I found my motto!

Okay, so I've been shocking even myself with how much I've been blogging lately. Maybe I'm expanding my communication skills. Or maybe I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Since my verge keeps getting swung past my rim absolutely, who could tell one way or the other?

Anyway, all of that to say that I heard my motto on TV today. It was so profoundly me, I scrambled for pen and paper in order to write it down while I still remembered it. The irony is that I never watch the show I'm quoting. Had I not been here in range of Armed Forces Network broadcasting, I might never have heard this. You can't tell me there's any such thing as coincidence. ;o)

So here it is:

Ray: You know that little part of your brain that doesn't think things all the way through before you say something?
Robert: That's not the little part of *your* brain.

~Everybody Loves Raymond

Friends and neighborinos, is that me or what??!?!??!?!?!!!!????!

*big grin*

once more, cheese badly goes

I thought that I struck something in mine blog to amuse myself just. I did not know how about that what to write, I decided to join to the request from Weakly and some things by this big translator in http: // www.online-translator.com/ to lead.

Apparently, nobody’s blogging a lot recently, like I note that mine has begun blog to suffer from this discomfort about which have already complained Weakly and Amy; since, the lack of remarks. Or commentors. Or annotators. Or such a thing. However, I have not come to the point completely to offer the kind of the bribe which Amy on hers blog offered whose challenge I submitted myself shamelessly. (Just so know, I write only like this to impress the on-line translator.) And why do I not offer a bribe in the way, did Amy act? Because I am decayed. They want that I write a post, that would require me to *think* really??? ;o)

I am in the house of my parents at this moment. Like normal people my parents observe and read the news. And because I am here, I also observe it. And this reminds me, why I do not observe in general the news. I bend often to too much cynicism anyhow, and I suppose the whole negative stuff in the news - and that on television generally! - would serve only to make my opinion worse.

Me reminds that I have one more positive list to write, to make up for the list of negatives in December. Maybe morning. ;o)


Translation into something we can all comprehend:

I thought I’d post something in my blog just to amuse myself. I didn’t know what to write about, so I decided to accede to Matt’s request and run a few things through that great translator at http://www.online-translator.com/.

Apparently, no one’s been blogging much lately, as I notice that my blog has begun suffering from that ailment of which Matt and Amy have already complained; namely, the lack of comments. Or commentors. Or commentators. Or whatever. However, I haven’t quite gotten to the point of offering the sort of bribe that Amy offered on her blog, to the challenge of which I shamelessly subjected myself. (Just so you know, I’m only writing like this to impress the online translator.) And why do I not offer a bribe the way Amy did? Because I’m lazy. You want me to write a post that would actually require me to *think*??? ;o)

I’m at my parents’ house right now. Like normal humans, my parents watch and read the news. And since I’m here, I watch it, too. And this reminds me why I generally don’t watch the news. I often tend toward too much cynicism anyway, and I suspect that all the negative stuff in the news--and on TV in general!--would serve only to worsen my attitude.

Which reminds me that I still have a “positives” list to write, to make up for the list of “negatives” in December. Maybe tomorrow. ;o)

(P.S. Matt, I’m really sorry that the translator translated your name as “weakly.” I promise you the most veralid promise I know, I had nothing to do with the translation!)

Debunking Darwinism

I just found this fascinating quote in Lee Strobel’s latest book, The Case for a Creator. This is great stuff! I highly recommend this book to everyone. I'm only through the first three chapters, and I'm already wishing I'd had this info at my fingertips countless times in the past. It's one thing to know, as a Christian, that Darwinism makes no sense...but it's a completely different ball game to be able to explain to people WHY. This book provides the academic tools for the task.

Anyway, the quote:

“My conclusion is that the case for Darwinian evolution is bankrupt…The evidence for Darwinism is not only grossly inadequate, it’s systematically distorted. I’m convinced that sometime in the not-too-distant future—I don’t know, maybe twenty or thirty years from now—people will look back in amazement and say, ‘How could anyone have believed this?’ Darwinism is merely materialistic philosophy masquerading as science, and people are recognizing it for what it is.

“…I believe science is pointing strongly toward design. To me, as a scientist, the development of an embryo cries out, ‘Design!’ The Cambrian explosion—the sudden appearance of complex life, with no evidence for ancestors—is more consistent with design than evolution. Homology, in my opinion, is more compatible with design. The origin of life certainly cries out for a designer. None of these things make as much sense from a Darwinian perspective as they do from a design perspective.

"…(O)ne of the main functions of Darwinian theory is to try to make design unnecessary. …So showing that the arguments for evolution are weak certainly opens the door to design.

“And then…when you analyze all of the most current affirmative evidence from cosmology, physics, astronomy, biology, and so forth—well, I think you’ll discover that the positive case for an intelligent designer becomes absolutely compelling.”

--Jonathan Wells, PHD, PHD
Senior Fellow with the Discovery Institute’s Center for Science and Culture, Seattle, WA
in Lee Strobel’s The Case for a Creator

Someday, our children will learn these things in schools. You know…TRUTH.

You're Not Wanted

Today, I ran across the following quote in Lee Strobel’s The Case for a Creator. Strobel writes about late evolutionary biologist George Gaylord Simpson, who said Darwinism teaches that “man is the result of a purposeless and natural process that did not have him in mind” (Simpson, The Meaning of Evolution, Cambridge, Mass.: Harvard University Press, 1967, p. 345).

In conversations and discussions, people often ask me the rhetorical question of what is wrong with today’s society. They don’t expect me to give them an answer, of course—they’re only thinking out loud. But these questions plague them. Why are people so rude to each other? Why are people so impatient with each other? Why are people generally so angry? Why do school shootings happen? What ever happened to common courtesy?

Just two weeks ago in nearby Zwickau, a married father of two was on his way to a job interview. He was dressed properly, in a suit and tie, ready to live his role as a good citizen of society. On the morning before his afternoon interview, he stopped his car on the street, got out, grabbed a six-year-old girl walking by, shoved her into the trunk of his car, and drove away. A witness got the license plate number of his car and phoned the police. An hour-and-a-half later, the police arrested the man. During that hour-and-a-half, the man raped the six-year-old girl and slit her throat.

Well, if society tells him that he’s only a highly evolved animal, and the girl is only a highly evolved animal, then why shouldn’t he rape and kill her? Animals don’t treat each other with kindness and compassion. The stronger kill the weaker all the time. Why should humans behave any differently?

When I consider these things, I think it’s no wonder that there’s something fundamentally rotten about today’s society.

Then I consider the quote from Simpson. Over my admittedly short lifetime, I’ve had contact with several people who grew up knowing that their parents didn’t want them. These individuals knew that they were “accidents.” They knew that they didn’t come into this world by anyone’s plan. Some of them knew that their parents were actively trying to prevent their conception. Can you imagine being a child and hearing your parents tell you that they didn’t want you? The two people in the world who should want you the most…and they tell you that you weren’t part of their plans at all. When they envisioned the rest of their lives, you weren’t in the picture.

What does that knowledge do to a child? It creates a lack of self-worth. It creates anger. It creates hate. If the two people in the world who should love you the most don’t love you, then why in all the universe should you love yourself? Why shouldn’t you treat yourself with as much contempt and disregard as you can muster? Why shouldn’t you lash out with anger and violence against everyone around you? (By the way, to parents out there: Even if you never wanted your children, don’t ever tell them that. There’s little you could do to them that would be more psychologically abusive.)

After all, you were just an accident. Something horrible that was never meant to be, which draws the revolted stares of the morbidly curious.

Humankind has evolved into such a child. Darwinism informed us that we were categorically unplanned, undesigned, and unwanted. Simpson interprets Darwinism to say that unfeeling natural processes did not have us in mind. We were not part of a plan; we are not part of anything greater than ourselves. We are nothing but an accident that was never meant to be.

Is it any wonder, then, that our race has no self-worth? Is it any wonder that more and more frequently and intensively, our race lashes out against itself with anger and violence and hatred? If we believe that we are nothing more than accidental animals, why shouldn’t we treat each other with as much contempt and disregard as we can muster?

People ask the rhetorical “Why?”
I answer with a rhetorical “Why not?” If Darwinism is fact, then why not?

Thank God for God, that it is not so.

It burns me to ash...

One of my favorite verses that Marion recently reminded me of, and I want to share it here:

If I say, "I will not mention him, or speak any more in his name," there is in my heart as it were a burning fire shut up in my bones, and I am weary with holding it in, and I cannot.

~Jeremiah 20:9

More fun with the translator!

Okay, so I found a new toy. I promise, I won't break it by playing with it too much. ;o)

So anyway, if you run this:

Ignorance is bliss. Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. Cheese corrupts. Therefore, knowledge is cheese.

several times through that online translator I mentioned in my last post,
you get this:

The lack of the experience is a bliss. Knowledge is power. Runs down goes. Cheese badly goes. Therefore, knowledge is cheese.

Modern technology totally rocks my world!

(Modern technology completely swings my verge!)
(Modern technology dangles my edge absolutely!)
(Modern technology allows to my rim to hang absolutely!)

...What???

Dream #74

Also, ich dachte, ich würd euch meinen neusten Traum schildern, und zwar auf Deutsch. Die englische Übersetzung findet ihr unten. Ich habe meinen Text durch die Übersetzungs-Maschine (heißt das so?) http://www.online-translator.com/ geschickt, die Leenda gefunden hat. Ich denke, die Übersetzung wird euch was zum Lachen geben!

Traum #74
10. Mai 2005

Ich Lasse Mir Die Lippe Piercen

Vergangene Nacht hab ich geträumt, ich hätte mir die Lippe gepierced. Das Piercing war in der Mitte meiner Unterlippe. Es war ein kleiner, silberner Ring, mit dem ich immer mit der Zunge spielte. Ich habe Ed das Piercing gezeigt, und er fand es echt sexy. Dann bin ich plötzlich (immernoch im Traum!) aufgewacht und merkte, daß ich gar kein Piercing hatte. Aber meine Unterlippe kribbelte, as sollte dort irgendwas sein. Ich hab’s Ed erzählt, der dann meinte „Jetzt willst du dir wohl die Lippe piercen lassen, oder?“ Ich sagte ja, also gingen wir ins Piercing-Studio, und ich ließ mir die Unterlippe piercen—wieder in der Mitte, und wieder dieser kleine Silberring. Und ich hab wieder mit der Zunge damit gespielt, und Ed meinte, es wäre echt sexy. Dann war der Traum zuende.

Als ich wirklich aufgewacht bin, hat meine Lippe wieder so komisch gekribbelt, genau wie im Traum! Diesmal, als ich Ed davon erzählte, hat er nur amüsiert gen Himmel geschaut und gemeint, ein Ring in meiner Unterlippe wäre keine besonders gute Idee. Soviel zum Thema sexy Piercings!

Translation:

Thus, I thought, I would describe my newest dream, namely in German to you. You find English translation below. I have my text by the translation-machine (is called thus?) http://www.online-translator.com/ skillful, which has found Leenda. I think, the translation will give to you what to the laughter!

Dream #74
10th May, 2005-05-18

I Leaves Me The Lip Piercen

The last night I have dreamed, I would have to me the lip gepierced. The Piercing was in the middle of my lower lip. It was a small, silver ring with which I played always with the tongue. I have shown the Piercing to Ed, and he found it really sexy.

Then I am sudden (immernoch in the dream!) woken and noticed that I had no Piercing. But my lower lip prickled, should be as there something. I have told it to Ed, that meant then " Now you probably want to allow to the lip piercen, or? " I said yes, thus we went to the Piercing studio, and I let myself the lower lip piercen—again in the middle, and again this small silver ring. And I have played again with the tongue with it, and Ed meant, it would be really sexy. Then was the dream catches fire.

When I have really woken, my lip has prickled again so funnily, exactly how in the dream! This time when I told Ed about it, he has looked only amused heavenward and has meant, a ring in my lower lip would be no especially good idea. So much on the subject sexily Piercings!

more communication

FYI, friends and neighborinos, I have updated my blog with my latest witty responses to comments. So if you've left a comment since February, my response is now posted beneath it.

In other news, it seems some of my recent posts have irritated or outright angered some people. Well, that happens. I never promised you a rose garden. Not that I desire controversy, not that I want to come across as an angry, hostile person...but I won't apologize for truth, either.

I welcome all corrections from anyone and everyone. If God's word is the foundation of your opinions, then I'll post a retraction of whatever I've written that irks you. ;o)

Hugs and fried locusts to all!

Ripley

June 22, 2002 - April 15, 2005

Also known as:

Ripleycat, Ripley Anne, Brat Cat, Miss Priss, Miss Brat, Baby, Babycat, The Kitty, She, Ripplecat, Psycho Cat, Crazy Kitty, Queen of Sheba, Sweet-Kitty-Good-Kitty-Fine-Kitty, Kampfkatze, and Biting Cat.

As Ed put it, “She lived randomly, and she died randomly.” She was one of the weirdest friends I’ve ever had, but also one of the best.