More Twisted

As much as I love the People Israel, I'm not a big fan of the modern Nation of Israel. How twisted is it, then, that GoogleAds has analyzed the words in my blogs and decided that an ad for the International Fellowship of Christians and Jews is appropriate for my site.

And it IS appropriate, of course. I'm just not a proponent of the "who will protect Jerusalem from the forces that would harm her" sort of propaganda that's fed in the ad. In my opinion (to which, I would remind my dissenting friends, I am entitled) -- in my opinion, the forces that would harm Jerusalem are there, busily trying to lay claim to her. The forces that would harm Jerusalem are the ones who advocate racial superiority through some twisted religious interpretation. The ones who would harm Jerusalem are the ones who continually instigate and incite people to tear down instead of building up the tenuous yet calm coexistence that blankets the Holy City.

I opened this post to write about something else twisted. I'm watching L&O SVU and heard them say that multiple impregnators should be criminalized and that getting a woman pregnant without her consent should be considered rape.

Which brings me to my January 17 post on Standards.

Which leads me to think how very twisted we really are.

Says Cassandra, who just ate two pieces of Ezekiel bread with Canadian bacon, mango butter and cinnamon even though I wasn't sleepy (but it was delicious!)

Have a very early training in the morning, followed by a new class called aqua insanity, with maybe a little strength and cardio thrown in first. Should be an interesting day.

I'm kinda falling asleep right now, but in my work life feel like I'm just waking up. The affable, pleasant lady is gone; the warrior with Standards who upholds those Standards and for whom falling short of those standards is not acceptable -- that's who I'm becoming. Of course, I probably need to become that way at home first. I feel like the people I work with are so in need of focus and direction that they would gladly be fatally distracted if they had any access to their Boss's personal life. Well, fatally distracted is a stretch. They';d be fatally bored, but, gossipmongers that they are, would find a way to become fatally distracted. I've seen folk lie to me, bat their eyes and assure me there's been a misunderstanding; I have reason to believe that some folk are actually stealing from my office. Maybe I can create a little surprise before I go....

Anyway. I'm fading and it's almost 11. God bless y'all. just don't let the haters get you all twisted. Haters hate. Winners WIN!! I'm a winner!!!!!! WE ARE CONQUERORS!


You know what's hard, though? What's hard is when you open up your PDA and forget why you opened it up, That's harder. But I'f found tht if I take a minute, things will be alright.

OK, the guitar and Jesus doll in the corner have turned into a hulking monster. Either I'm completely faded or it's past my bedtime. See ya later!