Revival This Week

Beginning Wednesday, October 29 - Friday, October 31 at 7pm nightly, I have the distinct and august privilege of conducting the fall revival at New Mt. Olive Baptist Church in Los Angeles, CA.

New Mt. Olive is led by a man of God who I've come to admire, Rev. Franklin Williams, M. Div. I first learned of him through my pastor and because of that a wonderful relationship has come into fruition. He and my pastor (Pastor Bobby Cain) are good friends and I praise God for the ecclesiastical connections.

What's interesting about this revival is that I did not find out about it until last night. Here's the story: I was on the phone with my former pastor in Oklahoma City (Dr. Levi L. Lenley, who is an absolute terror in the pulpit) and for more than 50 years he has criscrossed the U.S. preaching revivals and I wanted to ask him wise ways to enter that arena. Strangely enough it kept leaving my mind as new subjects arose and we traveled down memory lane. During our conversation, Rev. Jamain Lewis, an associate minister at New Mt. Olive called me repeatedly, but I did not want to break the conversation with my former pastor seeing that we have not had a chance to speak since I was in Oklahoma City last May.

After my conversation with Dr. Lenley I called Rev. Lewis back and lo and behold he tells me about his pastor's invitation to me to conduct a revival. I was floored at how God was working. It was already in my spirit about doing revivals, I was, quite honestly, attempting to open up my own door (the Abrahamic syndrome), but God in his faithfulness closed that door and opened up the door that he wanted me to go through.

So, if you're free 10/29-10-31 please stop by New Mt. Olive Baptist church at 448 E. 99th St. in Los Angeles. If you need further directions email me at the address on my profile. I humbly solicit your prayers.

Women in Ministry

I know the picture to the left may create tension and just a few short months ago caused much controversy within "Christendom" (and I use that term lightly). However, I intentionally used the picture to 1) create tension for critical thought, and 2) to foster a discussion of the role of women in ministry.

I won't provide any answers, thoughts, or conclusions until the conversation has went around the block at least once. I'd really like to hear from you on this one. I don't yet have the visitors that my new found friend Pastor Fitts does (you should check out his blog if you haven't, it's a good'un), but I'm coming along.

I'm sure you're already familiar with the proof texts for each side of the argument. :)

My First Paper-My First Grade

Dr. Daniel Draney, an adjunct professor of history at Fuller Theological Seminary called my name last night and handed me back my first paper in seminary since the spring of 2002. (Previously, I attended Phillips Theological Seminary in Tulsa, OK) I reluctantly took it. As I began to peruse through it, I was highly appreciative that he did not make his comments in red, but rather in pencil. Red marks always seem to hurt a little more.

I turned each page slowly, noting his correction of minor grammatical errors. He also wrote a couple of questions in the margins that pointed to the need for more clarity. As I was taking in the constructive criticism, I started to get nervous as I knew I was reaching the last page where I would see my grade. The last page contained a small paragraph noting that my paper was a "little difficult to follow" and that my sentence structure was at times "long and cumbersome." Altogether, he noted that I had a good understanding of the text and gave me pointers on concision and succinctness and how to illustrate a point by saying less.

I absolutely embraced his critique and accepted it wholeheartedly. It's been 7 years since I've done critical writing and my writing now has a proclivity to take on more of a sermon-esque approach. Now the challenge will be to prevent my sermons from sounding like my critical writing assignments. I must quickly re-learn the balancing act between the two.

Now the paper was due on October 13th. Class began September 29th. Because of a lack of finances I didn't get my books until October 10th. My grade was a "B." To have a 259-page book for 2.5 days and write a comprehensive 5-7 page report and get a "B" was an accomplishment within itself.

Unfortunately, I opened my big mouth and revealed that I had only had the book for a short time, and unintentionally caused some angst for those who received the same grade, but had had the book for 3 weeks. :)

When I saw their reaction I thought it a good idea not to tell them that I didn't read the whole book and only made it to page 97 and basically wrote on what I read. Fortunately, for me, the author continued in the same vein and built on his foundational argument that he made in the first 100 pages. All I can say is God is good! The professor usually puts one book on reserve, but it was already taken.

Oh yeah, the book we read (and I will read the rest of the book) was "The Next Christendom: The Coming of Global Christianity" by Philip Jenkins. Good book.

Princeton-Educated Blacks and the Black Community

The title of this post is the title Michelle LaVaughn Robinson (now Obama) used as her senior thesis as an undergraduate student at Princeton University. Subsequently, she graduated with cum laude honors in 1985 and enrolled in Harvard Law School the same year and graduated in 1988.

Sophisticated, polished beautiful, effervescent, and exemplary are all words that aptly describe Michelle Obama. She is every bit of that description and much more. Ironically, those adjectives seem to mirror the characteristics of my wife. :)

It is not a clandestine fact that I support the Obama ticket for President. If you read my earlier blogs you will discover that although I am a fundamentalist at heart, I have many good reasons for my choice.

However, it is strange to me that you literally have a husband-wife team that attended Ivy League institutions for their undergraduate degrees and ensuing Juris Doctorates, worked as community organizers in one of the toughest cities in America, but yet are purported as having no experience. Conversely, if you look at Senator McCain's grades and conduct in the Naval Academy they are quite alarming and don't seem to contribute to the makings of Presidential character.

Contrary to popular belief and sentiment, the point is not to degrade McCain, what he's done for this country cannot be refuted or repaid for that matter, and anyone who denies him that honor, is anti-American, period.

The point is that it seems no matter how much African-Americans do, how much they achieve (even if we excel at the "same" schools that we were previously denied admission due to color), or how many barriers we break, we're not judged on a level playing field. It's almost as if there's a whisper saying, "Yeah, you're Ivy League educated, you're lawyers, you've gained respect in the community, but President...sigh...wake up and smell the coffee and go work for a firm, your sights are set too high!"

I think we can scoff at our scoffers now, whether they win or lose. READ Michelle's entire undergraduate senior thesis provided by http://www.politico.com/ and a condensed biography of Michelle.

Remember the words of Frederick Douglass, "Without struggle, there is no progress."

How Far We've Come

As a 30-year African-American male I am well aware that I do not have the frame of reference concerning the historicity of the African in America save the living memory of those who endured the struggle, books, and a host of TV documentaries.

I am living from the advantage of retrospect. I am a reaper of the benefits of more than 400-years of struggle. My generation is the living fulfillment of prophecy that came to pass in due time by the shedding of innocent blood.

I have the ability to look back, but it is vicarious in nature, and therefore leaves me at the point of sympathy only hoping to empathize with the struggles my predecessors in America. Even the label, title, ethnic designation of "African-American, is only a small peek into our struggle in this country.

It raises two serious questions. When did we become or are we now considered Americans? Why the designation African-American? For every minority there is a specific label that seems to almost make the point that you are what you are before you are an American and you will always be that. African-American, Latino-American, Asian-American, et al. Additionally, if you think about it, how we even got to be called African-Americans is a story all in itself that subsequent generations prior to the struggle have little or no appreciation for.

Am I proud to be an descendant of the great continent of Africa? I am now more than ever before. I am chagrined at the fact that those who are of European descent have never referred to themselves as English-American, Euro-American, British-American, but choose to place honor upon themselves as indigenous to this land. Bitter I am not, but enlightened and free from the darkness of ignorance I am...don't get it twisted.

I'm not waiting on my mule. I'm not not impatiently tapping my foot for my 40 acres. I'm not sitting here with Betty Boop eyes looking for a hand out, but I refuse to let my ancestors die in vain. I refuse to allow my God-given abilities, gifts, and talents to be squandered and beleaguered by the vicissitudes of the present while ignoring the achievements of the past that were designed to bridge a gap between "deferred dreams" and overcoming realities.

Many of us have differing positions on Barack Obama, but let's agree on one thing, he is somewhat the embodiment of what our people have fought for. When was the last time you drunk from a public water fountain long enough to feel a policeman's nightstick over your back, the slap to your face, or the voice that yelled, "Nigger, what are you doing?" When was the last time you were refused, not delayed, but refused service at a restaurant because of your pigmentation? When can you recall being told to move to the back of the bus because you're black? When was the last you doctored wounds from water hoses from a fire engine shooting out in excess of 40 mph at unguarded human flesh? These are questions that we should ruminate over and gain appreciation for what is currently taking place in America.

Recently, (even you staunch right-wingers must admit this) persons at Gov. Palin's rally's have desperately tried to force us to take steps backwards into the past with cries of "kill him", "he's a terrorist", and other things I deem inappropriate for this blog.

Amazingly, this has been excused as political passion not only by the RNC, but also by the McCain campaign.

My question to those of you who equate Christian fundamentalism with the Republican agenda, and are unapologetically African-American, how can you stand idly by and approve of this, while ignoring the great achievements of the man in question. Is this any different than justifying racism, slavery, hatred, unequal rights, disparity in the quality of education, etc? Throw down your partisan license, swallow your puritanical pride and look at the facts and see it for what it really is. While we're fighting over abortion rights and same-sex unions (again, don't get it twisted, I'm fighting for that too), we're ignoring the blood of our forefathers and fore-mothers that are crying out from numerous graves untold to acknowledge the validation of their sacrifice that is culminating (whether you like him or not...the Jews didn't like Jesus) in the person of Barack Obama. It's not a full culmination and I'm definitely not comparing Barack to Jesus, he ain't that, but it's something to acknowledge.

I beg you, look how far we've come.

Count It All Joy!

Many of you have already read this article and have provided very helpful comments on it, much of which I appreciate as this article is extremely transparent. For those of you who are just perusing through Blogger or check out my blog from time to time, know that I wrote this approximately December of last year and God provided some healing through it. Yes, it's all true and it's still healing me now. After this is up for a while, I've got some testimonies that I'll post that relate to the challenges my family was facing when I wrote this article. It was featured on www.blackgospel.com for about six months. Enjoy.

Yes! It was me. I admit it. I’ll be honest and candid. I won’t hold anything back, I won’t omit anything, and I’ll willingly provide a full confessional, the no-holds barred, unabridged, full-length version for your reading pleasure. Here goes: I got angry reading the Bible.

Okay, I said it. I got angry reading the Bible. Yes, the Bible! It was an unexpected eruption of emotions that dared to confront the belief system that I have adhered to unquestioningly my entire life. Unbeknownst to me, I had now officially entered a crossroads, a defining moment, the proverbial turning point, the colossal dark tunnel, where only definitive, hard-nosed decisions, based on faith, and irrespective of facts, can be made.

Before you examine me with your spiritual stethoscope, open the Jesus Pharmacy, and write enough scriptural prescriptions to induce a Holy Ghost overdose, allow me to explain myself.

Imagine your sister being sick with three (3) known diseases and two (2) unknown diseases, she’s rushed to the emergency room seventeen (17) times in one year, your mother is on the verge of being put on the street, your wife just gave birth to your child and the company she works for downsizes and lays her off, overtime is eliminated at your job, there’s a three-day eviction notice on your door, your mother-in-law is in her second battle with cancer, your doctor tells you that in your late 20’s you’ve got an enlarged prostate, you’re getting collection notices every other day in the mail, you’re borrowing food from friends, you receive cut-off notices for your electricity, gas, and water, financial promises are broken, outright lies are being spread about you, your best friend won’t return your calls, and then one day you read the book of James, chapter 1, verse 2, and a volcano of suppressed emotions erupts in a landslide of molten rock anger.

I can’t believe James had the audacity to say what he just said. I felt like asking, “Where are the cameras? Is he serious? Is this for real? Is this a cruel joke?” I sat there and shook my head in dismal disbelief. I distinctly remember silently shouting to the top of my soul, “Is this all? Is this the answer you have for me?”

For those of you who are not aware, in the Bible, in the New Testament, in a book called James, chapter 1, verse two, this apostle, who is believed to be the half-brother of Jesus Christ makes a statement that I’ve read a thousand times before, but this was the first time it induced anger.
I read it in the King James Version and it said, “My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations.” When I read it I didn’t like it. It didn’t at all appeal to me or seem to be an immediate remedy to my situation. So I thought, “Let me read it in another translation and maybe that will help. So I read it from the New Living Translation and this is what it said, “Dear brothers and sisters, whenever trouble comes your way, let it be an opportunity for joy. That didn’t quite hit the spot either, so I decided to give it another try with another translation. Three times a charm, right?

This time I picked up the New International Version, the good ole NIV. This is what it said, “Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds.”
I said to myself, “Okay, Okay, this is wearing a little thin. I’m running out of patience. My back is against the wall. It’s been one thing after another. I’m broke. I’m all out of ideas and I don’t know what to do. I need an answer and I need it now.” Something inside of me said, “Read the next verse.” And so I did. I read it in the New Living Translation and this is what is said, “For when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow.” I was taken aback and so I read the next verse and this is what it said, “So let it grow, for when your endurance is fully developed, you will be strong in character and ready for anything.”

As I sat there I began to ponder over what I had just read. Was James really suggesting to me that this enormous, gargantuan predicament that has blistered me from all sides should be considered something to be joyful about?

The answer came back to me, “Yes.” I said, “Yes?” The answer came roaring back, “Yes, be joyful…about ALL of it.” For some strange reason I started to laugh out loud. The proposition seemed so preposterous that no other emotion seemed to surface other than laughter. Then it hit me. I had allowed every other emotion to rise to the forefront including anger, fear, regret, bewilderment, doubt, terror, dread, apprehension, and even pride, but I suddenly realized I had never let joy have an opportunity to have a say. I went to the door of my soul. All of the lights were out. It was pitch black, the darkness revealing the decadence that had consumed me. I peeked through the peephole to see if joy was still there. She was. I became excited and so I tried to open the door and it wouldn’t open. I tried again. Nothing. I tried again. Nothing still. I became frustrated. What was going on? I read the scripture. I got message. What’s wrong? How do I let joy in?

I heard something whisper, “Enter into his gates with thanksgiving and enter his courts with praise.” Now, I don’t want to be too preacher-esque, I just want to tell you what happened. I didn’t feel like praising God and I didn’t want to either, and I didn’t necessarily find the situation that I was in joyful, but I just considered it joy anyway. To be honest there really wasn’t anything left to do; I had considered it pain, trouble, heartache, struggle, unfairness, mistreatment, and anything else negative my mind could think of. And at the time that’s all I could consider it because I was considering what I was experiencing in the present tense and not in the future tense of what God was doing

I never considered that God was working, that it was a test to bring me to another level, that it wasn’t a demotion, but a promotion, that the nest of my life was being shaken like a baby eagle, because it was time for me to fly, that God wasn’t angry with me, he was pleased with me and was using trouble to promote me. Have you ever considered that? If you do, you may find that you will be able to consider everything that you’re going through as joy. You may find that when you focus on what God has promised you instead of your present circumstances it will give happiness because regardless of the present situation, it will work out for your good. Count it all joy. I know it’s nothing to smile about, but smile anyway, the best is yet to come and the storm is almost over. Count it all joy. I know the easiest option is give up, but trust God anyway and you’ll discover that you will come out on top. Count it all joy. God will give you patience to endure. He’ll give you a second wind and most importantly he’ll give you peace as you go through it.

So start adding up all your troubles, all your pain, all your disappointments, all your heartaches, all your trials and tribulations, consider them joy because soon they will only be a memory that reminds you of how powerful, merciful and gracious God is.

Remember what the apostle Paul said in Romans 8:18, “Yet what we suffer now is nothing compared to the glory he will give us later.”


Count it ALL joy.

Spiritual Identity Theft

This past Sunday at our 8:30 service I was afforded the privilege and grand opportunity to share the Word of God with our church again.

At exactly, 8:34 p.m., on Saturday evening, the 10th of October, I was sitting in a corner of Starbucks in Long Beach, CA reading required texts from my Modern Church History class, in preparation for writing a 7-page book review. The view I had was perfect. I could see everyone come in and I could watch everyone go out and I was close enough to the door, that if a robbery ensued, I could escape, virtually unscathed. Don't be so taken aback by my statement. Those indigenous to the "Westside", as it were, have difficulty admitting that there are imminent dangers here, especially in the heartland of Snoop-Doggy Dogg. Hey, I'm in self-preservation mode just like the rest of us...relax, I'm just kidding. I'M JUST KIDDING! (I know I'll get comments about that)

About 8:36 pm, I noticed my phone blinking. I didn't answer it at first because I noticed an elderly gentleman to my peripheral left fidgeting with the men's restroom door handle, not recognizing that it was obviously locked with someone in there. That was becoming rather annoying. I suppose he was waiting for that angel that rescued Paul and Silas out of jail in Acts 16 to open the door for him. Oh well, probably drunk too much coffee. By the way, the angel didn't show...sorry.

I then noticed an "out of order" sign on the women's restroom and a line of men and women begin to form close to my reading area. I then regretted the area I had chosen to sit. I noticed the phone was still blinking. Finally, I picked it up. It was my wife and she says, "Pastor just called and asked me did you know that you're supposed to preach in the morning." Immediately, I started laughing because 1) no one told me anything, and 2) my wife had sent me a text 20 minutes earlier asking me was I preaching for early morning service. I proceeded by verbally ordaining her as a New Testament prophetess!

I hung up with my wife to my daughter yelling, Daddy! Daddy! in the background. The feeling that produces cannot be contained in any vernacular, dialect, colloquialism, or otherwise. It is simply phenomenal. My next call was to my pastor and as soon as he knew it was me he proceeded to ask me would I have enough time to prepare for tomorrow and he apologized for the late notification. I told him, "You always told me to have a sermon in my head, my heart, and one in my bag, so I'm ready. He started laughing. He said, "Well, I just wanted to check."

It seemed immediately the Lord placed 2 Corinthians 11:4 on my mind. It reads, For if he that cometh preacheth another Jesus, whom we have not preached, or [if] ye receive another spirit, which ye have not received, or another gospel, which ye have not accepted, ye might well bear with [him].

Immediately, I noticed three (3) things; another Jesus, another spirit, another gospel. So I had to ask myself some questions, who is Jesus, what is "the Spirit" and what is the Gospel among other pertinent questions that the text presents.

After I answered these questions (I know you want to know "how" I answered them, but this post is already too long, email me and I'll mail you the CD, seriously I will), it occurred to me that spiritual identity theft was transpiring in the body of Christ. I knew another Jesus, spirit, and gospel, was being presented, I just never thought about it in terms of identity theft.

The people were blessed and that's all that matters. It was hard not to close with Calvary on this one, I even whooped a little. :) I attend a black Southern Baptist Church and that doesn't happen often! I just had to bring a little of my COGIC upbringing in on this one!

I Decided to Know

No one should have witnessed as much in the church as I did at such an early age. Don't misunderstand my statement. It wasn't entirely negative, but it wasn't entirely positive either. From serving as an administrator at the tender of age 14 to years later in my collegiate experience watching evangelists whisper their phone numbers in women's ears pretending to prophecy a "word from God", I think I can safely say that I've seen it all; and if it's not all, it's enough to understand that ignorance is not bliss and that one must literally watch and pray.

From authentic to not so authentic, God has privileged me to experience a wide spectrum and array of the wonderful colors of Christendom. I've seen true-blue and ugly red, I've witnessed the power of God, and the empty fallacious, babblings of the high-minded scholar and the illogical and indiscernible rantings of the chaotically charismatic.

Fortunately, through the power and grace of God I was able to maintain integrity, sanity, and soundness of mind and allow these invaluable experiences to broaden my scope and expand my horizons. There were times when I was so angry at what I was witnessing that my vision narrowed and I almost fell prey to being consumed by internal indignation. It's the kind of anger that points out what everyone else is doing and issues you a "Get Out of Jail Free" card. What it forced me to do was to be candid and honest with myself as it relates to why I was preaching.

Was it to be considered among the scholarly elite? Was it to be among the spiritual gifted elite?

It was through the inevitable vicissitudes of life that I found myself enrolled in the University of Perfection, where God the Father is Chancellor, Jesus is President, and the Holy Spirit is Teacher that I began to learn about what it truly means to be an ambassador of Christ with respect to handling issues in the church.

It was at this time that I began to formulate my personal philosophy of ministry based on this verse, "For I decided to know nothing (emphasis mine) among you except Jesus Christ and him crucified." (1 Corinthians 2:2 ESV)

I don't want to purport the idea that I'm heavenly bound and no earthly good, however, it was crucial and vital while in the infancy of my preaching ministry that I grasp the concept of who I was and whose I was, and what and who I was preaching for.

I'm well aware that in this passage Paul is defending his manner of preaching and in a sense, ultimately, his apostolic authority. So forgive me if I am somewhat "principilizing" the text (with due deference to the context) to make the point that when I preach, pray, sing, play, or whatever, I am doing my best to only be concerned that people know Jesus.

Existentialism-What It Means to Be

The basic idea of existentialism according to the North American Encarta Dictionary is: a philosophical movement that denies that the universe has any intrinsic meaning or purpose. It requires people to take responsibility for their own actions and shape their own destinies.

In layman's terms, what it means to be existential is to be increasingly concerned with what it means to be human, how to respond morally and ethically as a human with respect to the rest of the world, and to be aware of one's personal philosophy, that is, a person's self-chosen mode of existence as it relates to the world around them.

Well, maybe that wasn't exactly layman's terms, but you get the point. In my view, much of what is preached in the Protestant African-American tradition is existential. Not from the perspective of shaping our own destiny, but the African-American experience in this country has continually been the struggle to identify and distinguish ourselves as human beings. That type of preaching has been dubbed as "liberation theology." Its basic attempt is to somehow unshackle the psychological bondage brought on by physical enslavement. Read Carter G. Woodson's, "The Miseducation of the Negro."



This distinction can also be seen in the constant modification of the labeling of our ethnic group; -African-negro-nigger-black-African American-and even now on some employment applications "black" and "African-American" have been omitted and replaced by, "Not of Hispanic descent."



Ultimately, we find who are from God's Word, but we are still human and sometimes it helps to view this from an existentialist perspective as we seek to define where we are, who we are, and sometimes even why we are (for the deep Christians) and how we respond to the external surroundings.


I want to make it clear that I am not an existentialist as it relates to self-creation, external happiness absolute freedom, et al. I am simply looking at it from the point of view of human nature (which we know is depraved), however it is interesting to ponder.


I'll write more on this soon. Your comments are welcome.

I Got To Get Out of Here

Eclectic, diverse, different, zany, acutely extrovert, you may even call his style irreverent (although that would be a stretch too far), but whatever adjective you choose to label Tye Tribbett, there's one attribute that is undeniably present: anointing.

In the Old Testament the word anointing simply meant a mark or smear that was placed on someone to indicate to the community that the Spirit of God was resting upon that individual for a particular purpose. (In the New Testament all of us have that "mark", The Holy Spirit, who is the anointing of God, often referred to as the "seal")

With a smorgasbord of musical styles and genres that are intentionally, intricately, and masterfully woven together to produce a sound that is devoid of cultural and ethnic limitations, Tribbett's latest offering does not disappoint musically or lyrically.

My favorite song is "The Prodigal Son." Check out the lyrics here. There's a portion of this song where a certain diminished chord is used to reflect the feeling of the words, "I got to get out of here I got to get out of here, I wanna be with you."

The great thing about this song is that Tye takes you back to when he was that prodigal son. You can hear it in the lyrics. You can feel it in the music and instead of marveling at the lyrics and musical composition you find yourself engaged in self-reflection with the Spirit of God reminding you of the "hidden pig pens" of your own life. That's when music is anointed, when it moves past the outer court (the flesh), into the inner court (the soul), and on to where God speaks, the holy of holies (the spirit).

Times of Refreshing (Prayer Revival)

My tirade on the McCain-Palin campaign has officially ceased. Although, I have much to say about these new attacks against Barack, I will refrain and allow the remaining calendar days of this historic election to play out. I hope you watch the debate tonight. It should be very interesting. Now to the task at hand.

About two weeks ago our church hosted a Prayer Revival. Ever been in one of those? It's usually a 3-5 day biblical self-examination that poses several questions to each individual believer, "Where are you with God? Are you parlaying in his permissive will afraid to expose the hidden issues of the heart and missing the privileges of his perfect will? Do pet sins find safe haven in your refusal to confess your faults?

Not only does the revival focus on the negative, (I use that word loosely), but there is also a positive aspect that is to be observed - reconnecting to God in prayer. At times all of us need a recharging of sorts, a jump start, an external inspiration, to get us going again. It helps us get down to the real concerns in our lives and reminds us, "that we have not because we ask not."

The apostle James asked in his epistle, "Why are there quarrels and wars among you?" The answer is simple: it comes from the desires within us. We ask mama, grandma, best friend, sister, brother, etc. for what we want and when they don't deliver, watch out! Finally, we come to our senses and ask God.

In closing, it was a chance for our whole church to look at ourselves, our shortcomings, our needs, our relationship with God, and the privilege we have to come to him...it indeed was a "personal" revival.

Sarah Palin IS NOT QUALIFIED!

I'm speechless after reading these articles. I have no idea what to say. From a purely intellectual standpoint, has America become so desensitized that the obvious and apparent is ignored to the point that it's actually a good thing?

Usually, I would say read and enjoy, but you won't enjoy this, but read it anyway. I know I'll be called a sexist, a bigot, and a number of other things, but that's okay because this is getting ridiculous; Sarah Palin IS NOT QUALIFIED!

Palin Doesn't Need to Pass IQ Test at Tonight's Debate

Palin Needs to Put Country First by Stepping Down

Nothing to Say

The Struggles of Sarah Palin

I know it's a lot to read, but it's worth it.

I know I haven't been writing real articles lately, but expect a few real soon.

Here's a link to some very funny cartoons about Sarah Palin.

Stop the Insanity

There are times when things are laughable, derisory, and just downright preposterous. Reason and logic have been abandoned for the changing tide and the sweeping winds of redundancy and the uncommon ability to avoid making any sense whatsoever.

This morning while I was making my normal commute to work I began to listen to KPCC 89.3 FM the NPR station here in Southern California. (also 89.9 FM) The host had Senator John McCain on to answer some questions about the bailout plan and his vice-presidential running mate, Gov. Sarah Palin. Here's a transcript of the interview. I am convinced that Senator McCain has mastered the art of telling a lie. Check out a portion of the interview.

NPR: Given what you’ve said Senator, is there an occasion where you could imagine turning to Governor Palin for advice in a foreign policy crisis.

MCCAIN: I’ve turned to her advice many times in the past, I can’t imagine turning to Senator Obama or Senator Biden because they’ve been wrong. They were wrong about Iraq, wrong about Russia –

I wonder how many times you have turned to her. Admittedly, you've only known her six weeks. After 27 years in the Senate, bi-partisan experience out the nose, a world traveler respected by numerous foreign leaders and you let someone you've known for six weeks advise you many times about foreign policy. I guess she sees more than Russia outside her window.

NPR: But would you turn to Governor Palin?

MCCAIN: I certainly wouldn’t turn to them, and I’ve already turned to Governor Palin particularly on energy issues and I’ve appreciated her background and knowledge on that and many other issues.

Wow! Couldn't and wouldn't answer the question, then just flat-out lies about this woman's importance in his campaign. He knows he has never asked her anything.

Folks if McCain is elected and dies...well my mother used to say, "You thought like "Lit". You gotta be REAL old school to know what I'm talking about to get that.