Huckabee: NOT funny. (this one can’t wait for Sunday.)

Is this seriously going to be a non-item? Come on, folks! I’m sure that the man will say that it was “merely” a dig at Obama’s position on gun control . . . but I don’t find anything even REMOTELY funny about a white (”CHRISTIAN”) Republican making jokes about someone trying to shoot Senator Obama.

And maybe Field is right . . .  maybe it’s true that this country isn’t ready for a black president . . . but I am not giving up just yet . . .  even if 68% of people polled on our local right-wing talk radio station didn’t think that this t-shirt was offensive . . . even if I saw with my own eyes the Secret Service swarming all over downtown Grand Rapids when Obama was in town . . .

this is NOT a self-pity party

 It’s just me doing just some reflecting . . .

I have had random shreds of encouragement come my way several times this week, and from sources that have surprised me. And not a moment too soon, because these things that have been said have been reminders that who I am and what I do really might make a difference in some small way. It was especially helpful/meaningful to me to hear one person tell me how much they appreciate my straightforward style, and the fact that I am honest (what some call “too honest”) and open about things.

As anyone who reads this blog already knows, I tend to have very strong opinions, and I tend to express those opinions with great passion. Unfortunately, I am (as I have often described myself) “one of those people that you either LOVE or HATE”, and not everybody is in the “Lorraine Wronski fan club”. (I have even written previously about my own faltering membership in said club.)

The hardest thing about it is that I’m still me . . . and the things that people want me to change about myself, the things that get in the way of me being/doing what I want to be and do, and of what I would deem (Spark-worthy) success, are things that make up the core of who I am. AND I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO STOP BEING ME!

Staten Island yet again . . .

Yeah, I’m from New York City . . . but what I tend to leave out is that I am from the PART of New York City that is the brunt of all jokes, and that 92% of NYC residents haven’t even stepped foot on . . .

(sigh . . . )

an Obama/Edwards ticket?

THAT would be cool.

Even though I did NOT get into the Van Andel Arena (I LOVED the irony of some of what he said about tax breaks for the wealthy few, WHILE he was in an arena that bears the name of one of said elite!) because I couldn’t leave work early enough, I did stand out in the FREEZING cold and listened over the loudspeakers. And even that was incredibly exciting, and I can’t imagine what it must’ve been like to be inside.

Luckily, others were there . . . and they had camera phones . . .

I try to remember something that occurred to me (or maybe someone else said it) when we were talking about Martin Luther King Jr. at church earlier this year . . . that a movement built on a single personality is limited/doomed to fail. That really, any human being we put our hope and trust in is bound to fail us in some way . . . that we need to put our hope in God alone, and not in any human, no matter how much hope said human being may be offering us . . .

but with that said . . . if McCain wins? I’m for REAL moving to Canada.

out of the archives–foreboding

I’m in one of those moods. 

I did end up “telling” a bunch of people, but not until after I was reasonably certain that all was well. I guess I should be glad that my sense of foreboding never panned out, and yet here I am. a bit tired/frustrated and I suppose that I should cut myself some slack here. but part of me would not have minded that other outcome . . .