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Last weekend the wife cooked a huge ham, complete with large bone, which Mom then took and made into bean soup. Now, I’m a huge fan of bean soup, but homemade bean soup, with the bone of an enormous ham, it’s divine.

Consequently, I am a toxic waste dump. Things have been coming out of me that shouldn’t exit a living creature. I have had to install a fan in the Cubicle of Og. My cube neighbors are threatening revolt. I am, in a word, revolting.

Man, it’s a beautiful thing. If there is anything more satisfying than a loud, dry fart, it is if that fart is noxious in the extreme, making the atmosphere in your immediate vicinity unbearable to civilized humans.

My uncle Calvin, God Rest His Soul, once released a particularly loud (and long lasting) fart on a walk in his grape arbors. The tone was pure and had great duration. On ending, he said “a man can fart like that, can’t be too much wrong with him”

At this point in my life, I can understand his meaning; anytime you get gas and not lumps, anytime there aren’t smoke rings or bacon strips in the BVD’s, you’re OK.

TMI? Maybe. Still: If you don’t know this simple truth, trust me, someday you will.

Inspired in part by this specific postat Mrs Du Toit’s place, I’m gonna drag out ogs law again. Tis, after all, the season.

Mrs D talks about Contribution vs charity. She makes the point pretty clearly. She also talks about her atheisim here.

I don’t know Mrs D personally, but I know her as well as can anyone who reads her weblog. It is no secret to me that she is a moral and decent person. It is not brain surgery to discover that she has her head completely out of her ass. Merely homeschooling children, let alone doing so in the midst of a professional career, and various home improvement projects, is a task of sysiphan proportions. And she puts up with this guy on a daily basis.

Pity she’s an athiest, she probably meets all the requirements for sainthood.

The point is this:

Us residents of Jesusland are about morals. Decency. Contributions. Parenting. Accountability. A lot of other things that apparently scare the shit out of the residents of the Blue States.

Oh, by the way? We do this without the coercion of any religious organization. We do this because it is the way of correct living. We are the way we are because it is the basis of personal integrity. My morals and my personal spiritual life are integrated, but they also stand each by itself.

We are not self righteous religious nutjobs. Speaking only for myself, I could never run for public office, because a flotilla of ore ships could not haul away the skeletons in my closet. I have no ground to stand upon to criticise anyone.

I still DO criticise people. Because I’ve done wrong in my life doesn’t mean I can’t differentiate right from wrong. Still, I’d much rather try to help someone out of trouble than to criticise them. Oh, some people cannot be helped- I’ve seen that often enough. Never let it be said that I didn’t try.

Nobody is without their transgressions. The difference between the moral and the amoral is the ability to rise above one’s own transgressions and try to do better. Wait, scratch that- the difference between the moral and amoral is the ability to recognize transgressions.

Or, maybe it’s both. Case in point: Rush Limbaugh. Oxycontin. he developed an addiction, recognized it’s wrongness, outed himself, got fixed, moved on.

Case in point: Bill Bastard Clinton: he doesn’t even recognize that soiling the oval office with his sordid filth is a transgression.

Sorry, I’m wandering off topic again: The very best of humanity is the segment that live lives of personal accountability and treat it’s felow humans with respect and compassion. We are the meat and bones of America. We are also the brains and the heart. People like the Du Toits, sending out the word to help those who need help, people you know and see all around you, fighting the good fight, not out of fear of eternal damnation or desire for eternal reward, but because it is right.

So, I’ll shut up now, and just remind you of ogs law:

Og’s first rule:

If you don’t see someone who needs help, LOOK HARDER.