I was thirteen years old when John F. Kennedy was assonated, eighteen when Martin Luther King and Robert F. Kennedy were shot. I understood the importance of the Cuban missile crises and the Kennedy presidency, I like everyone was in shock as I sat in my school desk and heard the news from a TV that was hustled into the room. And later, with my parents, watched Walter Cronkite and the news all that night and the funeral three days later. I sensed the sorrow in my parents, my other adult relatives and my teachers, but for me, my sadness my sorrow was more linked to the adults around me rather than my own experience. My main concern was me; who I was, what was my life about. I had recently lost my faith in God, felt completely out of place and disconnected from the world as a whole. Three years later I would find LSD the films of Andy Warhol San Francisco’s Height Asberry, Polk St and the Castro district. My life and who I was, was coming into focus. I was not all that happy with what I found but was looking anyway. Two years later I was politically active sexually active rebellious and creative. The deaths of Martin Luther king and Robert Kennedy had a much greater personal connection for me than John Kennedy’s death, though with Robert Kennedy’s death I revisited John’s death and had a deeper feeling and understanding of it. Less than a year later I left home and started life on my own.
Lewis Black takes aim at the head of Barilla, Italy’s anti-gay pasta maker.
Parker ‘The Way of the Gun’
What are you going to tell god now?
Jephthah was the illegitimate son of Gilead of the Tribe of Manasseh and was driven out by his half-brothers. On the island of Tob He gathered with other exiled men and was named leader of the army of the worthless.
In time and after many campaigns the elders of his birth city begged that he and his army defend their city from the Ammonites. He agreed with on caveat if he defeats Ammon he will be their permanent chieftain.
On behalf of his city and Israel as a whole and in reliance on the bight of God, Jephthah challenges the Ammonites. Jephthah swears an oath: “Upon defeating the Ammonites, whoever emerges and comes out of the doors of my house to meet me, when I return in peace from the people of Ammon shall surely be God’s and sacrificed as a burnt offering” (Judges 11:31)
Upon his return the victorious Jephthah is greeted and met by his daughter, his only child.
‘The best exotic marigold hotel’
I do believe we live under a veil; a kind of illusion of freedom independence and security. It does not take much to rip that veil open. On one hand any ‘probable cause’ can trigger and kind of scrutiny by those charged with law enforcement that verges on obscene and if resisted can lead to arrest or bodily harm. On the other hand a willful act of crime can be acted on your person your property and home and those same people charged with law enforcement are helpless to do anything about it. If you add the elements of race, gender, sexual identity income or age into it that can heighten or minimize the situation. Most reasonable people would not resist too much as to avoid long drawn out financially draining consequences or to avoid a quick expedient built. Those that do resist put everything they have on the line. Maybe that is why people with nothing to lose resist the most. Anyway, in my view there is no real freedom no real security. The thickness of that veil can vary from state to state but it is a weak piece of fabric none the less.