Busiest time of the year, so of COURSE I want to start a PAC!
Matildah, I got your comment and have responded.
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I am currently talking with Trusted Advisors as to getting the thing rolling. Lookit...it NEEDS to be done. The Founders (no, not the shapeshifters from DS9) of our nation had a vision of regular turnover in representation, not an entrenched bureaucratic ruling class.
I am going out of town on biz. I will try to post whilst there.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Ha, and HA!
Back in the day- a phrase which has cropped up innumerably the past few days- I went to school with, and played in the school band with, the probable next head of the Fed.
That's right, Ben Bernanke.
THAT Ben Bernanke.
He has been on my mind lately, but oddly, not because of hearing Cavuto burble about him. Just one of those co-inky-dinkies, I guess.
Ben, the smoker of foot-long novelty cigars.
Ben, the player of poker.
Ben, the regaler of ribaldry.
Ben, the mental multiplier.
Also, Ben, the player of sax!
I could go on, but I shan't. I have little data on his policies, but if he is tapped to take Greenspan's mantle, well....
Wow...Dillon High School boy makes good!
His brother Seth was a friend of mine in high school, and introduced me to the novel "Dune".
Hat tip, Seth.
I was not as close to sister Mindy, as she had issues with my evangelical propensities at school, but she was a brilliant, lovely young lady.
If I recall, the family owned the Jaybee drug store. Bought my first pipe there, and lots of sulfur and potassium nitrate, to do pyrotechnic experiments. Oh, yeah.
Hail to the Bernankes. May God bless them all.
Back in the day- a phrase which has cropped up innumerably the past few days- I went to school with, and played in the school band with, the probable next head of the Fed.
That's right, Ben Bernanke.
THAT Ben Bernanke.
He has been on my mind lately, but oddly, not because of hearing Cavuto burble about him. Just one of those co-inky-dinkies, I guess.
Ben, the smoker of foot-long novelty cigars.
Ben, the player of poker.
Ben, the regaler of ribaldry.
Ben, the mental multiplier.
Also, Ben, the player of sax!
I could go on, but I shan't. I have little data on his policies, but if he is tapped to take Greenspan's mantle, well....
Wow...Dillon High School boy makes good!
His brother Seth was a friend of mine in high school, and introduced me to the novel "Dune".
Hat tip, Seth.
I was not as close to sister Mindy, as she had issues with my evangelical propensities at school, but she was a brilliant, lovely young lady.
If I recall, the family owned the Jaybee drug store. Bought my first pipe there, and lots of sulfur and potassium nitrate, to do pyrotechnic experiments. Oh, yeah.
Hail to the Bernankes. May God bless them all.
Monday, May 16, 2005
Political stuff:
I want to start a PAC. Sort of an anti-PAC.
F.O.I.L.
Fire Our Incumbent Leadership.
Beyond the complete de-federalisation of these several States, it is the best hope for reclaiming our nation from the clutches of entrenched Executive, Legislative, and Judicial power. A bloodless coup.
Tim, we need to talk...
I want to start a PAC. Sort of an anti-PAC.
F.O.I.L.
Fire Our Incumbent Leadership.
Beyond the complete de-federalisation of these several States, it is the best hope for reclaiming our nation from the clutches of entrenched Executive, Legislative, and Judicial power. A bloodless coup.
Tim, we need to talk...
Hi. I'm Weatherly, and I'm a jerk.
Hi. I'm Weatherly, and I'm a jerk.
"Hi, Weatherly"
Yep, the Aardvark 'fesses up! But why?
I just had a dee-LIGHTful weekend in Mobile, AL, at Mobicon, a little SF convention in its eighth year. (http://www.mobicon.org/) You can see the broad picture there. Saw an old con pal from way back, Tim Riley, cartoonist and entrepreneur extraordinaire. (http://www.trnco.com/index.html)
He and his wife were a huge blessing to me. My sweet wife, the Momoovark, had instructed me to go to the con and relax. I set up our shirts, and sold, but spent a vast amount of time talking, schmoozing, reminiscing, and making new friends. (Shout out to Jeff! http://www.celiaentertainment.com/bresbio.html) I relaxed. Good call, Momoovark!
The con is run by a couple of other con friends of mine, who happen to have what is referred to as an alternate lifestyle. (They insist on white wine with beef. I don't know why I put up with them...) I have friends who are irreligious, friends who are pagan, friends who eat it in a car, friends who drink it in a bar. I have friends who I print t-shirts for.
These people love me. Or like me a whole lot. Amazingly.
Now some of these guys may read this, and wonder "What's not to like?".
And I have to admit...I'm charming. Sincerely so; I'm really not a schmoozer in the classic sense. (Classsic schmoozing on Lite 96.3...)
Expressively friendly, smiling, happy most of the time. Ebullient, even.
What's not to like?
I look back to when I was a kid in college and I cringe at what I was...hyper-opinionated, unpleasantly so, self-righteous. Judgmental.
I won't bore with the details.
Now, the trick is, I am a Christian...and was then.
I'm just older, now.
I'm more mature.
Mellow. er.
I don't have the call to JUDGE. I only have the call to present Christ.
My friends are now confused, as I have not yet induced blunt-force trauma on any of them with a ten-pound King James.
Christ loves them all. I must love them all. And I do. Not in a self-serving ego-stroking "I am loving them with the Love of JEEEEEEEEE-Zus!" Real, "It's SO good to see you again!" love.
But the question remains...why do these people love me?
Because I have changed.
Christ has changed me over the decades.
Decades.
Slowly, Jesus changes those who are His into His image. Not all at once, but change over time, as we yield, as we bow the knee to our Lord in each area of our lives.
Why do these people love me?
Because, whether they know it or not, they love the Jesus in me.
If they honestly do not see Weatherly the jerk, well...
It's His fault.
"Hi, Weatherly"
Yep, the Aardvark 'fesses up! But why?
I just had a dee-LIGHTful weekend in Mobile, AL, at Mobicon, a little SF convention in its eighth year. (http://www.mobicon.org/) You can see the broad picture there. Saw an old con pal from way back, Tim Riley, cartoonist and entrepreneur extraordinaire. (http://www.trnco.com/index.html)
He and his wife were a huge blessing to me. My sweet wife, the Momoovark, had instructed me to go to the con and relax. I set up our shirts, and sold, but spent a vast amount of time talking, schmoozing, reminiscing, and making new friends. (Shout out to Jeff! http://www.celiaentertainment.com/bresbio.html) I relaxed. Good call, Momoovark!
The con is run by a couple of other con friends of mine, who happen to have what is referred to as an alternate lifestyle. (They insist on white wine with beef. I don't know why I put up with them...) I have friends who are irreligious, friends who are pagan, friends who eat it in a car, friends who drink it in a bar. I have friends who I print t-shirts for.
These people love me. Or like me a whole lot. Amazingly.
Now some of these guys may read this, and wonder "What's not to like?".
And I have to admit...I'm charming. Sincerely so; I'm really not a schmoozer in the classic sense. (Classsic schmoozing on Lite 96.3...)
Expressively friendly, smiling, happy most of the time. Ebullient, even.
What's not to like?
I look back to when I was a kid in college and I cringe at what I was...hyper-opinionated, unpleasantly so, self-righteous. Judgmental.
I won't bore with the details.
Now, the trick is, I am a Christian...and was then.
I'm just older, now.
I'm more mature.
Mellow. er.
I don't have the call to JUDGE. I only have the call to present Christ.
My friends are now confused, as I have not yet induced blunt-force trauma on any of them with a ten-pound King James.
Christ loves them all. I must love them all. And I do. Not in a self-serving ego-stroking "I am loving them with the Love of JEEEEEEEEE-Zus!" Real, "It's SO good to see you again!" love.
But the question remains...why do these people love me?
Because I have changed.
Christ has changed me over the decades.
Decades.
Slowly, Jesus changes those who are His into His image. Not all at once, but change over time, as we yield, as we bow the knee to our Lord in each area of our lives.
Why do these people love me?
Because, whether they know it or not, they love the Jesus in me.
If they honestly do not see Weatherly the jerk, well...
It's His fault.
Friday, May 06, 2005
I am consistently amazed at the level of intellectual debate here in the blogosphere. To wit:
"Yes, I'd be quite interested to hear your thoughts on these things - particularly your lack of willingness to fight for your country. But I won't hold my breath waiting for a reply; it's probably hard for you to give one with your thumb in your mouth." (from a commentor on Vox Popoli)
This is a sample of what poses as thoughtful discourse. Now Vox Day, the author of the blog, IS intellectually formidable, politically astute, and a hoot, to boot. The castigation he receives in others' blogs, as well as in the Hell-o-Scan comments section of his site, is often of the calibre quoted. Bottom line: if one cannot refute another's arguments...BLUSTER.
Cheap, cheap, cheap.
Often the essentially "christian" sites display the agape love evidenced by the massacre of Luther's "followers" by the provoked RCs. Oh, yeah! Jesus said "They'll know you are my disciples because you SCREAM at one another."
This reminds me of another little goodie: a friend of mine proudly displayed his new bumper sticker. It reads
"Yes, I'd be quite interested to hear your thoughts on these things - particularly your lack of willingness to fight for your country. But I won't hold my breath waiting for a reply; it's probably hard for you to give one with your thumb in your mouth." (from a commentor on Vox Popoli)
This is a sample of what poses as thoughtful discourse. Now Vox Day, the author of the blog, IS intellectually formidable, politically astute, and a hoot, to boot. The castigation he receives in others' blogs, as well as in the Hell-o-Scan comments section of his site, is often of the calibre quoted. Bottom line: if one cannot refute another's arguments...BLUSTER.
Cheap, cheap, cheap.
Often the essentially "christian" sites display the agape love evidenced by the massacre of Luther's "followers" by the provoked RCs. Oh, yeah! Jesus said "They'll know you are my disciples because you SCREAM at one another."
This reminds me of another little goodie: a friend of mine proudly displayed his new bumper sticker. It reads
"Jesus Loves You.
(everyone else thinks
you're an a***ole!)"
(everyone else thinks
you're an a***ole!)"
O........K. Let's use the the Son of God to give the finger to the world. Gotta love that.
Come on, people; let ALL things be done to build one another up.
1 Corinthians 16:14, "Let all your things be done with charity (agape love)."
1 Peter 4:8, "And above all things have fervent charity (agape love) among yourselves: for charity (agape love) shall cover the multitude of sins."
It may not be as sexy as vituperative debate,
but it makes our Father happy.
Come on, people; let ALL things be done to build one another up.
1 Corinthians 16:14, "Let all your things be done with charity (agape love)."
1 Peter 4:8, "And above all things have fervent charity (agape love) among yourselves: for charity (agape love) shall cover the multitude of sins."
It may not be as sexy as vituperative debate,
but it makes our Father happy.
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