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Matthew 3:7-10

But when he saw many of the Pharisees and Sadducees coming to where he was baptizing, he said to them: "You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the coming wrath?

Produce fruit in keeping with repentance.

And do not think you can say to yourselves, 'We have Abraham as our father.' I tell you that out of these stones God can raise up children for Abraham.

The ax is already at the root of the trees, and every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.
Stupid Fact of the Week
There was only one civilian casualty during the three-day Battle of Gettysburg
28 September, 2005
Novocaine for the Soul

Life is hard and so am I
You better give me something
So I don’t die
Novocaine for the soul
Before I sputter out

Life is white and I am black
Jesus and his lawyer
Are coming back
Oh my darling will you be here
Before I sputter out

Guess who’s living here
With the great undead
This paint by number’s life is fucking with my head
Once again

Life is good and I feel great
‘cause mother says I was
A great mistake

Novovaine for the soul
You better give me something
To fill the hole
Before I sputter out (repeat)

-- EELS - the most inventive, original, underappreciated band ever.
posted by Rockel @ 10:08 AM   1 comments
22 September, 2005
Late Night at the National Weather Service



















Think it's photoshopped? Click here.
posted by Rockel @ 10:16 AM   1 comments
20 September, 2005
Blackbird
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

- Paul McCartney.
posted by Rockel @ 4:25 PM   1 comments
15 September, 2005
Quote of the Day
"It's mindblowing having a child," she said, adding that she planned on being "a hot mom".

Ahhh... America.
posted by Rockel @ 9:20 AM   1 comments
13 September, 2005
Dost my ears deceive me?
"President Bush for the first time took responsibility Tuesday for federal government mistakes in dealing with Hurricane Katrina and suggested the calamity raised broader questions about the government's ability to handle both natural disasters and terror attacks....

"'And to the extent that the federal government didn't fully do its job right, I take responsibility. I want to know what went right and what went wrong,' said Bush." (article)

Admitting that the government, on some level, or in some amount, failed to do it's job, and taking responsibility for it?

Is Dubya feeling alright? It's a shame he's not running for re-election. He just won back some of my respect.

But enough praise of the man... time to make fun of him.

First, Mr. FEMA:
I would have loved to have been around for this... "Brownie, you're doin' a heckuva job." Then shortly thereafter, in his best Trump voice, "Yer foy-erd"

Second, Judge Bobby:
I now know, having watched Judge Roberts' speech preceding the "hearings," why he was picked by the president: He is a most eloquent speaker, but is also capable of speaking Dubya-ese...

"I like Bobby. He's a good judge. A good American. A good man. A good looking man. And a smart man - you heard his speech. And he's gonna be a heck of an umpire. I have every confidence. He's got a good eye. He'll call the balls. And the strikes. A lot of strikes. He'll be the man behind the plate, not on the field swinging the bat. That'll be me. I'm the President. That means I get an aluminum bat... so I can hit the ball further. I've been working out. A lot of arm work. I'm gettin' pretty good. Got the pitching machine on the fastest speed now. It's good to be able to hit an eighty mile an hour fastball. It's... It's difficult. It's not easy. I can tell you. But... uh... Yeah. Uh. Bobby. He's a good man." (source)


Non-political cartoon of the day:
posted by Rockel @ 4:55 PM   0 comments
12 September, 2005
More Friends




Matt "Roomy/Friend/Best Man" Doyle











Adam "Eh-ree-ah" Shatarsky











Luke "I love this kid" Custer











David "Ho-Hummmmmm" Dossey











Johnny "Yeah, we go way back" Depp
posted by Rockel @ 11:13 PM   0 comments
11 September, 2005
In Memoriam
posted by Rockel @ 11:51 AM   0 comments
10 September, 2005
Ode to my Peeps
Everybody else is doing it... you can do it, too.

Mah Peeps:






J. C.











The Cobra







Mah Fam:






Pops











Mumsie











Sisser







I love you all.

-Rockel
posted by Rockel @ 1:37 AM   0 comments
07 September, 2005
Detour
Just another short break from the tedium of Politics...

I wanted to take a moment to thank those of you who answered my request for prayer. I understand that some of you differ from me politically, or even dogmatically... but it is nice to know that there is a common ground, and I am very grateful for that.

That is all for now.

The biting sarcasm will return shortly...
posted by Rockel @ 3:33 PM   5 comments
02 September, 2005
"Blue Like Jazz"
This is a most excellent book.

I'm only a few chapters in, but it is amazing. It is subtitled: Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality.

I highly recomend it.

Click on the title of this post, or click here to go to the website. There you can download the first chapter in pdf format.

It'll get you hooked... you'll want more... you'll wander the streets looking for a man in a dark alley dealing out further chapters.

I'll share with you the Author's Note at the beginning of the book:

I never liked jazz music because jazz music doesn't resolve. But I was outside the Bagdad Theater in Portland one night when I saw a man playing the saxophone. I stood there for fifteen minutes, and he never opened his eyes.
After that I liked jazz music.
Sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself. It is as if they are showing you the way.
I used to not like God because God didn't resolve. But that was before any of this happened.
posted by Rockel @ 12:03 PM   2 comments
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ON THE NICKEL
by Tom Waits

("I'd like to do a new song here. This is eh, it's about downtown Los Angeles on 5th Street. And eh all the winos affectionately refer to it as The Nickel. So this is kind of a hobo's lullaby.")

sticks and stones will break my bones,
but i always will be true, and when
your mama is dead and gone,
i'll sing this lullabye just for you,
and what becomes of all the little boys,
who never comb their hair,
well they're lined up all around the block,
on the nickel over there.

so you better bring a bucket,
there is a hole in the pail,
and if you don't get my letter,
then you'll know that i'm in jail,
and what becomes of all the little boys,
who never say their prayers,
well they're sleepin' like a baby,
on the nickel over there.

and if you chew tobacco, and wish upon a star,
well you'll find out where the scarecrows sit,
just like punchlines between the cars,
and i know a place where a royal flush,
can never beat a pair, and even thomas jefferson,
is on the nickel over there.

so ring around the rosie, you're sleepin' in the rain,
and you're always late for supper,
and man you let me down again,
i thought i heard a mockingbird, roosevelt knows where,
you can skip the light, with grady tuck,
on the nickel over there.

so what becomes of all the little boys,
who run away from home,
well the world just keeps gettin' bigger,
once you get out on your own,
so here's to all the little boys,
the sandman takes you where,
you'll be sleepin' with a pillowman,
on the nickel over there.

so let's climb up through that button hole,
and we'll fall right up the stairs,
and i'll show you where the short dogs grow,
on the nickel over there.
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"We draw people to Christ not by loudly discrediting what they believe,
by telling them how wrong they are and how right we are,
but by showing them a light that is so lovely that they want with all their hearts to know the source of it."
 -- Madeleine L'Engle, "Walking on Water"