Writer’s Block.

I realize it’s been over a month since I last wrote, and quite some time passed between that and the one previous. This isn’t a diary, nor is it a news publication. If something inspires me to write, I will spend hours upon hours perfecting my piece until it is exactly what I want you to read. However, lately, my time has been consumed by work, moving, and student loans.

I have not had time to vent, or appeal, or persuade, or object. I have not had time to create, or inspire. I have not had time to anything, really. Something has to change.

Am I a writer? Who’s to say what the boundaries are, or the qualifications that make you a full-blown, legitimate writer? According to Wikipedia, a writer is someone “who produces literary content, including but not limited to stories, poetry, music and other literary art, advertising, procedures, and books.” But I’m writing online. Does that make me a twenty-two year old aspiring writer? What’s the difference between a writer and a blogger? Do I need a degree in creative writing or journalism or any other program they offer before I can truly be a writer?

That’s where I’m stuck. I’m not sure what I am. I continue to wonder why I never went to school for creative things. Not that Intel and Russian aren’t “creative” so to say. K Dubs always said Intel was art. And perhaps it was what I wanted. And now… I feel like I’m back in high school, trying to figure out which college to go to, what I want to do with the rest of my life. I love writing. I would love to continue writing. Poetry, short stories, blogs, you name it. I love it.

So maybe writing is just a passion. A hobby. But maybe it’s a possibility down the road. My opinions and ideas will continue, with the overload of passion in each sentence I write. I feel free when I’m writing. I’m not held back. It’s almost as exhilarating as when I have a sunset, my Nikon, and an empty memory card. There are no boundaries when it comes to my keyboard or my camera.

And I know I’m only twenty-two. I have my entire life ahead of me. My possibilities are endless. I can do anything. But now the question is… Where do I go from here?

Sanity: Restored.

It’s 6:04 AM as I manage to somehow turn off my alarm in the dark of my good friends’ apartment. I roll off the couch and attempt to avoid a sleeping woman on an air mattress, a naked attention-craving cat, and other objects out to trip me on my way to the bathroom. Somehow, I managed to shower, put on make up, and grab a cup of coffee after my power nap of three hours (due to catching up/sign making/watching the original Amityville Horror until 3 AM). Friend with job and I navigate to the nearest Metro, which surprisingly wasn’t as crowded as I imagined it would be at 7 AM. The car was packed with signs and laughter and jokes and compassion. The people ranged from teens to grandparents, in every color, plenty of gay couples, and they all had one thing in common: the desire to restore sanity to America.

Upon arrival at the Smithsonian exit, I held my sign proudly on the long walk to the front of the line. Strangers galore, but everyone was friendly. Friend with job and I were interviewed by Forbedre about why we were there (my answer: to have more people show up than at the Rally to Restore Honor… CHECK) and the economy and so on. We continued our journey to the front with compliments, smiles, chuckles, and photo shoots along the way. I did not receive a single negative comment or look towards my poster the entire day. The mindset of this group of people was that of humor. And perhaps acceptance.

Despite the fact that we had no idea where we were going, or where the best place was to stand, we somehow made it to the front. We settled in, a little to the right of the stage and in front of the mega screen. As I check my phone for the time, I realize there’s very little signal and that we would be standing in that spot for the next four hours until the rally began. We made some friends, used the porta-potties, and waited with anticipation for what? We weren’t entirely sure.

At noon, on the dot, The Roots start to play. I had heard their stuff before, but they were incredible live. Makes me want to go buy their album. As everyone was getting excited because it finally started, there was a fabulous surprise. John Legend made his way on stage.  The day progressed with Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert bickering back and forth about how sanity was better!-no, fear was better!-no, back to sanity! Which included a rather interesting playoff between Cat Stevens’ “Peace Train” and Ozzy’s “Crazy Train,” followed by the O’jays’ performance of “Love Train.” The whole ordeal was an interesting mix of music and chaos, that just happened to fit together perfectly.

Acts between the music were humorous. Father Guido Sarducci gave a benediction of sorts, asking “God” to give us a sign when he stated the “correct” religion. Stewart gave out awards to people who have acted rationally in a difficult situation (like the lady who calmly explained how she and others needed jobs, and felt like nothing was being accomplished to Obama) and Colbert gave fear awards (my favorite was to Anderson Cooper’s tight black t-shirt).

Towards the end, Stewart and Colbert held a Formidable Debate. Colbert tried to defeat sanity with his giant life size personification of fear, which was then destroyed like the Wicked Witch when the crowd chanted that we were no longer afraid. Next on the agenda? Jon Stewart’s closing speech.

“I can’t control what people think this was. I can only tell you my intentions. This was not a rally to ridicule people of faith or people of activism or to look down our noses at the heartland or passionate argument or to suggest that times are not difficult and that we have nothing to fear. They are and we do.  But we live now in hard times, not end times.  And we can have animus and not be enemies.”

“If we amplify everything, we hear nothing.” Jon Stewart managed to pull everything that happened that day together in his closing speech. To give you the Spark Notes’ version of it, basically the media takes every possible issue and blows it out of proportion. There are terrible, horrible things happening every single day, but the extent to which the media makes it out to be, is unacceptable. To be able to make rational, informed decisions as American citizens, we need more unbiased, rational, informed, news stations. And yes, although I do blame Fox “News” for most of the biased-ness that is occurring, most other news stations lean left. It’s not that hard to figure out. Either way, we as Americans need to start working together instead of being torn apart by our religious, political, and ethnic differences. We’re different, yes, but we don’t need to continuously bash each other. We’re all still Americans, and I’m glad we at least have that in common.

 

When I get a chance, I’ll also link all the bogs, news articles, and magazines that my sign made it into.

Islamophobia? F That.

There is no excuse for ignorance. This is my fight against Islamophobia.

Today, I decided, was the perfect day to grab a cup of coffee and read for a little while to pass the time. On my walk into Caribou, I noticed a parked car with a sign in the back window that said “STOP THE GROUND ZERO MOSQUE.” I gave the car a dirty look, and continued inside to order my medium caramel soy chai latte. I sat down, opened my book, and began to read. Three pages into it, I realized I had read one paragraph about four times, because my mind couldn’t stop listing all the reasons that that man was wrong. It bothered me to the point of asking the girl at the counter for a piece of receipt paper and a pen so I could list every single reason why Park 51 should not be stopped, and stick it on his windshield. However, ten words into writing the note, the car was gone. And so my frustration lives on.

I will preface this argument with the fact that I am not a religious person. I do not attend church or pray every night, nor will I attempt to convert you into a born again Christian or Protestant or Muslim or Atheist. I will, however, respect your right to practice which ever religion you prefer, or lack thereof (assuming you don’t try to convert me). I have read the Bible (in two different versions) as well as very large sections of the Qu’ran (despite the fact I can’t read Arabic, and therefore it is not in its original form and is not “real”). Additionally, I have taken numerous classes on world religions, including (but not limited to) Islam, Russian Orthodoxy, Catholicism, Christianity, and Hinduism. I find them interesting and profound. Many are beautiful, promoting peace and unity and togetherness. At the end of the day, as an American citizen, I am free to practice which ever religion I prefer. If you don’t believe me, perhaps a brush up on the Bill of Rights is in order:

“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof…” -Amendment I, United States Constitution

Good for Obama for recognizing the document that our nation is built upon. On that note, to be politically correct, feel free to also openly despise Park 51 as much as you’d like, since the Constitution also supports your freedom of speech. I may not agree with you, but I will fight for your right to speak your mind. But perhaps you should inform yourself on the intentions, plans, mission, building blueprints, designers, etc. of Park 51 before you go throwing around terms such as “GROUND ZERO MOSQUE” and sound like an idiot. This is how rumors get started. Ignorant (and yes, I mean ignorant in its correct usage, unlike those who use it interchangeably with the word “stupid”) people who see one news broadcast on a blatantly biased “news” network that then feel as if they know EVERY little thing about the proposed community center and are 110 percent against the “Mosque at Ground Zero” because of the simple fact that it is an Islamic community center know nothing. Do your research, people, don’t just follow the herd. The far-right-we-need-to-win-this-next-election-so-we-will-make-everyone-think-Park-51-is-a-terrorist-plot-to-destroy-all-of-America herd.

“It is going to be a Mega-Mosque.”

If you would really like to get into specifics, technically it is a community center, much like the Jewish Community Centers and YMCAs you see floating about the United States. If memory serves me correctly, my United Methodist church going family has had memberships to both. The green facility will include a prayer space for Muslims, meeting spaces, meditation rooms, a memorial dedicated to 9/11, a spa, basketball court, a garden, swimming pool, auditorium, and classrooms offering everything from digital photography to language classes, all open to the public, according to one of the Park 51 planners.

“That it may even be called a mosque is debatable. It is designed as a multi-use complex with a space set aside for prayer — no minarets, no muezzin calls to prayer blaring onto Park Place. It would seem to qualify as a mosque about as much as a chapel in a Roman Catholic hospital qualifies as a church.” -Clyde Haberman, NY Times

Muslims have built mosques for the sole purpose of being a mosque on places they have “taken over” in its early stages of development as a sign of dominance, yes. But could we also backtrack about 900 years when the Roman Catholic Crusaders built churches across their dominated countries? In 2010, if a Christian builds a church it does not symbolize their dominancy over a region, religion, state, or people. Seriously.

“The mosque is being build at Ground Zero.”

No it is not. It is approximately one tenth of a mile AWAY from Ground Zero. Go ahead, watch the video. Google Map it. LOOK at it yourself, before you use the word “at.”

“But back to prepositions. There’s that “at.” For a two-letter word, it packs quite a wallop. It has been tossed around in a manner both cavalier and disingenuous, with an intention by some to inflame passions. Nobody, regardless of political leanings, would tolerate a mosque at ground zero. “Near” is not the same, as anyone who paid attention back in the fourth grade should know.” -Clyde Haberman, NY Times

We already know there are plans to rebuild a center, likely office buildings, at the cite of Ground Zero. Likely owned by the state, and open for Americans to use. Americans… Not specifically blacks, or whites, or homosexuals, or Christians, or Muslims, okay, you get the idea. It will be of use to every citizen, despite their ethnicity, sexuality, or religion, assuming they are in the career of whatever company ends up buying the space.

“President Barack Obama is a Muslim.”

ARE YOU F@!%$#* KIDDING ME? Okay, now that that is out of my system… He is not Muslim. He is a Christian.

“I’ve been to the same church, the same Christian church, for almost 20 years. I was sworn in with my hand on the family Bible. Whenever I’m in the United States Senate, I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America. So if you get some silly e-mail, send it back to whoever sent it and tell them this is all crazy. Educate.” -President Barack Obama, South Carolina Primary

His father was indeed a Muslim, and left our President when he was two years old. He had but one moment of contact until his father’s death when he was 22. Obama was raised as a Christian, still practices Christianity, and will continue to be a Christian until the day he dies. Apparently, that means nothing to 18 percent of the American public. According to PEW Research Center, one in five Americans think Obama is Muslim, and only 34 percent know he is Christian. Come on, people, DO YOUR RESEARCH. This disgusts me. We, as an American people, are ignorant. Educate yourselves. Learn facts, not fiction. The part that bothers me is not that they don’t KNOW he is a Christian, but the fact that people tend to view Muslims in a negative light. Terrorists and extremists, yes, they are bad. Muslims as a whole are not.

“Terrorists are funding the Ground Zero Mosque.”

No. They are not. In the words of my dear friend, Mr. Matthew Visco:

“Imam Feisal Abdul Rauf is a neighborhood preacher who already has a mosque in a building he owns. As to him being an extremist, well that is completely untrue. If you have read any of his writings you would see how he argues that it is both morally and religiously wrong to conduct terrorist attacks and he has strong views against religious based violence.”

I may have changed some grammar and punctuation errors, but he’s right. Take the time to learn about Imam Feisal and then feel free to make conclusions of your own. Do not, however, make assumptions simply because he is Muslim that he is a terrorist. That is uneducated and you kind of just sound like an idiot. There are extremists and fundamentalists in EVERY religion, not just Islam. For instance, how about the Westboro Baptist Church. Go ahead, Google them, how much more Anti-American can you get? Praising 9/11? They are a Christian Fundamentalist group, and yet, we don’t assume all Christians support killing of American soldiers.

In closing, I’ve spent the past three hours at my computer, aiding in my future carpal tunnel, attempting to shed some light on the current situation. Islamophobia is the religious version of the time before the civil rights movement, and it needs to be stopped. There are about a million other arguments I’d like to make, but in reality, I should get back to working on my website. Or perhaps cleaning my room. Either way, here are a few more links for your educational purposes. Feel free to repost this if you’d like, or comment. I feel much better now that I’ve spoken my peace. Let the fun begin…

Park 51
Two Thumbs Up
Obama Bio
If You Build It, They Will Learn
More Park 51
Yet Again, Park 51

Update: For those of you who have already read this, I apologize for my redundancy. However, it needed to be added to the blog, not just Facebook. Despite the fact that Park 51 is not quite the center of attention like it was when I wrote this, my thoughts have not changed. I do feel for those who died on 9/11, but Muslims were included in that group. The pastor or priest or whatever he was from Florida who threatened to burn Qu’rans on 9/11 needs a reality check. He’s pegging the entire religion as terrorists. We cannot sit here and single out a single religion because of a few extremists. (I know all Catholics are not unintelligent, despite the vast number of ones I’ve met who are.) I thought this chart would perhaps help those of you who are visual, like myself:

Make Sense?

Oh! And for those of you who have some time on your hands? Check out this site. There’s some pretty interesting documentaries. And my true nerdiness is revealed…

Rabies Update.

It’s been a pretty rough month. Dealing with clearance issues, migraines, job switches, the boyfriend trying to get his license back, our projector not working, etc. I mean, how’s a girl supposed to watch her House, Glee, Parenthood, Hellcats, and Grey’s Anatomy without the projector working?! Yes, there’s always the internet, however, most of these shows don’t get posted the night after, due to want of higher ratings the night it airs on TV. Anyway, this is not really a post to complain about my circumstances; rather, it is one to let you know what happened.

We picked Lacey up Saturday afternoon. We bought her everything: carrier, bed, shampoo, clippers, toys, food (soft, dry, treats, and milk), etc. She was amazing. Loving, purring, playing, crawling all over us, etc. She was the most perfect cat anyone could ask for. Then Sunday rolled around. She seized in the morning, wouldn’t eat or drink anything the rest of the day, wouldn’t even open her mouth, and a few other concerning things. She then seized later on in the afternoon and passed away. I spent the rest of the night in bed crying with my boyfriend. I also spent the entire first day of my new job trying to hold back tears. How did it happen? What if someone missed something at the animal shelter, because of the hundreds of other animals they have to take care of? Was it dehydration or could it truly have been rabies? The odds are against rabies, but we called the Health Department anyway just to clarify. They said digging her up (as psychologically abusive as that could have been) was pointless-the heat would have killed the virus and they wouldn’t have been able to positively identify it anyway. So they recommended I do the shots. So that’s the next step. Rabies shots.

So I went to the ER last night (only place that has the first shots) and they said they can start me tonight. Also, they gave me some wonderful scripts to keep these migraines at bay. Let’s hope they aren’t too strong, or I’ll be a bit loopy at work. Either way, I have to go see a neurologist for the headaches. Keep your fingers crossed they don’t find anything serious and it’s just stress related migraines, to which they will hopefully prescribe me something on a daily basis so I stop having them all together. Yay for twenty-first century medicine.

Anyway, we’ve said our goodbyes, and I’m just glad I could offer her a better place for her last few days. I’m heartbroken she couldn’t have been a part of our family, but for what it’s worth, she was for a little while.

PostSecret: A Memoir.

It’s Sunday morning. I roll over, grumble a little as I realize my phone says it’s only 8:30 and it was my day to sleep in, and throw the covers over my head to shun the bright lights. When I almost suffocate from the lack of air flow under the covers, I face the reality that it’s time to wake up. I prop my pillows up behind me and say good morning to my other half. Instead of the old school couple who reads newspapers at the breakfast table in their robes, my boyfriend and I are the epitome of the urban 21st century couple. We open up our Macbooks, check our emails and Facebooks, glance through the headlines on CNN.com. Perhaps we’ll watch a Youtube video or two. But since it’s Sunday, I never forget to head to my weekly dose of crack: PostSecret.com.

I started following PostSecret in 2004, the year it began, when a good friend sent me a link to this uber cool art project online. After a couple months or so of seeing these secrets creatively drawn on postcards, I decided I was going to make one. It was on a piece of poster board, cut to the size of a postcard. I used a yellow piece of lined paper, and made a copy of the list I had been keeping with my best friend at the time. This list consisted of quite a handful of boys I had made out with, with numbers next to each name. The card said, “I keep a list of all the boys I’ve kissed. And then I rate them.” I never actually sent it in, but it felt liberating just making it. She and I were the only two who knew about the list (and I’m certain the boys on it would not enjoy the idea that they were being compared to others), and even though I did not send it in, it felt like I had still shared my secret.

After that first secret, I made many more. All of which are stored away in my closet somewhere safe. Each time I would make one, I would feel a little more free. I felt like it wasn’t such a burden, keeping that secret, if it was written down somewhere. It was almost like keeping a journal, but it took more than just writing paragraphs to a diary; it took thought and creativity, and you had to find the perfect few words to get across a point that fit on a 4 by 5 piece of blank poster board. Each secret helped me move on, even if just the slightest bit.

I don’t mind sharing my secrets, now that they are in the past. I made one that said, “I don’t want to be the other girl. I want to be the only girl.” It was made out of cut out words and had a poster of a friend’s in the background. Another was, “Why won’t you let me in?” It had a set of bright blue eyes. The only secret I ever sent was about one of my best friends. It was a chopped up map from Google starting at my house and ending at his that said, “The only thing stopping our perfect relationship is the distance. I love you.” I sent it when I was 17, I think? Instead of sending it to PostSecret, in fears it would get lost or not get posted, I sent it straight to him. He really was my best friend, and had helped me through one of the most difficult times in my life. I had the courage to tell him, rather than a bunch of strangers. That is when I realized PostSecret helped me in ways I did not recognize until I sat down and thought about it. It gave me courage, it gave me hope, it gave me the chance to use my creativity in ways I had never imagined.

But what I want to thank Frank Warren the most for doing, is allowing me to feel like I’m not alone. Since 2004, I have saved hundreds and hundreds of secrets (419, to be exact) that I can either relate to now, have related to, or have inspired me. I found myself saving more when I felt lonely or depressed; it was nice to know that others felt exactly the way I did. Other times, when I was in a happy relationship, I saved the sappy, sweet secrets. Recently, I have been saving more inspirational ones (despite the lack thereof). I’ve found that when I’m the happiest, I find less secrets to relate to. Is that because more times than not, peoples’ deepest, darkest secrets are that of pain and suffering? Or is it because we tend to share joy and hide pain? I don’t have any secrets of how happy I am. Everyone knows. My family, my friends, random people who read this blog (which I know is approximately zero, but we’ll get there one day). Either way, I’ve realized the rate of secrets I save each week has decreased substantially, despite my weekly dedication to the blog. Frank, we need to see some more happy secrets. Maybe that should be my next one.

So here’s to PostSecret. Here’s to each and every person that PostSecret has touched, helped, inspired, or saved. Here’s to Sunday mornings being dedicated to something worth committing to. Here’s to happiness and joy and inspiration for years to come.

The Cat That Gave Me Rabies. (Well, Almost.)

I’ve always been an animal lover. I’ve never known life without one (except the three animal-less college years, the fourth of which I owned two fish that died less than six months after purchase). My family has owned horses, cats, dogs, guinea pigs, rabbits, goats, birds, skunks, ducks, raccoons, hamsters, and I think one time we rescued a goose? Anyway, rescuing animals is all I’ve ever known. We never paid hundreds or thousands of dollars to own a purebred, we always just happened to be the family that couldn’t turn down a stray. For example, Faircat. We found her at the fairgrounds, and she smelled like skunk. She had a tag, so we called her owners. We found her there a couple days later, with no more collar. So we adopted her, and she lived a long healthy life with the Corley family. The point is, I was raised to be compassionate towards animals.

The other day at the golf course where I work, I was driving around hole five when I saw a ball of fur. Not sure if it was alive or not, I called my boss to see what to do. She didn’t answer. I then approached the curled up ball to see if I should move its body off the middle of the fairway. I moved my fingers to make a noise, and it got up, bit my outstretched hand due to my quick approach, and meowed. A lot. I then called my mom to see what to do next. With my luck, the kitten probably had rabies, so I told my boss, who told a cat lady, who told animal control, who told my boss I needed worker’s comp, etc. It was a long day of tetanus shots and phone calls. The kitten was taken to the animal shelter, where (I found out shortly “it” was a “she”) she still sits in quarantine until Friday.

Do you know what they do to an animal to check it for rabies if it shows signs in quarantine? If you have a heart at all, you probably don’t want to read this article. It sucks, for lack of a better phrase. We don’t have any other means of concluding if an animal has rabies or not, until it drops dead after showing all signs. Now, if the cat showed no signs of rabies, I had two options. When an animal is in quarantine for biting, it cannot be adopted out to another person. The only option is euthanization. Unless you’re the one it bit. If so, you can adopt. Adopt or euthanize? Hmm, like there’s really a choice here.

So I talked to my boyfriend. We had always wanted a kitten. Preferably black with blue eyes and a male. Which we would name Lil Wayne and call him Weezy F. Baby. However, plans have changed a bit. Our little rescue is dark and light gray, with long hair. She’s not quite an adult, but not considered a kitten either. “Young adult” was the term they used. She’s malnourished, so we will have to feed her quite a bit for a while. To sum it up, she’s a detour in our path of life, but one that will still bring us happiness. I’m truly looking forward to moving into our new townhouse (November 10th!) and living with her. For the time being, my boyfriend’s dad and step-mom will be cat-sitting until we get on our feet.

I pick her up on Friday. She could be wild, crazy, mean, etc. Or, she could just be a lost sweet baby kitten looking for a home. Either way, I know I made the right decision. Saving a life, no matter how you do it, is something worth while. We are going to name her Lacey, after the lead singer in Brand New. Check em out, they kind of rock. Just sayin.

It’s National Coming Out Day.

No, I’m not coming out. However, I am a strong supporter of equal rights. We did it for women, we did it for African Americans, now let’s do it for LGBTs. Here’s a few facts for all you haters out there. Perhaps one day you’ll change your minds.

  • 24 countries currently allow gays and lesbians to serve openly in the military. Not including the US.
  • 7 countries give rights to LGBT couples, and Spain gives the exact same rights to straight and gay marriages. The US does not.
  • Only 5 states (plus our nation’s capital, DC) recognize marriage equality, while 30 states have actually banned same-sex marriage.
  • Almost 90% of LGBT youth experience harassment in school.
  • Over 14,000 service members have been discharged from the military under the failed “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” law.
  • In 29 states, you can be fired from your job for being lesbian, gay or bisexual and in 38 states for being transgender.
  • 61% of Americans believe that transgender individuals should be legally protected from discrimination.

One of the most irritating, annoying, ridiculous arguments against gay marriage and homosexuality comes from those whose only source of reason is one single book. A book that has been translated into English from Hebrew and Greek. A book that is interpreted to mean however you intend it to mean. A book with 25 English versions and old school language. A book they like to call the Bible. Back to my point: those against LGBTs who use the Bible as their “moral compass,” whether they interpret or take each sentence literally, 1) are living in another century and 2) can be disputed in every argument they make (most of the time using the same piece of literature). I had a good friend tell me that the Bible does, in fact, state directly that homosexuality is wrong and sinners will go to Hell. However, with my own research (and help from a wonderful ethics professor), I have concluded that this idea is completely asinine and a ploy of homophobic religious fanatics to call LGBTs “immoral.”

First off, let me clarify that the Bible was written in Hebrew and Greek. We, as English speaking people, translated it into our own language. There are words in some languages that we simply cannot translate properly, giving the original word justice. Let’s take “ilunga,” or the  south-eastern Democratic Republic of the Congo Tshiluba word meaning “person who is ready to forgive any abuse the first time it occurs, to tolerate it the second time, but to neither forgive nor tolerate a third offense,” for instance. There is no word in the English language to specify what is meant by “ilunga.” Let’s take it back a few centuries, with the word “arsenokoitai.” Corinthians and Timothy both use this word, which when literally translated into two parts, “arsen” means “man“; “koitai” means “beds.” There is a lot more evidence backing up how the Bible did not mean “homosexuality,” but instead, a man pretending to sleep with a woman or so forth, but I’d rather you just read this page yourself. It’s rather informative.

Anyway, here’s another difference in in translations. My good friend took the 1 Corinthians 6:9-10 from one version:

“Don’t you realize that those who do wrong will not inherit the Kingdom of God? Don’t fool yourselves. Those who indulge in sexual sin, or who worship idols, or commit adultery, or are male prostitutes, or practice homosexuality, or are thieves, or greedy people, or drunkards, or are abusive, or cheat people – none of these will inherit the Kingdom of God.”

While I took the “translation to end all translations” version from the King James Bible:

“Know ye not that the unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God? Be not deceived: neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor abusers of themselves with mankind, nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners, shall inherit the kingdom of God.”

Which version is the correct translation? Only the ancient Greeks know the answer to that. Okay, well now that I’ve turned this pro-LGBT post into a religion rant, it’s about time to recover from Insanity, day two. My body is stiff and like jello all at the same time. Possible? Apparently. It was rather intense, but I didn’t puke today. Proud? Hope so! Anyway, I encourage you to check out the links, and let me know what you think. I enjoy stirring things up a bit from time to time.