Hallowed be thy name.
So I prayed today while I was voting. Nothing wrong with that, I figured. God a) hates the wicked, b) loves the justice, and c) isn't crazy. So if he had answers or help he could offer, I want to be all in that shit.
So I prayed for the end of racism and women earning on average less than 70% of what men earn and voted NO on proposal 2.
I prayed for stem cells and that something good could come from baby killin', and I prayed for my love of life sciences and the investment in kids like me and voted for Granholm.
I prayed for mourning doves, thinking of the chewy, thin meat that wouldn't come from them and the dove explosion that would happen upon hitting them with pellets. (From an editorial in the Michigan Daily, (and I paraphrase), small, fast moving birds are hard to get a good shot at and would increase the risk of injury among hunters--just ask Dick Cheney.)
I prayed for parks. A few of my tax dollars plus a few of your tax dollars to give me and my sweet boyfriend someplace to barbeque during the summer is totally worth it.
The rest was kind of a crapshoot. Sorry democracy, I failed you there.
The prayer made it more emotional and got me involved. Not that I'm staking any beliefs in whether anything goes the way I voted or not. But my satisfaction has shown me this:
God wants you to get out and vote, assholes.
So I prayed for the end of racism and women earning on average less than 70% of what men earn and voted NO on proposal 2.
I prayed for stem cells and that something good could come from baby killin', and I prayed for my love of life sciences and the investment in kids like me and voted for Granholm.
I prayed for mourning doves, thinking of the chewy, thin meat that wouldn't come from them and the dove explosion that would happen upon hitting them with pellets. (From an editorial in the Michigan Daily, (and I paraphrase), small, fast moving birds are hard to get a good shot at and would increase the risk of injury among hunters--just ask Dick Cheney.)
I prayed for parks. A few of my tax dollars plus a few of your tax dollars to give me and my sweet boyfriend someplace to barbeque during the summer is totally worth it.
The rest was kind of a crapshoot. Sorry democracy, I failed you there.
The prayer made it more emotional and got me involved. Not that I'm staking any beliefs in whether anything goes the way I voted or not. But my satisfaction has shown me this:
God wants you to get out and vote, assholes.