The Poison Lemon

In order for you to grasp the full humor of this satire, you must first read my good friend Aaron Shepherd’s latest writing, “I refuse to write…” The link is over there on the right, so I don’t particularly feel the need to put it here.

There’s a disturbing movement in the world today. To be honest, I’m not sure that you can really trace the history back to its roots, but somewhere along the way, it became socially acceptable to drink watered-down lemonade. It could possibly have started as a diabetic solution to the heaps of sugar thrown into a pitcher of lemonade, or perhaps a desperate college student in need of the lesser half of his Arnie Palmer, having just used the last of the sugar to make iced tea in the proper way. But my best guess is that the practice was actually invented by the Starbucks faithful, those surburbanites who retreat to their local coffeeshop in an attempt to satisfy their need to be part of the ‘in-crowd.’

I suppose what’s even more disturbing than a rogue slice of lemon, is flavored water, which apparently is all the rage. I mean, this is water… God’s perfect drink! Sure, a few things come very close (namely sweet tea and Mountain Dew), but do we really think we can improve on water? These feeble attempts to add fruit flavor to pure H2O are nothing shy of man’s latest futile attempt at reaching a level of demi-god; and where has that gotten mankind? At Babel, it got us split into different nations and languages, in ancient Rome, it managed to get most of the caesars assissinated, and during the Enlightenment it led to countless men dying, and looking extremely silly doing it. So go ahead, flavor your water. Add your lemons, and make sure to subscribe to your own particular method of how to best add them. You may live for years upon years without ever feeling any ill effects from your habit, but then again there was a time when cigarettes were a statement of coolness, too.

Yes, I realize that nothing I’ve said here is likely to change your thirst-quenching habits, even though I’ve clearly presented indisputable evidence of why fruit was not meant to merely “flavor” your water. So continue your lukewarm habits. Put lemons in your water, but don’t take expend the effort to add sugar and stir. Buy the bottle with the colored labels, and get your berry high for the day. All I can say is someday, when the flavor has come and gone, there’s still one drink without which life could not exist. And the lemons aren’t included.

A Walk-off Homerun

In sports, there is a moment when an athlete can define himself. One of those plays which shows up again and again, and somehow manages to wrap up the essence of a player within the glory of the moment. You’ve seen them countless times, even if you don’t think you have. Michael Jordan hits a fadeaway jumper to put away the title, Randy Johnson picks the corner to complete his perfect game, Wayne Gretzky skating through an entire hockey team and making them look like junior highers (read: American hockey players). In the same respect, there are moments which inevitably define a career more infamously, probably none more than Bill Buckner and the slow roller down the first base line. In an era of juiced-up pro athletes, where inflated numbers can sometimes obscure athletic greatness, there ultimately comes the moment when a player rises to the occasion, and declares himself a champion amongst winners.

Actually, a lot of things in life tend to fit into this paradigm. The more I think about things (and I’ve done a lot of thinking this summer) the more I believe it to be true. Everywhere from academics to business to music, there are people who perform extremely well, and then there are people who perform almost inhumanly well. The more I think about life, and particularly life outside ‘the bubble’ at IWU, the more I feel like a winner among champions. I mean, I have some pretty incredibly talented friends. It seems everyone I know is exceedingly talented and gifted in their chosen vocation, and I feel left out. My friends are applying to top law schools, forging their places in successful businesses, and beginning effective ministries in local churches, all while I sharpen my skills at… pulling all-nighters driving school vans?

Personally, I take the blame for it. I have every confidence in the fact that God has made me exactly as he intended me to be, that’s not what I’m calling into question. And I’m not even saying I’m not good at anything. I’m good at a lot of things. I’ve just never hit a 40-foot sidehill putt to win my Ryder Cup. At least not yet. Honestly, I place the blame squarely on myself. I’m not sure exactly where I missed it, but somewhere between middle school and college, my friends learned to work hard at school, hard at becoming a cut above average; and I tried to be a cut above while working like the average person. No doubt part of my problem was and is the lack of goals. I don’t honestly know what I’ll be doing a year from now, so it’s hard for me to establish a goal to strive for. But beyond that, the real culprit is my lack of hard work. Things have always come pretty easy to me. Easy enough for me to be decent at them, maybe even better than most, as long as they never practice.

So as best I can figure after living with myself for the last 21 and a half years, one of two things will happen. Either I will let the ball dribble between my legs, and end up in second place, or I can decide this year to do things differently. To work hard, and eight months from now when I walk down the steps, degree in hand, I will sit there knowing that I worked hard, and left nothing behind. There’s three years of me left behind on the IWU campus. I have scores of C’s when I could’ve had A’s. And I’m not by any means saying that I’m going to have a 4.0 this semester. I’m quite content with a 3.5 and a lot of extracirricular things as well. That’s not really the point. My point is this: my collegiate career has come to the bottom of the ninth. There are two outs, I’m down by three, and the bases are loaded with my past three years of college. I’m not stepping in and looking for a hit, I’ve done that before. I’m looking for my walk-off Grand Slam, my highlight which gets replayed over and over again. I want to start a trend in my life of living it to the fullest and leaving nothing behind. Leaving nothing behind in my spiritual walk. Leaving nothing behind in my social life. Leaving nothing behind academically, physically, or any of those other adverbial parts of life.

Before I start to get all of the emails telling me I can’t do this on my own, I know that. Look at my past record. If it were up to me, I would be okay with always ending up in second place. This isn’t about me. It’s about the Holy Spirit working in my life. It’s about me feeling like God expects me to do the very best I can at life. It’s about setting a goal to leave nothing behind because the thing I feel I’ve left furthest behind is my spiritual walk. I’m not out to prove anything to anyone. I’m simply deciding to pick up my cross, and die to myself. And I mean it. If it was a half-hearted decision, I would never make it public for you to read it. But it’s out there, you’ve read it, and I’m counting on you to keep me accountable on this one.

Joshmorton.com is better than ever!

In the past seven or eight months, a lot of changes have happened at joshmorton.com, and this is by far the best one yet. I am now a proud user of WordPress, an open-source program which has quickly established itself as the dominant blog power for those of us who crave more than what blogger.com can give us. I now have all sorts of controls and functions I never had while using blogger, and the result will be a much more appealing, easier to use website. Eventually I’ll bring back all of the previous articles I’ve written, but I’ve given myself the next 9 days as a timetable for that to happen. So until then, come back often as the scenery starts to develop on the new website, and feel free to leave a comment in the now very user-friendly comments section.

I have a lot of things to write about, so look forward to some articles quickly, and also some news about how the articles will come this year.

Summer

As many of you have noticed and pointed out to me, I haven’t been writing recently. Well, for any of you who may still look from time to time, I just want you to know that I am off for the summer. Traveling makes it rather difficult just to stay connected, let alone find the time to post on the ol’ website. So, until August, I take my leave of you. When I get back, the website will probably go through a period of change so that I can transform it more into what I envision it to be. One thing I would like to do is write a weekly article. Basically this is the first step in my ultimate desire to be a published author, and I will probably create a website dedicated to my once a week articles I will write beginning in the fall. My personal site will then hopefully become more user friendly, and allow people to post freely without the pains and struggles of using blogger.com.

So for the summer, feel free to check back as often as you like. But if you’re a betting person, I would bet on the website staying pretty much the same for the summer.

Just don’t forget to visit again when summer is over!!!

Flying West

Friday, May 6 2128 CDT
32,000 ft. – somewhere over Missouri

Our grand trip came to its grand end today, and as much fun as it was (and it was a whole lot of fun) I am certainly glad to be out of the car and done with the 50+ hours of driving we did. At the moment, I’m on American Airlines flight 1288 to Phoenix to meet my stepdad, Richard. My mom and sister should be in Denver, about ready to take the second leg of their flight in to Phoenix. Kinda funny that I was just there, and now they’re in Denver, too.

Anyways, when I last left you we were on our way to Rapid City, SD to meet up with one of my all time best friends, Nate Lail, and spend a day in his home town. We arrived there about 6:30 in the evening, met with Nate, and then went to his dad’s house for dinner. We ate and chatted, and I talked with Jocelyn, Nate’s sister, about our project for Dr. Lennox’s class and how he said himself that our encyclopedia was the best in the class. Yay…all that hard work paid off, I suppose.

We left Rapid and went out into the Black Hills, which I believe is one of my favorite places in the world. We camped the night, complete with roasted hot dogs and two games of poker (what is camping without a little Texas Hold’em?) Then slept very soundly until the next morning. Our morning hike was of Mount Baldy, which is right next to Mount Rushmore. It’s a great hike of about 5 miles, and includes not only your standard trail hiking, but culminates in about 200 feet of bouldering (rock climbing, but not the kind you need gear for) to get to the top.

We also did part of the Sylvan Lake trail, which basically leads to a really cool cave that we climbed down in. You climb up 150 feet or so, and then once you get to the top of rock, then you climb back down about 50 of that into a small cavern, and then squeeze through a really narrow corridor, and then end with a really hard maneuver to get into the final cavern. All in all the whole thing probably takes an hour, and you don’t necessarily go very far.. but parts can be extremely challenging, and the fun part about the cave is the way you have to rely on others to get up and down. It was the only part of our trip where it took everyone working together to get to the destination—and it was a lot of fun.

After climbing, we did some driving through the hills before ending up at Hill City, where the Alpine Inn Restaurant is. One of my all-time favorite restaurants, they serve two menu choices: small and large. It’s a bacon-wrapped fillet mignon, with a baked potato and salad. The salad is fun because all they do is cut up a lettuce head into quarters, and then give you a quarter of a lettuce head with dressing on top. It’s really good, and very much unique. The steak is amazing, and what really seals off the meal is the dessert, which is made in house and unique to this one restaurant, and no where else in the world. It’s amazing. Sheer amazing.

The five of us ate with Nate’s mom, grandma, and Jocelyn. It was a lot of fun, because Nate’s whole family is just a lot of fun to be around. It’s especially great when Nate and his mom start getting into a verbal “war” of sorts (all in love, of course :) …things can only get funnier when that happens. Mama Lail paid for our dinner, a very blessed surprise, and then we all went and crashed at her house for a couple of hours, took showers, and prepared for a very long car ride back.

We left shortly after 11pm from Rapid City, and began our way home. I drove for about 150 miles, and eventually got to the point where I was fighting sleep too much, so Eric and I switched places. For the time I was driving, and about the first 50 miles Eric drove, we talked about anything and everything, no matter how silly, just to keep ourselves awake. So at first I tried to keep talking with Eric while he was driving, but as the night wore on me, I began to say things which just didn’t make any sense at all, such as “The chef got unclipped, and we could also get unclipped when you’re rock climbing, or driving in a car, you know.” And then I would insist that I was making perfect sense and that Eric just wasn’t paying attention to me. But eventually he told me to shutup and go to sleep, and he downed 60 ounces of energy drinks over 8 hours and drove us all the way to Wisconsin. I sure am glad he had the ability to do it, because none of the rest of us did.

We eventually got to Justin’s house, where his mom had lunch for us and warm showers for those of us who wanted them. We rested for a while, figured our final numbers on trip cost, and then got ready to go the rest of the way home. Our trip came in $150 under budget, thanks in large part to the Jones family’s donation of food, and much better than expected gas mileage in the west, as well as a few things here and there, all of which added up over the week. So, the trip ended up costing me just $158, an amazing price for 3500+ miles of driving, four days of camping, and food for all of those days, as well.

We left Justin’s house a little after four, and I was in O’Hare a little after 6:30. I checked in, and was actually through security and my way to the gate before 7. I had over an hour until boarding, which gave me time to grab some dinner, and also talk to Steph for about a half hour while I was waiting (which was great, because for all the times I had tried I hadn’t been able to talk to her since Monday :). There are very few open seats on the plane, but I happen to be sitting next to one. On the other side of that is a very nice lady from Kankakee, IL. She is on her way to Phoenix to see the birth of her first great-grandchild. This is her first time flying alone, and it’s been quite a while since last time she was in an airplane, so we chatted on the tarmac and during takeoff, just to pass the time and ease nerves. The weather has been hit or miss up here. Right now we’re in some clouds and I can’t see a thing, but it has also been clear, and I even got to see a couple of lightning storms off in the distance when we were leaving Chicago. Our flight is about 20 minutes ahead of schedule, so may actually get into Phoenix before my mom and sister do.

Eric and I are already talking about taking another trip next year. It may be of a slightly different nature, but we definitely want to do something similar again next year, when I’m graduated and ready to move into the next chapter of my life…very, very scary.

So long, farewell, and all those things they say in Sound of Music.

A Couple Days Later

Wednesday, May 4 1251MDT
About 50 miles west of Casper, WY

We’re stopped on the road somewhere west of Casper, Wyoming at this moment. We’re passing through some road construction, and the highway is down to only one lane of traffic. We’re on our way to Rapid City, a day earlier than originally planned—but I’ll get to that in a second. Justin took the wheel from camp in the Grand Tetons, and has been driving for about 200 miles now. About an hour ago, he got pulled over and got out first speeding ticket of the trip, and I pray our only one. It was more a luck of the draw thing… I’ve been going 80 down pretty much all of the highways in Wyoming, and he was doing the same, he just happened to drive by a cop while he was doing it. Honestly, it’s very hard not to go that fast, it’s so wide open out here.

Yesterday we woke up around 8:30, got ready for the day, and then went out on our second hike of the trip. Most of the trails in Grand Teton N.P. were completely snowed over, so we took one of about four different choices we had. It was about a 4.5 mile hike around Taggart Lake, with about 500’ of elevation change altogether. The hike was gorgeous—the first half looking out over the Teton mountains, and the second half was completely different scenery than the first half. About 2 miles in, we watched the rain come over the mountains and dump on us, but it only lasted a few minutes, and then the sun came back out. When we finished that hike, we drove to another trailhead, but stopped shortly into our hike, because of the weather. Combs and I had a fairly bad feeling about what was coming over the mountains, and considering our lack of appropriate gear, I believe we made a good decision in stopping.

After a night of hamburgers and poker, we got ready to go to bed, only to find that half our tent was soaked with water. Eventually we decided to sleep three really close together, and then I slept at their feet, where the tent was still dry. It rained, sleeted, and snowed all night long, and we woke up to a light dusting of snow, and a lot of wet ground. The weather was apparently unpredictable today, with the weather radio giving us options all the way from high 50s and thunderstorms to 30s and snowstorms. So we packed up camp, gave Nate Lail a call, and are now on our way to the Black Hills, where we’ll camp tonight and hike tomorrow. There are a couple of different options we have for hiking, although I’m particularly fond of climbing up to the top of Harney Peak, which is where we climbed last year when I went with a different group of people hiking through the Black Hills. Harney is the tallest point between the Rockies and the Pyrenees Mountains, and the view from there is breathtaking. It’s also an incredible hike.

For all of you who were on the trip last year, I just saw our first Wall Drug sign—some 400 miles west of Wall, SD. Amazing.

I talked to Stephanie for a little while yesterday, and she got her new car, which is awesome. I’m really excited for her, although it might be a long time before I ever get to see it. It only had 13 miles on it when she got it. Incredible. For the curious, she got a yellow 2005 Chevy Cobalt. I’ve never been in a cobalt before, so I’m not exactly sure how big they are inside, but they look cool enough from the outside. She leaves for Virginia this weekend, and she’ll be gone all summer working there and enjoying some time back at where she considers home. I know Lindsay really wants her to come to the wedding next Friday (the one I’m flying back from Phoenix to be at). And of course, I would love to see her there, as well…but it’s a long trip, and it’s only a week after she goes the first time, so I don’t really expect her to be there. Oh well.

The landscape out here is gorgeous, especially Wyoming. There’s such a wide variety of landscapes. At times during the drive today, the left side of the car would be red rock faces, like you expect to see in the southwest, and on the other side would be huge alpine forest covering mountainsides. We drove through canyons, hiked on mountains, drove by winding streams in grassy fields, and now are driving through a flat, arid basin with mountains to the south and all sorts of random rock faces and what not. We truly have seen some incredibly beautiful parts of the country in the past couple of days. Estes Park was gorgeous, Grand Teton N.P. was astounding…there just isn’t words to describe all the beautiful things we’ve seen the last few days, and I know there are more ahead of us as we make our way to Rapid City.

You just can’t help but be amazed by God’s creation when you go on a trip like this. We spread out during our hike yesterday, and each of us took the trail on our own pace, which gave us all some good, quality private time. I took care of some business with God, and also spent a large part of that quiet time just looking and listening for him—in the beautiful mountains, and the song of his creatures, and in the sound of the rain coming and the gleam of the sun breaking through clouds. His creation is so amazing, and is always praising him, and it is incredible. I so much enjoyed just talking with him and being in his presence during that hike! Our God truly is an incredible God. I only hope I live in a way that is honoring and worshiping to him.

I have some great pics to show you when I get home.

Estes Park

Sunday, May 1
Estes Park, CO (Rocky Mountain National Park)

We’re in Estes Park, Colorado, which is quite possibly one of the most beautiful places in the entire country. We got here around 4, and found the info center for RMNP by 4:30. There’s roughly 6-8 inches of snow on the ground, and no more than three other groups camping in the entire park, none of which are doing it the tent way. It’s in the high twenties up at our campsite, so after setting up our tent we came back down to the town to hang out at none other than Starbucks, literally the only place open. And of course, Starbuck’s has wireless internet, too.. thus I am quite content here, even if my colleagues are itching to get bac to camp and play poker.

Since that is the case, I won’t write long today… I’ll save it for the car ride tomorrow. But just so you know, all is well–though not quite as expected–in the Rocky Mountains. It’s beautiful thanks to the 8 inches of snow, but we didn’t exacty expect 8 inches of snow, either. We’ll leave in the morning for Wyoming, and I hope to leave you more then. For now, here’s what it looks like where we’re camping:


near Estes Park, CO

Pope-slapped!

I know it’s been over a week since I’ve written something, and generally you come expecting an article worthy of your time to visit and read. But to be honest, I’m just plain swamped right now. I have a ton of things I would like to write about, but can’t quite write about yet because they’re not solid enough in my head. There are a lot of feelings and emotions I would like to tell you about, but I don’t know how to write about them or describe them, so I can’t. Plus, school has just hit me so hard there’s no room left for any deep thinking of any kind. Whatever isn’t being used by school is very much spoken for already.

So, I will leave you with the phrase that is sure to revolutionize the way college life is.

I guess you could say school has Pope-Slapped me this semester.

Don’t understand what it means? That’s okay, neither do I. What I can tell you is it’s a replacement for the word “punk’d” which is a funny word we use to describe when someone gets… punk’d. (See, I told you it’s just not there upstairs…)

So, the next time you cut someone in line, steal their candy bar while they’re not looking, or make a ‘your mom’ joke, just remember one key phrase, that, when said very loudly and with the proper amount of authority, is really funny: “Ooohh…. you just got Pope-Slapped!”

I’m tired of being a Christian

Today was my day to eat supper with Jeremy Holtrop. I don’t think I’ve said much about him on the site so far, but he is an incredible guy, and I feel so blessed to call him my friend, and have a chance to eat with him once a week just to share our feelings. Sometimes we just get together and laugh, and sometimes we have very deep conversation. Today we had one of our best conversations, just about being Christians and what it means.

Our conversation eventually focused around what it really means to be a Christian, and how we feel like it’s not at all what most people live it or believe it to be. We both talked about how much we hate the fake, shallow lives that Christians lead. To most people, it’s not about what we actually feel or think, it’s about saying the right things, doing the good things, and never saying or doing the bad things. That’s crap.
I believe absolutely in very few things. I believe that God is the one true sovereign God. I believe that Jesus was born of a virgin, lived, died on a cross, was dead and buried, and then rose on the third day. I believe that now the Holy Spirit intercedes on our behalf, and is our direct connection to God, made possible by the blood of Christ. Other than that, you can pretty much disprove anything else I believe, and it may make me feel like an idiot, but it won’t change the fact I believe in God.
Go to Dr. Drury’s website, and read his article, and especially Dr. Schenck’s article (which is linked right below Drury’s) to see who started me thinking these things.

To fuel the fire, earlier today in Church Music class we had a discussion on whether or not to use non-Christian musicians in a worship team. I think everyone pretty much agreed that a non-Christian could never be a worship leader, but there was a rift between the class on whether or not to use non-Christians. I understand the argument against it, I do. But I just have a real problem with the way we run our churches today.
Nothing about Jesus was acceptable to the church. He didn’t hang out with all the religious leaders talking theology and worship, he hung out with the sinners, making them feel like they were loved and accepted, regardless of the condition of their lives. In Luke 19 Jesus meets up with Zaccheus, and ends up going to his house for dinner. The verse that gets me is verse seven. It says that people grumbled because Jesus was going to be a guest in the house of a sinner. WHAT IS THE CHURCH FOR??? Why are we bickering over whether or not to let a musician play guitar in our band? The fact that there is an opportunity is one more chance to witness to one more person. There are countless stories of worship team members coming to Christ through being involved in a church!
One argument people use is the one that everyone on the worship team–regardles of their role–is a leader. Well, unless they left it out, none of the gospel writers ever mentioned Jesus asking if the boy was a Christian before taking his small lunch and feeding thousands with it. Maybe you don’t think so, but I’m pretty sure all the other little boys looked up to that kid after that. Jesus didn’t ask if he was a Christian, he simply used the opportunity to change that boy’s life forever. It wasn’t normal! It wasn’t “right”! Jesus didn’t do things that made religious leaders happy. He did things that changed the world.
In Mark 9, the disciples stopped a man who was casting out demons in Jesus’ name, but wasn’t traveling with Jesus. But Jesus told them not to stop him, and said these words about it: “Do not hinder him, for there is no one who will perform a miracle in My name, and be able soon afterward to speak evil of Me. For he who is not against us is for us. For whoever gives you a cup of water to drink because of your name as followers of Christ, truly I say to you, he will not lose his reward.” (Mark 9:39b-41, NASB) Now, without doing an in-depth study, I will say that the context was a bit different then than it is now, but I believe that this verse is not taken out of context when applied now.

In a world that’s full of pharisees, I just don’t feel like being equated with “Christians” anymore. I don’t want to be stuck in the IWU bubble my whole life. I want my life to resemble Christ’s, and Christ’s life was anything but religious by the standards of his day. Don’t romanticize Jesus’ life and ministry. ‘Religious’ people hated him. He wasn’t preaching in front of huge congregations and broadcast to 176 countries around the world. He didn’t say the things that made him accepted by the church, or made him look good. He said the things that were true.
I read an article somewhere on the web (I forget where, and I’m too tired to look it up in my web history) where someone was saying he had a surefire way to bring in 9 out of 10 families who visited their Sunday School into their church. You know what it was? They had them over on Friday to play cards.
They would invite visiting couples over on Fridays to play cards with some of their other friends from church. The night involves playing cards, eating dessert, laughing, and just having a good time. What it doesn’t involve was ever saying anything about Jesus to them. They just befriended those church visitors, made them feel welcome, and got to know them for who they are. You know what? At the end of a year, of the ten couples this particular family had over, nine of them joined the church. Without ever preaching a word, or saying a word, they witnessed to those people by having a genuine, Christ-driven(love!) relationship with them. On the other side, of the other 50 families that visited that church, only 3 of them ended up becoming regular attenders. One of my all-time favorite quotes is by St. Francis. It simply says, “Preach the gospel. If necessary, use words.”

I’m tired of being associated with “Christians” who are voting on whether or not to have gay pastors. I’m tired of being associated with Christians who insist on shoving Jesus down everyone’s throat instead of building relationships, the effective way of reaching out. I’m tired of being associated with “Christians” who go to church on Sunday, and then live like the rest of the world the rest of the time.

I’m tired of being associated with Christians who don’t think we should ever have non-Christians in our worship teams, even if that is the only way that person will ever get into a church.

I quit being a Christian. I’ll never quit following Christ, and living a life that he has called me to. But I quit being a Christian. I want to be able to proclaim to people when I’m having a hard time. I want to be honsest with people and let them know it’s been a month since I’ve done my devotions. That ‘s what real Christianity is. It’s not the peaches and cream we ascribe it to be. It’s not about being perfect. It’s about doing the best we can, despite our imperfections. Sometimes I don’t feel like being a Christian anymore. It doesn’t mean I’m not, just beacuse I have that feeling. Sometimes I have to question my entire belief system, including the existence of God himself. That doesn’t mean I’m not a Christian. I have doubts. I have questions. Sometimes I just don’t feel like doing it. That doesn’t make me any less of a Christian. No, the fact that I am open and honest about those things to me means that if anything, my relationship with God is just that much truer. No human relationship that’s worth anything is all about being perfect. My friends and I share all our emotions–the times when we feel great, and the times when we feel crappy. Telling God I’m doubting something about my faith doesn’t mean he doesn’t love me anymore, praise Him!

So be honest. Be open about your struggles. If not with others, at least with God. He already knows you feel that way, anyways!

So, it is with virulent disdain I say goodbye to Christianity. I’m not about pretending anymore. Out with Christianity. In with a true, honest, relationship with Jesus Christ–and the people he loved so much, he died for them.

The Minuteman Project

If you’ve been following the “Minutemen Project” at all over the last week or so, then you have probably read some of the same articles I’ve read, and to be honest, they’ve just got me plain upset. I was unaware of this phrase until just recently, but apparently now we feel that there are Migrants Rights, and there are even migrants rights activists groups, all there to protect the “rights” of illegal migrants.

What I’m not sure about is where to go with this blog. One part of me wants to just rip up and down on people for saying that now we owe illegal aliens rights just the same as anyone else in our country. That’s one of the most retarded things I’ve ever heard. They don’t belong to our country! How on earth are we all of the sudden expected to give them rights, which basically
amounts to letting them come live freely in our country. I don’t know about you, but I don’t pay 25% of my income in taxes so that millions of illegal immigrants can roam about on our soil, using our infrastructure that we pay for. I have to pay the same
as everyone else, and I expect anyone who enjoys the benefits and priviledges of those tax dollars to pay their share, as well. I get really, really heated when I start debating this stuff, and personally I almost want to tell the Minutemen to use our right, the one which our country was founded on, to shoot the guys if that’s what it takes. Maybe if something acutually happens to immigrants that’s more strict than a discounted bus ticket back home, they might actually think twice about breaking our laws.

On the other hand, it doesn’t seem hardly fair to trash on illegal immigrants (as much as they deserve it) and their rights, when we are right now spending hundreds of billions of dollars to protect the rights of a country 10,000 miles away, even if the only true purpose of that war is to protect our oil supply. I just don’t get what about that makes sense. If we took the $400 billion dollars this war has cost, and spread it around in our country’s quickly-failing education system, think of how far $400Bn dollars could go. We could give 4,000 school systems each a hundred million dollars, and maybe then we could keep the important
education programs, like music and art and the things which not only are most important, but are also most likely to engender a generation of children who are peaceful and caring enough to actual make the changes we want our guns and tanks to make in Iraq. And think about it, let’s say each of those 4,000 school systems puts that money into long-term investments and lives off the interest. a couple of million a year would easily fund most creative arts programs, and not only would those all be funded, but
it would be a great economic stimulation, as well. If all of the sudden we pumped 400 billion into our economy, maybe the dollar wouldn’t be losing quite as much money, and maybe trade would be even stronger, and who knows. (I’m not an economist, and I’m sure someone who is will point out a major theoretical flaw in my little platform I just made, but hey, it sounds good to me).

I just think our founding fathers were ridiculous people. I mean who really expects a democracy of uninformed, unintelligent people to make good votes and elect qualified people into office? Based on the people who run our government right now,
I sure don’t.