Subjective.
Happy Guy Fawkes Day.
- It's safe to say that there is a fascination with the criminal mind in America. Too many of our programs, movies, songs, and video games make to glorify each criminal as the greatest the world has ever known. Is this the release in a Christian world in which sin is absolved through fantasy? I think it's true when considering the exceptions. Christians will be quick to embrace the music of Johnny Cash, who sung about and appealed to outlaws, and even quicker to denounce rap music. They factor in that Johnny Cash was a devout Christian, and ignore the fact that so many rappers are just as present in church as anyone else on a Sunday. I suppose it's different in the case of violent video games. If there's criminal activity, anything against the status quo, it's evil. The Christian equivalent would be converting heathens or killing them in the name of the lord in the up-coming "Left Behind" video game series.
What's for tea, darling?
- I'm sick of mysteries. I'm sick of reading intentions rather than meanings. I'm sick of the shock in my mind about how shallow somebody can be when you thought you had something so completely wonderful. I'm tired of toying around with it. You think you're somebody special to somebody special, and they turn it down in favor of fantasy. Selfish as it may seem, please keep love in your prayers. I'd ask for you to pray for me, but that's overly selfish for an urge that will pass in two week's time.
- I've had enough.
- I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
[Bart returns home after a skateboarding accident in which the Reverend's daughter, Jessica, forced him into it.]
Marge: "Have you noticed any change in Bart?"
Homer: "New glasses?"
Marge: "No. . . He looks like something might be disturbing him."
Homer: "Probably misses his old glasses."
Marge: "I guess we could get more involved in Bart's activities but then I'd be afraid of smothering him."
Homer: "Yeah, and then we'd get the chair."
Marge: "That's not what I meant."
Homer: "It was, Marge, admit it."
- It's safe to say that there is a fascination with the criminal mind in America. Too many of our programs, movies, songs, and video games make to glorify each criminal as the greatest the world has ever known. Is this the release in a Christian world in which sin is absolved through fantasy? I think it's true when considering the exceptions. Christians will be quick to embrace the music of Johnny Cash, who sung about and appealed to outlaws, and even quicker to denounce rap music. They factor in that Johnny Cash was a devout Christian, and ignore the fact that so many rappers are just as present in church as anyone else on a Sunday. I suppose it's different in the case of violent video games. If there's criminal activity, anything against the status quo, it's evil. The Christian equivalent would be converting heathens or killing them in the name of the lord in the up-coming "Left Behind" video game series.
What's for tea, darling?
- I'm sick of mysteries. I'm sick of reading intentions rather than meanings. I'm sick of the shock in my mind about how shallow somebody can be when you thought you had something so completely wonderful. I'm tired of toying around with it. You think you're somebody special to somebody special, and they turn it down in favor of fantasy. Selfish as it may seem, please keep love in your prayers. I'd ask for you to pray for me, but that's overly selfish for an urge that will pass in two week's time.
- I've had enough.
- I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
[Bart returns home after a skateboarding accident in which the Reverend's daughter, Jessica, forced him into it.]
Marge: "Have you noticed any change in Bart?"
Homer: "New glasses?"
Marge: "No. . . He looks like something might be disturbing him."
Homer: "Probably misses his old glasses."
Marge: "I guess we could get more involved in Bart's activities but then I'd be afraid of smothering him."
Homer: "Yeah, and then we'd get the chair."
Marge: "That's not what I meant."
Homer: "It was, Marge, admit it."