Friday, July 24, 2009

Friday Reverie

Genesis, the book of beginnings, speaks of the moments where Adam examined and named the animals in God's new order. I'm certain that this process took place over a protracted period of time. I wonder where the porpoise fell into the line up?

Could Adam, in this state of innocence, converse with the porpoise? Or being the only being created in the Imago Dei, did thougthful, willful communication solely belong to the Godhead and the "living soouls" of Adam and later, Eve?

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Obama's Plans for Birthday Rationing

Pronouncements, like flatulence have an awkward tendency to leak out at the most inconvenient times. Consider this one, attributed to Ezekiel Emanuel, director of the Clinical Bioethics Department at the U.S. National Institutes of Health. Emanuel, brother of White House Chief of Staff, Rahm Emanuel, also happens to be an architect of Obama’s health care reform plan:

“Treating 65-year-olds differently because of stereotypes or falsehoods would be ageist; treating them differently because they have already had more life-years is not.”

Mr. Emanuel continues:

“An obvious example is not guaranteeing health services to patients with dementia,”

You'll not hear this story reported by the acolytes like Matthews or Olberman as they sing their nightly paeans to the messiah. Even so, this story should be shouted from the rooftops because if it comes to fruition, it'll be more detrimental to our health than a carton of lucky strikes and a chicken-fried steak a' day! At its rotting core, the message simply says, "You've had your fun. Now, quit consuming and die already."

The message is especially chilling because if you listen closely, you'll hear the distant echoes of the October 1939 Aktion (Action) T 4 Program, conceived at Tiergartenstrasse 4 in the city of Berlin. Succinctly, this program existed to cull the "feeble-minded" and others who were medically (Bureaucratically?) judged to be "Life unworthy of Life".

It's barely a short skip from passively ending one's life through withholding medical care, to actively euthanizing the patient. In fact, considering the fate of Terri Schiavo, it would have been far more humane to have administered a lethal injection (Yes, pastor Steve, it was demonically-inspired murder!) Think about it, if Terri had been Michael Schiavo's dog, he would have shared a cell with Michael Vick

We don't need Obama-care. Our parents certainly don't need Obama-care!

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Collect for a Sunday in July

Almighty God, the fountain of all wisdom, you know our necessities before we ask and our ignorance in asking: Have compassion on our weakness, and mercifully give us those things which for our unworthiness we dare not, and for our blindness we cannot ask; through the worthiness of your Son Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.

Friday, July 17, 2009

On a Steamy Friday Morning

The Catbird Seat is now proudly powered by Mac, or MacBook Pro to be precise...

Monday, July 06, 2009

A Post from the Road.

Sarah Palin was the brightest light and the freshest breeze to blow into our collective minds during the bitter 8 year campaign to unseat, obfuscate or befuddle the apparent winner of the battle of the hanging chad. She was a powerful woman, comfortable in her power and her own skin. I believe that it was this, which caused her critics to become apoplectic. The looney side of the left, not simply happy to see her and Mr. McCain defeated in 2008, they howled for her blood and opened an unheard of barrage at her entire family.

She's far from over.

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

A Wednesday in July

July has washed ashore in Suburbia Majora, with her heat humidity and bugs. Unlike a crisp New England summer, there's a certain melancholy that accompanies the hazy, thick skies of a Virginia summer. There're days of heat, punctuated by the shaking of the heavens as leaden anvils, their tops daring to defy heaven, release their fury on the earth below.

In the next several evenings, the skies will be lit with the display of illegal fireworks that'll entertain many while taunting the County Stormtroopers. Me, I've lost my nerve to light off the cool stuff, sticking with the OTC fireworks that seem to be available in any of Suburbia Majora's many shopping centers. So far, Barry hasn't placed patriotic celebrations in his sights so for now, we can still stuff our pie holes with Nathan's franks and light the night.