Double Standards

second comingSo it’s always interesting to me, as I follow politics and pop culture and the like, to see double standards so widely applied.  More interesting, perhaps, is how the inconsistency of a standard goes so often unchallenged.  Something as innocuous as who lip syncs and who does not…a scandal when it’s done on a late night talk show by one singer, but completely defensible when it’s done at the presidential inauguration in 40ish degree temperatures…and by a singer who hosted a party for the sitting president.  Something as huge as blaspheming God with references to the God-like characteristics of our sitting president, who is wholly unlike Christ…a pass because those who make the comparison have the correct politics, and those who see the blasphemy for what it is do not.

We have become a nation, a people, a human race that has elevated our importance over that of God.  We have become so inured to that, that we barely blink an eye when someone utters words so arrogant (that we infuse religion with our morality, not the other way around), or publishes outright blasphemy against God.  It’s all in the name of…what…political correctness?  Diversity?  Self-aggrandizement?  Amorality?  Hubris?

I don’t have the answers to those questions.  But I do know this…that when God is not front and center, everything goes to hell.

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April 17 (O)…Opals in October, Oreos & Milk, and One Damn Thing After Another…

<–  What (apparently) I have to say today.

Oh, I don’t know.  There are a few “O” words (or things) I could offer.  They would fill the empty space.

Like the fact that my birthday is in October, which makes it my favorite month.  Of course, the cooler weather & Halloween are pretty keen as well.  That, and opal is the birthstone for October, which is uber-cool, since it is one of my favorite semi-precious stones.  The other being onyx.  Duh!

I suppose Oreos and milk for breakfast would qualify as an outstanding way to start the day.  Oreos are pretty much omnipresent in our house, and in my (not so) humble opinion, should be so in every house where kiddos reside.  Rather off-putting for crunchy granola types, perhaps, or those who do only homemade and healthified, but I am not one of those, so I say live a little and have the occasional Oreo in the morning.  Won’t be the best decision you ever made.  Won’t kill you either.

Outrageous outbursts…  OMG!  They’re just so over the top!  I mean, they’re off the hook!  No, really, I can think of a metric ton of them off the top of my head!  One damn thing after another!!  Really…with exclamation points!  Oh no I didn’t!  (Well, no, but she did! –>)  Oh, nevermind.  On to a different subject

At which point the rest of my (finished post) DIDN’T SAVE, and is floating somewhere in cyberspace, or maybe outer spaceOh, for the Love of BLOG!!!  I am fairly certain that all of my operating brain cells have operated their quotient for the day, and I simply can not reconstitute that bit of fatuous brilliance.

This is the pithy version:

1.  Something about one day owning this Oenophile’s Bar.  Because it’s perfect for my husband (the resident oenophile), and matches our decor, because it’s all Old West / southwest or some such, and more silly nonsense along that line.

2.  Something else about being politically conservative (obviously), watching the overly protracted Republican primary circus season, and realizing, as we are approaching the foregone conclusion, that I am not a supporter of the frontrunner in any respect other than he is not the current POTUS, and that this coming November I will not so much be voting for him as against Obama. 

And with that, I bid you goodnight, sleep tight, may the bed bugs bite your neighbor and not yourself, and may my brain be more functional tomorrow.

Omaha!  I mean, Aloha!