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Sunday, July 24, 2016
Friday, July 15, 2016
Monday, July 11, 2016
Dis-aray
This is a great county. We live in the best country in the world. Well, that's how we've branded ourselves over the past 200 years. I happen to agree with this, but I think it's time to quit resting on our reputation. See, I think, no I contend that we don't improve our country because we use the best as the excuse. So, when someone complains about the goings on inside the US, inevitably someone says, "Yeah, but we are the best country in the world." Hinting that we should be glad of where we are, because we could have worse.
I don't like this. It's like, we can't make the country better because comparatively, we are. I think we need to rethink how we approach being the best. We much innovate and be better. Here's a clip from "The Newsroom" and now cancelled HBO show:
This video brings up some of the things we need to think about. How can we be number 1 when we refuse to continue.
As I watch us war against one another on primetime TV, and I think, how can we continue? We are in such a contentious time that we have forgotten that we are all Americans.
We are part of the problem or the solution. I choose solution.
I don't like this. It's like, we can't make the country better because comparatively, we are. I think we need to rethink how we approach being the best. We much innovate and be better. Here's a clip from "The Newsroom" and now cancelled HBO show:
This video brings up some of the things we need to think about. How can we be number 1 when we refuse to continue.
As I watch us war against one another on primetime TV, and I think, how can we continue? We are in such a contentious time that we have forgotten that we are all Americans.
We are part of the problem or the solution. I choose solution.
Monday, March 14, 2016
Is it over yet?
Here we are again. We're on a fun little journey of a Presidential election cycle.... Yes, this means all of your friends... and enemies are blasting their social networks with their political persuasion. All of them have become constitutional lawyers because they know what the forefather meant word-by-word. It's the part of social networks that I loathe.
Yes, we are all entitled to our opinions. You will never hear me say anything but that, but before Facebook and Twitter is was something you didn't feel like you had to share every day on the hour.
This has been particularly crazy election cycle, as both sides are really hammering each other. You've got a massive cross-section of politics from socialism to anti-governmental rhetoric. This has also been a super nasty season and cycle. The narrative is divisive. The politicians are divisive. The parties are divisive. We are divisive.
We are fractured. We are splintered. We are caught in the middle. We are caught in the fringe. We are caught up in a 24-hour news cycle that is not taking any prisoners. We've politicians talking about the size of their manhood. Politicians talking about how they are the continuation of President Obama. Politicians who are not the establishment candidate, and who are, and who are accused of being. Politicians talking about big banks and how corrupt they are. Politicians talking about abolishing the FBI. Really we have a lot of politicians talking about a lot of things, that I think a lot of us don't care about. We have politicians "debating" on TV almost every night. Again, lots of talk, little substance.
This is really more of a reality TV show than a President of the United States cycle. It's like the Real Housewives, mixed with Survivor, and we're over here on naked and afraid. I am sure our forefathers are mortified because I am mortified.
What makes this such a unique year is that this is happening on both sides and between both sides. We feed this. We are fed by this.
Part of the problem is we see our opinions as the most important, and if you disagree you are my enemy. That's what I think is the saddest part of this whole thing. We have decided that we are enemies if we don't agree, and if we do we are friends. We have to stop that. We must see others as people, not as things. We have got to stop the bickering, and bad mouthing, and the grandstanding. We are either all Americans, or we all are not. It's okay to disagree, and it's okay to listen to opinions that we think are wrong. We show our insecurity when we think we have to convert people to our side. What makes America a great country is that we can disagree, and we can still be in the same country.
Turn off your TV and talk to someone with whom you disagree, and listen. Seek to understand not to be understood. Stop feeding the machine.
Yes, we are all entitled to our opinions. You will never hear me say anything but that, but before Facebook and Twitter is was something you didn't feel like you had to share every day on the hour.
This has been particularly crazy election cycle, as both sides are really hammering each other. You've got a massive cross-section of politics from socialism to anti-governmental rhetoric. This has also been a super nasty season and cycle. The narrative is divisive. The politicians are divisive. The parties are divisive. We are divisive.
We are fractured. We are splintered. We are caught in the middle. We are caught in the fringe. We are caught up in a 24-hour news cycle that is not taking any prisoners. We've politicians talking about the size of their manhood. Politicians talking about how they are the continuation of President Obama. Politicians who are not the establishment candidate, and who are, and who are accused of being. Politicians talking about big banks and how corrupt they are. Politicians talking about abolishing the FBI. Really we have a lot of politicians talking about a lot of things, that I think a lot of us don't care about. We have politicians "debating" on TV almost every night. Again, lots of talk, little substance.
This is really more of a reality TV show than a President of the United States cycle. It's like the Real Housewives, mixed with Survivor, and we're over here on naked and afraid. I am sure our forefathers are mortified because I am mortified.
What makes this such a unique year is that this is happening on both sides and between both sides. We feed this. We are fed by this.
Part of the problem is we see our opinions as the most important, and if you disagree you are my enemy. That's what I think is the saddest part of this whole thing. We have decided that we are enemies if we don't agree, and if we do we are friends. We have to stop that. We must see others as people, not as things. We have got to stop the bickering, and bad mouthing, and the grandstanding. We are either all Americans, or we all are not. It's okay to disagree, and it's okay to listen to opinions that we think are wrong. We show our insecurity when we think we have to convert people to our side. What makes America a great country is that we can disagree, and we can still be in the same country.
Turn off your TV and talk to someone with whom you disagree, and listen. Seek to understand not to be understood. Stop feeding the machine.
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Friday, September 11, 2015
There was good on 9/11
September 11, 2001, was quite a day in our history. It was the day that we knew we would never forget. It was a day that challenged the very fiber of our Nation's being. It was a day that I remember almost minute by minute.
I remember sitting and wondering how calculated were these attacks, are they going to fly a plane into Pantex. I thought this, and looking back what a shallow thing to think about in a moment of hysteria. My mind went to me. I even chided myself at that moment. There were going to be thousands of families who would have empty seats at the dinner table that evening and forever. Families were going to grieve, and here I was, worried about my safety. I remember having this internal dialogue with myself while I sat and watched the buildings fall in complete horror.
I found myself seeing the world differently, and fully all in the same time. I could no longer feel like this isolated person who didn't care about others. Because, I certainly did care about others. I cared deeply for others. My heart was hurting. My soul wept for the families, for the broken and lost families.
This was the moment. This was the moment that, what I am today, began. I watched up on the TV the comradery of our nation. I saw us united by tragedy, Churches overflowing with people. The connectedness and love being seen. Everyone feeling like it was our duty to appreciate our neighbors. We felt the melting pot of humanity was the tie that bound us together. We were a strong nation that day and the months after. We could not have been a more solid people. There was an electrical current or love that seemed to keep us sane in the midst of an insane time.
We were intentional in our outpouring of support for our nation. It was a time when there was a sense that we could accomplish anything. We were united for a brief moment in history.
I loved that 9/11 brought that out in us. What the heck happened. We could not be more divided, and divisive. We have gone back to throwing stones and being total jerks to one another.
It didn't take long, but those brief moments have shaped me, some would say naively, into the person I am. I believe we can work together to solve the problems that plague our society. I think we can do it. I believe it because we did. We just have to get past ourselves to do so.
That's what changed our nation. We thought of others even before ourselves.
Let's go back to that moment in September and discover ourselves again.
I remember sitting and wondering how calculated were these attacks, are they going to fly a plane into Pantex. I thought this, and looking back what a shallow thing to think about in a moment of hysteria. My mind went to me. I even chided myself at that moment. There were going to be thousands of families who would have empty seats at the dinner table that evening and forever. Families were going to grieve, and here I was, worried about my safety. I remember having this internal dialogue with myself while I sat and watched the buildings fall in complete horror.
I found myself seeing the world differently, and fully all in the same time. I could no longer feel like this isolated person who didn't care about others. Because, I certainly did care about others. I cared deeply for others. My heart was hurting. My soul wept for the families, for the broken and lost families.
This was the moment. This was the moment that, what I am today, began. I watched up on the TV the comradery of our nation. I saw us united by tragedy, Churches overflowing with people. The connectedness and love being seen. Everyone feeling like it was our duty to appreciate our neighbors. We felt the melting pot of humanity was the tie that bound us together. We were a strong nation that day and the months after. We could not have been a more solid people. There was an electrical current or love that seemed to keep us sane in the midst of an insane time.
We were intentional in our outpouring of support for our nation. It was a time when there was a sense that we could accomplish anything. We were united for a brief moment in history.
I loved that 9/11 brought that out in us. What the heck happened. We could not be more divided, and divisive. We have gone back to throwing stones and being total jerks to one another.
It didn't take long, but those brief moments have shaped me, some would say naively, into the person I am. I believe we can work together to solve the problems that plague our society. I think we can do it. I believe it because we did. We just have to get past ourselves to do so.
That's what changed our nation. We thought of others even before ourselves.
Let's go back to that moment in September and discover ourselves again.
Monday, August 24, 2015
#ClaireMusings: women in society
Since becoming a father of a little girl, I see the world very different. I see what society is telling our daughters, and who they would like to mold them to be. It's sickening. Women/girls are hated by society, and we buy into it like it's an actual reality.
Women are strong. Women are tough. Women are equal to men. Those are not the statements that we hear in our culture. We typically hear that women are property or are less than men. It's just really disgusting. It happens in The Church even more than I think we realize, but then again aren't wives supposed to submit to their husbands? I mean it's like the ladies can't get empowered or see their worth from anywhere. I was so proud of my Pastor that past weekend when he said, "Women and men are equal, God created them from one another." That seems like it should be common knowledge, but it's not and that's why I am so proud of that statement.
We have a Presidential candidate that has said some repulsive things about women. I mean, has said the most misogynistic things, and is leading in the polls. IS LEADING, by a HUGE MARGIN! We start to believe when we follow blindly.
Today I was scrolling down my Instagram feed and saw this little gem:
Women are strong. Women are tough. Women are equal to men. Those are not the statements that we hear in our culture. We typically hear that women are property or are less than men. It's just really disgusting. It happens in The Church even more than I think we realize, but then again aren't wives supposed to submit to their husbands? I mean it's like the ladies can't get empowered or see their worth from anywhere. I was so proud of my Pastor that past weekend when he said, "Women and men are equal, God created them from one another." That seems like it should be common knowledge, but it's not and that's why I am so proud of that statement.
We have a Presidential candidate that has said some repulsive things about women. I mean, has said the most misogynistic things, and is leading in the polls. IS LEADING, by a HUGE MARGIN! We start to believe when we follow blindly.
Today I was scrolling down my Instagram feed and saw this little gem:
This is a local high-priced boutique in Amarillo Texas. It's usually associated with fashion brands, but today the store just didn't choose wisely. Just what I want to get my daughter for Back To School; socks with self-proclaiming character flaws. Having my daughter wear these like a banner, telling the world that she's a brat or trashy... is well trashy.
You can look any number of places and see how devalued our society from every angle tells our girls how to look, how to dress, and how little worth they have. It's up to us, dads included, to make sure we don't let the world tell our daughters who/why they are, but we must fight against the grain to ensure our daughters have a platform that will propel them to their individual excellentness.
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