The Time Has Come

As I was listening to the radio the other day, I heard someone opine that people should be aware that he might not be on the air much longer. He said it very simply and without melodrama: ‘The way things are going, I might not be on the air much longer.’ He went on to say that the time might come very soon when free speech will be impeded to the point where people with views like his will no longer be allowed to have radio shows.

In 1988, upon the release of his book ­­Satanic Verses, Salman Rushdie received death threats from muslim leaders. It seems he had written some negative things about the muslim ‘religion’ and he had to run for asylum in the United States.

What do these two things have in common? They both involve censorship.

And while you and I might not think that this sort of thing can happen in the good old US of A, we would be stupid in that assumption because it already has gotten to that point in our country. (For example, the recent Hate Crimes Bill makes it illegal to say certain things without censure.)

I am taking all of this to heart, folks, and I’ll tell you why: It really might get to where I cannot say what is on my heart and mind, so I think I’ll write some of those things now – things about which I have hesitated in the past because I didn’t want to offend anyone. The time has come to write plainly. It’s like that radio personality said: There might not be much time to write or say certain things . . . .

While the world seems to be focusing on Islam as the worst thing on earth, there is an organization that is much mightier and much more deadly and much more pervasive in this world: Catholicism. Catholicism has a blatant disregard for the Word of God. Catholicism is not a religion; it is a political party. (I would love to see a breakdown of the percentage of catholics who voted for pro-abortionist Barak Obama.) And while Catholicism is known for its anti-abortion stand, Catholicism is responsible for every abortion that has ever been committed in this world.

Catholicism doesn’t kill people; it destroys people, one day at a time. It anesthetizes people. It hypnotizes people. It is a doctrine of demons. They preach ‘another Jesus,’ as Paul writes, as recorded in the bible.

And another thing: Abortion is murder. Someone (a ‘good catholic’) told me that their conscience allowed them to vote for Obama because abortion is ‘just one issue.’ And I wish I’d said to them: And the killing of Jews was just one issue in Germany, too.’

Oh, oh! Just for the record: Lutheranism and Methodism and Baptismism (!) are also doctrines of demons. (As long as I am offending folks, I may as well include those people who think they are better than others because they are not catholic.)

I’m on a roll!! Here’s something else, too: Jesus said, ‘Without me, you can do nothing.’ I don’t care who you are or what you are or what you think you are all about, without Jesus, you can do nothing . . .

There! Now I have offended just about everyone. But I don’t care because that radio personality is right: There might not be much more time to speak plainly in this country.

I almost forgot: Homosexuality is perverse. Sorry. I didn’t mean to leave anyone out here! But let me go one step further for all of you who are smugly thinking, ‘Homosexuality has nothing to do with me’: Fornication ruins societies. Sleeping with someone to whom one is not married is fornication. I don’t care that our society thinks this sort of behavior is AOK; it is not.

There! I feel better now. At least now, if censorship in this country gets to the point where I cannot write such things, I will have already written some of what I know to be true. I just hope there is a place for me to run in the event that the US is no longer offering asylum to people who speak the truth . . .

Published in: on December 30, 2009 at 12:08 pm  Comments (2)  

Big People Don’t Hit Little People

No matter where or when the subject comes up, someone inevitably wants to argue with me about this particular subject. Perhaps the subject will cause you to want to argue with me too!

The subject? Hitting children.

Big people do not hit little people.

That’s it, in a nutshell. It is not right for big people to hit little people.

Inevitably, too, the person who argues with me is the same person, or so it seems: Someone with a beer can in their hand and a wary demeanor that borders on paranoia. Inevitably, too, they feel compelled to add this argument to the discussion, ‘My parents spanked me and I turned out OK.’ To that I want to say, ‘Oh, really? You could have been better . . .’

By the time our third son came along, I eschewed the practice of hitting children altogether. I had, I admit, swatted the diaper-padded butts periodically of our older two boys, but I made a firm decision that I would not thusly discipline our third son, Will.

All of which does not explain the following series of events: When Will was quite small – maybe a year old – he took to periodically taking potshots at my head! I never saw it coming; he would thwack me suddenly in the head. There was no warning. THWACK! He would swing back and hit me with all his might.

This went on for some time. I had no idea how to deal with it. Finally, when Will hit me in a store parking lot one day, in desperation I stopped a total stranger and told her the situation and asked for her advice. I told her that I was thinking seriously about hitting him back the next time . . .

This was a nice, mature woman I consulted in that parking lot. She concurred with that assessment: she told me she thought I’d have to hit him back the next time. I walked away from that conversation thinking that maybe Will would never hit me again and thus I would not have to deal with this again.

But of course he did hit me again. And I didn’t hesitate; I pulled back my arm and thwacked him with the same force with which he had walloped me. His eyes got big but he took it like a man. And he never hit me again . . .

And now for the rest of the story: Just this morning (Will is now 13 years old now, by the way), I suddenly realized why Will felt it was a good idea to hit me: He had never been hit before and had NO idea how it felt.

I have no idea what the lesson is in this story. I’ll let you decide the implications. I, personally, am inclined to think that we are all prone to treat others in ways that we have not been treated ourselves simply because we have no idea what affect our actions are having on others, but I’ll have to give that some more thought. Get back to me in about 13 years and maybe I’ll have a better idea about this . . .

In the meantime, I have to add here that our mom – a woman who raised 8 children – never hit any of us. She never so much as threatened to hit any of us. Amazing.

Oh, and that reminds me: One time I did come close to hitting Will in anger. I offer this last note by way of an alternative to spanking: Will tried to cop an attitude with me. I got very angry with him. I’d never been angrier with him. And in fact, that is the only time I ever got that angry with him. But instead of lashing out at him, I said, ‘I am so angry with you, Will! As you know, I’m not in the habit of hitting you, but this is one time when I could hit you!!’ He got the message and backed off quickly, believe me. He’d never seen me angry like that before.

I quit!

Love always,


Published in: on December 10, 2009 at 11:51 am  Leave a Comment