How Dare You?!

Who am I talking to? Any one of you haters out there who are in favor of banning gay marriage! Yes, I'm a Christian and yes I am saying stop hating on homosexuals. I can't believe the ignorant crap that has been coming out of your mouths. One man called up to the Michael Baisden show the other day and said that "gays are abnormal." Let's just assume this caller was black. Well Mr. Caller, how dare you?! A couple of hundred years ago, you wouldn't even have been considered a whole person and you have the nerve to call someone abnormal. The hatred toward homosexuals in this country is quasi modern day slavery. Why is it that this country is not satisfied unless it is oppressing somebody? You may not agree with their lifestyle, but so what?! What gives you the right to tell them how to live their lives? How will their marriages affect your life and your walk with Jesus? It won't, unless you choose to make it your business--which it is not! "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone." Believing that homosexuality is a sin is one thing, but condemning others as if you are holier than though and without sin is another. No sin is greater than another. How dare you fake Christians (as Charles Barkley calls you) be so judgemental when God requires you to share love with everyone. If the homosexual who you are judging next door is not going to make it into the kingdom of heaven, neither are you. Yeah, I said it. Now what?

You may remember my post Senior Security about taking my 86 year old grandmother, Nanny, to vote early in Georgia. Here's a video of my other 86 year old grandmother, Grandma, casting her vote in Washington, DC on election day. My dad was much braver than me, so he took pictures the whole time. Enjoy!

November is American Indian Heritage Month

It truly amazes me that in this overly politically correct country that we (the country) continue to devalue, dehumanize, and objectify the people who first inhabited the place. I long for the day when there are no more teams bearing mascot names such as Redskins, Indians, Chiefs, or Seminoles. Mascots are typically animals or things, not people! How is this still acceptable in our country? What would happen if a team decided to make their mascot the Caucasian, the Negro, the Homosexual, the Jew, the Italian, or the Republican? We would be outraged. The media would be all over it, and the owner of the team would probably never see another day in sports. So why is it that we do not have the same amount of respect for Native Americans in our country as we do for other groups of people? What are your thoughts?

Foodie Friday: The Cookie Campaign #2

I know this is late, but I've been traveling. Better late than never though. You may remember my Foodie Friday post from a couple of weeks ago when I discussed the not-so-political Cookie Campaign. Here is the conversation that took place between our Aunt Shelly and my niece Kennedy revealing the results of the campaign:

Aunt Shelly: So Kennedy, how did the cookie campaign go?

Kennedy: Not so good. Everyone wanted chocolate chip. I really wanted the sugar cookie. I made the decision to vote for Barack Obama, but I still like sugar cookies.

Aunt Shelly: It's okay to vote for Barack Obama and still like the sugar cookie.

Kennedy: Okay.

I am still amazed out how much this Cookie Campaign parallels this year's election.  I absolutely love the way Aunt Shelly responded to Kennedy's predicament.  It's a message that needs to definitely be shared with all of the republicans, especially those who were torn about voting democrat in this election.  

Our minds are now at ease because we now realize that we may have been looking a little too deep into the racial implications behind the cookie campaign. We now understand that it was really all about the cookie for Kennedy. Yes, she made connections between the candidates and the cookies, but her original choice to vote for John McCain was all about the cookie.  She really was voting based on the "content" of the cookie.  She later changed her vote to Barack Obama because she felt like she was the only one voting for McCain--something that many voters may have done for either candidate once they were alone in the voting booth.  

I almost felt sorry for the little republican, but I was definitely pleased with her decision to jump parties.  Another indication that it was all about the cookie is that whenever she sees Barack Obama she gets excited. However, she only showed enthusiasm for John McCain when the sugar cookie was directly involved.  I think she has at least earned a sugar cookie in her struggle to choose the right candidate, so now that I'm back home, I think I'll buy her one.

Wordless Wednesday: And the winner is...