How this reminds me of the good old days

Drinking, Chess and Gunfire;

http://www.pittsburghlive.com/x/pittsburghtrib/news/mostread/s_549217.html

Police are charging Dennis Kleyn, who hosted a drink and chess night that apparently involved himself and his opponent, 1 girl betrothed in some fashion to each of them (ie party of four) and a 9-month old son of Lucov’s, for wantonly endangering the four occupants of the apartment who were to witness Zachary Lucov’s suicide attempt by interfering with the attempt in such a way as to lead to uncontrolled gunfire within the apartment which struck Kleyn in the elbow and narrowly missed the infant who was found bound into a reclined seating position on a torture rack brand named Graco. Further charges against Lucov, whom the gun was registered to and was in complete control of prior to his assault by Mr Kleyn interrupted his suicide attempt in the state of PA so its unclear what the legal status was prior to Kleyn’s heroic disregard for the safety of two women and an infant shown by aiming the weapon randomly during a struggle with a suicidal lunatic drunkenly at a social gathering instead of orderly leaving the area and notifying police as taught in the Coraopolis public Schools.

Its all there in the article.

FDA approves cloned meat, milk: newspaper

I love how this story opens with the statement;
- A U.S. Food and Drug Administration report finds that meat and milk from cloned animals is, for the most part, safe to eat, the Washington Post reported on Tuesday.

And then later recants to say, quoting an official;
- Food from cattle, swine, and goat clones is as safe to eat as that from their more conventionally-bred counterparts

Well of course it is, they are still cattle, swine, goat, etc. Just because they were cloned instead of bred conventionally doesn't change their species.

Why do I care? Isn't it disingenuous to prohibit the cloning of stem-cells for medical research but approve the cloning of animals for agri-business?

Just asking.

A poem

Oh Mama, I can hear your voice.
"Our Father, Who art in Heaven."
But I can't go to church today,
the Broncos are getting seven.

Stay away from alcohol,
Just say no to pot.
Watch out for them easy ones son,
they make peter rot.

Live long and straight and clean and free,
and when you're old and bored and finally died.
You can go to heaven just like me.
Dwell on that with self-righteous pride.

So Lord, I stand before you
a little less Christian than the rest.
But I hope you'll realize
I always did my best.

I believe in miracles,
and I believe in fate,
and I met Jesus Christ one night
on an acid trip in '88.

All that I can really do
is live to live with me.
And if heaven's full of you front pew ladies,
then keep eternity.

I'm Blogging!

I’m witty enough, I’m garrulous enough, and dog-gone it….well two out of three ain’t bad.

To Declare or Not to Declare

It seems all my friends are atheists, convinced that if they can’t hold it in their hands then it must not exist. If they can’t feel the texture or smell the scent then the reality of it is in question entirely. To me this seems short-sighted. I certainly don’t believe in the same God that my narrow-minded protestant parents seem so convinced is keeping track of every masturbatory emission but I have a hard time believing that all of this life and technology and what’s-all was happened upon incidentally based upon the collision of two objects de Space ala some big boom.

Something bigger than me put things in order, maybe they tuned out soon afterwards and have lost track of the experiment or maybe they’re really not as interested in whether we’re doing the right things. Maybe they don’t consider the right things to be the same right things that holy men have pushed down my throat for the past 30 years.

Maybe we’re running around here tithing the church that is monetarily and spiritually pushing conservative values and agendas erroneously while we look like the silly American trying to drink out of a bidet. I can’t buy into the God of the American protestant party that thinks we force all children to be born into the world regardless of the circumstances. I can’t buy into the divisiveness that follows when you start blaming homosexuals for all the perils endangering civilized wedded bliss. And I certainly don’t think God drew the arbitrary geo-political lines that men like to enforce with force in order to keep populace divided.

But just because modern Christianity has been derailed by false prophets and idolaters I can’t completely dissuade myself of the spirituality I feel at certain times when faced with the immaculate beauty of nature on a clear mountain morning, or the unadulterated joy that can be witnessed in a child’s eyes when they laugh, or the way beauty reaches out and grabs you in the deepest depths of an hallucinogenic experience.

My rents raised me in a church that forbade dancing, absolutely disallowed inebriants, and demanded obedience in the form of monetary tithing to the tune of 10 percent. I never figured out if they expected that from the gross or if they would overlook the portion that was automatically “tithed” to the government and at a slightly steeper rate for my middle class parents than what the church required.

I meant to find out, I really tried to learn. Went so far as to enlist in the Southern Nazarene University. After a year with Gods own gifted it became apparent to me that I was that bad influence that so many of them had learned about in Sunday School and so quietly slipped off the day after my second semester and found myself a paying job in Uncle Sam’s Army. Truly a saving grace for a malcontent like me, nothing relieves the stress and anger of being less than expected all of your life like laying down 800 rounds a minute with a machine gun. Get some, indeed!

In the immortal words of Mark Hunter (Pump Up the Volume);

They say I'm disturbed. Well, of course I'm disturbed. I mean, we're all disturbed. And if we're not, why not? Doesn't this blend of blindness and blandness want to make you do something crazy? Then why not do something crazy? It makes a helluva lot more sense than blowing your fucking brains out.