One, Two, Three...come out, come out wherever you are...

I can identify I think with Michael Jackson just a little. All my childhood and most of my adulthood years I've felt somewhat uncomfortable letting emotions show. For instance, being "mushy" made me feel like something would grab me and have it's way with me and so I'd squirm out of that one every time. Now "bothered" that I could do pretty well, yet almost any other emotion caused me to retreat. Emotions like sorrow or joy, anger or extreme happiness, and even displays of deep concern caused me an uncomfortable exposure and vulnerability.

My safe zone? Writing. Isn't that curious, well not really; writing lets me say it from the heart and get away clean. Perhaps that accounts for Micheal's split personality. His offstage shy persona we all thought strange after seeing him...

Literally exploded with life,
every time he touched the stage

People who can identify with us are like birds in a "CUCKOO" Clock; they let you know what time it is, then they vanish back into their box before anyone can focus on them. What would our friends, family and even we ourselves look like if on the count of three we all came out of our hiding places? What a different world this would be, for better or for worse ~ In My Very Own Opinion.

Urine Test

The statement was made and question rose regarding distribution of "my taxes" to people who don't have to pass a urine test. It read,

"Shouldn't one have to pass a urine test to get welfare, because I have to pass one to earn it for them, wouldn't that save money?”

The statement ended by saying, “Something has to be done, so pass this on”

My response: The Spirit (yes the Spirit) impressed on me that the scriptures say, (and if you don't agree with this reference, that's for another discussion) "Don't judge until the appointed time." I realized adopting this attitude would relieve me of so many concerns that are not mine to bear. God said he will judge. As for the statement "we'd save money” perhaps this is true, for as the poser of the question so stereotypically profiled; recipients of welfare just might drink, use drugs, cuss, fuss and swear, and sit on their backsides drinking beer with the remote in their hands more often than us fortunate souls who are having this discussion. Nevertheless God has said we will be known by the love we have one for another, love never fails; and finally, we are to love the Lord thy God with all. So frankly speaking, because he loved us he provided for us and "my taxes" to quote this concerned citizen, would not be possible without the grace, mercy, and love of God. And so I ask the question, what do we have that we did not receive?

Even at the risk of allowing a few opportunists to prosper at our expense, we must never bend the hose of compassion, thereby stopping the flow of love. And that my friend, as always, is In My Very Own Opinion.

CRANK is a prank...

Some weeks ago I went to see a movie. The choices were slim and so by default I put my money on the movie called "Crank." I hesitated to post this review but I just couldn't rest with that thought, it reminded me of a so called friend seeing you in harms way, and not yelling "WATCH OUT FOR THAT TRUCK!"

So here goes...If you're the type of person who would not deliberately rub poison into your open eyes, or eat a plate of food with several fixed eyeballs peering back at you, especially if those eyeballs were accompanied by several pairs of translucent wings; then you just might be the type of person who is discriminating enough to PASS on this movie.

From the very first frame to the end, and I'm assuming, seeing how I left the theater long before it ended; the collaborative minds that created this film intended to commit murder. MURDER of my sensibilities. Each frame was like watching a "fun house of Pop-Up! HELL-CITIZENS! Coming at you with lightening shutter speed; their movements quick and distorted. The speed was such, that it never allowed you to focus before they hurled another depraved image at you, tattooing your psyche forever.

Please trust me, I'm not a prude, I've seen a few questionable movies before; teen slasher movies etc., many of which should have been left on the cutting room floor. But I draw the line at someone's obvious attempt to pollute my mind with their uncircumcised imaginations.

To sum up this review in a word "Septic Tank" oh, that's two words...how about "Filth!"

See it if you must, skip it if you can.