Mailing it in
I know, and it’s not out of lack of desire, I’m just swamped.
I’m also tired. Tired of the bullshit going on, tired of the people who are all about liberty as long as it’s for people they approve of, tired of people who have no faith telling me I’m doing it wrong, tired of the Christian bashing by the enlightened people who have escaped the bonds of religion (Yeah, that. Good lord, I’m tired of that) Tired of people who don’t have a clue. Which is just about everyone. Tired of people who aren’t gay telling me that gay people just want to be happy, tired of gay people that don’t know me from adam telling me I’m bad because I hate them.
So I do what I can where I can. Lord, make me an instrument of your will. I know exactly how terrible that prayer is, in the true meaning of terrible.
I think if you’re not tired or discouraged from time to time it’s a sign you’re not paying attention. Ultimately it doesn’t come down to us, I take great comfort in knowing my shortcomings won’t adversely affect the outcome.
Somewhere on my computer I have a picture of a fuzzy little kitten with his front paws over his eyes, saying “Please, make the stupid people SHUT UP!” I know how he feels.
It’s nearly time to spit on one’s hands, raise the black flag, and start slitting throats.
I’m on it.
“Lord, teach me to serve you as you deserve. To give and not to count the cost. To fight and not to heed the wounds. To toil and not to seek for rest. To labor, and not to ask for any reward save that of knowing that I do thy will. Amen.”
St Augustine?
My answer is that when your religion, which you can freely practice in my country, says you must kill all non believers and that I am one of those non believers, you lose your right to practice said religion in my country. Not only that you should not be surprised if I kill you first.
And that does not mean anyone on this site. I doubt we have many practicing Muslims here and it is too late for abortion for me.
IF there is anyone I know who is the very antithesis of “mailing it in”, it is you, sir.