Friday, December 27, 2013
To me this has never been about the first amendment. It's never been about a man losing his job over what he said. To me it always has been the fact that the media is turning the teachings of Christianity into hate speech. The religion of 2.18 billion people became nothing more than liberal blasphemy. The religion this country was built on is now just a book of uneducated red neck ramblings that puts down and hates everyone. Yes I understand times have changed and everyone should except everyone else's life style, but the bible has stood the test of time and remained true to the word of God that teaches us to love and respect all people regardless of their lifestyle. So you say we hate but in all actually we just love you.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
With the recent events in this country including shootings and talks of gun and magazine bans I thought I would take the time to write to my locale representatives and voice my opinions. I am a strong supporter of the second amendment and i am glad at least some of my elected officials feel the same way. So far I received one reply. I'm sure all senators and congressmen are being inundated with letters and emails so one well written email reply was more than I expected. Here is what Lamar Alexander wrote to me.
January 8, 2013
Thank you for sharing your feelings regarding the tragic shootings in Newtown, Connecticut. I was horrified by this attack that left twenty-eight dead. My thoughts and prayers are for the victims and those who now live with their loss.
As we learn more about the tragedy in Newtown, I think we must look closely at the behavior of isolated young men who develop an obsession with violence. We should ask the leaders of the entertainment industry whether they would want their children--or those who might harm their children--to watch the increasingly violent video games and movies that they pour into our culture. This is not the only cause of violence in our society but it is one important cause. Connecticut has strong gun laws. The problem is not with the gun but with the person pulling the trigger.
This is a terrible event for our nation and we must find appropriate ways to respond. I’m grateful you’ve shared your reactions with me and will keep them in mind as we move forward.
The problem is not with the gun but with the person pulling the trigger. Very wise words.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
When I was a baby and took my first steps you told me to be safe and held my hand as I figured out how to put one foot in front of the other.
At age six when I got my first bike for Christmas all I wanted to do was ride it, but you told me to be safe, so I put on my helmet and watched out for traffic.
When I got my first pair of roller blades I headed out to skate with my friends. You told me to be safe again and I put on my helmet, elbow, and knee pads before I skated off.
A few years later when dad brought home an old busted dirt bike I was ecstatic. Dad and I spend many weeks rebuilding it and getting it to run right. Finally when we had it running perfect I jump on and started to take off when you called out from the deck. The same words I have heard before but always seem to forget until I hear them from you. “Be safe” you said, so I hoped down and grabbed my motorcycle helmet.
My sixteenth birthday came around and you gave me a set of shinny new keys to an older looking car. You wouldn’t let me drive it for the first couple days because it had snowed. But once the roads were clear I was ready to go. Before I left the house you had some more words of caution “be safe”. These words stuck with me as I got into the driver seat and buckled the seat belt and adjusted the mirrors.
When I was eighteen and started bringing girls around you still shared those two words with me behind my girlfriends back. “Be safe” you would say and I knew just what you meant.
After college I moved out with my future wife. You gave me a big hug and told me you would miss me. You said to take care of myself and I could always visit. Before I pulled out of the drive way with the last of my stuff loaded into the truck you told me one last time to be safe.
Years later when I came home to visit for the holidays you met me at the door with a hug and a smile. You wrapped your arms around my waist and stopped with your hand on the bulge on my left hip. You looked up at me and asked why I carried a pistol with me. I looked into your eyes with a smile and said, “Just being safe like you always told me.”