As a high school senior, the time to pick and keep a major has come around. Graduation is months away. I have been accepted to a private and rather pricey college (financial aid is still unraveling itself), and I have put ‘Law’ as my major with a minor of ‘Political Science.’
Seems rather dignified, right? Not so for an artist and musician such as I.
These guys have some serious balls.
I haven’t written in a while.
Hm.
Have you ever been in a situation where you were engaged in a civilized online discussion (barely a debate), only to be interrupted by an obnoxious Keyboard Warrior?
Have you ever found yourself arguing over superficial (or sometimes not so) points online with someone completely biased, void of logic, and downright annoying? Well, I have got something to tell you. Tip your hats to the Internet and to these Keyboard Warriors (or Flame Warriors, as they’re called), because life would be an intolerable bore sans them. What they, in fact, have inadvertently done is opened yet another door to the true nature of man. Continue reading
“For those who believe, no proof is necessary. For those who don’t believe, no proof is possible.”–Stuart Chase
The birthers
Take a look at this Tea Party rally photo. The sign reads: “Obama, my forefathers were Christian, yours were from Kenya. That explains a lot about you.”
I believe it’s safe to say that the sign wielder is either hopelessly bigoted, helplessly stupid, or a good bit of both. Continue reading
"Shadow of Death" by artist William Holman Hunt
Blogger Alamanach commented on my last blog about how it only consisted of my rant about the Pagan half of Christmas and not the Christian half. I don’t know much about the Christian Christian half, but here’s my take:
Image courtesy of Petr Kratochvil
This is not a Christian propaganda post. Nor is this a pagan propaganda post. This is only an attempt to delve into the mysteries that have so boldly expressed themselves, yet have managed to keep their nature.
Is Christmas Pagan? I have never wondered such until I reached the age of ten. My family and I have never really celebrated Christmas (they’re strict SDA’s) When I shared this bit of information with my peers, the ghastly look of awe spread across their face as if to say, “Blasphemy!” Continue reading
