UNPLUGGED

Dear Christian Straight America

1. Start paying attention to those in government and the corporate world  who are destroying your country and spend less time worrying that a man is sleeping with another man or a woman with another woman.
2. Stop persecuting and discriminating against those who are not exactly like you. 
3. Get over the hysteria about saving the sanctity of marriage.  Have you been paying attention?   It's too late.
4. Quit telling gays that you love them just like Jesus does.  You protest too much.
5. Lose the ribbons and the little fish on the backs of the cars
   

One more thing.   Jesus died once for your sins once and he says he won't do it again.  Would one of you like the job?   Only heterosexuals need apply.

Song on the End of the World by Czeslaw Milosz

On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A Fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it it should always be.

On the day the world ends
Women walk through fields under their umbrellas
A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
The voice of a violin lasts in the air
And leads into a starry night.

And those who expected lightning and thunder
Are disappointed.
And those who expected signs and archangels' trumps
Do not believe it is happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above,
As long as the bumblebee visits a rose
As long as rosy infants are born
No one believes it is happening now.

Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet,
Yet is not a prophet, for he's much too busy,
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
No other end of the world there will be,
No other end of the world there will be.

If things are going good for ya right now, vote for McCain... or vote for the mouse. Either you are very rich... or you haven't been paying attention.

If you grew up in the 50's, 60's, or 70's and are still alive, congratulations. Your mother probably drank, smoke, took aspirin, ate peanuts, ham and soft cheeses. She wasn't tested for diabetes and didn't have a sonogram. Your crib and nursery were likely coated with lead paint and you slept on your stomach.  You rode in a car without a child restraining seat and your home wasn't childproofed.

You are lucky.  I hope you've been buying lottery tickets.