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

From The Rachel Maddow Show

Rachel Response To Obama's Gun Control Press Conference 

 
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Monday, January 7, 2013

A Few Photos from the Smokies








The following photo was taken by Sylvia Hutton

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.