We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
One understands why that might not seem obvious to black people of a certain age: Condi Rice, for example, has childhood memories of a segregated south and racial violence. But that's what makes Obama's association with Wright so significant. He's not from Alabama. He's a biracial middle-class Kenyan-Kansan Hawaiian-born Indonesian-raised Columbia and Harvard graduate who chose to immerse himself in the most corrosive and paranoid end of a racial-grievance ghetto mentality that is nothing to do with him, his family or his upbringing. He doesn't have the same excuse as a Jackson, Sharpton or Farrakhan.
Banned in Boston. If town governments can ban foods, what can't they, in their infinite wisdom, ban?
"Everybody seems to be on the same side of this trade." Oil prices
"…anger at God is normal. And God has big shoulders, He can take it." And other Lenten thoughts at Anchoress
Out for a walk years ago, I used the time to pray. I took inspiration from the Psalms and began to proclaim my love for our heavenly father. The feeling I had was such that I could imagine the sound of my words hitting the pavement beneath my feet like fistfuls of mud falling from my mouth. I stopped. I stopped praying. I stopped walking. I stopped thinking. Looking towards the sky I said, “I don’t love you. I don’t even know how to love you.” Those words flipped a switch somewhere inside of me and I felt chills like electricity run through me in waves. From that day through today and onward I have had a new sense of the meaning of the expression ‘honest to God’.
Sometimes now when I pray it’s in the form of a grunt or a guttural yawp. I consider it a microburst of information to God Almighty, who for whatever ethereal reason cares about me, even as He knows my imperfection. Why should I act like I’ve got it wrapped up tight in front of the One who knows just how deep and wide that imperfection is and yet still loves me?
Regarding banning foods - if the government can ban things that you can consume at will, why was the 18th Amendment necessary?
More importantly, is there something in the Constitution that we are overlooking that made the 18th A necessary and these other acts by governments are unconstitutional?
@Jephonl: wow. I could visualize the "mud" as I read. excellent.