There is speculation on what he was seeing when he voiced those words.
Want my opinion?
He was pre-watching the 2013 Iron Bowl.
Was that ever a game! I have not a shred of fondness for the wretches that know only of toilet paper and laundry detergent as applied to elephants (I don’t know – you figure it out!). But I must admit that the football game this year was an absolute classic. Both teams played an exceptional game, and Bama’s overall performance, while not quite up to its usual standards, was still great.
Then came the ending:
As an Auburn fan, it’s hard to get enough of the screams of Rod Bramblett and Stan White on the radio in the aftermath of the play.
I will not offer my not-so-expert analysis of the game and the final moments thereof. My opinions are my own and not always perfectly sane. I will admit that I have not yelled like that over a football game in many, many years.
Maybe not since this one:
I just noticed that Bama’s quarterback in 1972 also wore the number 10. Maybe this is a number that they should avoid from now on.
Anyway . . .
1 Bless the LORD, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name.
2 Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits:
3 Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases;
4 Who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies;
5 Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things; so that thy youth is renewed like the eagle’s. . . .
8 The LORD is merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and plenteous in mercy. note
9 He will not always chide: neither will he keep his anger for ever.
10 He hath not dealt with us after our sins; nor rewarded us according to our iniquities.
11 For as the heaven is high above the earth, so great is his mercy toward them that fear him. note
12 As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us.
13 Like as a father pitieth his children, so the LORD pitieth them that fear him.
14 For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust. . . .
17 But the mercy of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear him, and his righteousness unto children’s children;
18 To such as keep his covenant, and to those that remember his commandments to do them.
Psalm 103Wikipedia: Psalm 103 is the 103rd psalm from the Book of Psalms (Greek numbering: Psalm 102). →
Normally, we are all taught that the title of this post is untrue.
Whoever came up with that notion never paid any attention to NASCAR.
First, a little background that explains my personal take.
In the spring of 2004, and again in 2006, I was the guest of Rockwell Automation at the Nashville Speedway for the Busch (now Nationwide) series races in which they sponsored a car. In ’06, Denny Hamlin was the driver and won the pole for the race. I watched the 1st half of the race from the #1 pit box at the entrance of turn 1. Talk about cool!
Anyway, our group all had pit and garage passes and were given the VIP tour, including introductions with the driver and crew chief (yes, I have an autographed cap). Our host, named Adam, was the liaison between Rockwell and NASCAR. While commenting on some of the rules in the garage area while we watched some of the pre-race inspections, he mentioned a couple of times that NASCAR is family-owned, and that the family has the right and the will to change or ignore rules at their whim. And, he assured us, they do.
That is absolutely true. Working in and owning a portion of a family business, I think that our family has the right to do as we please with our company. The big difference is that we are not quite as public an outfit as NASCAR. Our decisions are not seen by millions of people and broadcast all over the place on radio and TV.
Now we have the controversy surrounding the “Chase” for the NASCAR championship in 2013. After the final race in Richmond, the field was set by the points earned by the drivers. But there was the matter of supposed shenanigans by the Michael Waltrip racing team to change the outcome of the race. NASCAR reacted by penalizing them enough that their driver was then ineligible for one of the 12 slots in the “Chase”. That is understandable. The evidence appears to be conclusive. And, in the interest of fairness to all (except the poor drivers who knew nothing of the manipulative plans), it was probably the best decision.
What I do NOT understand is the action later in the week to whimsically add a 13th place to the 12-man roster just so Jeff Gordon could be in the championship, since he was only out of it by 1 point and someone had accused another team of manipulating track position at the close of the race to keep him out. Cry me a bucket of motor oil!!
There is a certain race organization which seems to get away with multiple instances of rules-bending and tightrope-walking that earn other teams fines or points or both. One driver and crew chief combination in this organization has won multiple championships, yet the crew chief has been suspended almost every year and cars have been impounded by NASCAR because of flagrant rules violations. But those actions evidently do not merit the same type of punishment for favoring a driver or teammate on the track. Another of his drivers has historically been a complainer about everything and everybody, especially when things aren’t going exactly in a way to please him or advance his points. So why not reward his whining by changing rules in mid-game?
Well, as mentioned previously, NASCAR is family-owned, and the family can do whatever it pleases.
Including causing vomit-inducing disgust in someone who is rapidly becoming a former fan.
September 11th is a day that most in the US will remember with anger and disgust.
In our family it’s slightly different.
Yes, we were all dismayed by the terrorist attacks by the pigs that hijacked the planes (I use the descriptive word on purpose, Islamophile pigs).
But September 11th was special to our family for 9 years before that.
This September 11th, he turns 21.
He is a senior (for the 1st time – it’s a long story) at Bob Jones University. He is dating a very nice young lady who his parents have not yet met in person. He has prospects for a wonderful future.
And he’s Ben. And supposedly now an adult Ben.
Happy birthday, son. We love you and can’t wait to see where God takes you from here!
Someone had her 55th birthday last month ( on August 9th) and I neglected to post anything about it.
So here is a photo of her and her mother (can’t you tell?) with our daughter to the side.
Hope your 56th year continues to go well and healthy and happy!
(Can I come inside now? This doghouse has fleas!)
Me. It’s all that matters any more.
It’s all about self.
What I want.
What I feel.
What I determine to be right or wrong, based on the circumstances or emotions of the moment.
There were the Supreme Court decisions handed down this last week. One section of the Voting Rights Act was nullified because, as the Justices observed, the states specifically targeted are no longer exhibiting the discriminatory behavior that the Act was intended to prohibit. In fact, Mississippi, one of the worst states when the Act was passed in the 1960′s, had a higher percentage of black voter turnout in the 2012 election than Massachusetts did.
But that doesn’t matter to the “ME” crowd. It makes them feel good that they are “doing something” about a problem, even if it isn’t really a problem any more. The effect on others is of minimal importance. What matters is that the “ME” is satisfied with some form of action.
What about the Defense of Marriage Act? Reading Justice Kennedy’s torturous opinion is like reading a textbook of “feel-good/do-good” morality that totally ignores Constitutional law, common morality, and centuries of Judeo-Christian (and other) ethics in favor of “doing something” to make “ME” feel better.
And the same goes for the decision in California’s Proposition 8. The majority of people in the state (by a 2-to-1 margin, no less!) voted TWICE to limit marriage to a man/woman relationship. One judge, an admitted closet homosexual himself, overturned the election. The Supreme Court of the United States refused to call him on it. Again, there was no logical reasoning. There was just the emotion of “ME”.
Both of these bring up the matter of “ME” as it applies to the homosexuals. They are not interested in anything other than self. Never mind the upheaval of laws, regulations, customs, and other applicable matters. They want “ME” to have the benefits and situations that “ME” wants so that “ME” can feel good, and anyone else can just go away. This is not about “love” for another person. This is totally about love of self: “ME”.
Polygamists are already rejoicing, and (believe it or not) some in the news media are taking notice. And a few of them are honest enough to admit that those of us who trumpeted warning about this very thing were apparently right this time. But, sadly, “ME” will not allow them to swallow their pride and admit it.
Another very sad indicator is the abortion debate in Texas. A female legislator filibustered for a number of hours, and then an unruly mob violated the rules of the State Senate chamber to disturb the proceedings enough to nullify the vote. What was the vote about? Two main things: 1) restricting abortions after the 20th week, when it is known beyond doubt that the unborn child feels pain (it actually occurs much earlier than that), and 2) requiring that abortion clinics meet the health standards required of any other medical clinic in the state. Both stipulations, in context, are quite reasonable and could be argued with little or no emotion.
But to hear the talk, and to read the comments, is to get another example of “ME” at work. Many of these activists care nothing about life. All they want is to have their fun without any of the consequences. And if the consequences do come anyway, they want a guiltless way of taking care of the “problem”. Furthermore, they want someone else to pay for it all (remember Sandra Fluke last year?).
Examples are all around us. The illegal immigrant bill? Just a way for lawmakers to try to make themselves feel better, having “done something” about a problem. They now have “done something” that will make people (like the news media) more fond of them and less likely to attack, right? Never mind the economic impact of such ill-advised policy. Never mind the “fairness” to those who waited and entered the country legally. Never mind the lawbreakers who are now rewarded for their lawlessness. These politicians have now “done something”. “ME” can feel better.
The same exact thoughts apply to “Obamacare” (excuse me, the “Affordable Care Act”, easily one of the most misnamed piece of legislation ever excreted from the bowels of our Federal overlords). Nothing about that law really benefits anyone other than the lawmakers who voted for it so that they could find out what was in it (Nancy Pelosi’s words, not mine!). They had to “do something” about health care, according to somebody, so they did it and made “ME” feel good by “doing something”. Over one sixth of the United States economy is now affected by this monstrosity, and those of us in the small business world are struggling to come to grips with all of the nightmarish stipulations contained therein. But the “ME” bunch in Washington really feels good now!
The IRS scandal? That’s the Democrat Party enjoying the perks of power to restrict and harass their enemies. The NSA spying on Americans? Likewise (yes, I know the program was begun under President Bush, but it has been expanded far beyond its original intent by the current administration. That still doesn’t make it right, or less selfishly motivated). The Benghazi coverup? The Obama administration doing all it can to prevent anything from harming the “ME” which inhabits the White House.
There is so much more that I want to say. But I hope I’ve made a bit of a case.
On a personal note, recently our family was at some public tourist-type locations as well as walking through a large shopping mall. It was appalling to me to feel myself pushed aside, bumped, shoved, stepped upon, and impeded or intruded upon by those around me in the crowds. It was obvious that most people were totally oblivious to their surrounding and to the people in their general vicinity. I don’t think that there was any animosity or ill-will. It was just careless indifference or unawareness. It was as if the world was only a couple of feet wide, and “ME” was at the absolute center. I must just be weird or something, because I make a conscious effort to be aware of my surroundings and of the people inhabiting them, and I try to make as little an impact on them as I can unless I have some business to transact with them. It seems that I am in the barest minority when it comes to that type of awareness.
That brings up the question: whatever happened to civility? Whatever happened to concern for the “fellow man” and the “common welfare”? Where is the sense of community – that we are all in this world together and we need to sacrifice some of self for the greater good?
Isn’t that ultimately what Jesus Christ taught us? “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friend” – John 15:13. Self-sacrifice is a noble thing. Christians especially should be doing this in light of the Savior’s commands, right? I’m not perfect in this, by any measure, but I’m willing to give it even more of an effort.
What should we love? “ME”? Or is there something greater? The summary that Jesus gave of the Jewish law is the best answer. In short, it was two-fold: 1) Love God; 2)love your neighbor. And He defined “neighbor” by giving the parable of the “Good Samaritan”.
So. Go and do likewise.
I made the front page of Section B of the Decatur Daily today (June 23). The paper did a feature on our amateur radio club and on Field Day, the annual contest that we participate in.
Here’s the link to the story. Unfortunately it’s only open to subscribers now.
I guess I’m lucky that it wasn’t TV. I wouldn’t want to talk to me either!
But it’s also a number.
Not necessarily a pleasant one, in some cases
Today is my birthday.
My 55th birthday.
Or, if you prefer, halfway to 60.
Do you realize that there are places that give Senior Discounts to patrons my age?
SENIOR DISCOUNTS! Whoopie-doo and la-dee-da.
Senior discounts are for old people like my parents. I ain’t one.
Or so I pretend.
The body is definitely getting weaker and deteriorating. I cannot deny that.
But if age is in the mind, then I insist that I’m still in my late 20′s or early 30′s. I’ve just learned a lot in a few short years.
Now if I can only get the muscles and bones to cooperate.
But maybe I shouldn’t wish for 55 more. That could be boring. Or painful. Or depressing. Or all of the above.
Then again, I am looking at living for all of eternity someday. I suppose I should be getting used to living here so that I will really appreciate what heaven will be like when I get there.
Which I will.
Mid-April always brings the fun of dealing with the IRS. A simple tax code is a dream of many Americans, and it is one that will never come true, at least not while the current crop of elected “representatives” infests the chambers of government.
And my tax situation has changed a bit with the ownership of a portion (albeit rather slight) of Ropak Manufacturing. It wasn’t bad for this year, but next year will be worse, especially if the company is successful this year. Oh, well. One must be punished for progress, industriousness, hard work, and heredity. At least, that seems to be the goal.
The other thing that seems to be a theme this April is the other inevitability: death. On Monday the bombs exploded in Boston. I seldom agree with labor unions, but the IBEW union (I think) in Boston took a large electronic billboard and displayed a single word: COWARDS. In this I completely concur. Whoever did such a thing is a cowardly dog who even fleas would avoid. Was it an act of terrorism? Probably. And when the coward is caught, he should be tried and held until next April’s marathon in Boston. His worthless carcass should be strapped to the pavement at the finish line, and every single runner should be required to stomp on some part of his anatomy before crossing the line and finishing the race. And if he survives that, he should be painfully and publicly executed as a warning to any other cowards that may be considering attacks on innocents. The likelihood of any of that happening is very slim, but it is satisfying to imagine.
Another notable death is former British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher, who was buried today. She affected the course of the entire world, not just the United Kingdom. Under her strong leadership the economy of Britain recovered, the living conditions for citizens (including the ingrates who made fools of themselves partying and protesting at her funeral) improved, and the British government again became a major player in foreign affairs as she, President Ronald Reagan, and Pope John Paul II presided over the dismantling of the Soviet empire. One of my most vivid memories of her was at Reagan’s funeral. I was teary-eyed through most of the ceremony and through the ceremonies at the ranch in California. But I really lost it when the attendees were leaving and passing Reagan’s coffin. Thatcher stopped and looked at it, then bowed very deeply from the waist in a final tribute to her friend and fellow-laborer. There will never be another Thatcher. Or Reagan. And one or more is sorely needed right now.
The last thing just came to my attention: singer George Beverly Shea passed away today at the age of 104. Here’s a link to the Christianity Today blog that reports it and reprints his obituary. His signature song was “How Great Thou Art”, which is probably sung in almost every church in the US today. His other signature song was one he wrote himself: “I’d Rather Have Jesus”. I have sung that in church on many occasions. Well, now Mr. Shea really DOES have Jesus, and he will for eternity. I hope anyone who reads this has that same hope.
Death and taxes. We must be ready for both of them.