Shrillological analysis...

[elfs]

The MP3 player is obviously on to something. Vision Thing pokes fun at Bush, Sr.'s famous fatuous phrase.

By now, you must have seen Bush's "victory salute" to the camera when he thought the video wasn't rolling. If not, well, it's exactly what you think it is.

But what scares me more is the revelation that the first thing Bush reads every morning is Oswald Chamber's "My Utmost for His Highest," a collection of 365 daily homilies. I read parts of it in high school, but didn't recall much of it until Robert Wright reminded me (NYT registration required) of its contents.

Beware when you want to 'confer with flesh and blood' or even your own thoughts, insights, or understandings - anything that is not based on your personal relationship with God. These are all things that compete with and hinder obedience to God.

Life without war is impossible in the natural or the supernatural realm.

And this sunday, God will remind George Bush:

God frequently has to knock the bottom out of your experience as his saint to get you in direct contact with himself.

On the one hand, we can only hope that that portends that his role in America's pulpit will come to a crashing halt November 2nd. On the other hand, it explains a lot: Bush never admits he's wrong because he simply cannot do wrong; no matter what happens, no matter how much evidence mounts against him and his objectives, it's all for the greater good.

Comments

[rapier.livejournal.com]

Stop it. You're scaring me.

[flying-pegasus.livejournal.com]

Life without war is impossible in the natural or the supernatural realm. You wrote.

I agree -

Bret Harte [1839 - 1902]

The Reveille

Hark! I hear the tramp of thousands, and of armed men the hum; Lo! a nation's hosts have gathered Round the quick alarming drum,- Saying 'Come, Freemen, Come!Ere your heritage be wasted,' said the quick alarming drum.

Let me of my heart take consel; War is not of life the sum; Who shall stay and reap the harvest- When the autumn days shall come?



Thus they answered,- hoping, fearing,Son in faith, and doubting some, Till a trumpet-voice proclaiming, Said , My Chosen people, Come!' Then the drum Lo! was Dumb. For the great heart of the nation , throbbing answered, 'Lord, we come!"

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To what you wrote reminded me of that Peom.

[rapier.livejournal.com]

I just read that whole poem here. Man, that gives me both the heebies AND jeebies.

Thank You

[flying-pegasus.livejournal.com]

I snipe it, for it wouldn't hold the whole peom from the book that has written.

Thank you for taking time in exploring the peom.

You should read his bio...What Office he got elected in, if you haven't.