The Roach You Will Always Have With You

Way to go, OS. Quick reflex the victory won.

As I prepare to compare
The ROACH to what
ails us

I kill another mosquito.
That's two since last night,
a big moth before that, plus

Those small kitchen moths,
an all-summer haunt, daily smashed
(...sourced to cereal/seeds).

The knats in big numbers from
who knows what plunder, we just ignore
usually,

But none of this matters
like roaches in houses.
They're proof

Something vile lives here.

(It's OK with you? Can
Insects be doomed?
I've no patience with PETA bug lovers.)

 Every headline that lands
On my driveway
Concurs with the Bible's meanest assertion.

Mean, yes, but true.
Bertrand Russel can vouch.
Daily wickednesses proves human nature.

Fallen and need prone
It's not just the criminal.
All of us sin every minute.

Today's banner reads,
"Mom gets 5 years" cause she
Repeated a folly post-Eden

That's legal in 50 states
and 'round the world: She just
ended the life of her newborn.

WHY WHY do the Democrats
and glib GOP'ers
equivocate killing of life?

OK when it's in the womb,
A crime if not.
Insanity.

Roaches come calling.

Filling in all the cracks left by incompetent cabinet makers.

Ran out of duct tape, so Joannie N said
"use unwound Brillo" to keep out the pests.

Pencil tucks it between wood and wall.

What pencil will tuck in a national salve of Bright Brillo Cure
For cultural blindness?

Babies slaughtered legally
every day,
right down the street
or
right on our street
or
right in our homes.

What madness.

And Then Creation Fell

The six years when
I drowned within

The certainty
God hated me;

The six years when
I kept the sin

Hidden deep and outward in,
Impinged.

Not one win.

It's true you die when sin is hid.

I did.

But never once, no never, did

I justify it.

It owned me. I was it's slave;
Gerasene complete with cave.

Bulimia became my Schwinn;

My cycled anorexic twin,

As long as it stayed secret.

I could've said it's "who I am"
Because it was.

Had I surrendered to its way,
Had I sought others in its sway,

Willing it, to us, define,
Then scrawled a hundred angry signs,

Formed us rallies, demonstrated,
Labelled enemies who hate us.

Victim status.

Instead I begged. Upon my knees,
One thousand guilty anguished pleas.

Most took place beside commode,
Wondring why this God had shown

No mercy.

Plodded long, 'till came a day
Asked ONE to pray.

How dare I let my demon down!
"Out" myself to one so round?

But then, the gates of Heav'n opened.
Soft Word spoken:

"Hate your parents, you'll stay broken."

Repent of deeper wounds impressed?
Forgive the authors of my mess?

I'd do anything to earn
Good graces back to me returned.

So I admitted. Acquiesced.
Withheld resentment. God, impressed,

Hauled up the black immersing pest.

Bound my breaks, gave psychic rest.

I just confessed.

No one asked, but I told one.
Then Healing from the FatherSon
And HOLY SPIRIT,

ThreeInOne

Wrested evil;
Jesus won.

Creation Calls

http://youtu.be/-KEwhLvIQrk

What buoyed me last fall season
By watching time and time again.

I still sit rapt until it's through
Incapable of moving to

My things-to-do.

Someone's time used deftly,
Wisely. Blessing untold

Thousands.

911 - 101

= = = = = = = = = = = = =

Simple. Sensitive. Settled.

Battle to Deflect 911 oVERLoAD

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The Hero You've Never Heard Of

Posted by Jim_Daly on Sep 8, 2011 9:24:33 AM

Over the course of the last ten years, in the shadow of the White House, Richard Retta has quietly saved over 350 lives.

But he's not a doctor, fireman, paramedic or a policeman.

The 79-year-old grandfather is a sidewalk counselor outside a Planned Parenthood clinic in Washington D.C.

Mr. Retta's approach is understated and gentle, but direct. As a woman approaches the entrance, he walks within earshot of her, politely striking up a conversation. In those few fleeting seconds he tries to convince her to spare her baby’s life, and, in doing so, save herself from years of grief and torment. 

He fails far more than he succeeds, and each loss strikes him hard. But when you consider the number of children he's saved, and add it to the 1,300-plus other babies his pro-life colleagues have rescued at the clinic in Washington, their ministry has irrefutably helped change the world, and in no small way.

If you ask me, Richard Retta is a modern-day hero, but according to the Department of Justice, he's a suspected criminal, having allegedly violated the Freedom of Access to Clinic Entrances (FACE) Act. Charged with intimidating a woman, walking too closely, and blocking her entrance, he stands to pay a $25,000 fine if convicted.

Mr. Retta denies the charges. It should be noted that FACE does not prohibit a counselor from walking next to somebody on a public sidewalk. As for the claim he blocked the woman's entry, insiders say the charge is "dubious" - especially when you consider that Richard Retta himself wrote the guidelines for his group's conduct outside clinics.

Item two on his list of “don’ts”: “DO NOT block the woman’s path.”

Particularly galling about the charges, however, is the apparent bias against pro-life advocates inside the Department of Justice. Writes the Heritage Foundation's Legal Fellow, Hans A. von Spakovsky:

Retta was not dressed in a black paramilitary uniform, he was not carrying a nightstick, and he was not yelling racial epithets or blocking the entrance to a polling place. Yet this is the same Justice Department that dismissed a voter-intimidation case against the New Black Panther party, whose members engaged in exactly that behavior. Somehow the behavior and speech of a 79-year-old sidewalk counselor violates federal law against intimidation, but the speech and behavior of the New Black Panthers in Philadelphia in 2008 was just fine…

He continued:

The circumstances of this case cast great doubt on the legitimacy of the DOJ complaint, which describes Retta as “among the most vocal and aggressive anti-abortion protestors [sic] outside of the Clinic.” Of course, even “vocal and aggressive” speech is protected by the First Amendment — or so the Justice Department claimed when it dismissed the New Black Panther case. Retta’s real problem appears to be political: He offers women an authentic choice, in a one-option zone.

I thank God for Richard Retta and all of those courageous men and women who have devoted their lives to saving the most innocent among us. Won't you please join me in praying for justice in this case? But also, let's pray for every woman who is, even this very day, walking on a lonely sidewalk towards an abortion clinic, preparing to end her child's life. May the Lord place a hero like Mr. Retta in her path, and may her ears and heart be open to choosing life.

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"Peace With God Means War"

So mad at Eve. Been in a summerlong funk, lusting for just one chance encounter with her in some dark Edenic alley.

By extension, AmZyg is distressed to admit: she is really peeved with God for standing alongside, watching Eve do the deed.

D1 calls me a controlling parent, so that must be where this peevedness comes from.  I demand of God my self same self righteous right to grab the woman's arm, twist it half off, and, short of breaking her will, at least get in her face and demand "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

I fantasize about it. I take sick pleasure in rehearsing the moment.

"HAVE YOU ANY IDEA WHAT ONE BITE WILL DO?"

"CAN YOU PICTURE MILLIONS OF CHILDREN, DEAD AND DYING? DO YOU WANT THAT ON YOUR CONSCIENCE?"

"CAN YOU PICTURE MILLIONS OF DEAD NAKED BODIES, GASSED AND PILED HIGH FOR CENTURY AFTER CENTURY BY MEGALOMANIAC DICTATORS FROM EVERY STINKIN' CORNER (cause maybe she thinks the earth is flat) OF THE EARTH ?"

"HOW MANY THOUSANDS OF SICK MOTHERS, DEAD OR DYING OF BLACK PLAGUE ARE YOU READY TO APOLOGISE TO?!!!"

Or, at the very least, if I were there to stop her because God was keeping out of it,

"HAS YOUR EVERYDAY FACE TIME WITH THE CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE TAUGHT YOU NOTHING????!!!!"

OK.

RATHER than determine that my own megalomaniac nature is showing, then shut up, go to my room, kneel down and confess this as sin, I will only admit that it looks bAD to get in Eve/God's face, demanding answers. Also admit that, yes, I skipped my prayer time this morning. Again. Getting the fall off to a bad start. Whhoosh.

If I want to know God's peace, I'll wage war against the background noise in my head that angrily hums doubting static everyday, flying off the handle at stubbed toes, thoughtless drivers, dirty dishes, 97 degree heat in my livingroom...

...and rest in humble satisfaction that His forgiveness for sin is enough, even without having to know answers to all the WHY's just yet.

I did find help on YouTube yesterday (see above). It overpowered the static for about 15 hours. It's genius.

WEED interrupted 

The weeds in my life will get the better of me if I don't suffer to get deep underground and pull out every last filament of root. Beneath the anger at God & PowerWoman, there's buried a lifetime of resentment toward somebody else. Better start probing.

"You cannot stop the birds from flying over your head, but you can stop them from nesting in your hair." - - Martin Luther, as heard on today's Philip DeCourcy broadcast