Digital Cowboy

My enemies have none, so why bother? If you’re part of the “Nation of Islam,” I’m talking to you. You have no nation and you never have had one, you silly nigger.

I’m the bad guy, now, right?

Nope. It’s still you. Niggers have hijacked the racial discourse in this country and they’re trying to make “nigger” equivalent to “black” or “African-American” because all of the ones that did it are niggers.

That is an ugly word, isn’t it? It should be a bad word. So let’s keep it that way and apply it selectively.

It’s not a racial epithet. It’s descriptive. It means any whore that will sell out everything they pretend to represent for a comfortable life financed by exploiting those they claim to represent. Generally, it’s because they’re too greedy to know how stupid they are.

Al Sharpton is a nigger.

Jesse Jackson is a nigger.

Kanye West sure seems to be.

Wait. They’re all black so just to prove it’s not a racial thing for me: nearly every Democrat in Congress is a nigger and Hill&Billy Clinton are the King and Queen of the niggers.

And everyone that has ever even associated themselves with the make believe “Nation” of Islam or claims that their last name is “X” is also a nigger. Unless they’ve thought better of it and repented. I’ve done many dumb things and my Daddy has always forgiven me when I’ve repented. So, I’m quick with the forgiveness, too.

So who wants to start with the demonizing or distancing? I double-blog dare ya.

I just discovered that our friend from Oz has put up a new mix that I know you all will like. Go and listen. (Be warned that it’s 7.2 MB but it’s well worth it.)

Jamie, where’s the love, bro? I gotta find out it’s there through a comment on somebody else’s blog linking to a comment on yet another blog where you posted the link? ‘S up with that?

I’m not upset because I want you to inform me every time you do something on my server. Nahh. I told you to do whatever you want there and I meant it. I’m just a little hurt, I guess. You’re pushing out the cool with a shovel and I have to find out like a common blog plebe?

I wanna be inside the inside loop, dog. The man that knows the man.

Seriously, everyone, that mix is awesome. Jamie’s a talented bloke and this one’s anointed, in my opinion. (Just don’t go poking around his other audio stuff lightly. I know some of you have delicate sensibilities and you’ve been warned: This kind of thing is not all Jamie does with sound. Most of you won’t like all of his stuff as much as this one.)

Also, some context might help. Jamie posted this mix in a discussion at Vox’s as part of this comment:

No. George, you’re right there. Americans will never be average. Never. You *few* guys left are the front lines for God. This I know. Nothing will change that, no matter how small you become.

But I like to stick it to you yank bastards when I get the chance!

*You understand*

Obviously the strength of my Christianity has been influenced by America…

While you curse yourselves, some grow from and praise what’s left…

Jamie knows far more about American politics, political history and economics than most Americans and more about American pop culture than some. As I’ve said before, Jamie, you’ve always got a place to stay in North Texas, even if I don’t cotton to being called “yank.”

This is by far the funniest thing I’ve read in a while. Just a bit to whet your appetite:

SYDNEY (Reuters) – An Australian man built up a 40,000-volt charge of static electricity in his clothes as he walked, leaving a trail of scorched carpet and molten plastic and forcing firefighters to evacuate a building.

Frank Clewer, who was wearing a woolen shirt and a synthetic nylon jacket, was oblivious to the growing electrical current that was building up as his clothes rubbed together.

Go read the whole thing. It’s well worth it.

I’ve taken a couple of days off from blogging, commenting and chatting because it suddenly became apparent to me that my house was out of order. Once again. I spent the first part of the last 48 hours or so just crying out to God begging for His help and most of the latter repenting and getting things straightened out with Daddy.

After whining and begging like a baby off and on for a couple hours, I finally wised up and said, “Father, where have I missed it? I know better than this and I know that the lack of response I’m getting from You isn’t Your fault. Show me everywhere I’ve missed it and how I got to this point where You seem so distant when I feel like I need You the most.”

He’s faithful. When you finally ask the right question, He gives you an immediate response and it will be thorough, too.

He showed me all of it, I repented and He immediately responded, “It’s OK, son. Let’s get you patched up and move on. We’ve got work to do.” He is so good. All the time.

I’m sharing this because, though some of what He showed me is none of your business, some of the rest directly relates to y’all that are regular readers around here. I feel foolish and ashamed now at what this blog has become over recent weeks. It’s ugly and I didn’t even realize it was happening. I’ve shared before that even though I didn’t realize it at the time, Daddy started this blog for a reason. For a long time it was quite beautiful and I’ve allowed it to become contaminated at the same time that I allowed myself to be contaminated.

The other reason I’m sharing this is that how it happened is a hard lesson that I’ve already had to learn more than once and maybe by repeating what many of you already know, I can be a reminder and save you some grief.

It all happened very subtly and I didn’t even see it. It was so gradual. Channel surfing or watching reruns of “Bonanza” instead of the great Christian programming that feeds me. Through a series of individual and seemingly insignificant changes, I went from having praise and worship playing in four different rooms of my house 24/7 a couple of months ago, to having none playing over the last couple of weeks. At the same time, I was immersing myself in chat and blog commenting. It was all with wonderful Christian people, but it was also one of the things taking my time away from the Word. Also, again, without me even noticing.

When I asked God to show me what was blocking me from being able to receive from Him, Holy Spirit simply said two words. “Unrepented sin.” That baffled me because I had already taken inventory. So I asked for clarification and was immediately sent to Proverbs 4:20-27, specifically verse 21. And then to a few of the many other places we are commanded to keep His Word always before us.

Oops. Yeah. I messed up there, huh? If anything in your life has become more important than the Word, you’re headed for destruction.

This blog has certainly been showing it. Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks and I have been putting mostly junk in there for a while now. When I scrolled back down this page tonight I realized there’s been mostly silliness and junk here for quite a while. But Daddy and are square again now. I’ve gotten my priorities back in order and it will start to be reflected here, effective immediately.

If the poor black people are poor because of the evil white people, then how am I kind, generous, white and poor?

Lemme make it easier.

Just tell me again how it’s my fault. Please!

I don’t wanna publish my “nigger” post. I really don’t.

You can stop it, but don’t ever think I won’t do it. I have nothing to lose. It’s already wriiten, so posting it’s just a little clickety-click. And as a man once sung, “These are desperate times.”