The Sins Of The Nation And The Blood On Our Hands

How long?  How long will we look with blind eyes and deaf ears?  How long will the land of the free be haunted by the countless murdered souls that water the soil with their precious blood?  How long?

We live during a point in history where America and her people claim more tolerance in the name of self-expression than ever before.  Citizens are not only free to do as they please, they are encouraged to do as they please.  The American Dream is now being lived out through self-exaltation.  We are so focused on ourselves that we have become blind to the horrific sins of our Nation.  Despite all the pompous hurrahs and speeches promoting tolerance and freedom, we disrespect human life more now than ever before.

Thousands of innocent infants are murdered every year through abortion.  And no, this isn’t just about Planned Parenthood and the recent videos that have surfaced.  This has been going on for years! For years we have stood by and WATCHED while we allowed unnumbered babies to be slaughtered. And we will be judged for standing idly by.

The morality of abortion is NOT a scientific debate. It is NOT a scientific problem. It is a SIN problem.  Every abortion takes precious life and destroys it, and that is murder.  The life didn’t ask to be, but it was.  Innocent life is not ours to give or to take.  The right to life is an unalienable right, as the great Thomas Jefferson once wrote.  If we take that ideal away, what is America?

The Incan, Aztec and Carthaginian cultures were once all powerful nations.  They all practiced child sacrifice, and they were all in turn destroyed.  You say abortion isn’t a religious sacrifice? Oh but it is! Yes every baby killed by abortion is a sacrifice to our gods of selfishness and ease.  We may come up with many reasons to justify abortion but at the end of the day they’re all paper-thin excuses to make ourselves feel better about our own selfish acts.  America will be judged for its sins.

I hope some of you are nodding your heads in agreement.  But what have you done?  I believe that if you are a citizen of this nation you have a responsibility to stand up for the innocent and the weak who have no one else to protect them.  Do you pray?  Do you pray for the women who are contemplating having their child aborted?  Or do you turn a blind eye.  If you aren’t a law maker or person of influence maybe you can’t do much but you CANNOT remain silent.

I am ashamed that I have been silent for so long. Shame on me, and shame on you!  We cannot allow this injustice to go on.  It has gone on for far too long.  The lives lost, can never be recovered.  How many future doctors and teachers and lawyers and scientists and mechanics and farmers have been murdered?  How many sons and daughters?  How many friends?  How many future presidents, or great men and women?

At night I’m haunted by the tormented wails of the millions of lost children.  Can you hear them?  It’s the screams and the cries of sweet babies who never felt the warmth of sunshine or the loving touch of their mother.  They were babies.  And they were murdered.  I weep for them, and wonder how long?

How long will we sit in apathy behind a screen and keyboard while there is a president and plenty of politicians who support abortion clinics and “pro-choice?”  How long will we sweep it all under the rug with the other morality issues while we run in circles trying to stabilize economies and Iran?  How long America?  How long will we sit back and watch the unchecked slaughter of infant lives within our own borders?  How long will we ignore the helpless cries of the weak and unborn?  How long America?

The thought of a nation where the government demands that children be sacrificed in a ring as gladiatorial tributes is probably repulsive to you.  WAKE UP AMERICA! This is way worse than the Hunger Games because instead we have a nation where people can willingly sacrifice their children while the government allows it.  At least in the Hunger Games the children have a chance to live.  But this isn’t a game.  This isn’t fiction.  This is real.  And it will continue to be a reality until great men and women stand up and call for change.  How long America?


WordPress Meet and Greet – All Bloggers Welcome

This is a much easier way to find interesting blogs to follow. OM is always trying to help his fellow bloggers. Check out the comments in his post to find great blogs worth following.

HarsH ReaLiTy

Well this is the third post I have done like this so far and I have seen some great connections. I’ll keep doing these off and on and I think they provide a great way for “active bloggers” to network. This post now has over 1,000 active bloggers waiting to connect in it. I encourage anyone looking for new blogs to view or people to converse with to browse through the comment section and network.

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~ Today, I’ll Be Free ~

I found this to be a very refreshing piece of poetry. I’d describe it as uplifting and hopeful. Hope you enjoy, and by the way, you should follow O’Prunty.

The Works of A. L. O'Prunty

~ Today, I’ll Be Free ~

Today, I’ll be free
Toss these bags of garbage
In a pit of possibility

These barrels of tears
In a river of revival
Watch as they rush to the sea

Today, I’ll be free

Time, of no importance
Destination to chance
And I’ll romance the day
In a capricious, whimsical way:

“Never again to give so much of myself
That I loose my identity, my happiness,
My personal goals, my right to love and be loved
For the sake of others, who selfishly
Took of me, til my cup was empty”

No, today, I’ll be free
And the whole world lays before me
With the open arms of acceptance

Just watch me forget to remember
This straight jacket of responsibility
That nearly drained the life of me

No, today, I’ll be free – forever me!


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To my fellow Crusaders…

Here we are, two days from what will probably be considered a major milestone in all our lives. We’re graduating college. A lot of us will be really excited, others will be scared. A lot of folks will be happy and some graduates may be sad.

Just remember this; everything has its time and season. Despite what Jay-Z and Bob Dylan think or wish, we can’t stay forever young. People who spend time wishing they were younger or older are robbing themselves of all the opportunities that are just waiting to present themselves, if only we have our eyes open to see them.

So be brave, be ready and be watchful as you move forward in your life. There’s an adventure out there waiting for us! If you’ve ever read or seen The Lord of the Rings you surely remember the wise words of Bilbo Baggins when he told his nephew, “It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.”

Of course leaving your comfort zone is going to be dangerous but Frodo still had to take the ring to Mordor. You have a story too, and there’s no walking out on it folks. It’s graduation, and it’s time to move on.

The good news is we’ll be embarking on our great journey with a good education, a solid foundation and a McLane truckload of memories. I mean sure, there have been times where we complained about Crunet, but at the end of the day we realize that we have had the privilege of attending an exceptional university.

We also had the awesome opportunity to be a part of a major transformation or transfiguration of UMHB. There aren’t many classes of the Cru who are or will be able to say, “I remember Tiger Field and the day we ran through the rain and into Crusader Stadium for the first time,” or “I was there when the SUB was underground and when the ribbon was cut for the Bawcom Student Union Building.”

We’ve seen some things. Some Crusaders that go to school here now don’t know what Campus Run is, but we do. Some Crusaders will never know what Running Man is, but we do. Many Crusaders will never know what LiDarrelling is, but we do.

And sure it wasn’t all pretty. We suffered through our share of final exams, not finding parking spots and UMHB parody accounts on Twitter, but as the years pass by I believe we’ll be able to look back with a smile on our face as we say, “Hashtag, go cru.”

At the end of the day, it wasn’t really about the traditions and all that hoopla. It was about the lessons we learned and the friendships we made, sorry to go all Cory Matthews on y’all. But seriously, we forged friendships in late night studying or Whataburger runs, in intramurals, in bands that lasted for two weeks, in suffering through tough classes and I would be remiss if I didn’t mention during the countless battles fought side-by-side in the world of Xbox.

Armed with these memories and lessons (I promise we learned lessons, I just didn’t list them) we can march onward to more glorious battles, and more rewarding victories. We’ll find jobs and work. Maybe start a family. We’ll change jobs and come to class reunions and move across the state or out of the country, and our story will unfold before our eyes.

Then, 50 years from now when you sit down in your lazy boy recliner, and kick up your feet to enjoy the sunny graces of retirement, you’ll look up and see the pages of your life in pictures on the wall, and you’ll be able to say, “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race. I have kept the faith.”

The Economics of College Tuition

Welcome to your asbestos ridden apartment. Don’t puncture the walls or floors or anything lest you release the deadly chemicals that will fill the air and probably give you cancer. We hope you enjoy your last semester here at the university.

I was just about to sit down at my desk to write a letter to the president about this insufferable circumstance when I realized—no desk. I’m only a student, it’s not like I need a desk or anything. I had a desk in my old room 10-103. I had moved there from the dorms after my freshman year. Those were the good ole days. 

Seriously, what student doesn’t need a desk? To write on, to set your computer on, to pile tons of college kid stuff on. This desk is important. And necessary. When you pay a lot of money to go to school I reckon you just come to expect a desk in your apartment. And if you are going to college, chances are you ARE paying a lot of money.

Every year my tuition has gone up. The increase is usually somewhere between two and four percent. Mark Cuban can tell you how if you click here. So now, tuition is a good bit higher than it was when I was a freshman. But guess what? My scholarships have all stayed the same. No increase. Get this… the current inflation rate of the U.S. dollar is at 2%. Now that will fluctuate and change but generally inflation will have a positive percentage.

Why does this matter to you? Because businesses know this and you don’t. Suppose you work at a job where you make $50,000 per year. You do a good job and the company you work for is doing well. During your year of working at this company, the U.S. dollar experiences an inflation rate of two percent. If you don’t receive a two percent raise in salary at your job you will be making less money than you did the year before.

Now let’s apply this principal to college tuition. You are a college student and you receive a scholarship for $10,000, and your tuition for a semester is $15,000. After two semesters your tuition costs go up to $15,300. Now your $10,000 scholarship is worth less than it was at first.

So inflation causes the cost of running a college to increase which in turn means students have to pay higher tuition. It would just be nice if our scholarships increased as well. But then again, perhaps two percent isn’t really anything to worry about.

I would encourage freshman to take as many hours as they can early on because it ain’t going to get any cheaper. By the time you’re a senior, you will be ready to graduate because your scholarship isn’t worth as much anymore, if for no other reason.


A Wild West Standoff

You made it through #HumpDay ! Now read A Wild West Showdown to relax and laugh!

Plain and simple

It was a standoff. The dog stood on the couch, crouched and ready to attack. I stood balanced and braced for anything. Time stood still and I looked from Olive to Leah, back to Olive and then to Mr. and Mrs. Bunkers. No one moved and my fingers twitched while I cracked my knuckles. The theme song to The Good, the Bad and the Ugly was playing in my mind because I knew at any moment this could break into an all-out Wild West showdown.

After the spring semester I had decided it was time to make that monumental leap. I had to take one uncomfortable, awkward and far away from Texas step to visit my girlfriend’s home in Iowa. If you’ve ever been in a serious relationship then you know that the first prolonged visit to your girlfriend or boyfriend’s home is a BIG DEAL. Of course I was…

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