Friday, November 28, 2008
I have homosexual friends. Not that many, one or two... and a few more that I have lost touch with. I have no problem with tolerance.
However, since I don't believe that the homosexual lifestyle is a very healthy one, either physically or psychologically, and that is independant of whether or not the rest of us are tolerant, I am not for promoting it.
What you do, in (or out) of your bed, and with whom is your business, not mine, not my children's. Keep it there. It is said, if something offends, then you have only to walk on by, or turn it off. This is the argument used by many who lobby, from homosexual activists to pro-life groups. If you don't want to see homosexual acts, you turn off the tv, you don't buy the books, you don't go to the bars... If you don't want to see photos of dead, aborted babies, you turn your head as you walk past the pro-life signs. Simple right?
Except when you put homosexuality into school. Are you telling me the kids will refuse to read the curriculum, ignore the messages, walk away? I may have homosexual friends, I may be "tolerant", (and tolerant is such a poor word for that, if I only "tolerate" something, or someone, it doesn't imply liking them much does it?) but I still believe that homosexuality is a disorder. Whether psychological or genetical, or both, that remains to be seen. I don't just tolerate my homosexual friends, I hurt for them. Even if they do not hurt themselves, even if they would scorn that hurt.
For me, promoting homsoexuality as a normal, alternative lifestyle is much the same as promoting schitzophrenia or bi-polar disorder as a completely normal lifestyle. Except that a homosexual is capable of functioning in society. To a point. The ones I know are perfectly capable people, the angry, violent ones that attack people who don't agree with them, (as in California these past weeks), I have my doubts about. Also the tendancy to want to become a freak show, and/or be really "in your face", I have a problem with that. If you want to dress weird at home, or in gay bars, that's your call, but even a hetero girl with a tendancy towards fetish shoes and outfits doesn't wear them to work. Not that all gays do. But I'm just saying, if you're out in public, in broad daylight, well, "when in Rome do as the romans do".
So you may not agree with me. That wouldn't be a surprise. It's politically incorrect to suggest that homosexuality is anything but normal. It's also politically incorrect to suggest that people can be cured of it, (even though some have been, and help exists for those who look for it - although not all cases have been successful) because that would imply that homosexuality is something one should be cured of.
You may not agree with me, you may even scorn me, call me ignorant or even call me homophobe, (which would be irrational, since I am neither afraid of homosexuals nor afraid of becoming one, and like I said, I've had homosexual friends, which means I actually liked the people), but it is my opinion, I have my reasons for believing that way and evidence to back it up, and last time I checked, I still had moral responsibility for bringing up my children the way I see fit. When the state starts interfering in how we bring up our children, by indoctrinating them on only one side of controversial matters well, that's an invitation for us to pull our kids right out of school. If at least they provided rational arguments from the other side, it wouldn't be so bad, isn't that the point of education, to teach kids to have an open mind? The public school system is becoming a tool for government to use to get to children and influence them away from their parents' beliefs. They're doing it with religion in Québec especially, and everywhere else too. They're doing it with abortion too. It is politically incorrect to be pro-life. Pro-life groups are being banned from universities, (so much for keeping an open mind in education), it is practically criminal to be pro-life. How ironic. Yeah, they bring up abortion in public schools too, and of course they talk about it as if there were no other point of view other than the pro-choice point of view.
Eventually, society as a whole will simply crumble, the way the Roman Empire did, and the Greek empire before it, and the Persian one before that... and the Egyptian one before it. Things will get so bad, that there simply won't be any way for them to get worse. Then perhaps people will start to realize that strong families, make strong people which makes strong countries.
Check this out:
The B.C. school curriculum from k to 12 has been revised to present a favourable portrayal of homosexuality and the homosexual life style.
This was the result of the B.C. government giving two homosexual activists a legal, binding agreement to oversee and critique the revision of the school curriculum. Can you imagine only two persons receiving such an agreement? And it was all done in secret. No parents group or other organization was allowed to participate. Efforts to include parents in the revision have been refused by the Liberal B.C. government.
Is this the “new democratic way” of governing?
Our organization is formed to oppose and resist this revision of the school curriculum.
Look us up on www.parents4democracyineducation.org
There is additional information on www.takebackourschools.org
Questions and requests for information are welcomed. Contact firstname.lastname@example.org
If the creative juices stirring in our houses are any sign, Christmas (and more imminently, Advent) is coming. I can't sit down anywhere and just DO anything, without one or more people sitting down beside me and wanting in on the project.
I really want my kids to be creative, honestly I do. But not when I am being creative! Because then I have to work around the child that insists apon sitting on my lap and "working" too. I have to fight for the scissors, I keep losing track of the glue, my paper selection dwindles rapidly and I start to get stressed out about people wrecking what I have done.
What I need is a proper art studio, with a high table/counter for me and a lower table for little hands to work at. No, wait, maybe a cage would be better? No no no, must.remember.to.let.them.be.creative.too.
Anyway, amid the mess of paper that accumulated in our office downstairs, the misplaced glue sticks, the battles for scissors, the jealously hording of my own private, personal, thou-shalt-not-touch-on-pain-of-death pens, there sprang forth the book I was working on as well as a number of other interesting, noteworthy creations. Such as this piece by Maryssa:
Besides all this creativity with paper, Maryssa and Gabriel both had to decorate mini christmas trees for their room after seeing me decorating wreaths that I want to donate for a silent auction at the school:
This is without mentioning the Christmas cards I have been designing and printing via vistaprint.ca and the desk calendars, and the wall calendar for my mother-in-law complete with pictures of the kids for each month, and the Christmas letters. And I still have some sewing to do!!
The tourtières are baked, and pumpkin pie too:
Next comes the flurry of baking cookies and making chocolates and other such things...
Have I ever mentioned I love this time of year?
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Here it is:
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Gosh people, if you don't know what you are talking about, then for goodness sakes, write about something else.
Oh right, it's politically correct to be theologically erronous. People would rather believe that Catholics have something to hide. (Roll eyes)
Pandita Ramabai was just five feet tall, with short black hair and small bones. Yet wherever she went the presence of this Brahman Indian woman—characterized by her grey-green eyes, shapely lips, and light complexion—seemed to cast a spell over all whom she met. She was adored as a goddess when she arrived in Calcutta at age 20. Years later, when she addressed the 2000 delegates of the National Social Congress in Bombay in 1889 (the first woman to do so), she took the assembly by storm.
As she was preparing to speak on two resolutions for gender reform, her audience took some time to settle down. She remained silent and still until you could have heard a pin drop and then began with the remarkable words: "It is not strange, my countrymen, that my voice is small, for you have never given a woman the chance to make her voice strong!" From that moment on, she carried her enraptured listeners in the palm of her hand, and the resolutions were passed by a huge majority.
Read more here : Jesus was her Guru
Friday, November 14, 2008
MADRID, November 13, 2008 (CNA) - The Spanish daily "La Razon" has published an article on the pro-life conversion of a former "champion of abortion." Stojan Adasevic, who performed 48,000 abortions, sometimes up to 35 per day, is now the most important pro-life leader in Serbia, after spending 26 years as the most renowned abortion doctor in the country.
In describing his conversion, Adasevic said he "dreamed about a beautiful field full of children and young people who were playing and laughing, from 4 to 24 years of age, but who ran away from him in fear. A man dressed in a black and white habit stared at him in silence. The dream was repeated each night and he would wake up in a cold sweat. One night he asked the man in black and white who he was. 'My name is Thomas Aquinas,' the man in his dream responded. Adasevic, educated in communist schools, had never heard of the Dominican genius saint. He didn't recognize the name."
"Why don't you ask me who these children are?" St. Thomas asked Adasevic in his dream. "They are the ones you killed with your abortions,” the Dominican saint told him.
"Adasevic awoke in amazement and decided not to perform any more abortions," the article stated.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
This year, Dominic got lucky, he had two pinatas. The first was the best one, and we shared it with our American cyberbuddies when we went apple-picking near Albany NY.
The second one was supposed to be a red soccer ball, but unfortunately turned out looking something more like a brain... some alien brain...
He did have fun running around with the broken pinata on his head afterwards, pretending to be Ironman.
Gabriel liked Dominic's first pinata so much, that he put forth his order, one just like it. I was a bit disappointed to be doing the same thing, so I asked him if he really wanted the same dinosaur or if he preferred a different one. To my relief, he said he wanted a triceratops instead.
Monday, November 03, 2008
Subject: Obama's Leaky Plumbing
Barack Obama discovers a leak under his sink, so he calls Joe the Plumber to come and fix it. Joe drives to Obama's house, which is located in a very nice neighborhood and where it's clear that all the residents make more than $250,000 per year. Joe arrives and takes his tools into the house. Joe is led to the room that contains the leaky pipe under a sink. Joe assesses the problem and tells Obama, who is standing near the door, that it's an easy repair that will take less than 10 minutes.
Obama asks Joe how much it will cost.
Joe immediately says, "$9,500."
"$9,500?" Obama asks, stunned. "But you said it's an easy repair!"
"Yes, but what I do is charge a lot more to my clients who make more than $250,000 per year so I can fix the plumbing of everybody who makes less than that for free," explains Joe. "It's always been my philosophy. As a matter of fact, I lobbied government to pass this philosophy as law, and it did pass earlier this year, so now all plumbers have to do business this way. It's known as 'Joe's Fair Plumbing Act of 2008.' Surprised you haven't heard of it, senator."
In spite of that, Obama tells Joe there's no way he's paying that much for a small plumbing repair, so Joe leaves.
Obama spends the next hour flipping through the phone book looking for another plumber, but he finds that all other plumbing businesses listed have gone out of business. Not wanting to pay Joe's price, Obama does nothing.
The leak under Obama's sink goes unrepaired for the next several days. A week later the leak is so bad that Obama has had to put a bucket under the sink. The bucket fills up quickly and has to be emptied every hour, and there's a risk that the room will flood, so Obama calls Joe and pleads with him to return.
Joe goes back to Obama's house, looks at the leaky pipe, and says "Let's see ? this will cost you about $21,000."
"A few days ago you told me it would cost $9,500!" Obama quickly fires back.
Joe explains the reason for the dramatic increase. "Well, because of the 'Joe's Fair Plumbing Act,' a lot of rich people are learning how to fix their own plumbing, so there are fewer of you paying for all the free plumbing I'm doing for the people who make less than $250,000. As a result, the rate I have to charge my wealthy paying customers rises every day. "Not only that, but for some reason the demand for plumbing work from the group of people who get it for free has skyrocketed, and there's a long waiting list of those who need repairs. This has put a lot of my fellow plumbers out of business, and they're not being replaced. Nobody is going into the plumbing business because they know they won't make any money. I'm hurting now too all thanks to greedy rich people like you who won't pay their fair share."
Obama tries to straighten out the plumber: "Of course you're hurting, Joe! Don't you get it? If all the rich people learn how to fix their own plumbing and you refuse to charge the poorer people for your services, you'll be broke, and then what will you do?"
Joe immediately replies, "Run for president, apparently."