Monday, March 31, 2014

Come Monday...Reverend Tyson and Cosmos

“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of (or commentary about) websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time.  Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.”  This is subject to change, however.  In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while.  For rants promote change, and change can be good—right?  Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).


At 8:00 PM (Central) you can embark upon a journey full of incredible wonders right from your own living room (or wherever you may have a television or an internet-connected devise).  For that is when a new episode of [Cosmos] is broadcast on FOX.

Be assured that it truly is a feast for the eye.  For it displays CGI technology at its very best—even when viewed on a smart phone small screen.  In fact, viewing the series at an IMAX theater might require a warning about the possibility of sensory overload.

I say all of this is in spite of the dialog from [Neil deGrasse Tyson], which I find rather tedious (at best).  For he often delights in chunking stones at creationists for their blind faith in primitive beliefs while speaking in terms of absolute truth about what scientific studies have not proven to be absolutely true…yet(?).

No, I am not here to chunk stones right back at the devout atheists in the scientific community.  For some of the things they make claims about may very well prove to be true before it is all over with, but those days appear to still be a long way off.

Alas, it is actually quite sad that Tyson’s chutzpah is so celebrated by so many in and out of the scientific community.  For he reminds me of [Jerry Farwell] and [Pat Robertson] when he does not hold back on the deadly radiation and killer meteorites in his sermons on the absolute truth to evolution.

Yes, Neil deGrasse Tyson is a televangelist of the worst sort.  For he claims that the [theory of evolution] is now a proven fact when no scientist has ever observed a fish evolving into a bird—let alone an amoeba swimming in a pool of primeval ooze eventually evolving into a human being.

Reverend Tyson is also full of balderdash when it comes to the universe in general.  For he never gives any indication of the absolute truth of the matter truly being that the distances given between celestial bodies (among a great number of other things) are mere speculation.

Granted, what he speaks of with such great confidence may be based upon some pretty good educated guesses, but they are still just guesses.  For the calculations are based upon assumptions, with thousands upon thousands of variables notwithstanding.

Hey, all I am looking for is for Reverend Tyson to be as ethical in his presentations as the author(s) of the Wikipedia article on the [Andromeda Galaxy].  For in the very first line, it is stated that the Andromeda Galaxy is APPROXIMATELY 2.5 million light-years away.  Whereas, I cannot recall Reverend Tyson making even the slightest bit of a hedge about anything he wants to believe is absolutely true.

What I consider to be a good example of the good reverend’s balderdash can be heard in the opening lines to the second Cosmos episode.  Now, he may have not written it, but he certainly delivers the declaration without any hesitation in his voice.

“We were born into a mystery.  One that has haunted us for at least as long as we have been human.  We awakened on this tiny world beneath a blanket of stars, like an abandoned baby left on a doorstep without a note to explain where we came from, who we are, how our universe came to be, and with no idea how to end our cosmic isolation.  We’ve had to figure it all out for ourselves.”

Of course, it can be argued that I am guilty of doing the same thing much of the time—perhaps even more outrageously.  For I have not been shy about claiming to receive my information from none other than the Lord God Almighty Himself, but I also frequently admit that I may very well be certifiably insane.

In any event, I highly recommend giving Cosmos your rapt attention.  You can watch earlier episodes on its [site], and if you fail to let out an audible ooh and awe within the first minute or so, seek medical attention immediately.  For there just might be something seriously wrong with you.


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Sunday, March 30, 2014

A Sunday Drive

Back during my childhood, our parents would often load up my brother and me after Sunday morning church services for a leisurely drive around where we lived.  Even though we were seeing mostly familiar sights, it was still good to see them, and this is why “A Sunday Drive” sounded about right for the name of a weekly series revisiting familiar sites that are well worth seeing again and again.  The link below the image is to the site itself, and the image is linked to the post it was first included in here.

 Link: [Assorted]






 















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Saturday, March 29, 2014

Saturday Morning Cartoons (+)

No, it is not that I am in the midst of experiencing a second or third childhood.  For it is arguable that I have never really grown up because of my march toward maturity being interrupted by some episodes of arrested development along the way.  So, instead of thinking that this series is meant as a wistful look back upon a simpler time, think of it as being a rather simplistic mind remaining in a moment for an extended period of time.  In any event, I hope you find it enjoyable.


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Friday, March 28, 2014

Sites To See

The SOLE purpose of this weekly series is to help call attention to sites that I think many would find most interesting—in one way or another.  Just to be clear, inclusion in this series is not necessarily meant as a recommendation, and I have included sites that are rather disturbing to me.  The link below each image is to the site itself, and each image is linked to the particular post from which it was taken when applicable.  Please, go see for yourself.  Oh, and as of August 10, 2012, I will be no longer including sites that have auto-play and word verification engaged.











 














 Link: [Dentaa]






 Link: [Final Girl]







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Thursday, March 27, 2014

ATF: Springsteenistic

This weekly series will include as many of my all-time favorite tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way that your musical tastes can be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions that you might dare to make.  I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.



Blinded by the Light
Manfred Mann
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light

Madman drummers
Bummers
Indians in the summer
With a teenage diplomat
In the dumps
With the mumps
As the adolescent pumps
His way into his hat
With a boulder
On my shoulder
Feelin' kinda older
I tripped
The merry-go-round
With this very unpleasin'
Sneezin'
And wheezin’
The calliope crashed to the ground

The calliope crashed to the ground

But she was

Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light

Some silicone sister
With a manager mister
Told me I got what it takes
She said
I'll turn you on sonny
To something strong
Play the song
With the funky break
And go-cart Mozart
Was checkin' out the weather chart
To see if it was safe outside
And little Early-Pearly
Came by in his curly-whirly
And asked me if I needed a ride

Asked me if I needed a ride

But she was

Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light

She got down
But she never got tired
She's gonna make it
Through the night
She's gonna make it
Through the night

Mama always told me
Not to look into the eye's of the sun
But mama
That's where the fun is

But she was

Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Madman drummers
Bummers
Revved up like a deuce
Indians in the summer
Another runner in the night
With a teenage diplomat
Blinded by the light
In the dumps
With the mumps
Revved up like deuce
As the adolescent pumps
Another runner in the night
His way into his hat
Blinded by the light
With a boulder
On my shoulder
Feelin' kinda older
Revved up like a deuce
I tripped
The merry-go-round
Another runner in the night
With this very unpleasin'
Blinded by the light
Sneezin'
Revved up like a deuce
And wheezin’
Another runner in the night
Blinded
Blinded by the light
Blinded
Revved up like a deuce
Blinded
Another runner in the night
Blinded
Blinded by the night
Blinded
Revved up like a deuce
Blinded
Another runner in the night
Blinded
Blinded in the night
Blinded
Revved up like a deuce
Blinded
Another runner in the night
Blinded
Revved up like a deuce
Blinded
Another runner in the night
Blinded
Blinded in the night
Blinded
Revved up like a deuce
Blinded
Another runner in the night
Blinded
Blinded in the night

She got down
But she never got tired
She's gonna make it
Through the night



Because the Night
Patti Smith
Take me now baby
Here as I am
Pull me close
Try and understand
Desire is hunger
Is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet
On which we feed

Come on now
Try and understand
The way I feel
When I’m in your hands
Take my hand
Come undercover
They can’t hurt you now
Can’t hurt you now
Can’t hurt you now

Because the night
Belongs to lovers
Because the night
Belongs to love
Because the night
Belongs to lovers
Because the night
Belongs to us

Have I doubt
When I’m alone
Love is a ring
The telephone
Love is an angel
Disguised as lust
Here in our bed
Until the morning comes

Come on now
Try and understand
The way I feel
Under your command
Take my hand
As the sun descends
They can’t touch you now
Can’t touch you now
Can’t touch you now

Because the night
Belongs to lovers
Because the night
Belongs to love
Because the night
Belongs to lovers
Because the night
Belongs to us

With love
We sleep
With doubt
The vicious circle
Turns
And burns
Without you
I cannot live
Forgive
The yearning
Burning
I believe
It’s time
Too real
To feel
So touch me now
Touch me now
Touch me now

Because the night
Belongs to lovers
Because the night
Belongs to love
Because the night
Belongs to lovers
Because the night
Belongs to us
Because tonight
There are two lovers
If we believe
In the night we trust
Because tonight
Belongs to lovers
Because the night
Belongs to love
Because the night
Belongs to lovers
Because the night
Belongs to us
If we believe
Belongs to lovers
If we believe
In the night we trust
Because the night
Belongs to lovers…

Lyrics From: [elyrics.net]

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Monday, March 24, 2014

Come Monday...Medals of Dishonor

“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of (or commentary about) websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time.  Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.”  This is subject to change, however.  In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while.  For rants promote change, and change can be good—right?  Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).


***WARNING***
Proceed with caution if you are looking for something to feel good about.  However, if you can take it to heart, much good could come out of what I have been given to say here.

Can you tell me if it is worse to be for slavery or to be fundamentally against certain people?  Would you tell me if you could?

Far too many Americans will not answer that question, nor even give the matter some serious thought.  For it would help lead them to conclude that the only thing really won in the waging of the [American Civil War] was the preservation of the Union.

Was that not brought back into focus in a presentation of 24 [Medals of Honor] by President Obama [last week]?  For those medals were awarded (21 posthumously) to veterans of World War II, Korea and Vietnam, who had been denied the great honor, with it merely being on account of their race for most (if not all) of them.

Yes, this is coming from someone, who was raised to believe that the American Civil War was primarily fought over state’s rights and economics—not the abolishment of the institution of slavery in this country.  Be assured that this did not come from my parents, but living in [Barry County, Missouri] for most of my childhood did leave quite an impression upon me.  For the heart of the Confederacy has never really stopped beating in the area.

Economics?  Despite it being largely overshadowed by the issue over slavery, the real reason for why so many southern states wanted to leave the Union was due to many of the more industrialized northern states voting in Congress to impose high tariffs upon agricultural products from the south (mostly cotton) to force them to sell their goods at a substantially lower price to northern businessmen than what European buyers were willing to pay while charging top-dollar for the products manufactured in their factories.

No, I am not trying to justify the drastic decision to leave the Union.  For the southern states should have stayed put and fought it out (not physically) on the floor of Congress, but I am wanting to point out that history is generally written by the victors, who would much rather be remembered for fighting against slavery than fighting for highly-profitable textiles.

Speaking of highly-profitable textiles, along with other factory-produced items, it has been mystery to me that the northern industrialists did not take advantage of having an enslaved work-force produce their goods.  After all, not having to pay wages to most of their workers would surely insure the preservation of some very high profit margins—would it not?

The matter is no longer a mystery to me.  For our Heavenly Father has personally revealed that the prevailing thought back then was that people of color (especially black people) were generally incapable of running (or even just being around) machinery, which made them basically worthless as factory workers.

Alas, even if you cannot accept that the Lord God Almighty would personally reveal anything to me, how can it be denied that far too many citizens in states north of the [Mason-Dixon Line] during the 1800s were fundamentally against black people?  After all, were they not generally kept from prospering and often driven from areas they wanted to settle in?

Moreover, how can it be denied that far too many American citizens in general are still fundamentally against anyone not like themselves?  For how was it possible for those 24 heroes to be denied receiving our highest military honor for so long if it was not mostly on account of them being unacceptable to [white-supremacists]?

No, our Heavenly Father did not assure me that much good would come from enough being willing to humble themselves before Him and repent of their prejudices.  For He has set this nation on a course to help bring the Antichrist to power and make living life in this world appear to be better than it ever has been for the first three and a half years of his reign.  On the other hand, this does not mean that we (as individuals) would do well to just go with the current flow and not do what we can to right as many wrongs as we are given an opportunity to in the meantime.

He did, however, quip that I must really like being largely ignored when not being despised.  For as if it is not enough that most of what I have had to say about spiritual matters is unacceptable (in one way or another) to almost everyone in the Christian community the world over, here I am publishing a rather unpatriotic piece in the eyes of far too many Americans!

If you don’t get the joke, I have been very forthcoming about everything I have to say actually coming from our Heavenly Father to begin with.  Okay, I am often allowed to mess up the message by adding my two cents worth, which is something I am eager to do far too often.

In all seriousness, I have been given a very rugged road to travel, but I do not expect to receive any medals of honor, come Judgment Day.  For my primary motivation has been a great fear of failing to do what I am called to do, which is utterly ridiculous.  For there really isn’t anything good about me, apart from the presence of our Heavenly Father in and around me.  Therefore, any good that I might do would be strictly by His hand—certainly not the result of my own efforts.

In all fairness, at least my attitude is consistent with the attitudes of most warriors when engaging an enemy on a field of battle.  In fact, very few have went to war with visions of personal glory dancing in their heads and lived to tell about it later on.

Back during Basic Training at Ft. Jackson, South Carolina in the summer of 1977, I was privileged to meet two recipients of the Army Medal of Honor, with both of them being quick to declare that they did not feel like a hero.  The one from the Vietnam War declined to give any details, but the one from the Korean War said that the only thing on his mind was pure terror over the likelihood of everyone in his unit being slaughtered by the thousands of North Korean and Chinese soldiers overrunning their position when he jumped behind a .50-caliber machine gun and pulled back on both triggers.  If I remember right, a fairly great many in his unit survived the attack while over 300 of the enemy lay dead less than 100 feet in front of him.  He also added that he does not remember a thing from just after he pulled back on those triggers until being cared for by a nurse in a [MASH unit], located several miles away.

Is this to say that he did not really deserve to receive the Medal of Honor?  NO!  For aside from helping to save many lives in his unit, it took an enormous amount of courage to admit to being afraid—especially during a time when men were expected to face great danger without any reservations.

By the way, does it bother you that our highest military honor is a medal in the shape of an upside down [pentagram]?  It does me.

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