Altering History

The optimism of the late ninteenth and early twentieth century was brutally crushed by unprecedented and unforseen destruction. How could a nation formost in scientific achievement and overrun with great philosophers and thinkers become so throughly enmired in racism, asked progressives everywhere? Sincere idealists the world over have yet to see their innovative conceptions of society yield the anticipated dividends. The twentieth century was by far the bloodiest and most savage period of known human history. Amazingly, the twentieth century also saw such prodigious improvements in multiferous areas of human endeavor that it is easy to forget the horror. If only we could have had the previous century without all the evil deeds. Surely the millions of innocents did not need to die for humanity to attain the eminent, heroic, virtuous, and almost godlike position it currently enjoys. If Ideas are what drive societies, what ideas were responsible for the chaos?

by Bachman

Born This Way

I am a Scotch-Irish American. Because of my incomplete nerve endings, a genetic predisposition, I have this desire. It is not what most people consider "normal" but what is normal anyway? Our society's view of acceptable behavior is changing and dynamic. There is a gene for red hair, of which I have plenty, and that is considered normal by most people, although I am the recipient of many crude comments about this trait over which I have no control. But the other hereditary trait that I possess is painful to bring up. I have tried to hide it. I have pretended it didn't matter. I have listened to sermon after sermon, urging me to simply rise above my condition or to trust God to help me with this. So many people see this as a character fault, or even worse, as a sin. I feel ashamed, but only because others make me feel so. Who are they to judge me!
So I come to my blog. Here I dare to express how I feel. Perhaps there are others out there who share my burden, who can relate to me, and even encourage me to be who I am. You see, dear blog, Gizzard Grit, and here I will finally get down to the nitty-gritty, I am, because of my genetic makeup mind you, predisposed to hitting young children. My sensitivity, caused by my incomplete nerve endings, is the reason for this. Before you judge me, remember that I was born this way.

The Conservative Liberal?

In many ways to call someone a hard-core liberal is somewhat misleading and perhaps a bit of an oxymoron. For it is not the liberal's wish to throw out all the current laws and benefits of American society. There are, in fact, many rights and privileges which the liberals wish to conserve. For instance, the right of a "good" mother to murder her unborn child and to abuse her obligation, nay, her duty as a human being to bring her child into the world, to nuture and raise the child until adulthood. Many may call me bigoted and more will call me dogmatic, but it is my sad duty to say to all who will listen, that the horrors of murder before birth are not uncommon to our society. Some of you may argue that it is the right of the mother to rid herself of this "parasite" who has invaded her body. To this I say, anyone that believes that murder is wrong and has half a brain to think about this horrible subject for more that sixty seconds, will see that abortion is nothing more than murder to satisfy the mother's selfish desire for her own comfort. To those of you who are offended by this blog, I say, the facts I have presented are true, The danger and immoral hideousness of abortion exists and thrives in the world today. And that, dear reader, is what the liberals wish to conserve!

by Sir Colin

Which theologian are you?

Here's some fun I found on Bunniediehl's blog... Baroque

It is Well

Has God indeed left us in this world without Him? In the city, it would seem to be so. Viewing the metropolis, one finds concrete, straight lines, glass, a multitude of roads all going somewhere urgently. Men and women with sober faces rushing, rushing to their destinations- tired, hungry, impatient, sad, empty. It's the emptiness that overwhelmes me in the city.

The visual is essential for my soul. God communicates through what He has made. Here, in the country I see what God is like with my eyes and it is well with my soul.

Napping

More people in our fast-paced society should rediscover the age-old custom of napping on a hot summer afternoon. It is ever so soothing and peaceful. You can just shut out the world and dream your dreams for a time. I like to go to a place in my mind where I have a whole house to decorate. In real life, money is a limiting factor for my dreams of design, but in my imagination, I do whatever I dream of, with no limiting factors. I can create beautiful and fanciful interiors to my heart's content.

It is summer

The melons are blooming, but they can't help it because they are (1) alive and (2) here...
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