Sometimes a diagnosis can be
substantially and substantively
nothing more than a
for which you were charged
a significant co-pay.
Sometimes a diagnosis can be
substantially and substantively
nothing more than a
for which you were charged
a significant co-pay.
So we’re planning on heading down to Morro Bay sometime early this summer to visit our son and daughter-in-law and grandson and all their beautiful neighbors living in the ocean.
Trying to figure out the easiest way to get there.
An evangelical Christian friend of ours told us to take 99 down to Kettleman Lane / Hwy 12 in Lodi, head west till we get to Flag City, go south on I-5 about 160 miles or so till we reach Exit 309, then head west towards Paso Robles. In maybe half-a-mile we head …south on CA 41, pass through Atascadero till we reach Main Street in Morro Bay. Then we take a left on Harbor Street.
A Jewish friend says to follow 99 all the way down to 152 West, go through Los Banos to Gilroy, then head south on 101. Go through Salinas, and then when we get to Atascadero follow CA 41 to get to Morro Bay.
A Muslim friend says to take 99 to Peltier to 5 to Tracy, 205/580 through Livermore to Dublin, then 680 to 17, down through Santa Cruz, head over to US 1 and drive along the coast to Morro Bay.
All three sets of directions rely on some of the same pathways, the same roads.
Why is it that both the Jews and the Muslims seem to act like unless you follow their specific directions that you’re never going to get there?
And why is it the Evangelicals seem to believe that if you don’t follow their precise map on a yard-by-yard basis that Morro Bay just doesn’t fucking exist for you?
Y’know something else?
You’ve got the Catholics, Anglicans, Greek and Russian Orthodox, Lutherans, Methodists, Mormon, Mennonite, Seventh Day Adventists, Mormons, the Tea Party and all the Bapticostalepiscabetyrians all heading to the exact same place, sticking with essentially the same roadmap but veering off in different directions along the way from time to time.
I think they call it “dogma”.
And one of the greatest blessings offered to us is to have a personal relationship with God. At least to the best of our hopefully sufficient abilities. After all, we’re just a bunch of goofy assholes stumbling through the varied and unique lives set before us …
… and He’s God.
If the idea is a “personal” relationship, it plainly follows that such a relationship can only survive if a soul’s personality were taken into consideration.
Not all people were meant to hit it off with all people. Once in a while, it ain’t never gonna happen. Uh-uh.
God is someone you really want to know, to have a relationship with. You need to want that with Him as profoundly and passionately as He wants to have it with you.
For it to work, it is going to be by His rules.
For it to survive, it needs to be built upon a will and a spirit that builds within you, not upon a mindset that is hoisted upon your shoulders by outsiders.
But that’s not going to stop them from trying to force it or legislate it.
And it doesn’t have a single damned nor blessed thing to do with politics, okay?
Well, maybe it does in a way:
if your political stance is grounded upon your religious and spiritual principles, you can’t go wrong.
Your religious and spiritual principles planted in your political compost heap?
Then you’re up to your sanctimonious eyeballs in rotted lawn clippings and bullshit.
Short and simple.
If I’m going to piss off some of my fellow church-goers, I don’t want to drag it out.
Just because I object to someone trying to cram their own personal, theological and political beliefs down my throat cloaked in the robe of spirituality doesn’t mean I’ve declared war on them. Nor does it mean I am ruthlessly attacking any of their ideology or core values.
It just means I am exercising the freedom to believe whatever seems to work for me within whatever structure I find it. I am relying on the free will which God has given to me and to you and to all of us, and if I’m wrong with the approach I take, I’m sure I’ll be called on the carpet when I see Him.
If I find that He has been somewhat disappointed or righteously indignant about the way I’ve handled things, so be it. I’ve been taught He can be forgiving.
It’s in His nature, if not in those of many of His self-proclaimed followers.
I am adamantly pro-life and passionately pro-choice. My feelings are that abortions are the intentional taking of a life, but that it is not my decision to make for anyone else. I will pray with someone facing and considering that choice, I will try my best to talk them out of it, and if it is the only alternative that makes sense to them I will drive them to the clinic, walk them to the front door to make sure they don’t have to put up with white-bread-and-mayonnaise crap about it all, and I will hold the door open for them.
I am a Darwinian Creationist. I believe that God and only God created the heavens and earth and all the creatures who live upon it, but I believe He did it on ol’ Charlie and Stephen Hawking and Carl Sagan’s timeline.
You want to start spouting off about a “war” on Christianity?
Hell’s bells, there have been various denominations trying to rip each other’s throats out for centuries. It’s gotten to where it’s not enough to attend church every Sunday, you have to make sure it is a particular church in order to keep some people happy. Like it affects them in the least.
You want to talk about a war on religion?
Kindergarten, first through sixth grades, our most formulative years and never once at a school assembly somewhere in between Thanksgiving and New Year’s do I ever recall having the collected student body sing Channukah songs.
No dreidels, just jingle bells. No menorahs in the classrooms, just walls covered with construction-paper pine trees, and I don’t recall ever seeing pictures of those routinely popping out of the ground in Bethlehem.
To this day many of you pinch a loaf at the prospect of anything other than a manger appearing in the town square. Calling it your “mission” doesn’t change it.
Try not to forget that the last known words of one of the 9/11 pilots were “Allah Akbar” – which translates out as “God is great”.
One man’s evangelist can often be another man’s terrorist.
And all this talk about America being a Christian country? Well …
Look at the way we handle ourselves. We’re far from it.
And even on the best of days for us, as long as pastors and priests and ministers continue to quote the Old Testament during their Sunday morning get-togethers, seems to me we would be a Judeo-Christian nation.
So my beloved brethren, for God’s sake quit trying to blame the fact that everybody won’t joyously live their lives in exactly the way, shape and form you feel is proper on some paranoid ravings that anybody who doesn’t buy into every letter of every word of every verse of every chapter of your interpretation of God’s word is out to get you.
And trying to lead their lives for them, to effectively strip them of that free will I mentioned before?
That’s not “ministering” or “witnessing”, it’s brainwashing.
You sound like the lady who we caught walking out of our store one time with four pairs of children’s shoes hidden in her infant’s stroller and another three crammed up under her mumu, screaming that we were only calling the cops because she was black.
You vainglorious hypocrites hate when oppressed and repressed minorities do that, right?
And quit trying to use this borderline hallucinogenic fantasy of yours as a pre-emptive strike against any- and everybody of whom you so self-righteously disapprove.
The fact is every time this bile squirts out your mouth your creditability is blown out your ass.
And you’re driving people farther away from Jesus Christ more vociferously than Anton Lavey and Madeline Murray O’Hare ever dreamt possible.
And they end up missing out on all the blessings He wants them to have.
I’ll pray for you. 😉
“The only reason, and I mean the only reason, I chose to use the term
“Killer Cops” is very simple:
caught your attention, didn’t it?
There’s an old saying in advertising:
“You sell the sizzle, not the steak.”
You’re reading this, aren’t you?
Guess it worked.
I spent a decent number of years as a Child Support Officer, tracking down Non-Custodial parents who were not paying the Court-ordered amount of Child Support they were supposed to.
Tracking the parent down when need be, locating any assets or income they have hidden away from plain view, possibly finding employers they chose not to report to us or to the Court or to the Custodial Parent.
This was not for one of those rip-off internet companies that force the Custodial Parent to have any payments received to be made payable to the company itself, after which the company takes their customary thirty per cent out of the check and send the balance to the Custodial Parent.
If it’s not the full Court-ordered amount, so be it.
I worked for both the Family Support Division of the local District Attorney’s office and for the state Department of Child Support Services, which took over the establishment, monitoring and enforcement duties from the county offices, and we did it for free.
No charge, no commission, no cut of the action.
I can’t speak for all of the Support Officers or their offices nationwide any more than some beat cop, detective or Chief in a modest metropolitan area somewhere between South Carolina and California can speak for every single peace officer out there to serve and protect.
I can’t pretend that I do, but I’m willing to put myself on the line for one simple contention. A theory, if you will.
A theory. Maybe it works, maybe it doesn’t.
But it is a theory based on personal experience and observation inside “the system”. It comes from all of those years in the trenches working with as many as almost two-hundred other dedicated desk-jockeys, some of whom had twice the time I had eventually put into the communal effort.
Years of working with these people professionally, in our offices and cubicles, our conference rooms and the Superior Court as well as sitting around the trenches, the break rooms and The Smoking Section shootin’ the shit and trading tales from those trenches.
There are a whole bunch of the Non-custodial Parents out there who will tell you with all the bluster and self-proclaimed authority they can manage that the System has it in for the Non-Custodial Parent. That the System is skewed and the Enforcement Officers biased against them.
The farther in arrears they are, the more they never paid, the more they owe …
… the more insistent they get. Insistent and loud, because as we all know, that is what makes them unquestionably valid and accurate, what makes their delusional diatribes undeniably true.
And more often than not – unfortunately – it is the father of whom I am speaking seeing as how the Courts do have the historical, documented and routine practice of awarding custody to childrens’ mothers rather than the fathers unless and until it is proven to whatever human Judge or mediator hearing the matter that the father would be more suitable as the childrens’ daily provider and caretaker.
It can honestly go either way if one chooses to be realistic, reasonable and rational and leave whatever misconceptions time has nurtured within them at home with their dirty laundry.
“The knuckle-and-knee busters of the Child Support Enforcement system are all out to get the guy. The man.”
I don’t think so. I honestly never worked with anyone who approached it purely on that level.
I will again emphasize that I have no substantial means of assuring this is the case with everybody who’s ever filled in the blanks of a Judicial Council Form or actually drafted Court pleadings any more so than someone could proclaim with any amount of credibility that we all did.
In my experience, it’s just a bunch of deflective bullshit but even guys who don’t owe support will tell you that’s the case.
I can not deny for a moment that I never came across a co-worker who was like that.
There was one time the entire first floor of our office came to a dead standstill when one of our Support Officers (who had two children with two men who abandoned them) started screaming over the phone at an absentee father, asking him “what kind of a man” he thought he was, “what kind of a father” he claimed to be and “how ashamed” he should be at “how worthless” he was.
She was certainly the most vocal I had ever come across, but I’m not that naïve nor dense nor deceptive to insist that she was the only one. Just the most bitter and unprofessional and personally ill-equipped. And disturbed.
Our office up to and including the attorneys did NOT represent either the mother or the father. We were not the Custodial Party’s attorney no matter how persistently they acted like we were.
We didn’t even represent the children, either technically or legally.
We were an administrative body of the Family Courts and that was it.
We had neither a horse nor a horse’s ass in the race.
We were there to keep things fair, to make sure both parties adhered to the terms of the Court order.
If more parents were being responsible to each other, responsible to and for the children, playing by the rules …
… we would have been out of a job.
Plain and simple fact of the matter: not every, not even a suffocating majority of the Non-Custodial Parents OR fathers were low-life, snail-slime deadbeats.
Not by a longshot.
… not so much if at all in the written, black-and-white, Statutory law then certainly in the enforcement of those laws I came to the often validated conclusion that the System (the people keeping it running smoothly) all too often came nowhere close to holding the Custodial Parent as accountable as they held the Non-Custodial Parent responsible.
Now, about the “sizzle”.
Let’s start with something any of us with a realistic bone in our heads can probably come to a modicum of agreement upon:
in the fifteen seconds or so it took for a uniformed police officer to allegedly yet apparently fire more than a sufficient amount of rounds into the back of an unarmed civilian in South Carolina, the law of averages leads me to believe there were likely tens of thousands of officers who:
a) rescued a kitty from a tree;
b) helped an octogenarian with a walker cross the street at a busy intersection;
c) stopped a motorist who was unaware their brake lights didn’t work;
d) cited an air-head, gum-clicking High School junior texting while driving;
e) performed CPR on a citizen who had suffered a heart attack, saving their life;
f) arrested a drunk driver, potentially saving a number of lives;
g) busted and shut down a meth lab, likely saving a larger number of lives in more than one sense.
Get where I’m going with this?
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Politics has evolved into an ungodly, demonic beast, nominally yet marginally of human birth,
which has been anointed with the self-assigned task of
condemning to eternal damnation (and making each of their days a living hell until then)
all those distasteful folks who have not been sentenced by religion.
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