Sunday, August 8, 2010

Beneath the Red Tape...

Even before admitting to myself that I like boy parts better than I like girl parts, I wondered what was the big deal about gay marriage. None of the arguments seemed at all valid, at least in the current concepts of the words being used. I kept thinking it had more to do with the answers adults give kids when they don't want them to do something but have no good reason to deny it...."because I told you". Oh, well..... I'm not a kid!
Prop 8, Minority Rights, & American Democracy - By Dr. Marty Klein
Democracy does not mean three wolves and lamb voting on what’s for dinner. And that’s why yesterday’s federal court ruling overturning California’s Proposition 8 is good news for all Americans. Prop 8 did something that should never be done—it put the question of a minority group’s rights up for a vote. America’s courts have two functions, one them absolutely unique. Of course, our courts try cases of wrongdoing—someone’s accused of breaking the law, they have their day in court, they’re found innocent or guilty. In addition, however, our courts try a special kind of case—they judge whether a law itself violates the law. Sometimes the government creates this law on its own, through Congress, a state legislature, a city council, etc.. Sometimes, as in California, people vote for a law directly through a referendum—via propositions. It’s one of these laws-that-people-voted-for that Judge Walker found illegal—i.e., unconstitutional. He found that Prop 8 is a law that separates Californians into two groups, giving a certain right to one while denying it to the other. And he couldn’t find any logical, evidence-based facts to justify the discrimination that Prop 8’s law demands. So he had to overturn the law that people had voted for—because they voted for a law that is illegal. Voters aren’t constitutional lawyers, so they can’t be expected to understand that sometimes they vote to create a law that is illegal. But that’s what happened in California. And Judge Walker reminded everyone that a community can’t do that—not even if 99% of the voters want to. This is not “judicial activism,” it’s being a judge. Judge Walker was doing the job he was asked to do when appointed by President George H.W. Bush. Yes, the will of the majority—at least, as expressed in the 2008 election that passed Proposition 8—has been overruled. Because the majority got to vote on something they shouldn’t have been allowed to vote on—the rights of a minority. And because the majority voted to restrict the minority’s rights based, as they themselves put it, on tradition, morality, and the religious beliefs of the majority. And that’s exactly what the majority in America is not allowed to do. It’s right there in the 14th Amendment to the Constitution:“No State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any State deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws.” And since government is in the business of granting marriage licenses, and government is in the business of guaranteeing the rights that result from being married, anything that restricts a special group from the right to marry cannot be legal. Even if the majority votes to create such a restriction. Evidence of those good reasons? Judge Walker said there was none. Tradition, feelings of discomfort, and strongly-held religious beliefs are not, in 21st-century America, good enough reasons to deny a minority the civil rights enjoyed by the majority. Moments after the ruling, the American Family Association launched a vicious attack on America’s legal system. AFA said that because Judge Walker is gay, he cannot rule fairly on this case. If that’s true, judges who drink shouldn’t be judging drunk-driving cases; judges without children shouldn’t be judging cases involving school taxes or teacher behavior; judges who own guns shouldn’t judge cases involving the right to bear arms; and Catholic judges shouldn’t rule on abortion cases. Or is it that only Catholic judges should rule on abortion cases, and only judges who drink should rule on drunk-driving cases? This makes it impossible to have any judges at all. There are no judges without personal lives, there are no judges who have nothing in common with the cases they judge. AFA has done a wonderful job of exposing themselves for what they are—completely cynical about the American system of democracy. They have always demanded the kind of “democracy” in which the Bible of a small number of people rules everyone else. Until AFA deposes the American government and substitutes a theocracy, all Americans can breathe easier because of Judge Walker’s ruling—in which he said that fear and discomfort with homosexuality, and unscientific ideas about the brains of homosexuals, are not a sufficient reason to deny government benefits to a certain group of people. You don’t have to be a member of that certain group to appreciate that this ruling celebrates your country, and makes you safer in it.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Why are nudism sites being nuked?

What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful than the garment with which it is clothed? Michelangelo. People think God is against the very body He created….. Scottie. There is some sort of sickness in America. It goes deeper than the current day, deeper than the era. Somehow, we in America have come to find the human body offensive. Now, make no mistake, I do not look good naked. I’m well out of shape for my close-up on PlayGirl. I’ve enjoyed far too many Doritos and pizza, beer….dang, now I’m hungry. However, taking a body more in line with God’s vision than with Ben & Jerry’s, there are still people out there who find the human body offensive. Taking on the simple right to be sky-clad are this “class” of folks intent on being the moral authority above and beyond even God. Looking back to Genesis, we find our innocence lost and God asking Adam ‘who told you that you were naked’. Perhaps, more directly He was asking ‘who told you naked was bad?’. And yet, thumped into our heads for millenia that God created Man (inclusive term) in His image (and naked), and it was good, these folks still find the whole concept offensive. How absurd. Obscenity laws and complaints fall under the general heading of what is considered offensive to the community. Isn’t it interesting that what one community finds offensive, another would not. But that doesn’t matter, it is the ‘right’ of the offended to look but not see, to live in bliss but not think, to demand their justice and eat their offal with a smile. Most of the rest of the community shrug, not understanding the drama portrayed until, one day, damn if it ain’t a law now. A very good friend told me about being in Germany and seeing people at the beach nude and right next to them were folks clothed. Families, couples, whatever…it’s just skin. He said the running joke was that you could tell the Americans at such a beach by the way they stared about in wide-eyed wonder, lust, ???, while being sure to lay on their stomach. Surely they have seen skin before? In this fine little America we find ourselves so separated from the concept of seeing another’s “privates” that when the time comes for kids to change their clothes in the locker-rooms they are terrified. “Someone will see my peepee”. And? Why should this be a problem? Why in the world should kids grow up thinking that they have hidden the most embarrassing, different, shocking or unusual piece of equipment that will surely provoke laughter, outrage, scandal, or riot? And why in the hell has the mere showing of that little nub of skin become so outlandish and offensive to the common mind? Well, if you can’t tell, I’m pissed. I’m pissed because now I’ve come to middle age and I’m bound by these stupid moral codes that have been so implanted into my brain. I want to be free, and I want to see people who are free, and yet I acknowledge that I am a coward and scream from behind these bars. Hell, I’m half afraid of walking about my own house naked for fear someone will look into the window and be offended. What silliness is that? Well, I am no expert on the subject. I’d hoped to draw an expert’s insight, but ??? Please give your comments to this post. The laugh of the moment; I am so concerned right now that something will be considered offensive by these moral grandstanders that I googled "legal nudist image". This is one such that was given. So, you little dark-room snickering simps, got a problem with this pic? see google.

It seemed like a good idea at the time...

I find it healthy, if unavoidable, to laugh at myself now and again. Given the chance, I will do some very hillbilly, stupid, even wtf things. Sorry, I was shocked find out I wasn’t perfect, too. Ok, example….don’t tell anyone this: I got poison ivy on my arms fairly bad this year. I get it every year; I’m highly allergic/susceptible. My mother, bless her soul, told me that duct tape would get it off. Yep - I tried it. She thought that was the funniest thing ever. Well, I was sort of pissed because it hurts like hell, but realized that tricked once, shame on me …. You know what, it works after the 5th or 6th time. Well, if I can laugh at some of the funny stuff I do, I can laugh at some of the funny stuff other people do, too. Right? So comes my new section of the blog called “It seemed like a good idea at the time”. The following are pics of people who took their pets with them to family picture day. "Fail".

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Thank you, all....

Just a quick note of thanks to all of you who stop by and see me, and a special thank you to you who have joined in and follow along. I invite you to comment or use the email. -randy.

Saturday, July 31, 2010

What is love; part 2.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. - 1 Corinthians 13:5-7

Have you ever had one of those friends whith whom you felt so comfortable you trusted with just about any confidence? You didn't feel like your 'dirty laundry' would soon be put out for all the world, but would be cherished as a part of you entrusted into the care of someone special. This person gloried in your successes, loved you through your failures, encouraged you to strive for more and greater things in your life, and endured through your temper tantrums and other emotional disasters. This friend who would stand by you and weather any storm, holding you by the shoulder, the hand, or even the head. And, when the storm is over, when the tears take a time out, when you can finally catch your breath and look out into the world again to see the birds sing, watch the sun rise and allow a bit of light into that darkness, you turn to your friend and thank him - only to be told "bah! You'd do the same for me."

Here comes the million dollar question: Could you be such a friend?

Here's a better question: Wouldn't it be great to try?

A reader recently told me that he didn't like my previous post because he was alone and didn't have anyone to hold, to love, to experience all those life affirming quotes - and it made him sad to realize all that he was missing. I told that person that he was only missing things he chose to miss - due to fear. That, in fact, I was like him and felt very alone at times, very withdrawn, very concerned that life was speeding by like cars on the highway and I was too afraid to put my thumb out. Maybe show a bit of ankle - whatever is needed, eh? Maybe, in the best of time, in the best of circumstances and with all due effort, some of us are destined to live life alone. That makes us bachelor's, not hermits living in exile. We have neighbors, at whatever point of miles that definition requires......and in the age of email and blogging (smile) distance is no object. I have a friend in Germany, and I live here in the U.S. - is he my neighbor?

Well, I have a lot going on today. Ironic as it may be, I need to mow my neighbor's lawn.....she lost her husband some time ago to a sudden flu developed pneumonia. Her son lives and works a long way from here, so I am her "adopted son". She's a sweet lady and worth every moment.

I find that I have a few bad habits that I need to purge, a few - ha! Yeah, a few. They are habits that helped me deal with my world and my view of myself in the world. They are comfortable, like an old pair of stinky shoes - and just like the shoes, need to be thrown out. But, all of you who have had such a pair of shoes know, easier said than done. My hope, my real hope, is that I will some day have the courage to be the friend I know I should be. Maybe when that day comes I will no longer be alone.....or better yet, maybe it won't matter if I am because I will no longer be lonely.