22 October 2011
He stood there quiet, silently
Not knowing what to say
Although for many, many months
He’d dreamt of this very day.
A million thoughts ran through his head
But none would dare be spoken
Words all failed, no tongue release
More than “thanks,” a mere token
He’d been forgiven more, by far
Than aught he held begrudged
Yet to forgive so suddenly
He could not yet be budged
His mind did wander all afternoon
The dusty halls of the past
Sometimes wistful, often painful
Scars that yet did last.
He knew that he could only keep
Himself captive, bound in chains
Forgiveness looses not the sinner
But the self-righteous saint who remains
The vile cup of bitterness
Drunk to its very dregs
Will destroy only the bibber
Who, for pity, secretly begs
He hides behind his boastful strength
Not betraying what’s inside
Holding back the release of guilt
Like holding back the tide
Freedom comes not from keeping
Wounds open, without care
But from saying that he will not keep
These hurts held close, not bare
“I’m sorry,” two hard words to say
So hard to another give
But harder still, a bitter pill
To say that “I forgive.”
16 October 2011
So many of the drivers said the track was too fast, the cars were too even, the racing too tight. In NASCAR, you can rub fenders, tap bumpers. But in an Indy car, that nudge launches the cars like an airplane. Into the catch fence. And in an instant a likeable, friendly, talented young man is taken away from his friends, his team, and his family.
While looking for the pic, I found this article, written just two short years ago. To all the drivers we love to watch; hug your family tonight.
Godspeed, Dan Wheldon (22 June 1978 – 16 October 2011).
10 October 2011
So today, in front of God and all my friends…
I admit it…
That’s right, I willfully and joyfully, with a great determination, actively discriminate.
I’m a Stupidist. I’m prejudiced against stupid people.
Most can’t help it, but I don’t care.
I don’t want them working on my truck. I don’t want them fixin my food. I don’t want them handling my money at the bank, sewing my clothes, or running my apartment complex. I don’t want them paving my roads, writing my newspapers or posting on my news sites.
I wish they’d all go back where they came from… but they’re not smart enough to find it.
And I don’t want them running my government. At any level.
But really, aren’t we ALL a little stupidist? Deep down inside, don’t we think they DESERVE whatever they get? We ALL discriminate against stupid people (except the ones that are too stupid to).
We just have different ideas about what stupid is.
You don’t listen to FoxNews. I don’t listen to MSNBC.
You think Glenn Beck is a moron. I think Bill Maher is a moron.
I don’t listen to either one of them. I’ll decide for myself who is stupid and who isn’t, thank you very much.
“Hi, my name is Steve, and I’m a Stupidist.”
“AND I’M PROUD OF IT!!!!”