Friday, May 13, 2005
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Eye the Jury
How many times do you hear it?
It goes on all day long
Everyone knows everything
And no one's ever wrong
Until later...
Who can you believe?
It's hard to play it safe
But apart from a few good friends
We don't take anything on faith
Until later...
Show...don't tell...
From Show Don’t Tell - Presto – Rush – 1989 – words by Neil Peart
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We live in an age of insta-bake reality. Fastness and now-ness rule the day as we are annoyed that our microwaves take far too long to heat up our awaiting feast. Speed is a god in retail and he who serves the masses the fastest with the least grief usually wins the pie. Our courts seem to face a similar digression.
An interesting phenomenon in our legal system is trial by TV. (TbyTV) The public has had its epistemology taken to lunch by the circumstantial lobby group and have been filled with partially-heard hors d’oeuvres to the point that they themselves constitute the end all and have little room left for the real meal.
It is amazing that so many people attempt to ask for an opinion on a trial that is in the news when they have only just received their attorney’s licenses from the fifty-cent bubblegum machines at the mall. Their data consists of leaked out transcripts, notes, and reports that make a sieve look like a concrete mesh.
If one has ever had the unfortunate opportunity to have their story printed in the media or a controversial event laid out in the news they can relate to knowing that it is rare that they get things straight. Next time someone asks your opinion about a trial of which you are not a member of the jury, kindly say, “I’m sorry, I have no comment.”
Save us all the grief.
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You can twist perceptions
Reality won't budge
You can raise objections
I will be the judge
And the jury
I'll give it due reflection
Watching from the fence
Give the jury direction
Based on the evidence
I, the jury
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Denying the Obvious
What is more infuriating than a rabid chipmunk gnawing on your freshly baked banana bread? Denial.
Disappointment comes from one's failure to live up to an expected end, but madness comes from watching someone consistently ignoring their behavior.
Perhaps we can answer the above question by replying - "Watching a rabid Chihuahua chase his hyper-spun tail while telling us he's skipping along calmly".
Even on honest ground it is difficult to stay sane at times, but on denial's river banks it is impossible.
May we all have clear and fresh mirrors and the eyes by which to see.
Go Tell It On the Mountain
I spent some time in the Colorado Rockies last week.
Being from swamp lands I felt as though I were walking in a postcard. After three feet of fresh powdered snow had fallen in the morning my wandering hikes took me into every Christmas winter wonderland I had ever seen except this time the snow was not stretched cotton on artificial turf.
The incredible glory of our grand Creator was manifested in the things that were seen as my entire vista was overwhelmed by each perfectly placed figurine and background.
It is true what the Psalmist has said. Only a fool would say that there is no God.