Folksy

I am still working on the grad school thing.  Also, still working on the quitting smoking thing.  I'm out of buds, but not working on that.  I scored some great stuff at the library today.  Listening to it currently and moping around thinking about whiskey.  Folk music will do that to a guy.

Life has a way... away.

Ethiopian proverb: "The one who recovers from illness forgets about God."

I had an illness once.  And other times, too.  And I guess I never thought about god except to curse him.  I never forget about him.  Not with the Michelle Bachmanns of the world using him as a political shoulder-to-lean-on.  I heard she used homosexual and satan in the same sentence the other day.  It leaves little hope.  People will vote for these fools.  The GOP loves to dig up the corpse of Jesus of Nazareth and drape it over their cause.  And they'll continue to do so.  And who cares if it ain't right... If these are those whom you call believers, then let me forget.  I'm not as sick as I once was.  And I don't need the support of a God that stands propped up as the bigots' scarecrow.