Decisions, Decisions...

Every day we see (or are) people who continually struggle with ever-more-intense problems. They (or we) reach out to friends because of the normal human need for moral support. Honestly, they (or...well, you get the point) often simply desire to hear that someone agrees with them.

After years involved in ministry and listening to countless people talk to me about personal struggles, decisions they need to make, or conflicts between themselves and others, I've noticed a few things:

1. Most people already know the right move. They simply either want someone to support them in their decision or they want someone to reinforce their decision to go against what they already know to be right.
2. Most people want a counselor who will tell them things that make them feel good about themselves.  Many folks, if they're honest with themselves, will have to admit that they resent blunt truth, and only want someone who will commiserate with them or tell them how strong and courageous they are.
3. Often, the quickest way to get attacked is to give an honest response to such a person's questions.

From a biblical standpoint, the most loving response a person can offer to someone's confusion or conflict is to point them to scriptural sources. However, we know that scripture doesn't mince words. The Holy Spirit, who divinely inspired the scriptures, seems to dislike beating around the bush. Yet, He is called the Comforter. Go figure! The God of the universe knows that straight Truth will set us free! The Bible says that the Word of God is sharper than any two-edged sword and "penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart. [Hebrews 4:12]"

The mental image this description gives is surgical. The blade of the Word of God is sharp like a scalpel and can penetrate into the deepest, most difficult to reach parts of our lives. It performs surgery on our attitudes, outlooks, and motivations.  Surgery is not painless, and rarely makes us immediately feel better about ourselves. It requires change. 

All that being said, there's an abundance of people who will flock to you and tell you what they think will help:

Oh, you're so strong!

Oh, you're courageous!

Oh, God's got a plan for your life, and all you have to do is hold on until He's ready to reveal it!

Oh, you deserve better!

Oh, just do what makes you happy! Your happiness is God's will, after all!

But what they're saying rarely brings you to a place of change. The voices are pleasant but ineffective, since they don't cause us to change direction. Scripture nearly always points to change and growth. Any voice that tells you you're alright and everyone else is all wrong is probably not scriptural, even if it's laced with bits and pieces of scripture.

The point I'm trying to get to, ultimately, is this: (it's going to be pretty blunt, so please stay receptive) Someone once said that the definition of insanity is when you keep doing the same things in the same way and expect different results. I don't know if that's really insanity, but it could certainly cause to you go insane. It's like running into a brick wall. You can keep getting back up, brushing yourself off, and getting on your way again -- but if you don't change direction you will run right back into the same brick wall.

Does your life feel like that right now? Has it felt that way for a long time? Are you exhausted from the effort of repeatedly getting up and brushing yourself off from being knocked down by the same old problems?

Here are some basic truths that will help you filter out the voices of true wisdom from those who, although they mean well, are actually just stroking your ego. God does have a plan for you. However, God's plan requires us to change directions. If someone's advice simply says that you're wonderful and everybody else needs to change, chances are it's not godly advice. And if the person to whom you're listening is embracing philosophies that are contrary to scripture, but still quoting scripture in his advice, you can rest assured his advice is flawed.

We come to our moments in time through a series of choices. We make choices every day that have a lasting impact on our lives. Sometimes we make wise choices. Sometimes foolish ones. But you can trace the series of decisions that brought you to this point in your life if you look objectively at yourself. Your choice of friends, partners, jobs, investments, words, etc. You are in control of your own actions. Therefore, the majority of the responsibility for your current situation rests squarely on the decisions you've made thus far.

With that in mind, what decisions have led you here? To whom have you been listening? If the same situations keep cropping up in your life, what is the common denominator? Who or what do you keep letting influence your life?  You'll never get a different result as long as you keep doing things the same way. So, if you're really as strong and courageous as your adviser has repeatedly told you, you'll make a change. Change direction. Do something different. Look at whatever isn't working in your life, and do away with it! That's strength. That's courage. 

Don't be held captive by a track record of bad decisions. Stop making them. Be the brave, strong, independent person you portray to others. Be it. You can. You must. 

...or you'll keep hitting that wall.

Unpacking While Packing...

My family is moving this week. We're moving back out to Mom and Dad's old farmhouse in Walnut Grove. My mom vacated the premises after her stroke a couple of years ago, and since then the place has fallen into dire disrepair.

We're on a time crunch, as we have agreed to vacate our current house by Sunday. Therefore, all the cleanup of the old farmhouse has to be done each evening after I get off work and we'll move our belongings over there on Saturday and Sunday.

We spent a good portion of yesterday cleaning out the house. Being out in the country, when there was no human movement, the mice took up residence in force. In response to the population boom in rodents, the snakes moved in thinking it was a smörgåsbord of  furry little creatures. So, we're finding empty rodent nests, droppings, and snakeskin all over the house. It's quite an undertaking to clear it all out and make it livable, a task which my wife has shown great fortitude in attacking. I've been under the weather for a couple of days, so yesterday's physical labor was less than stellar on my part.

As I'm going through the items in the house, I'm uncovering a lot of memories of my mom and dad. Faithful readers and friends will know that my dad was killed in a tractor accident on the farm in October of 2005. Though it's been nearly a decade, sometimes the memories of my father are overwhelming, as is the sense of loss. It's not as if I'm walking around in a grief-stricken daze. It's simply that sometimes the emotions wash over me and I miss my dad more than the average day.

Apparently, delving into all the personal effects around the house have triggered these emotions, not just in waves, but in tsunamis. I find myself becoming very sullen and quiet as the liquid grief washes through my soul. Yesterday I came across Dad's wallet. It was a weird sensation opening my dad's billfold and seeing his ordination card and ID in there. It's impossible to describe the feeling as I looked at it.

Rather than being a debilitating factor in my life, though, I've found that thoughts of my father bring me joy. Yes, there's the pain of loss and the loneliness that comes with wishing I could be with him and talk to him about life. However, I think back to the laughter he brought, to the tangible change he wrought in so many lives and I have to smile.

I have such a rich heritage. I had the privilege of watching my mom and dad pour themselves into the lives of countless people over the years. I had the dumbfoundingly awesome experience of seeing, first-hand, what a true heart of ministry and service was. My dad wasn't perfect. He'd be the first to say it. But through trials and tests, his character and commitment to Christ were always evident.

As I look at his belongings, the only physical remnants I have of his existence, I smile with blurry eyes. My dad loved me, and I him. My dad loved God and served Him until his dying day. My dad cherished my mother. He was a hard worker at everything he did. And, even when there was little recognition of his service, he still did it... because it was right.

I miss my dad, but I look forward to embracing him in eternity.

Watching Cars Go By

I haven't blogged in a while. Okay, a long while. Basically, life has been very busy, stressful, eventful, mind-blowingly full, etc. All the superficial excuses that have a hint of truth without letting you all in on too many details.

I just saw a post on Facebook from a friend who just unloaded about the stresses in her life. I can relate to almost everything she said. We all get to a point where the pressures and speed-bumps in life take their toll on our emotional well-being. It's overwhelming sometimes.

That started me thinking. I've always been a people-watcher. I'm the guy driving down the freeway next to you who watches you bee-bopping to your loud radio or arguing with your significant other or straining your back to swing at the kids in the backseat. I'm the guy who counts how many drivers are on the phone or texting during my commute to and from work.  I'm the guy who sits on a park bench, watching people walk by, wondering about their lives, trying to guess what they do for a living, etc.

We each live in our own sort of sphere. It's like our own little world where no one really knows what's happening but us. We control access to our little world. We allow others to see only what we want them to see. Sort of like Facebook. I have a two-year-old daughter. She's the most angelic, beautiful, loving child in the world... er... most of the time. But you will only see the good things about her on Facebook. I choose what to show you, and I know you aren't interested in the periodic tantrums, accidents, discipline, and such. You only want to see the cute stuff. The funny quotes, or the picture of her in her new dress.

We all do that to an extent. We put our best foot forward and show others an idealized version of ourselves. It's good to a point. Everybody doesn't need to know all of our woes and worries. But most of us go overboard in portraying a Norman Rockwell version of our lives, when in reality we might be facing extreme difficulties or anxieties.

It just struck me when I read that Facebook post I mentioned, that every one of us has a story. Every person you see is a complete story.  Think about this for a moment: You are driving to work and you see a perfectly fit young lady jogging down the sidewalk, wearing the latest athletic gear, white iPhone earbuds stuck in her ears, with a perfect stride. Or you see that person in the sixty thousand dollar Mercedes and the perfect hairstyle sitting next to you at a stoplight. You go to lunch at a fast-food restaurant and the frazzled girl behind the counter doesn't do something the way you'd like it done. You go to dinner and the server entertains you and makes your dining experience a very pleasant one. All of those people have their own struggles. Maybe that perfectly fit jogger in the fancy athletic gear just lost a parent to cancer. Maybe she's jogging to clear her mind because she's not sure how to cope with the deep sense of sadness and loss. Or the guy in the Mercedes with the cutting-edge hairstyle has come to a place where his life seems hollow and meaningless. He's realized that he's spent so much time focused on building his business that he's lost touch with anyone who might bring love and fulfillment into his life. Or the girl at the fast-food restaurant whose old beater of a car wouldn't start this morning, and she's not sure how she's going to get home after work because she can't afford to get it fixed. Or the server at the restaurant with the infectious laugh and pleasant demeanor who might have four children, two of whom are sick with a fever, but she can't take time off to be with them because she can't afford to lose any income.

We all get so wrapped up in our own issues and struggles that we cease to be aware that everyone's problems are every bit as real and every bit as important and every bit as all-consuming as ours.

Perhaps if we took a step back and just quietly watched the world around us... just watched the eyes of the people who silently pass through our view... just listened to the deep, almost silent sighs of the people with whom we interact... Maybe, just maybe, we'd be more understanding, forgiving, and gracious.

It's a lofty goal, but it can be done. Take a fresh look in the windows of the cars that pass. Look your server in the eye. Listen to the silence as much as you listen to the words... and be patient with one another. Be kind to one another.

I can't put myself back in the pictures...

Most of you know about my kids, Palin and Tiegen. There are pictures of them plastered all over my Facebook and Instagram accounts. I mention the latest silly joke Tiegen told us or the funny little adventures of our two-year-old daughter.

Some of you, not all, know of my two older sons, Adam and Isaac. Adam, my oldest son is in the US Air Force, serving his country. My second son, Isaac, is becoming an accomplished young drummer as he finishes high school. He's full of energy and promise. Both are really great young men, of whom I am quite proud. I love them with all of my heart.

I don't post about my sons often because we don't talk much. You see, their mom and I divorced a long time ago, and I haven't been much of a part of their lives. I missed the sporting events, the band competitions, the school dramas, and even my oldest son's ASAF Basic Training graduation. I have a couple of pictures from Adam's high school graduation, which I was so excited to attend. I was stunned to find myself reaching up to hug my oldest son, and looking eye to eye with my younger one!

As I was looking at photos today, I noticed that I, as the photographer, am not in very many. I have tons of pictures of my wife and the kids, a few pictures of my Adam and Isaac... but I'm in very few. With Krystal and the little ones, the reason is common. I'm the one behind the camera. Therefore I'm rarely in the frame. With my older sons, I'm not in the picture because... I'm not in the picture.

I failed to be a part of my older sons' lives. I failed to know them the way I should. I failed to meet their friends. I failed to meet their girlfriends. I failed because... I failed.

I post about fatherhood on Facebook. People comment about what a great dad I am, and I feel like a fraud.

After a divorce, it's so easy to blame one's former partner. It's so easy to look outside oneself to try to justify the negative implications of one's actions. But, it's rarely accurate. Sure, a severed relationship always has two sides. Both husband and wife make choices that lead to the ultimate demise of the bond. In the marriage, both my former wife and I had our failures. We've each moved forward and tried to pick up the pieces and make better choices.

However, in the case of my sons, the only failure was mine. I should have never let any obstacle stop me from being in my sons' lives. I should have never lived more than a few minutes away. I should have been there. I should have told them daily how much I love them. I should have been their confidant. I should have... I should have...

But I didn't.

And as I look at the few pictures I have of my boys, without me, I shed bitter tears.

You see, because I failed, my sons grew up and became accustomed to living without me. It wasn't their choice, but it is a cold hard fact. My sons grew up calling another man Dad. He was there. He was in their world while I was hundreds of miles away wondering how they were doing. There was never a day I didn't think of them, but there were far too many days that passed without my reaching out to them.

And I realize that I'll never be in those pictures. The ones of the boys unwrapping Christmas presents in someone else's house. The one of them standing outside someone else's new car. I'll never be in those pictures because I wasn't even there. I wasn't there because of my own foolish choices.

And I also realize that I'll never really be in the picture. When I look at the photographs I see my conspicuous absence. However, the boys don't. You see, the people who were active parts of their lives were all there. Their mom, their step-dad, their maternal grandparents, uncles and aunts, friends... They were all there. I wasn't, because of my foolish choices.

And I live in the thick middle of regret. I live in a prison of my own making.

I'm so happy with my wife, my step-son and my daughter. I love them all so dearly. And yet, there are two gaping holes in my heart. I watch from afar as they enjoy their lives and grow into amazing men. I swell with pride at their talents and achievements, but I realize I played no part in them.

I'll never be in those photographs. Maybe, just maybe, I can be in some of the future ones.

Take a look at your life. Take a look at the people who hold you dear. Make sure you're in the photographs of your kids' lives by being in the picture.

God hates divorce for many reasons. One of the biggest is because of the innocent victims who suffer because of the choices of two people.

My House Shall Be Called... on Superbowl Sunday?

Okay, I know I am the black sheep of the Christian Conservative family. I know that I'm a bit of a wildman and take things to extremes.  If you don't realize it yet, this post will probably put me on lists with the FBI and CIA, as well as ostracizing me from the circle of the Righteous and Popular Christians of America (a group I just made up in my head, but I'm sure they're out there somewhere).

You see, it's un-American to not be a football fan.  I am a member of several of the minority groups it's politically correct to ridicule at will: Caucasian, Male, Christian, Straight, Intellectual, Thin, and... Football-Non-Fans. I hate the sport.  I hate watching it, hearing about it, listening to the sub-linguistic blather that passes for articulate commentary on the subject.  I hate it.

But it's not just the sport. It's the insidious nature of the sport. It's the idolatry that seems to come along with it. It's the stupid arguments that come from the mouths of the cheese-whiz swilling hoards about which team is better, why, and why you're an idiot if you disagree with their opinion.  It's the very fact that the average football apologist can barely articulate a sentence of more than eight syllables while his bean-dip spittle froths at the corners of his mouth as he brands anyone who disagrees with him a moron. And the female fanatics are even worse! I have a theory that the female football nuts are, in large part, simply trying not to be ignored by the men in their lives.

All that divisive hyperbole aside, there is a very real bit of logic I'm going to drop on you. Football has become one of the biggest forms of idolatry in Western Society. I'm not just talking about the hundreds of hours of television and radio time dedicated to it or even the fact that 75.8% of American adults plan on watching the game, 79.8% of those plan on purchasing special food and drinks for the celebration, and nearly 9% of American adults plan on splurging for a new television for the occasion. I'm actually going to boil my evidence down to a single question. If you don't believe football has become a form of idolatry, follow along with the next few lines of this blog entry:

1. In Matthew 21, Jesus said "It is written, My house shall be called the house of prayer..."
2. We go to church to pray, study, and worship together...
3. Is your church rearranging its schedule to celebrate the Superbowl?

More evidence of the deterioration of Christianity and the degradation of biblical Christianity in the hearts and minds of those who call themselves Christ-followers.  

I said "one question." I was wrong. Ask yourself how much energy you put into convincing others that your football-related opinions are true versus how much time and energy you spend trying to convince someone to turn to Christ.

For Want of a Good Name

In Proverbs 22, God saw it fit to share with us this bit of wisdom: A good name is more desirable than great riches; to be esteemed is better than silver or gold.

We live in an age in which we are often weighed by many different measures. How we look. What we do for a living. How much money we have in the bank. What car we drive. The neighborhood in which we live. The list goes on and on.

We become so wrapped up in elevating our value in the eyes of others that we often become lost in the process. Small business owners work seven days a week, sacrificing family and friendships to achieve their version of success. Stay-at-home moms fret over whether their house looks just right or whether their children look and act a certain way in front of others.  Corporate workers scratch and claw their way to the top of a spiraling pool of thriving humanity in an attempt to achieve that next promotion or a mere acknowledgement from their supervisors. 

We all do it.  We spend our time selling ourselves for monetary gain, for status, or both.  

And we sacrifice so much of life in the process.

Some of that sacrifice is necessary, frankly, and to be commended.  No achievement is worthwhile unless tempered with perseverance and sacrifice. We applaud the kind of fortitude, dedication, and commitment it takes to achieve any true form of success in any field. It's often called drive, grit, or determination.

The problem becomes apparent when we lose track of what we will or will not do in order to achieve that subjective goal of "success."

I'm finding a large number of people who have fought and struggled to get to where they are in life, and who come across as genuinely good people, but who have buried their moral compass beneath layers of the sediment of societal expectations and/or personal ambition.  By becoming so focused on "success" they often begin to lose sight of the way they treat those closest to them, or compromise on the ethical standards they once held in high regard.

Many will make a public show of being loving and compassionate when they have an audience, or when they think it will bring them recognition or ultimate financial gain. I once knew a pastor who repeatedly drilled into his staff the WIIFM principal: What's In It For Me? He would not authorize a charitable outreach unless it drew attention to the name of the local church or to himself as the pastor, a practice that flies in the face of what Jesus described as true religion.  

My dad invested a lot of time in the ministry.  He worked his tail off trying to help people in any way he could.  He didn't always get the balance right.  When he was a young minister, he sacrificed his family in order to build the ministry.  He was good at touching people's lives, but he gave up large swaths of time with his family, because he thought that was what you had to do when you were called to minister to others.  As he grew older, he realized that God had called him to minister to his family first, and then to others in the church and community.  He revisited the balance between family connection and Christian service, a restructuring that made him far more effective in both arenas.

I've worked in corporations and small businesses. One thing I've seen a lot of is the compromising of one's core beliefs while trying to get ahead.  Climbing the corporate ladder is a nasty game, and often involves mistreating others to get to one's goal. Building a successful small business requires tough business decisions, steeped in prayer and wisdom. Sadly, those two key ingredients are often left by the wayside.

Basically, we are all working toward an ultimate end.  We all have goals and ambitions.  The question we have to ask ourselves is am I using or abusing people to meet my goals? You see, the current self-centered approach to life is not Christ-like and is not honorable.  Stepping on others in the process of achieving something is not a model of true success.  Sure, you might increase your retirement fund. Sure, you might have a more prestigious job. Sure, you might save some money here and there. But you are undermining your reputation and you are wounding people in the process.

Being an honorable person requires making tough decisions, sometimes counter-intuitive decisions. Honor requires being outward focused rather than inward. Honor requires putting other's well-being ahead of your own. 

Basically, if you talk a lot about how much you do for other people and how the people closest to you tend to turn their backs on you, there's a very good chance you've either unknowingly or carelessly wounded them. Stop talking about how much you do for others. Start focusing on the way you interact with those closest to you and those who depend on you. You see, it's easy to put on a show for those who view your life from a distance, making them think you are charitable and kind, while quietly wounding those in your inner circle with careless decisions or self-centered actions.

Sometimes people turn away because they cannot abide by the righteous life you've chosen. We all like to convince ourselves that's the case. More often, though, when people consistently turn away from us it's because we haven't treated them very well. Rather than placing all the responsibility for the loneliness of your path on those who forsake you, pay close attention to whether you have truly dealt honorably with them.

We are all driving rapidly toward an ultimate end. How will you be remembered? Ecclesiastes 7 tells us that a good name is better than fine perfume, and the day of death is better than the day of birth. Will you die with a fortune or with a good name?  If you sacrifice one for the other, let it be wealth that is sacrificed. Beware, though, lest you surrender your good name in favor of money or community standing. Be honorable, and be remembered well. 

  

Arguing with Idiots

Arguing with Idiots

(apologies to other authors who have used this title.)

So, I’ve been taking a break from political conversations for a while.  I’ve refrained from becoming embroiled in conversations on “controversial” topics for a few reasons:

1.  My wife gets burnt out hearing my ramblings.
2.  I’ve been told I seek out confrontation, and I’m attempting to prove otherwise.
3. Stupidity is so rampant that any attempt to shine the light of logic and truth only gets one flogged and demonized, and…
4. The system, as we will discuss, is so broken and is leaning so far over the cliff that arguing with the masses is akin to trying to verbally debate with the wind in a tornado.  Sometimes it’s better to take shelter, wait for the inevitable destruction, and be ready to rebuild after the masses have destroyed themselves.

Today, however, I stumbled upon a quick post by a friend of mine on Facebook.  He’s been dealing with some physical and financial issues lately, and has experimented with the Affordable Care Act (Obamacare).  Like it or not, Obamacare is the law of the land.  It was fraudulently forced upon the people of the nation by dishonest politicians who were supported by lazy politicians, who were elected by brainwashed, unwitting, self-absorbed citizens whose ignorance is only matched by their unwillingness to research facts from reliable sources (such as HISTORY and SIMPLE MATH). 

…but I digress.

I’m going to share screenshots from my phone of the conversation.  I’m doing this so I can’t be accused of taking anything out of context.  I’ve scribbled out the names of the participants so that nobody can sue me for publishing their names (a case they would lose on the grounds that they freely published their names, photos and comments on a public forum, but again, I digress).  Actually, I’m blotting out their names because when aided by a “cooling off period” and a little reflection, coupled with the logic I’m about to use, I’m hoping against hope that they have enough intelligence to be embarrassed by their own statements.

Here is the initial post.  Harmless enough and needing no rebuttal.

 As you can see, my friend is rightfully displeased with the cost of his government mandated, publicly subsidized coverage as provided through the "Affordable" Care Act, or Obamacare.  This is a very common issue, as vast numbers of subscribers are faced with dramatically increased medical costs from this "landmark legislation" that was touted to decrease the costs of healthcare for the average family by over $2000 a year.

The initial post was liked and responded to by numerous people, most of whom sympathized with his plight and/or criticized the legislation.  I began following the post after sharing a silly joke in an attempt to be the comic relief in a fairly somber conversation.  My joke didn't take a stand on either side of the issue, but was a random attempt to make my friend laugh.

Here's a small sampling of the kinds of comments my friend was receiving.  It wasn't a heated debate or argument.  It was just a group of people generally pointing out the folly of the ACA...and occasionally the President whose name is associated with it.

Then someone took issue with the comments you just read.  I responded with what I thought was a polite, but direct question.

This question has been asked many times in various forms by people who have yet to receive an adequate answer.  One radio talk-show host usually boils it down to "please tell me what percentage of my money you're entitled to."  I thought I asked it in as non-confrontational a way as possible (again, attempting to prove false the allegation that I enjoy conflict.) Bridget, an apparent fellow conversation follower, responded with the following opinion.  I tried to reply as nicely, yet truthfully, as I could.  

I think we can all identify with Bridget's position to an extent, if not necessarily her language.

My response was not intended in any way to be hostile to Bridget or her daughter.  Just a simple statement of facts and logic.  Bridget did not respond, so I'm assuming either she didn't disagree or didn't see the need to converse further.  (This is a lesson I am desperately trying to learn, as the voice in my soul when I become involved in a conversation like this usually says something like: "Wait, it's not worth it... Don't... Um... You should just... Oh, you're going to... Crap.  You are, aren't you?  This will not end well.")

Now, in case you've forgotten midst all my rambling, I asked Miranda to morally justify holding her fellow citizens financially responsible for her medical insurance.  The first clue that Miranda finds her own position weak is that she doesn't even attempt to answer the question.  She merely asks another question in an attempt to make herself appear victimized by her circumstances.  It's the equivalent of asking a child why he did something wrong and hearing the response "but HE did it first!"  The response doesn't answer the question.  It's a common smokescreen used as a tool to distract from the speakers inability to adequately respond.

In an attempt to get a clarification, I asked another question.  I've found I ask lots of questions.  If you ask enough questions, you'll: 

1. ...get the speaker to clarify his/her position to the point that, whether or not they can sway your opinion, at least they've fully explained why you disagree with them,
2. ...come to understand a different viewpoint, which you can ponder and process until you can decide whether to agree or disagree,
3. ...entertain yourself with the inability of the average person to formulate a well-thought-out position or adequately defend it, or...
4. ...give the speaker enough rope to hang him/herself by revealing how ludicrous, self-centered, and/or self-destructive his/her position is (thereby, vividly illustrating reason number three--as stated in the beginning of this post--of why I've been avoiding such conversations in the first place.)

Now, let's look at Miranda's math skills for a moment, shall we?  Miranda proudly stated that she works "50+ hours a week," lives in "KC," and divides her time among two jobs and college.  Now she's sharing her bills.  $614 in rent, $120 in car insurance, credit card bills from car expenses (also a symptom of the same "I have to have it now" mindset she'll display throughout this conversation...common among liberals and young college students). She also mentioned the $60 a month she is happy to pay for her health care costs, while apparently being nearly giddy about passing on the "$600 medical expenses" to the rest of us.  She's identified $794 of her income each month that goes to bills.  Granted, she's probably not enumerating all her bills.  That's fair.  But working two jobs, "50+ hours" a week and making "more than minimum wage by a lot" should be able to cover $794 with ease, since the minimum wage in Missouri just increased from $7.50 to $7.65 an hour.  That's a gross (at her figure of 50 hours, assuming she works six days a week) of around $1657 per month.  Take into consideration that she'll probably pay $39 a month in state tax and about $248.55 a month in Federal tax withholding.  

Granted, the balance of $575.45 is not a massive windfall of cash.  However, it is substantially more than a lot of families have left over at the end of the month.  Heck, half that figure dwarfs what I have left over at the end of many months! 

...yet again, I digress.

But Miranda said she makes "more than minimum wage by a lot," so the $575 would be a relatively conservative surplus from which she would purchase her food, fuel, utilities and entertainment requirements.  Meaning, her income should actually be "a lot" higher than the $1675 per month, right?  Yes, because $1675 is 7.65 per hour, 50 hours per week, figured on six workdays a week (since she mentioned that she has two jobs I figured she's probably not working just five days.  An admirable work-load for a full-time college student.)

(And wait... Didn't she say she was a student in Kansas City?  Why in the world is she bringing up the job market in and around Springfield??!! Could it be that she isn't actually in "KC?" Or perhaps that's where all her extra money goes... the three-hour commute from Springfield where she apparently works to "KC" where she apparently goes to school.)

...oops...another bunny trail.  OK, back to my subject. (We'll revisit basic math later.)

I appreciated Grant's response to her, which is why I included it in the screenshot and why I didn't blot out his name. (Actually, I just noticed that I'd forgotten to blot out his name and picture, but since I admire what he had to say and am praising it here, I figured he wouldn't mind.)

No, Miranda, I am not "presuming to know" what you spend your money on.  I'm simply looking at your words and numbers.  You should check your work, or did your college professors not teach you that?

Okay, okay... maybe it's unfair to hold Miranda to the same standards to which I hold myself.  Maybe.  But as of yet, I'm going by her word that she makes substantially more than minimum wage.  If I can support my family month to month by myself while making a a low-middle-class wage, surely she could support herself on two jobs, 50+ hours a week, making a lot more than minimum wage.  Surely, right?  (Okay, the voice in my soul is wanting me to apologize for sounding snarky...and I almost feel bad about it...but...nah.)

(Okay, yeah.  I'll admit this comment was snarky.  Probably shouldn't have said that.  I publicly apologize, Miranda.  No, wait.  Not really.)

So, wait.  Let's go back to something I asked her earlier, in light of what she says in this statement.  She chose to go to school in Kansas City (which, if her rent is any indication, isn't any more expensive to live in than Springfield), chose to make purchases on credit (whether for a car, car repairs, car accessories, or what, she wasn't clear), chooses to work at two jobs that don't offer healthcare (one of which, apparently by a shady "I'll cut you one hour short of getting benefits" method) even though last time I was in Kansas City I could've sworn I saw more than two businesses at which someone could work.  

...and somehow her choices are our financial responsibility.

...Oh, and I haven't had healthcare insurance for a long time.

But that's OK.  As long as Miranda has hers, and can morally justify my paying for it...and your paying for it...and your neighbor paying for it...

Alright, you're probably noticing that my patience is wearing thin with Miranda.  First of all, if you hadn't picked up on it, she's full of crap.  $1600 a month doesn't even come close to "50+ hours a week, working two jobs" and making "more than minimum wage by a lot."  It's actually less than minimum wage at 50 hours a week.  BUZZZZZZ!!!! (Go figure, a dishonest liberal...or one that can't do math...either way, that's part of the definition of liberal isn't it?)  I don't like people who are full of crap.  They smell bad.

And when she finished her last comment with "Soooooo..." she really ticked me off.  First of all, sarcasm has two purposes:  either to demonstrate your intellectual superiority over your listener or to bolster your otherwise weak position.  Miranda apparently can't do the most basic of math, follow the simplest of logic, or carry on the most basic of polite dialogue.  She, as they say 'round these parts, "done ticked me off."  Stupidity is often the loudest and most adamant of voices.

And then this horrible person (yes, I said it, and I mean it) boasts a second time about debts she is more than comfortable passing on to the shoulders of others.  Seriously, what kind of vile, putrid, pathetic human being is so blatantly comfortable about passing on his/her debts for someone else to pay?  The ultimate in selfishness and "I'll get mine, no matter who it hurts" attitude!

At some point, one has to realize that arguing with an idiot a fools errand.  

Sadly, idiots like Miranda make up a substantial percentage of our population: people who transfer the responsibility for their own choices onto the backs of everyone else.  

She doesn't like the word entitlement.  That's because the political term entitlement has a negative connotation, no matter which side of the political spectrum you're on.  The liberals haven't been able to find a way to co-opt that term and make it sound positive yet.  But, Miranda, if you feel entitled to an education and health-care, and who knows what other assistance you are getting, and you feel entitled to have your neighbors foot the bill, you have an entitlement attitude.  If you need further clarification, I'd be happy to buy you a dictionary to go along with the basic math book I'd like to send to you...at no cost to you.

I've gotten to a point where I'm not ranting and raving about politics and economics as much anymore.  You see, twenty or thirty years ago it was time for people to boldly and loudly scream about these topics.  Twenty or thirty years ago there was a chance of righting the ship and changing the direction of our nation. However, we've had more than one generation of students who have been spoon-fed the philosophies of Mao and Lenin all their lives. These philosophies have so invaded every aspect of our daily lives that we look to the government for every need we have.  Government has replaced our sense of hard work, accomplishment, and personal growth.  Government is our provider, protector, and educator.  

...and only a sad few seem to see a problem with that.

Our society is no longer approaching a cliff.  We stand with the tips of our heels on the cliff and the rest of our bodies leaning at a forty-five-degree angle over the edge.  The fall is inevitable.  The momentum is too strong, and changing the direction of a nation takes far too long.

I've gotten to the point that I am just bracing for the upcoming collapse, gritting my teeth in anger, rage, and a deep sadness at the death of America as we've known her, and preparing to dig out from the rubble and start over once the mass of idiots destroys itself.

Cynical?  Conflict-seeking?  No.  Realist.

And now for the apology.  I should not have used the word "idiot."  It has been my practice to avoid using inappropriate words to insult people.  I failed miserably in this post.  You see, "idiot" is actually a term used to describe those with diminished mental capacity, those with a naturally low intellect or with a condition impairing their ability to reason at the level of an average person.  My heart goes out to those people, and I apologize for accidentally insulting them by using this term when I should have merely said "liberal."