Transgender Woman Crossing the Street - Destroying America Project

Today, I witnessed a transgender woman, waiting at the street corner for the light to turn green. When it did, she crossed, using the crosswalk.

#DestroyingAmerica

Gay Man Driving - Destroying America Project

A gay man drove past me on the highway. He used his turn signal to move into the adjacent lane. He had his headlights on, driving off into the foggy morning.

#DestroyingAmerica

Lesbian Raking Leaves - Destroying America Project

I watched a lesbian raking leaves. She was using a wood handled rake.

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Gay Man in Cereal Aisle - Destroying America Project

Today, I met a gay man in the cereal aisle. He bought Frosted Flakes.

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The Destroying America Project

With the Religious Right's shrill terror at 'the gays' destroying America, I decided to start documenting all the ways (which rhymes with 'gays'...should probably find a different word) in which I encounter them throughout my day, so I can discover how they are doing this destruction. I am stealing (not sure that's illegal) #DestroyingAmerica in order to accomplish my discoveries and documentation.

Enjoy.

Mark Driscoll's Resignation Letter

I don't need to write anything because Samantha Field of Defeating the Dragon's did such a damn fine job.

Thankfully, I love to clean - for the most part

I was nearly the sole dishwasher and floor scrubber, amongst six siblings, during my childhood. You would think that I would run away from cleaning, screaming, when I grew up. But the opposite is true. I love it. It relaxes me, in an OCD sort of way.

For instance, I cannot make a meal without the kitchens (yes, we have 2) and the dining room being completely clean.

As a contrast to my marriage, Heina Dadabhoy or Heinous Dealings, relates a story of a previous relationship. I'm going to have nightmares now.



PS: My kids have not inherited my love of cleaning. This is a problem of epic proportions, being I have six of them.

Women, don't ask me for hair advice

I'm always going to go with the pony tail.

Checkmate for the 'Homosexuality is not Natural' Faux-gument

If homosexuality is unnatural, not adhering to the natural laws, set up by (of course), the Bible god, then Jesus' miracles, yeah...those things that happen that defy the natural laws of the Bible god, never happened either.

Neither did Jesus rise from the dead.

Oh? God did it? God screwed with his own sense of natural order?

Then homosexuality is okay too. 

Silver Linings Playbook - Bipolar Disorder in Living Color

I climbed into bed, a little tired, last night. My wife, Kristine,  was already sitting up, leaning her lovely back against the headboard that really needs to be tightened, for obvious reasons, being that we live in a house with six kids - and I still love my wife...a lot.

"Wanna watch a movie? Silver Linings Playbook looks good."

"Sure," I replied, instantly perking up. We hadn't watched a real movie together in a while.

As she is wont to do, my bride fell asleep before the beginning credits finished, leaving me to watch a movie that depicted the image of my brain, emanating from the two main characters.

Silver Linings Playbook is a must see. The trailer depicts a completely different movie than is actually presented to the viewer. It isn't the funny, happy-go-lucky, boy meets girl, boy falls in love after some sort of awkward societal footwork, girl plays tough to get, kiss and make up, end credits, sort of movie. It's a real and raw story of a gentleman with bipolar disorder.

The interactions between Pat, the main character, and his parents, was nothing short of amazing. The mother, seemingly doting, yet always with a loving incredulity pasted on her face. The father, screwed up and OCD in his own ways, violent even, vulnerable and caring through his toughness. Worried about his son. Skeptical of his actions.

Or were they?

The love story is a large part of the picture, and yet one is left wondering, at the end, whether Pat's whole life after his stay in the hospital, was choreographed for his benefit. Even so, the emotion is real, centered around a dance competition that doesn't go overboard, but is revealed, just enough, in order to make a point, whatever it was.

I watched Pat throw a mega-tantrum, escalating to the point where he had no control. I have dear friends who tell me about their bipolar disorder and the manic episodes. I watched as he threw a book through a window, simply because it didn't end right, then paced, back and forth, back and forth, in his parents' bedroom, at 4AM, loudly exclaiming his displeasure at the plot.

I do that all the time. Kristine falls asleep.

Even though I have no mental diagnosis of any kind, I was intimately brought into the characters heads through the script. It was so well done, I felt their pain.

Go see it. It's on Netflix.

Ebola is God's Judgment for Splitting Up Israel

"There are grounds to say that judgment has already begun, because he, the president, has been fighting to divide Jerusalem for years now. We are now experiencing the crisis of Ebola...as a result of God's judgment on America due to Obama [dividing up the land of Israel]" - John Hagee

John, pray tell, what part did Sierra Leone play in peace talks to create a two-state solution. Liberia? Any other countries? 

Nah. You readers know the game. Everything bad that happens, claim the Bible god's judgment, due to some naughty thing you're against.

I wonder what Hagee would say if he contracted the deadly virus.

Also this.

The House Is Dirty

I care. Really, I do.

To be fair, though, the kids have done an admirable job keeping it clean...ish since about a week ago. We deep cleaned the place and then spent time making sure that it stayed decent.

Victory was mine when Renaya (12) came downstairs one day, after cleaning her room, and said, excitedly, "Daddy! Cleaning the house is so easy if you keep it clean every day!"

Seems to me I've been telling the kids this since they were blastocysts.