The Winds of Change

The winds of change certainly seem rather still, don’t they? Actually more like blowing in the other direction, or sucking in instead of blowing out.

When I see a headline about Obama ordering air strikes I just can’t help wonder—um hello— we’re still fighting all over this world in 2014? No one’s immune, no one’s better. Everyone’s doing it. I just have a little trouble thinking that humans are the most evolved species.

Shouldn’t we be done?

I am so naive, here’s my logic: what if you took all the brain power that’s being used strategizing, executing, and cleaning up after fighting and put it to a different use for, say, I don’t know, Scrabble? Of course there’s more important things like world peace, but I don’t want to suggest an entire one hundred and eighty degree shift overnight. Let’s start slow and just play Scrabble. It will use critical thinking and still involve something of a “battle.” After all, you can’t play Scrabble alone.

And then while all the world leaders are playing Scrabble, we grab up all the scientists that work on the technology of war and bring them over to another lab where they work on the growing global warming problem. It’s the magician in me—look at the left hand waving about while the right does the dirty work.

I guess that’s the other thing that’s too much in me—magic. The kid that loves Willy Wonka doesn’t understand why the world isn’t a nicer place yet. But the adult in me is a big fan of Wallace Wattle’s writing who says “the world is just as it should be, becoming greater.”

I just wonder when.

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Memorial Day

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There are days when being funny isn’t maybe the best choice. There is a lot to make fun of in government and leaders and war itself is an absurd notion that begs to be ridiculed, scorned and talked about until it doesn’t exist any longer.

But the people who have served deserve out respect, our admiration and our thanks. So thank you to those that put our freedom and their beliefs before their own lives.

And God said…

 

A short film about God.

Fade in:

EXT MISTS AND NOTHINGNESS

God: Hello.  Hello.  Is any one out there?

God snaps his fingers and there is light.

God: Ah, better. But still nothing.

Cut to:

EXT DAY TWO

God: Need some color. Blues good, I like blue.

God waves his hand and creates the sky and sea.

God: Good I could use a swim. and some color.

God jumps in the ocean.

God: Ok, where do I lie down?

And God creates land.

Cut to:

EXT DAY THREE

God: Man I gotta get out of the sun.

Cut to:

EXT DAY FOUR

God creates the stars, moons and Happy Hour.

God: Man I need some action.

Cut to:

EXT DAY FIVE

God created every living creature of the seas and every winged bird, blessing them to multiply and fill the waters and the sky with life.

God: Now that’s what I’m talking about. Hey guys, guys, guys! Oh right they can’t talk or let me pet them.

Cut to:

EXT DAY SIX

God created the animals to fill the earth. On day six, God also created man and woman  in his own image to commune with him. He blessed them and gave them every creature and the whole earth to rule over, care for, and cultivate.

Cut to:

EXT DAY SEVEN

God is reclining in a lounge chair.

God: Who da man?

Cut to:

INT HEAVEN GOD’S OFFICE

God sits in a large office chair surveying a dozen monitors. On one three punk girls are being jailed for protesting. On another trouble in the Middle East is being broadcast while two more play violence in Korea and Africa. The other eight show rhetoric of the United States Presidential race.

God puts his head between his hands.

God: Oh crap why didn’t I stop on Thursday.