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.
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.
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?
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.
"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.
"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.