Friday, January 18, 2013
Lance Armstrong
Like all of us Lance Armstrong is a flawed human being. For a long time (as he has now admitted) he allowed his integrity to be compromised and then lied about.
He not only violated and dishonored the rules, values and standards that govern his profession, but more importantly, he failed to steadfastly adhere to the fundamental principle that defines what it means to be a moral creature. He allowed his wanton desires to interfere with the basic needs and interests of others.
Unlike many of us who have not yet been forced to face our flaws, Lance has, at last, begun the process of self-awareness, of confronting who he is and the consequences of his actions.
Personally, I wish him well.
Those of us who desire to judge him, to sanctimoniously throw stones, I humbly offer the following advice: Our day of reckoning may be just around the bend. Our condemnation of Lance, no matter how strident or vociferous, will never conceal our own transgressions from others or ourselves.
So, do unto Lance, as you would have him do unto you. Love, compassion and understanding are far healthier attributes to manifest than contempt, arrogance, anger, hostility or smug self-righteousness.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Friday, January 11, 2013
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
From The Daily Show with Jon Stewart
Scapegoat Hunter - Gun Control
Gun rights activists' paranoid fear of a possible dystopic future prevents America from addressing its actual dystopic present.
Monday, January 7, 2013
From HBO's Big Love: Daveigh Chase Sings The Happiest Girl
Ms Chase plays Rhonda Volmer an abused child from a Mormon polygamist cult in the HBO production. The following sequence is perhaps the most powerful in the entire series.
CHRISTMAS PAST AND PRESENT
by Jack Reeves (Dec. 1964)
I remember how Christmas used to be
Full of mystery and wonder
And the lighted tree.
With icicles, the star, angel hair and the fire
I was enraptured in a world transcending desire.
I'd sit all alone---
Just look and feel,
Never questioning the delight which no longer is real.
Now, if only I could go back again
And become the person I might have been.
To again be embraced by hope and joy,
To escape the imprisoned man
And be the little boy.
But I look at my life as I watch the fire burn
Knowing childhood days can never return.
Longingly I recall Christmas and the tree
And long for the person I'd hope to be.
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