Saturday, February 26, 2005

Progressive Politics

So must people who visit this site would identify themselves as progressive, liberal, moderate, old left....whatever. But my question today is what does this mean. What differentiates us from conservatives, not in idealogy but in behavior. Because if we are just another faction pushing our own agenda at the exprense of someone else's because we subjectivly say we are right, then if thats the case--I want nothing to do with it. Because here is the thing, as progressive's there are certain things we claim to adhere to. We claim to accept the opinion of everyone as valid and value academic discourse as a means to find the truth in an argument. We claim to care about those people who are the shit of the earth, and work towards thier empowerment. We value diversity and work to protect it. We see need to restrain humans in order to protect the enviroment. And these amoung others a good, but if we seek to do nothing but influence government to do these then we are wrong. Yes that is a step, but is how we are living reflecting these values. And if it is, then I think that sets us a great deal more different than conservatives. And yes finally I am proud to be a moderate liberal, after years of feeling ashamed of it because for some reason a Christian is supposed to be conservative, well thats bull crap. Its who I am, and it always has been. When I was young I was going around my nieghborhood knocking on doors and telling people to save to whales, well now I am doing the some thing, just using a different medium. So yes I am a bleeding heart liberal, fuck the rest (in the nicest way possible and only in love) and I am proud of it.

P.S. I apologize for my language, and for anything that may be offensive to a conservative reader, however I am excited and sometimes you gotta grasp your roots.

Saturday, February 19, 2005

College is more dangerous than Heroin

Now what is Bryan talking about here. College and Heroin on the same field of dangerousness. If that indeed is a word. Anyhow what I am talking about here is an important concept that I feel is crucial to ones academic carreer. If you go through college sucking up information, opinions, and ideas. It is indeed just as dangerous as heroin in altering your thought patterns. College should not be a time to assimulate knowledge into your self, but instead should be a time to do battle with it. When reading something, the first thing one should do is find out a bit about the author and what thier background is. This helps you understand the perspective the author may be conveying. Then while reading it dont, please dont take what is said at face value but please oh please think, yes think while reading. Wrestle with the concepts. In most of the reading I do I accept large portions of the material as truth or valuable, and discount other portions. So please shift through material and dont take academic work at face value, the very process of shifting is the core of becoming an academic.

Sorry if this all came out a bit confusing I was at a part till 7 this morning and a bit tired. Peace and I have another of more depth on the way.

Saturday, February 12, 2005

Once again...

I am broken, emptied like at attic.
Full of waste, i'm an consumed,
the king of holes, the sovereign addict.
Two times, my charms up ahead?
My lady, my dear,
my love, my friend.
No more, not anymore,
my hope is dead.
A simple desire,
turned gradual demise,
I thought it was my life for yours,
but it's your life taking mine.

Well well, here I am again. Returned to the same boat I escaped from a
year ago. It must be january. I hope this doesn't turn into an annual
happenstance. Hey, at least I'm growing up. Pain does indeed hurt, but
it doesn't kill, unless you let it. I've decided not to let it, and so
I've decided to turn my pain into passion. A very general word and
idea, I know - but also all inclusive. I'm writing a record, a book -
and pouring my heart out onto paper and prayers every day. If it was
only myself in this mess, I wouldn't make it. But, gladly there's
Something I can lean on. I can't trust myself, and I can't trust those
I deemed the closest to me and trustable. I can't trust to human love,
because it is faulty, it is selfish, it is fickle, it turns on a dime,
and it is not loyal. There is something bigger, purer, and more satisfying
that I can trust and surrender my
heart to, with perfect knowledge that I won't be forsaken. Don't get me
wrong, I hate the generalized word
"Christians" as much as everyone else does. I don't even call myself
one - I am simply a believer. I choose to believe, of my own
free will in Something Other. Not because I can't face reality, but
because I choose to. Not because of my faith, but despite it. Despite
my lack. Despite the fact that - as a human - it is impossible for me
to represent Christ on earth without tarnishing His Perfect Image. Yet
still I try, yet still I live. If it turns out I was wrong, at least i
lived for a Purpose, at least I lived with a Hope. If it turns out I
was right, there is unfathomable reward. It's a win-win. I know how
dark and desperate this world is: consumerism, money-grubbing
evangelists, greed, pride...I know our culture, our world has no hope
in and of itself. Our whole culture suffers from the ruining effect of
gradualism, and yet i buy into it.
That itself is a reason why i believe there's a God,
without hope there is nothing, and I won't choose to believe in a life
that consists of nothing. Sure, judge me - call me whatever you want; a
dreamer, someone who won't face the truth, tell me that I'm a weakling
that has to believe in something. I'll tell you that they're all true.
I am nothing, I have nothing good to offer, I am filthy with sin and
hypocrisy. At least I'm honest. But I believe in redemption. I believe
that truth overcomes. I believe that those few beautiful moments I see
of human compassion and forgiveness are worth all the murder, rape and
deceit I see, and point to a higher human destiny that we are called to, but
few venture in. I choose to love a God, I choose to be loved by God, I
choose to believe in a God, I choose to be redeemded by a God,
and I choose not to compromise my beliefs. I choose to
give myself completely over to the pursuit of my beliefs, and He in whom I believe.
This is passion, this is love. Despite the fact that my heart
is in thousands of shattered pieces, despite the fact that I am
abandoned and forgotten by those closest to me, despite the fact that I
am feeling overwhelming pain in an overwhelming situation, still I
cling. I cling to Hope, to Mercy, to Justice and Redemption, Love and
Forgiveness. I cling to the only thing I have left. There is nothing