Sometime, maybe about 33 BC, a child was born. During those 30 odd years it is told he took a fish and a loaf and turned it into many. Then about 33 years later they executed him…
by Ken Carman
The spikes driven into his wrists and ankles were probably the most painful thing he knew anybody had felt. Is this what they went through? All the pain, all the questions: though he knew the answers, he could see life, for them, was filled with questions… filled with pain. It wasn’t as easy as anyone looking down upon their creations might think.
For maybe there is knowing all.
And then there is actually “knowing.”
Having human form made all the difference.
But he never expected what that last jab in the side would actually feel like.
“Why have you forsaken me,” indeed.
Finally it was “finished.”
The story goes that his body was prepared, taken to the tomb. You know the rest. Or do you?
Since he often taught with parables let’s the expanded story much the same way… Read more
The shootings in Centennial, Colorado bring up a topic I have addressed before. Obviously our problems with gun violence go beyond just “guns,” not even just one side of the political equation. But if writing about this can stop one student on the border of bringing a gun to school for revenge, I will write this column again and again…
by Ken Carman
Once again we’re going to hear how more guns in schools, or wherever, will solve children with guns killing students and teachers. Once again we’ll hear how regulating guns will solve the gun problem. Once again, like Lazarus in Star Trek
, we will be stuck in this death grip battle, in a very small rhetorical room from which, in this country, there is no escape.
What if I told you there was something you could do, right now: yes, “you,” about this. It might be a small thing, but still a lot of “small” can make a big difference. What you could do would not offend gun rights advocates. What you might do wouldn’t offend gun regulation advocates. And it could help cut down on gun violence: especially if we reach out to others, and our youth. Read more
by Ken Carman
The blue pill, or the red pill? As far as I’m concern America is intentionally being kept on the blue pill, kept in a Matrix focused on fear and hate.
I was at Midtown, a beer and liquor store complex in Nashville, buying supplies for a Music City Homebrewers’ Christmas party. As I walked out, bag in hand, a gentleman in military fatigues walked up to me, smelling of alcohol, with dilated pupils. He was obviously on at something. Maybe more than one “something.”
“Jerry! Jerry Garcia! Oh, I’m so
glad to see you, man! You were my life…” Read more
The five right-wingers on the U.S. Supreme Court may soon recognize the “religious freedom” of corporations so that these artificial constructs can then dictate to female human citizens restrictions on the kinds of contraceptives that they can get through their work-place health insurance plans.
That may sound crazy but some court watchers believe that the Right-Wing Five will follow the logic of their “corporations-are-people” theories to this next nutty conclusion. After all, if corporations have First Amendment rights of “free speech” when they are financing political propaganda to influence the outcome of U.S. elections, there is a consistency – albeit a bizarre one – to extending to corporations the First Amendment’s “religious freedom.”
Already unlimited corporate money in campaigns has drowned out regular human citizens in terms of who (or what) has the bigger say in the outcome of elections, so why shouldn’t the religious choices of corporations override the personal and moral judgments of people who work for the corporations?
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Turkey’s unite! You have nothing to lose but your heads!”
by Ken Carman
To be clear, I am no vegetarian, though I have respect for those who forgo eating creatures bred to be really stupid, pumped up to be bigger than they would be. I’m sure conditions are sometimes problematic. And… does any of that have anything to do with being “thankful?”
Sort of, historically.
I do think the gathering of family can be a wonderful and grand event… sometimes. Sometimes we do it because we have to and the real thankfulness comes when they leave. Sometimes the result is the opposite. I wouldn’t be surprised if murder rates among family members rise a tick T-day. Use, or misuse, of Stand Your Ground on Thanksgiving Day between members of the family who disagree could have devastating results.
Our broken families certainly have something to do with our inability to resolve our problems regarding gun violence. As we argue more guns, or more regulations, family members are dying, folks.
But, more than anything else, for some reason Thanksgiving has turned into a gorge fest where billions of artificially pumped up turkeys grace our tables, potatoes so tormented they are now mush… wonderful mush… so so wondrous mush… and a goo that supposedly has cranberries in it: somewhere. Sometimes I wonder if they have huge factories where they can this gunk. Factories populated with old men guilty of the sin of over eating a diet filled with just cranberries. When their normally impacted… bogged down… colons finally give up the gelled waste they can it and ship off to the stores. It a sin-biotic relationship.
What the hell is in that stuff anyway?
And how did Thanksgiving turned into… this? Read more