The Guns of August, Ted Haggard is Cured, Heroes, and Cats with Feedbags
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I’ve started reading The Guns of August by Barbara Tuchman. It’s about World War One. Sigh. Reading about history is really depressing. I mean really depressing. Why? Because people just keep making the same mistakes over and over again, they never seem to learn one generation from the next. A stunning tendency to substitute wishful thinking for sober analysis when making plans, and an even more stunning inability to adjust when reality is not going according to plan seem to be the hallmarks of the western way of war. I just hope I have time to finish reading it before “The Missiles of April.” And once again, I also recommend Tuchman’s A Distant Mirror for those who want insight into the crusader mentality that is another recurring theme in the western way of war.
Speaking of war, and yestgerday’s blog, there has been a nasty “friendly fire” incident in Iraq. A number of Iraqi soldiers were killed by an American air strike in Mosul. This however, is not a TTH situation, this is stupidity. Using air strikes to fight insurgents is like using a flamethrower to fight a cockroach infestation.
In more positive news, I am pleased to announce that Ted Haggard has been cured of his homosexual tendencies in just three weeks of intensive counselling. Hallelujah! It’s a miracle! No, wait, being “cured” of homosexuality is about as likely as recovering from a decapitation. I’ve blogged about him before, and I think I’m done. The world has enough evil without demonizing people for being the way God made them. In related news, check out 12 Reasons Gays Shouldn’t be Allowed To Marry. For myself, I’m going to concentrate on loving my enemies, I’ll leave the judgements to God. And loving one’s enemies doesn’t mean surrendering to them either, it just means understanding and accepting that God loves each and every one of his creations infinitely.
In today’s positive and uplifting news a man ran into a burning house to save a dog, and likely will die as a result. The dog’s not looking so good either. Granted, there are some that will say that running into a burning building to save a dog is a questionable decision in many ways. And they would be right, but that’s not the point. The point is that being willing to take terrible risks to save another being is what makes us more than just ants, as long as people like Michael Keenan exist, there is hope for us all.
Yes, this has been a somewhat choppy post. That’s because I have to get up every fifteen minutes and feed my orange cat. I’m thinking of outfitting him with a feed bag like horses use. He’d probably just eat the feedbag though. Sigh.
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