Love to all. Even you.

I just re-read the cracked-out hatemongers post again. It just gets worse and worse ever time I read it. I don’t think I’ve read many posts that were more disturbing.

This UnChristian Chritian is:

1) Anti-American. He claims that immigrants are causing our children to “throw away centuries of faith” Hey, Jackass: When did YOUR family come to America? With the exception of native americans, it’s a country of IMMIGRANTS.
2) Blatantly racist. Reread the part about how he loves Asians… especially where he could “see the unease in the Asian’s eyes.” And check out his references to the Third World as “Ghettos of the World.”
3) In utter contradiction of the Word. This man clearly doesn’t know his religion’s texts or history. Although my guess is that his favorite gospel is John.
I won’t even get into his misogynistic rant about why women shouldn’t be President. It was a different post, and I decided to stop finding out more about this shameful AmeriNazi’s fucked-up opinions. Yeah: AmeriNazi.

So why does this bother me? Because he is doing all this in the name of Jesus Christ. This man is one of the most Anti-Christian people I’ve ever had the misfortune to come across.

Okay, enough from me on this. I’ve spent too much time on this sicko.

Love to all. Once again, even to the cracked-out hatemonger. Note: I am not actually saying he’s on crack… in this case though, I’m giving him the benefit of the doubt. Crack would at least explain his delusions. A little.

The dude diagonally across from me on the train just whipped out a ruler and… although I guess he was scratching his back (sans any perceptible vertical motion, though)… it looked like he was measuring.

A few minutes later, he became intensely interested in something else on the train, got up, and walked away.

I mean, there are five animals in there already. Sheesh.

Patience, Richard. Patience.

My in-laws are inbound. For me, that’s a little like knowing that someone’s going to wing a hand grenade into the room… eventually. It puts me on my guard.

They’re not bad people… and I love them dearly. But rarely does a visit go by where my father-in-law doesn’t casually insult our house, town, parenting, dogs, food, schools, and/or any other important-to-us thing. My wife’s parent’s are divorced… and we’re having her mother, father, and stepmother over. That mix can either be neutral or tense. Also, one of Maggie’s brothers is coming over, along with our next-door neighbors.

Her brother. Oh my god.

I think he’s got Asperger Syndrome. I really do. It’s the only thing that explains his affect, lack of physical awareness, or the crazy-ass gaps in logic that occur when you talk to him.

I’m not being very Jesus-like, I know. I’ve got to be more pre-emptively loving, rather than worrying about the fact that my brother-in-law, who is 42, single, and lives with his aunt… couldn’t be bothered to volunteer to cook anything, and will have to be strongly prompted to help clean up his own dishes, let alone anyone else’s. I’m working on it.

And frankly, I should thank God for the family I have. My crazy fuck of a father, God bless him, is in California with my mom, and I haven’t seen or spoken to either of them in about 2.5 years. But I think I’ll cover thankfulness in my next post.

Love to all. Even you, whoever stunk up the 6 train this afternoon.

The Corgi is Georgette. Psychologically, she’s kind of a bridge between Carter and Mimi. She’s a good girl, and Mimi has made her quite a bit more puppy-like. Before Mimi, she was kind of Old Lady of a dog… I think this partially because Carter was getting really slow, and partially because she’s an Old Lady by nature. The great thing about her is the way she growls when she plays. I swear, she sounds like she’s just going to kill you. Like she’s out her her mind with fury.

Mimi, the new girl, is really coming into her own. She’s insane… and you should know that up front. She jumps off the bed four paws at a time, and she likes to collect things. She’s the happiest dog I have ever met.

These pictures were taken today… so they’re damn accurate.

Love to all. Even you, that freak in the Sonata who almost hit me on the Saw Mill Parkway.