Commander in Chief?

Eh-hem. I hate to be a party pooper as we celebrate our nations "accomplishment" of  supporting the first female presidential candidate for the democratic nominee. I could celebrate this gender victory were it not for the fact that I do not have amnesia....

September 11, 2012 keeps me aware of the requirement I need from my next commander in chief.
Loyalty.

Chris Stevens might hope we remember to elect a leader who unequivocally supports our men and women in uniform, selflessly defending our interests and ambassadors abroad. I hope we elect a patriot who doesn't respond with "what difference does it make?! How it happened! They're dead!" when questioned about 13 hours in a decision room bunker.

Who do you want on the other end of that 3 a.m. phone call? How about the American leader who mans up, sends the necessary air cover, which is eagerly standing by, ready to go, and minutes away; instead of turning a blind eye while shit hits the fan and a stellar propaganda film is produced in the streets of Benghazi. The commander in chief is accountable thus a "not me" response doesn't fly either.

I ain't sayin she's alone. I'm saying she needs to convince a Vet -- not a woman.

Tale of an American Christian

Religious manhandled indoctrination in America, along with a somewhat sinister and intentional dumbing down of cultural awareness of global suffering, leaves me feeling ignorant of how modern-day believers should approach and worship Jesus Christ. I'm equally curious as to the methods of said modern-day pharisees and saducees who have manipulated the message of salvation through faith.

Far be it from me to judge the churches. No way and no thank you. I can only judge my own attitude with regard to how utterly complacent and comfortable I feel when addressing the King of Kings and Lord of Lords...

Is this a bad thing? I don't think so, but it comes with a loss in the reverential sanctimony which at one time implied respect, admiration, dare I say....awe. Jesus has so saturated our culture, we scarcely recognize him as being anything more than an advertising logo. Look-- we love Jesus, shop here. I write because I care and I only notice how superficial it all seems to be. But! Just when I'm about to give up hope I remember the man himself. He preferred real people.