It was very strange for me to hear about the murder of Dr. Tiller today. This is why. Just last night, actually very early this morning, I was thinking about partial birth abortion and how terrible it is, and dreadfully, how painful it must be for the babies. I couldn't sleep, and never can when my wife is out of town, and for some reason this thought came to mind. I also thought that as much as I'm against it, and as wrong as I think it is, besides faithfully voting pro-life, I've done precious little about it.
The other thing that occurred to me is how many professed Christians are pro-abortion, up to and including our President. Our President, the wise like Solomon Barack Obama, can't decide when a baby is a baby. When asked when life began he said "That's above my pay grade." Well, he's president now. Is it still above his pay grade? If it's a life, and you end it, then it's murder. So if you're not really sure, wouldn't ere on the side of caution, or rather, ere on the side of life? Because maybe, just maybe, it's a living human being and if we abort it, then we just murdered someone.
But 'Christians' go around voting for Democrats, jumping on President Obama's bandwagon, feeling like they're progressive, and hoping that the government will take care of poor people because as Christians, you know, they really care about poor people.
Anyway, I'm just saying that's what was going through my head this morning.
Then I log on and see a news story that Dr. Tiller was murdered, in church! Taking the offering! I cannot justify his murder at all. I believe in the rule of law. St. Paul tells me I ought to obey the laws of my land. However, I am not sad that Dr. Tiller will not be performing anymore late term abortions. Also, I cannot say that his murder was punishment. Many people who don't perform abortions are murdered every day.
So tonight, before I attempt sleep, I'll pray that something good will come of this. Somehow I feel this is a set back for pro-life. Yet, if there is an abortion scheduled for tomorrow in Wichita that won't be performed, I won't be disappointed.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Will to Skynyrd
Remember that group, Will to Power? Me neither, but I do remember a song they did. Actually, I think it was the song they did. At any rate, they covered Peter Frampton's Baby I Love Your Way. Now I've always liked that Frampton song, but the genius behind Will to Power's version is they put a verse from Lynyrd Skynyrd's Free Bird in there. That song obviously did very well on charts. How could it not? If you take two great songs, mash 'em together, what do you get, one great song!
There is another song out right now that follows that formula, and interestingly enough, one of the songs in the mash up is another Skynyrd hit. Until last night I didn't know who did it. Turns out it's Kid Rock and his song is All Summer Long. He combines Warren Zevon's Werewolves of London and Skynyrd's Sweet Home Alabama. I believe that song is doing well also. I have to say, when I start my band, the first thing I'll do is combine some Skynyrd songs with some other songs I like. It's a no brainer. Every Skynyrd song is great, so automatically one half of your song is great. So all you have to do find another tried and true song and bam, a hit!
With that in mind, here is side A of my first album:
1. Saturday Night is Back (AC/DC's Back in Black, Saturday Night Special)
2. Smell It (Michael Jackson's Beat It, That Smell)
3. The Breeze Never Sleeps (Puccini's Nessun Dorma, Call Me the Breeze)
4. Three Steps from the King (Robert Grant's O Worship the King, Gimme Three Steps)
5. Summer Questions (Kid Rock's All Summer Long, Don't Ask Me No Questions)
Now, where to shoot the videos?
There is another song out right now that follows that formula, and interestingly enough, one of the songs in the mash up is another Skynyrd hit. Until last night I didn't know who did it. Turns out it's Kid Rock and his song is All Summer Long. He combines Warren Zevon's Werewolves of London and Skynyrd's Sweet Home Alabama. I believe that song is doing well also. I have to say, when I start my band, the first thing I'll do is combine some Skynyrd songs with some other songs I like. It's a no brainer. Every Skynyrd song is great, so automatically one half of your song is great. So all you have to do find another tried and true song and bam, a hit!
With that in mind, here is side A of my first album:
1. Saturday Night is Back (AC/DC's Back in Black, Saturday Night Special)
2. Smell It (Michael Jackson's Beat It, That Smell)
3. The Breeze Never Sleeps (Puccini's Nessun Dorma, Call Me the Breeze)
4. Three Steps from the King (Robert Grant's O Worship the King, Gimme Three Steps)
5. Summer Questions (Kid Rock's All Summer Long, Don't Ask Me No Questions)
Now, where to shoot the videos?
Friday, May 1, 2009
Is it a pun?
I always wanted to make up one of these. I don't know what they're called, but here are a couple of my feeble attempts.
A couple of weeks ago I was way down in Alabama. I was visiting some old friends and one of them gave me a present. It was in a little box, and when I opened it there was a ticket that said, "One free evening rental of the party hearse." What? I said. They explained this was an old car that you could rent for special occasions. Cool. So I went ahead a reserved it for the next night. Well, the next evening came, and it was a disaster. Five of my buddies and me loaded into the car, and we started to tell the driver where to go, but he said he had a couple of stops first. Long story short, it was still a working hearse, so we had to pick up a couple of corpses at two different morgues. We figured he'd drop them off at the funeral home, but he was like, OK, where to? We asked if he'd rather make his deliveries. He said nah, and so we had to ride around all night through Mobile with those bodies. The next day I told my aunt what happened. She said, "Now honey, don't you know you never book a gift hearse in the south?"
OK, another.
When I got to the barracks there was only one rack left. I had my doubts because it was covered with these large red spots, like someone had spilled paint on it, but I didn't have a choice. Well, for some reason, for the next few nights I couldn't help but pee the bed. It's embarrassing, but I kept having these accidents. Each time I'd get up and change the sheet and all, expecting the worst in the morning. The thing was, though, the matress was never dirty. Every morning it was as good as new. I expected to at least turn it over or something, but it was clean. One ol' boy standing there saw me looking at the rack and figured out exactly what I was pondering. "Don't you know boy, a blotched cot never soils?"
A couple of weeks ago I was way down in Alabama. I was visiting some old friends and one of them gave me a present. It was in a little box, and when I opened it there was a ticket that said, "One free evening rental of the party hearse." What? I said. They explained this was an old car that you could rent for special occasions. Cool. So I went ahead a reserved it for the next night. Well, the next evening came, and it was a disaster. Five of my buddies and me loaded into the car, and we started to tell the driver where to go, but he said he had a couple of stops first. Long story short, it was still a working hearse, so we had to pick up a couple of corpses at two different morgues. We figured he'd drop them off at the funeral home, but he was like, OK, where to? We asked if he'd rather make his deliveries. He said nah, and so we had to ride around all night through Mobile with those bodies. The next day I told my aunt what happened. She said, "Now honey, don't you know you never book a gift hearse in the south?"
OK, another.
When I got to the barracks there was only one rack left. I had my doubts because it was covered with these large red spots, like someone had spilled paint on it, but I didn't have a choice. Well, for some reason, for the next few nights I couldn't help but pee the bed. It's embarrassing, but I kept having these accidents. Each time I'd get up and change the sheet and all, expecting the worst in the morning. The thing was, though, the matress was never dirty. Every morning it was as good as new. I expected to at least turn it over or something, but it was clean. One ol' boy standing there saw me looking at the rack and figured out exactly what I was pondering. "Don't you know boy, a blotched cot never soils?"
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)