Monthly Archives: August 2010

Jesus for Comptroller General 2012

Granted, it’s the journalist’s job to find the craziest-but-still-believable quote and run it in the story, but this quote from a NYTimes article represents a line of thinking that seems to pop up frequently of late:

Becky Benson, 56, traveled from Orlando, Florida, because, she said, “we believe in Jesus Christ,” and Jesus, she said, would not have agreed with the economic stimulus package, bank bailouts and welfare.

Which religion is it that teaches people that the all-powerful God of the universe has a strong opinion about U.S. fiscal policy? To the extent that Jesus spoke of money, it was to disabuse his followers of the notion that money is at all important.

Render unto Obama what is Obama’s, and if you don’t like it, try to get more votes together next time around. But how about we let Jesus worry about more important things than the tax rate, shall we?

[Thanks to Jim for the link, and for the line "What ever happened to 'Blessed be the poor'…. I guess I was too busy to notice that there was a rewrite."]

P.S. — One more thought on that article: It seems Glenn Beck is now a victim of The Al Sharpton Paradox. His stature is tied to the preservation of the problems that he is purportedly trying to solve.

Living the bachelor life

Corinne’s on her annual “sabbatical” or whatever you want to call it; one of the joys of being a stay-at-home-mom is that she can decamp to rural Idaho for weeks at a time to play golf and ride horses and let Bumblebee discover new things, like grass and carpet. We’re well into week three and I think Corinne’s finally starting to think about buying a return ticket.

The timing of her trip couldn’t be better, though. I’ve been working nights and weekends–and by that I mean EVERY night and EVERY weekend–for the past three weeks on a work project that’s finally wrapping up.

It’s kind of a fun experience when Corinne’s out of town to discover what kind of adult I am on my own. Can I keep the apartment clean, keep the cat fed, get enough sleep, buy vegetables at the grocery story, and act like a responsible adult?

That’s been easy so far, because I’ve been at the office almost every waking moment. But know that I’m returning to normal working hours (and no more catered meals), it’s time for the real test…let’s see how long I can go without lapsing into a complete state of arrested development.

When I start blogging about my Madden scores, you’ll know I’ve fallen off the wagon.