Friday, December 30, 2011
The Rise of Ron Paul
Impending Doom
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Now in Russian!
Да, вы, наверное, слышали это. Вы, наверное, смеялся над его как глупо или нарциссическое.Теперь, давайте рассмотрим его. Я всегда говорил, что 95% людей глупы и мелкой. Да, это кажется невероятно высокомерны. Я прошу прощения за это. Это просто теория у меня сложилось после того, постоянно срывались из-за людей в нашем обществе. Честно говоря, у нас слишком много sheople в этом мире, кто предпочел бы быть мелкими и не думать сами за себя. Теперь, если кто-то большой (например, блестящую), 95% людей будут либо (1) все равно, или (2) не понимаю. Это имеет логический смысл. Тем не менее, еще одним вариантом является то, что человек быть неправильно понятым, потому что они сами глупее, чем глупые люди. Это лишний раз показывает, что если вы не поняли что вы не обязательно блестящими. НО, я бы так далеко, чтобы сказать, что он может быть твердым указанием вашего блеска. Короче говоря, я думаю, что это слово, в общем, не выдерживает критики. Я хотел бы подчеркнуть, что я не согласен с этим утверждением по тем же причинам, что г-н Эмерсон делает. Видите ли, Ol 'Ральф был трансцендентный оптимист. Это в значительной степени означает, что он был обожествления природы релятивистских с романтическими представлениями о человеке быть хорошим. Он считал, что вы могли бы сказать что-то верно и сегодня, а затем сказать нечто совершенно иное завтра и в то же противоречивые заявления быть правдой. Таким образом, релятивизм. Истина меняется. Таким образом, блестящие и великие люди, которые понимают это понятие не понимают, потому что они следуют постоянные приливы и отливы истины. Ясно, что это не библейский но это является причиной, Эмерсон сказал, что он сделал. Ни один здравомыслящий человек не может так жить. Таким образом, я не согласен с г-ном Эмерсоном из-философские основания своего требования, но я согласен с утверждением, из-за моей собственной совершенно иной причине.
Боже, благослови,
Стэнли
Постскриптум Не быть частью sheople. Все обдумать. Не следуйте тенденция просто потому что это тенденция. Рассмотрим другие. Просто потому, что что-то не сразу приятным не значит, что не стоит. Изучайте новые вещи. Иметь глубокие разговоры. Мир не о вас
To Be Great Is To Be Misunderstood
Monday, December 19, 2011
Hear Me, Karma! Oh. Wait.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Mass Murder? Nice Try.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Republican Presidential Race Analysis
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
A Brief Defense of the Indefensible
Saturday, December 3, 2011
AJSUFHNGYQIODKMCNDHGYU!
1Follow after charity, and desire spiritual gifts, but rather that ye may prophesy.
2For he that speaketh in an unknown tongue speaketh not unto men, but unto God: for no man understandeth him; howbeit in the spirit he speaketh mysteries.
3But he that prophesieth speaketh unto men to edification, and exhortation, and comfort.
4He that speaketh in an unknown tongue edifieth himself; but he that prophesieth edifieth the church.
5I would that ye all spake with tongues but rather that ye prophesied: for greater is he that prophesieth than he that speaketh with tongues, except he interpret, that the church may receive edifying.
6Now, brethren, if I come unto you speaking with tongues, what shall I profit you, except I shall speak to you either by revelation, or by knowledge, or by prophesying, or by doctrine?
7And even things without life giving sound, whether pipe or harp, except they give a distinction in the sounds, how shall it be known what is piped or harped?
8For if the trumpet give an uncertain sound, who shall prepare himself to the battle?
9So likewise ye, except ye utter by the tongue words easy to be understood, how shall it be known what is spoken? for ye shall speak into the air.
10There are, it may be, so many kinds of voices in the world, and none of them is without signification.
11Therefore if I know not the meaning of the voice, I shall be unto him that speaketh a barbarian, and he that speaketh shall be a barbarian unto me.
12Even so ye, forasmuch as ye are zealous of spiritual gifts, seek that ye may excel to the edifying of the church.
13Wherefore let him that speaketh in an unknown tongue pray that he may interpret.
14For if I pray in an unknown tongue, my spirit prayeth, but my understanding is unfruitful.
15What is it then? I will pray with the spirit, and I will pray with the understanding also: I will sing with the spirit, and I will sing with the understanding also.
16Else when thou shalt bless with the spirit, how shall he that occupieth the room of the unlearned say Amen at thy giving of thanks, seeing he understandeth not what thou sayest?
17For thou verily givest thanks well, but the other is not edified.
18I thank my God, I speak with tongues more than ye all:
19Yet in the church I had rather speak five words with my understanding, that by my voice I might teach others also, than ten thousand words in an unknown tongue.
20Brethren, be not children in understanding: howbeit in malice be ye children, but in understanding be men.
21In the law it is written, With men of other tongues and other lips will I speak unto this people; and yet for all that will they not hear me, saith the Lord.
22Wherefore tongues are for a sign, not to them that believe, but to them that believe not: but prophesying serveth not for them that believe not, but for them which believe.
23If therefore the whole church be come together into one place, and all speak with tongues, and there come in those that are unlearned, or unbelievers, will they not say that ye are mad?
24But if all prophesy, and there come in one that believeth not, or one unlearned, he is convinced of all, he is judged of all:
25And thus are the secrets of his heart made manifest; and so falling down on his face he will worship God, and report that God is in you of a truth.
26How is it then, brethren? when ye come together, every one of you hath a psalm, hath a doctrine, hath a tongue, hath a revelation, hath an interpretation. Let all things be done unto edifying.
27If any man speak in an unknown tongue, let it be by two, or at the most by three, and that by course; and let one interpret.
28But if there be no interpreter, let him keep silence in the church; and let him speak to himself, and to God.
29Let the prophets speak two or three, and let the other judge.
30If any thing be revealed to another that sitteth by, let the first hold his peace.
31For ye may all prophesy one by one, that all may learn, and all may be comforted.
32And the spirits of the prophets are subject to the prophets.
33For God is not the author of confusion, but of peace, as in all churches of the saints.
34Let your women keep silence in the churches: for it is not permitted unto them to speak; but they are commanded to be under obedience as also saith the law.
35And if they will learn any thing, let them ask their husbands at home: for it is a shame for women to speak in the church.
36What? came the word of God out from you? or came it unto you only?
37If any man think himself to be a prophet, or spiritual, let him acknowledge that the things that I write unto you are the commandments of the Lord.
38But if any man be ignorant, let him be ignorant.
39Wherefore, brethren, covet to prophesy, and forbid not to speak with tongues.
40Let all things be done decently and in order.
Let's look at this in context. What is Paul saying about tongues? He says that tongues are to be translated! If they are not translated, you are speaking into the air and it profits no one. The gibberish that passes for tongues now a days cannot be translated! If it could be and it was, then churches practicing speaking in tongues would be in accordance with this passage. Clearly, that is not happening. Now, if we view tongues as a foreign but real language. Then this passage begins to make sense. At Pentecost, tongues was mentioned. Yet, in that instance, those tongues were foreign languages. This is how tongues appears throughout the NT. It appears to me that tongues are not gibberish. (which even pagan religions practiced before Christians.) God is a God of communication and order. He does not sow chaos. Corinthians 14 provides a clear guide for how tongues are to be practiced, yet the church is not adhering to this passage. Regardless of whether cessationism is correct of not, the church is not following the guidelines that the Bible lays out to practice speaking in tongues. This needs to be corrected .
I will continue to read about cessationism. Many men I respect and look up to hold to this view. There must be something to it. I did find a fantastic article by Mark Snoeberger on this topic. It's well written and extremely helpful. Over the next week, I am going to re-read it and analyze it. I'll get back to you on it. As a side note, I recommend reading the article titled "Tongues - Are They for Today?" (http://ccggrockford.org/wp-content/uploads/Snoeberger%20-%20Tongues.pdf) and I also recommend Mr. Snoeberger's blog. (I'm putting it in my links.)
God Bless,
Stanley
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Kurt Vonnegut's 8 Rules of Short Story Writing
2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
4. Every sentence must do one of two things—reveal character or advance the action.
5. Start as close to the end as possible.
6. Be a Sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them—in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To hell with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages
Saturday, November 26, 2011
It's Too Late to Be Thinking...
Friday, November 25, 2011
Sculpt the Earth
Thursday, November 24, 2011
10 Questions Intelligent Christians Must Answer (Psst. I have answers!)
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Christopher Hitchens as the next St. Augustine? Only By God's Grace
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Part 2
Part 2
A sharp grinding noise fills the air as the massive wire gates open to permit my entrance into the main grounds of the compound. The tiny iron rhombi quiver as the fences drag across the ground. This noise carves its name into my brain. A tiny signature that remains permanently. Blink. I am normal. My car accelerates through the chasm between the two gates into the parking garage. Long rows of cars. Stretching out like a sea before me. One spot is open. Awash amidst a sea of steel, one open spot beckons me. I park in it.
353 steps. Yes. That is how many steps there are from the parking garage up to the main block of the sanitarium. The main offices are in the front. With finesse, I navigate their treacherous waters, making sure not to be ensnared by any friendly or talkative peers. I am politely greeted by the other employees, but their greetings are ignored. Barriers between us are being hastily formed within my mind and upon my face. Soon, they will learn. Instead, I quicken my pace and lengthen my stride. Another 278 steps. Then, I stop. I am face to face with a white door with a tiny window. This is the entrance to my wing. It is my charge. It is my kingdom. A blast of cold air hits my face as I enter a long hall. A vast, quiet, empty void. On all sides it is lined with cells occupied by slumbering lunatics. These are my citizens. Here in my white tile kingdom. Tile.
The silence that fills these halls is entirely deafening to my ears. This was unacceptable. With a slight twitch of the corner of the mouth, I proceeded to open my jaw and scream. A million invisible clones screamed back in my face. They took flight through every cell and wall in the entire block of cells. With pleasure, I see the eyes of my citizens opening their eyes wide. Their matted hair and horrific visages focus upon me as they join in the chorus. These beasts rattle their cages and wail as their lungs force their air through their throats. This cacophonic symphony is music unto my ears. No silence to scar my mine with its purity. Just the unending signature of chaos and suffering.
Then, with a royal stride, I survey my kingdom. Upon a close examination, my block contains a total of 17 inmates. My block contains 20 cells and yet houses only 17 men. This is a source of disappointment to me. I will be diligent to see that those other three cells be filled. Upon resuming my old place at the head of the hall, I addressed my kingdom. Only one man in the back babbled endlessly through my oration.
“My citizens!” booms my voice down the tile Kingdom. “Today a new dynasty has instituted itself into Block 6C. Your old master has been deposed and my masters have seen it fit to put you in my charge. My position of authority demands your respect. I will not tolerate disrespect. This block will be run with clockwork efficiency. Is this entirely clear? Of course it is. Today, I will meet with each one of you in The Room at the end of the hall. This will be a simple meet and greet. For now.” With these words, I stride at breakneck speed to the door at the end of the hall and slam it. Once the sound of the echo dies away, only faint babbling disturbs the pure silence.
God Bless,
Stanley
Monday, November 21, 2011
Lay Out a Fleece? Repeat Gideon's Mistake?
Thursday, November 17, 2011
The Incredible Account of My Employment in a Sanitarium
Part 1
Pure silence on white tile. Tile. Tile. A spotless white covers the walls. Upon it rests a mathematical grid of grout. The walls mirror the purity of the silence. Slowly, my eyes begin to trace the grout grid. Angles. Lines. Vertices. Then the faint whir of an air conditioner kicks in. The hypnotic hum lulls my drowsy mind. Until, I hear the pounding of the clock. My eyes race to locate the source. They fix upon a small white clock camouflaged amongst the tile. Tile. So much tile. Harder and harder it pounded. Blinded by billions of tiles and assaulted by the sound of ticking. Hammering harder into my skull, the tiny wall clock becomes a church bell and consumes my consciousness.
Then, the door clicks open. It’s a wonder that I heard the tiny noise over the roar of the ticking reverberating through my brain. That simple noise ripped me violently from my intense reverie. Silence again. Relief. Footsteps mar the silence and echo through the room as a man in a suit jackets enters. Only the sound of his footsteps dance off the walls as he seats himself opposite me. Our gazes meet. Immediately, he wavers and breaks the connection. He decides to shuffle papers in his hands instead. He nervously clears his throat before speaking.
“Mr…” (he squints at the paper in his hand. He needs glasses.) “…. um…. Mr. Forsythe? Charles Forsythe is it?” he finally manages to say.
I nod in approval. Not expecting this reaction, the woefully blind man again chooses to shuffle his papers. Up until this point, my brain cells had been priming themselves to cleverly meet the inquisition, but it was clear that this would be no interrogation. Indeed, it was hardly an interview. It seemed more like an awkward formality. You would not find a more qualified man for the job. The blind man spoke more awkward words and asked more vague questions to which I gave satisfactory answers. I will not suffer you the words this boorish man spoke to me. Suffice to say, he left the white room in a terrible hurry. Not unlike a bird freed from it’s cage.
Again, I sat and waited. With a thump, the air conditioner proceeded to shut itself off. Silence once again descended upon the tiny white room. Soon, my eyes began to ache from the intense glare of the tiles. Those tiles. I rub my eyes and close them for a moment. In the darkness, the door opens behind me. Opening one eye, I see another taller and more intelligent looking man enter. His business-like air prompts me to rise to meet his outstretched hand, which he shakes with an uncommon vigor.
“Mr. Forsythe, I want to congratulate you. We’ve decided to offer you the position. I hope you’ll accept it. We’d be lucky to have you, sir.” He was clearly flattering me, but I didn’t care. I had gotten the position. Upon accepting it, he respectfully escorted me to the gates and gave me instructions for my commencement.
Walking back to my apartment, I took a short reprieve on a park bench. There I smoked my pipe and absorbed the diversity of activity within the park. Finally, my mind’s vast scope narrowed to a point and considered what I would encounter in my new occupation. Many fanciful notions filled my head of men screaming, rambling, and mutilating themselves. Though this would indeed be present, I did not have the capacity to consider the incredible nature of those individuals which one does not believe to exist in such an environment.