I know that homosexual lifestyle and especially same sex marriage is a controversial topic to some. To me, love is love. Why should it be called same sex marriage? Why can it not be called marriage? That's what it is. The hatred portrayed by the people of this 'church' makes me want to vomit. While I belong to a church, I don't practice the religion. I do, however, have more than average knowledge of the Bible and I know that this is not what God was talking about. What ever happened to love thy neighbor? Isn't that considered the most important rule? I guess I'm just unsure how to handle these people and what they're doing. Something I was told when I became a parent comes completely in to play in this deal. You are not born with hate. When you're a small child, another child is just another child to play with. Unless you have been raised to hate. It's not something that's ingrained in us. The children in the family were the same age as my son using phrases like 'this nation of fags' and I wanted to cry to hear such things come from the mouths of little kids. How could a parent teach their child to say such awful things about people? How could a good parent teach such hatred to their kids? The image I have posted is exactly what I feel when I see people protesting a lifestyle other than their own. I wonder if the people who protested integration feel stupid now. Just like I feel that people who are protesting marriage are going to feel stupid. I want my kids to grow up in a world where everyone can feel safe to be themselves. I would never want them to be ashamed. How dare these parents of this 'church' teach their children the things they have. I'm not going to be one of those people with as much hatred and say something like 'I hope they die' but I will admit that I am sure glad none of the young adult girls want to get married. It might just mean that I could see the end of this awfulness in my lifetime. To the families of the funerals that have been protested, I'm sorry that you had to suffer through them being there while you were already grieving.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
SumBlog 3
So I watched the second part of the documentary. I'm sorry but in my mind the people of the Westboro Baptist Church are bat-s**t crazy. I understand that they think this is what the Bible says and that everything they are doing is completely correct. But it's not. Nothing about what they are doing is Christian in sense of the word. I think the part that is bothering me the most is their language. There are plenty of other words that they could use to describe the group of people they are referring to. It is obscenely derogatory and offensive to use the term 'fag'. I am offended and I am a heterosexual.
I know that homosexual lifestyle and especially same sex marriage is a controversial topic to some. To me, love is love. Why should it be called same sex marriage? Why can it not be called marriage? That's what it is. The hatred portrayed by the people of this 'church' makes me want to vomit. While I belong to a church, I don't practice the religion. I do, however, have more than average knowledge of the Bible and I know that this is not what God was talking about. What ever happened to love thy neighbor? Isn't that considered the most important rule? I guess I'm just unsure how to handle these people and what they're doing. Something I was told when I became a parent comes completely in to play in this deal. You are not born with hate. When you're a small child, another child is just another child to play with. Unless you have been raised to hate. It's not something that's ingrained in us. The children in the family were the same age as my son using phrases like 'this nation of fags' and I wanted to cry to hear such things come from the mouths of little kids. How could a parent teach their child to say such awful things about people? How could a good parent teach such hatred to their kids? The image I have posted is exactly what I feel when I see people protesting a lifestyle other than their own. I wonder if the people who protested integration feel stupid now. Just like I feel that people who are protesting marriage are going to feel stupid. I want my kids to grow up in a world where everyone can feel safe to be themselves. I would never want them to be ashamed. How dare these parents of this 'church' teach their children the things they have. I'm not going to be one of those people with as much hatred and say something like 'I hope they die' but I will admit that I am sure glad none of the young adult girls want to get married. It might just mean that I could see the end of this awfulness in my lifetime. To the families of the funerals that have been protested, I'm sorry that you had to suffer through them being there while you were already grieving.
I know that homosexual lifestyle and especially same sex marriage is a controversial topic to some. To me, love is love. Why should it be called same sex marriage? Why can it not be called marriage? That's what it is. The hatred portrayed by the people of this 'church' makes me want to vomit. While I belong to a church, I don't practice the religion. I do, however, have more than average knowledge of the Bible and I know that this is not what God was talking about. What ever happened to love thy neighbor? Isn't that considered the most important rule? I guess I'm just unsure how to handle these people and what they're doing. Something I was told when I became a parent comes completely in to play in this deal. You are not born with hate. When you're a small child, another child is just another child to play with. Unless you have been raised to hate. It's not something that's ingrained in us. The children in the family were the same age as my son using phrases like 'this nation of fags' and I wanted to cry to hear such things come from the mouths of little kids. How could a parent teach their child to say such awful things about people? How could a good parent teach such hatred to their kids? The image I have posted is exactly what I feel when I see people protesting a lifestyle other than their own. I wonder if the people who protested integration feel stupid now. Just like I feel that people who are protesting marriage are going to feel stupid. I want my kids to grow up in a world where everyone can feel safe to be themselves. I would never want them to be ashamed. How dare these parents of this 'church' teach their children the things they have. I'm not going to be one of those people with as much hatred and say something like 'I hope they die' but I will admit that I am sure glad none of the young adult girls want to get married. It might just mean that I could see the end of this awfulness in my lifetime. To the families of the funerals that have been protested, I'm sorry that you had to suffer through them being there while you were already grieving.
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Sumblog 2
When it comes to disabilities, there's so many ways to look at it. It can be seen as something that will hinder the person it affects. It can also be seen as something that the person just adjusts to and learns to live with.
About 12 years ago, my dad, who has since passed, had a stroke. He never fully recovered from it. With about 60% function in his arm and about 80% (at best) function in his leg, my dad was never the same physically again. He worked hard in therapy to overcome the hand he had been dealt and learned to walk again with the help of a cane. My dad was able to go back to his job and continue working full time. Years later, after a series of mini strokes, my dad became too disabled to complete his job function. He went through 2 tests, with 2 different doctors and eventually he received disability payments. He never considered himself a burden on society as the definition given in class implied.
There was a young man in my high school who suffered from a severe case of fetal alcohol syndrome. He was unable to make complete sentences and sometimes even struggled with words. He had difficulty walking and wore a helmet to protect himself in case of a fall. He had a heart of gold. He didn't let his disabilities stop him from going on with life. Everyone understood his situation, and while most high school age kids would make fun of someone in such a situation, the students in my school accepted him for who he was and treated him the same as anyone else.
A perfect example of overcoming a disability is Frederic Bilodeau. His brother, Alex, has recently won a gold medal for skiing, representing Canada in the Olympics. Frederic has cerebral palsy. I would not say that Frederic is someone who suffers from it. When Alex won his gold medal, he congratulated the other competitors and went running to his brother who was in the stands waiting for him. When interviewed, Alex gave his brother Frederic as his reason for getting up every day to practice. It was a very heart warming moment. Here is the story and the full interview done with Alex Bilodeau. http://www.nbcolympics.com/news/disabled-brother-inspires-alex-bilodeaus-gold-medal-run
So we ask what is a disability? To me a disability is just something stopping you from your fullest potential. If a person is missing a limb, or is cognitively behind, if they don't let it get in the way, why should it be considered a disability? A disability is what the person affected by it makes it. My dad went back to work full time, the student in my high school did the best that he could. Alex used his Frederic's situation to inspire his gold medal winning performance.
About 12 years ago, my dad, who has since passed, had a stroke. He never fully recovered from it. With about 60% function in his arm and about 80% (at best) function in his leg, my dad was never the same physically again. He worked hard in therapy to overcome the hand he had been dealt and learned to walk again with the help of a cane. My dad was able to go back to his job and continue working full time. Years later, after a series of mini strokes, my dad became too disabled to complete his job function. He went through 2 tests, with 2 different doctors and eventually he received disability payments. He never considered himself a burden on society as the definition given in class implied.
There was a young man in my high school who suffered from a severe case of fetal alcohol syndrome. He was unable to make complete sentences and sometimes even struggled with words. He had difficulty walking and wore a helmet to protect himself in case of a fall. He had a heart of gold. He didn't let his disabilities stop him from going on with life. Everyone understood his situation, and while most high school age kids would make fun of someone in such a situation, the students in my school accepted him for who he was and treated him the same as anyone else.
A perfect example of overcoming a disability is Frederic Bilodeau. His brother, Alex, has recently won a gold medal for skiing, representing Canada in the Olympics. Frederic has cerebral palsy. I would not say that Frederic is someone who suffers from it. When Alex won his gold medal, he congratulated the other competitors and went running to his brother who was in the stands waiting for him. When interviewed, Alex gave his brother Frederic as his reason for getting up every day to practice. It was a very heart warming moment. Here is the story and the full interview done with Alex Bilodeau. http://www.nbcolympics.com/news/disabled-brother-inspires-alex-bilodeaus-gold-medal-run
So we ask what is a disability? To me a disability is just something stopping you from your fullest potential. If a person is missing a limb, or is cognitively behind, if they don't let it get in the way, why should it be considered a disability? A disability is what the person affected by it makes it. My dad went back to work full time, the student in my high school did the best that he could. Alex used his Frederic's situation to inspire his gold medal winning performance.
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