out of town. He took in boarders from time to time, and they all seemed to be either just in town or about to leave. One had this device attached to his ankle. He got a package in the mail a few years later. He left his wallet in a taxi, and they mailed it to the address on his i.d. card.
Neighbor and his buddies were always nice to me, but they sure did make me nervous. They finally got evicted. There was one more household downstairs before the house was sold to that evil developer.
Now, I can’t say where pg is, but I feel certain he will be back soon. These problems with blogspot really upset him. I am doing very well on wordpress, but if pg decides to blog again, it might be with another service.
Saturday is such a fine day. The main chore for today is laundry, and the load is in the dryer now. The county has not sent us a water bill, and it is due on the 13th. I may have to pay that online. There is a picture in production now, and it is proving to be a bit of a problem. I sense that if I keep making changes on that it will come around, but maybe not. Maybe I should just go into final assembly with a hopeless mess of an image and see what happens.
Its been a good week for the blog. Last night I found this thing, about going to page 123 of the book nearest to you at the moment. That was an easy post to write, because all I had to do was copy a few sentences and paste the pix into the window. But a tough one to edit.
I considered another take on this, with the second closest book from my computer. This would be a Bible that my parents gave me on my eighth birthday. It has a drawing of Jesus with children in his lap, talking to them in his spotless white garment.
Over the years, many bad vibes have attached themselves to the bible. At the very least, it is NOT the word of G-d. But, a present from mother and daddy ( in mother’s handwriting) is something to keep. This was 1962, when the world was spinning, John Kennedy was president, and church was still fun.
At any rate, page 123 of this edition of the magic book is Leviticus 26. There is a source to copy/paste this book, which is in the public domain. This part of Leviticus is not nasty, so here goes.
41And that I also have walked contrary unto them, and have brought them into the land of their enemies; if then their uncircumcised hearts be humbled, and they then accept of the punishment of their iniquity:
42Then will I remember my covenant with Jacob, and also my covenant with Isaac, and also my covenant with Abraham will I remember; and I will remember the land.
43The land also shall be left of them, and shall enjoy her sabbaths, while she lieth desolate without them: and they shall accept of the punishment of their iniquity: because, even because they despised my judgments, and because their soul abhorred my statutes
How do you circumcise a heart?
This might be an easy meme to expand on. There are two ways to go here. One is to continue with the same covers, but to numerically expand the selections. Maybe we could turn 123 backwards to give us 321. Then add 123+321 to get 444.
This might be the way to go. There were some hippies at my high school who thought 44 was a magic number. It was Hank Aaron’s number. One of them was a founding person at a local radio station, whose phone number became xxx 4488.
There was also the screaming idiot boss who said that everything is four.
Ok, so where to go from 444?
Before we continue with this vertical numeric progression…or horizontal digital quagmire…there is another approach to consider. That is, stick to page 123, but use different bibles.
Now, this is the family house, and has sheltered some serious Jesus worshipers. There are LOTS of bibles in this house.
Of course, page 123 was in Leviticus in the first one I looked in, and that is such a dreary, law heavy book. There is always the danger of hitting Leviticus 18:22, which would totally spoil my day.
So, we go back to the golden rectangle progression. 321+444 is 765. The M&D bible starts the page numbers over at the start of the new testament, so that puts an easy end to this madness. The old testament is more appealing anyway.
The old testament ends on page 800. The last word is “curse”.
The new testament ends on page 246. This gives us a combined 1011 pages. This is below the threshold of 1209, which is the sum of 765+444. So, we are stuck in the old testament on this program, which is fine with this reporter.
While researching the numbering of bible pages in the house, I found the other keepsake bible in my collection. This is a Gideons bible with a plain black cover, given to me by Briarcliff Baptist Church on September 29, 1963. I have no idea whose handwriting it is on the presentation page.
This might be a better bible to do this exploration on. Page 123 is Leviticus 15, which is juicy.
to be continued
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Page 123
There is a blogger named Amber Rhea. I suspect she lives here in Atlanta, but I don’t know, and it is really not important.
She posted something called a meme the other day.
Ms. Rhea got this meme from “After Hours” by Texasgoldengirl. The subtext at AH is “random discourse from a retired escort…virtue is insufficient temptation”
“123 meme” got my attention. I decided to use this to generate some text to put between some pictures.
I don’t want to give any more publicity to Shirley Q. Liquor. There is one more post coming that was inspired by her.
But back to the meme.
The rules:
look up page 123 in the book that is nearest to you at this very minute
look for the fifth sentence
then post the three sentences that follow that fifth sentence on page 123.
I’m reasonably certain that I’ve done this meme before, but of course I’m too lazy to dig through the almost six years of archives to find it.
The book closest to me was “Webster’s Seventh New Collegiate Dictionary”. This volume has been a valuable ally since I got it in 1971. Nonetheless, I thought it was a poor choice .
The next book was “The Penguin Book of Gay Short Stories”. Page 123 was part of an excerpt from “My Father and Myself” by J.R. Ackerley.
Here is the passage:
This was a thing I had never done before, reluctantly since and out of politeness if requested. It is a form of pleasure I myself have seldom enjoyed, passively or actively, preferring the kiss upon the lips, nor have i ever been good at it. Some technical skill seems required and a retraction of the teeth, which, perhaps because mine are too large or unsuitably arranged, seem always to get in the way.
Unfunny Entertainment
They have done it now.
The server at my employer, Blanken Blue, has made “free pages” off limits on company computers.
This includes blogspot and live journal, although I suspect more will follow.
There is still plenty of stuff on the internet, and even dead tree media to consider.
Now, the company owns the machine, and can do whatever it wants with them. I still don’t see what it is going to hurt the company to let me look at blogs on my lunch hour.
The first blog to be blocked today was “The Field Negro“. My first reaction was that the name of this organ set off a PC language filter on the PC.
It was more widespread than that, but that is the way it is. When I got home and caught up with Field, I found a link. It was to a young lady who had some problems with Shirley Q. Liquor.
SQL is a white man who plays a drag character. SQL is an unappealing stereotype. I cannot defend SQL,but when the aggrieved blogger takes white gay people to task for this one extremist, she is going too far.
I have one more problem with this blog. When you click onto it, the music player immediately kicks in. At the time I first tuned in, I was listening to something else, and did not appreciate the added sound. Some blogs who do this make the player easy to find, so you can cut the noise down. Jasmynecannick does not do this, and I had to turn down the Winamp until I was through reading her diatribe against SQL.
Please, people with blogs, take note. Not everyone shares your taste in music. It is rude to your visitors to assault them with your idea of groovy sounds.
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Field and Zee
The Philadelphia layer who blogs as “The Field Negro” had a quote today from a blogger that he disagrees with. It seems as though a (young) lady in Cincinnati named Zee had a few comments on herself and race in America. (Field spells that A-Merry-Ca). Zee is of Eastern European origin, a third generation American. Her daddy made a pile of money, and employed some black people at his auto dealership.
As best I can gather, Zee does not consider herself a racist, but is tired of black people whining. Field thinks that Zee is an idiot.(I bet that would sound really neat in French). He quoted her at great length, and then left a link to her blog. When you click on the link, you see the tag line … ”Dedicated to the fight against Islam and the Left. You will most decidedly be offended if you are a PC drone.”
You need to consider the source.
I am surprised that Zee doesn’t consider the dominant role of Jesus Worship in the Black Community. If she is going to fight Islam, she might want to have a few allies.
As for me, I am a white unit from Atlanta Georgia. My ancestors have been here a long time. I have a troubled relationship with African America. I try to enjoy the good people that I know, and deal with the others as best I can.
I don’t like people who don’t like me. I am not a policeman.
I was working downtown on April 30, 1992. The day before, a jury in Simi Valley, California had delivered an unpopular verdict. A few hundred people went on a rampage in Atlanta, two thousand plus miles away. There was a lot of soul searching after that about race relations, which was quickly forgotten. I had the sense that the anger I saw that day was just a tiny part of the total picture, and that things could be much much worse.
I could say a great deal about this, and may someday. For now, I just try to get along with people, and remember that we are all G-d’s children. This includes Muslims, the left, PC drones, Zee, and Field.
albino ferret
Lunch Lunch was really dull today. The usual sites lost interest quickly, and I found myself looking at the Georgia blog carnival. The GBC does link to me, albeit at my old site.
What caught my eye was a piece about a lost albino ferret.
I had some roommates once who had animals. A bunch of snakes, a cat, and a ferret named Tara. I was ok with the critter as long as Tim and Cheryl has a bathroom they could keep Tara in. The problems started when we moved to another place with only one bathroom. I objected to sharing it with a weasel.
A ferret is a weasel. When I found that out the whole thing became a lot less appealing.
Tara was not an albino. I doubt that it would have helped.
That was about this time 26 years ago. The weasel in the bathroom became an issue. I was out of the new place in less than a month.
This was the early days of MTV, when they played videos. Cheryl’s favorite band was Journey, and whenever they were on this South Georgia voice squeals “turn it up turn it up”.
A couple of years ago I was going to this place outside Gainesville. As I passed a trailer park, the radio played “ Don’t stop believing”.
Chamblee54 
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