Are Christians the most Apathetic people in the world?
His Highness Comandante Banana, King of the Apes I & Chief of Quixotic Enterprises
the excuse I heard the most often is: ONLY GOD CAN CHANGE THINGS!
So I've come to the conclusion that Christians will never be part of
the solution. They are waiting for God to fix up things while they
think nothing but sin and damnation... NO TO MARIJUANA, NO TO
ABORTION, NO TO PROSTITUTION, NO TO EUTHANASIA, NO TO UNIVERSAL
HEALTHCARE, while they turn a blind eye to the CLEAR AND PRESENT
DANGERS faced by humanity, ie. WAR AND CLIMATE CHANGE.
I try to ride a bike on the road to chip in with the health of the
world and my own, and that remains Quixotic at best or plain martyrdom
at worst. Then I realize they stand by the Hungry Lion that represents
the system, and I see the need to go hunting.
It's risky business, but a man gotta do what a man gotta do... ;)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kjWBgA81LM
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"To test if a lion is vegetarian you can offer him a banana"
COMING OUT OF THE DARK AGES
Eric Root
I & Chief of Quixotic Enterprises" <comandante.ban...@yahoo.com>
wrote:
(snip)
Who cares?
His Highness Comandante Banana, King of the Apes I & Chief of Quixotic Enterprises
"You give a shit, I give a shit, we all give a shit" (t-shirt I got)
Life under "Idiocracy," right?
I do recommend the movie (and the t-shirt too).
His Highness Comandante Banana, King of the Apes I & Chief of Quixotic Enterprises
RELIGIOUS REASONS or both, is good to go out for a walk in the real
world --machete in hand-- and check what kind of animals --predators--
you find out there...
The Urban Road Is A Dangerous Place
A feisty octogenarian is unrepentantly jaywalking in front of my car.
He’s got a walker, and he’s hacking away with it, as if clearing a
path through the undergrowth with a machete.
I pull to the stop and watch as he progresses toward the opposite
curb. I confess to an admiration of his guts and his energy. I think
about our society’s sedentary ways and hold this man up as an example:
We just don’t have an excuse to sit on our duffs when Jack (as I
imagine he is called) is out here, braving the urban jungle!
But just as Jack, or maybe Harry, or Franz, or perhaps Pedro, is
completing his rebellious trek across my lane, a Mercury Cougar
arrives on the scene and lays on the horn. The driver behind me
apparently believes quite strongly that Harry here should be punished
by death for his illegal crossing, and I should be his executioner.
The engine revs angrily behind me and my hypothalamus takes over. I
don’t have a choice now. I’m going to have to rip that machete out of
Pedro’s hands and protect us both from the roaring Cougar!
However, the attacking beast escapes by passing me on the right, and
Franz has finally got his walker onto the curb.
As for me, well, I continue on my way. I’m going home and taking a
walk.
ttp://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=120579902&ps=rs
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"Whenever the monkey is in the cage... he's got time to figure out how
to escape"