Posts Tagged ‘civil rights’

leadersFor years, John Maxwell has been the Dalai Lama of leadership, the Mahatma Gandhi of success and the Zig Ziglar of… well, Zig Ziglar starter kits.

That is, until last week when he showed up in Palm Beach, Fla. Probably fresh on the heels of another great conference (I’ve been to one – that’s first-hand experience talking), he is traipsing through the terminal with some luggage that’s a little heavier than usual.

Rushing to catch a flight to Dallas, he hurls his brown, monogrammed briefcase in the TSA scanner waiting to be let through, and maybe asked for the ubiquitous autograph.

Well, he was asked for one… on the affidavit that caused him to hauled off to the pokey for carrying a handgun in said attache?!


What does he do? Well, what so many dunderheads, hunting enthusiasts, football coaches and terrorists have done before him, “Man, that’s not my gun. It’s a friend’s.” Yeah, that’ll go over well down at the station. And then, when the rolling eyes, sighs of disbelief and heavy chuckles of blacklung was enough of a clue, Maxwell offers this:

Maxwell claimed the gun was a gift that he’d forgotten about. He’d been speaking early last week at Church of the Highlands in Birmingham, Alabama, when a church member gave him the gun. It was meant for his wife, Maxwell claims, to keep her safe while he travels. He tucked it in his carry baggage, and brought it on private jet flight home. Maxwell said that he’d neglected to take the gun out of the bag.

Genius! Now, to his immense credit and smarts to escapes the PR hit, Maxwell blogs about it:

In the end, I just hope my mistake isn’t going to hurt anybody but me.

And that is what a leader does, people. So, good on ya’, Mr. Leader Guy.

However, why stop there, Johnny Boy. Write another book. Give another speech. Become Patton.

I think John Maxwell’s new book should be entitled “Lead This!” Maybe the cover would include a big frowny face, a halfwit who dropped trow at a Donald Trump conference or even some dude using his middle finger… to point, people. Come on.

Seriously. Why beat around the bush with the “21 Irrefutable Laws of Leadership,” when you have a piece in your carry-ons?! Learn to hold it gangsta’-style and teach Attitude 101 to the Bloods and Crips. Oh, and rock it in Espanol for the Latin Kings. Orale!

Two million people. A man who would be president. And a nation of millions waiting for his every word.

inaugurationThat was the summary of yesterday’s inaugural sermoner, message. And since that day, I have and read my opinions, concerns and observations. After you heard it, what did you think?

There were no zingers. No “ask not what your country will do” quotables. No rah-rah moments. Just a stoic reminder of where we are as a country and what is to come. And, since you are here interested in what little I have to prattle about, I think it’s precisely what the throng needed to hear.

“In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given,” he said. “It must be earned.”

Greatness must be earned, and whether you voted for the dude or not, he earned it; therefore, he must work on his greatness legacy through action, passion and correction. And believe me, this country will keep him true to his word.

However, those who just can’t seem find the objectivity to consider the greatness that just occurred, allow me to help you. That harmonious horde gathered on the Mall was split down the middle – half was there to witness the BarackStar take his oath, and the other half was there to witness the first black POTUS become a reality.

king-and-obamaConsider: Only 40 years ago did the stains of “Colored Only” signs smear across federal buildings, Knights of the KKK were permitted to seek public office openly and racial epithets were common vernacular in Washington D.C. That’s it… 40 years!

Until a courageous man of limitless constitution named Martin Luther King was thrust into the national spotlight to help more than a battered people, but a broken patronage called the U.S.A.

In the shadows of a president who freed the slaves stood a man who would be King to help them realize their freedom. And with steadfast determination, haunting diction and a God-given dream, Dr. King shared a moment when the days of Lincoln would meet the years of the future. That moment was yesterday.

A lot more was happening than 1000s of people freezing their toukas while watching a president make it official. It was a moment in time when other 1000s of people were sharing the same memory hearkening to those glorious words shared only four decades ago, “Free at last.”

What we saw was so much more than a vast collection of dreamers; it was the culmination of a dream.

I sound like my dear ol’ dad more and more every day. “The world is going to hell in a handbasket,” he would always exclaim as he saw the latest breaking news story, and typically caused an introspective child to think, “Isn’t the world a bit big for one of Mom’s old apple baskets in the garage?”

But I digress, because that is exactly what I thought when I read about the fake-named Natalie Dylan and her quest to pay for college… by selling her virginity to the highest bidder online!

The FBI isn’t interested. The U.S. attorney doesn’t care. Everything is fine by local police, and she isn’t breaking any laws. That’s because Natalie Dylan, a made-up name for a real 22-year-old California college grad, is marketing her maidenhead in Nevada, where prostitution is legal.

Begs the question, "Where was her father?"

Begs the question, "Where was her father?"

Amazing how a girl can be a ho, and still be a complete novice at the same time?

You know, she is either a completely depraved individual who seriously needs to find some Christian zealot that will lead her straight to Jesus, or she is a borderline genius business woman. Why?

She has the moxie to do this dastardly deed… and do it in Nevada where “tricks” have nothing to do with a deck of cards… and it’s highly possible she won’t go through this at all. After all the notoriety she is getting, some schlep in a publisher’s office could get her a book deal, she gets the cash with virginity intact and still gets paid.

So why? At least she’s altruistic – twisted and a harlot – but altruistic because young Natalie wants to continue her college education. You know, the economy and all, but that doesn’t stop the dirty, rank old men trolling for hotties on eBay, does it? 401Ks are being depleted in record fashion.

And her inspiration for this legal rouse? Her sister, so says the UK’s Telegraph (quickly becoming a must-read paper for HiScrivener):

Miss Dylan, from San Diego, California, USA, said she was persuaded to offer herself to the highest bidder after her sister Avia, 23, paid for her own degree after working as a prostitute for three weeks. She said she had had a lot of attention from a wide range of men, including “weirdos”, “those who get really graphically sexual about what they want to do to me” and “lots of polite requests from rich businessmen”.

“Polite requests for rich businessmen”?! Seriously? Of course, they are polite! The Viagra wears off in 45 minutes, and the online bid counter has 25 minutes in the hopper. This is pathetic, so sad and yet another reason why My Fair Lady and I are looking into chastity belts circa 1200 A.D. for a certain lil’ Wall Watcher.

Lord, hear our prayer.

Fresh off the heels of Rick Warren being invited to performer, do the prayer at the BarackStar’s inaugural ceremony, he decides to break into his “Greatest Hits” catalog for dimwitted staffers at his church and their offensive sermons like this:

abuse-maybePhysical abuse by one’s spouse is not a biblical reason for divorce, says a pastor at Saddleback Church in southern California. Tom Holladay, teaching pastor at the megachurch founded by best-selling author Rick Warren, says the Bible only gives two cases where divorce is acceptable: abandonment and a physical affair.

Physical abuse, he defined, is someone “literally” beating another person up regularly. “I don’t mean they grab you once. I mean they’ve made a habit of beating you regularly,” he clarified.

But while Holladay believes divorce is not a biblical option in cases of domestic violence, he strongly recommends the couple to separate. During the separation, the couple should undergo counseling and try to mend the marriage, he said.

MEMO to the dunderhead at Saddleback: If some defenseless woman is getting the stuffing beat out of her, and she sees your sage, narrow behind for counsel, she will get separated all right… and change her social security number to permanently separate her face from his fist.

Dude! Are you kidding me?

Consider, in Biblical days, beating your wife wasn’t abuse – it was keeping that woman in line. But hey, I suppose given all those holy matrimony vows are still valid when you aren’t “abandoning” that woman in the emergency room after she caught a beat down amidst a righteous rage. It’s important to support her during recovery.

I suppose the silver lining on this omnious cloud is maybe the high-strung, over-compensating dudes this pastor counsels keeps their fists to themselves and just hurls a verbal onslaught in their wives’ direction. But hey, no hitting, so good times.

born-this-wayOne of the most popular and feng shui arguments of homosexuals is, “We are just born that way.” Well, uh, not so much.

You are born in the image of God, and according to his likeness, but you know, a guy has to make choices… and yours involve other guys, or whatever the case may be. That catch phrase has made headlines everywhere and even got religious folks second guessing the aforementioned note in Genesis.

There’s this popular aphorism, “If you can’t beat them, join them.” Would it surprise you that it seems one faith-centric researcher at the University of Oxford is taking that idiom out for a spin?

Dr. Justin Barrett, a senior researcher at the University of Oxford’s Centre for Anthropology and Mind, claims that young people have a predisposition to believe in a supreme being because they assume that everything in the world was created with a purpose. He says that young children have faith even when they have not been taught about it by family or at school, and argues that even those raised alone on a desert island would come to believe in God.

Sure, this looks good for a tenured professor but here is some anthropology for you, and I’m sitting here in my skivvies (great visual, eh).

You ever sit in a chair without looking at it? How about start a car without checking an engine? Maybe take a pill when you have a headache? It takes faith to do all that with success. No one wants the chair to break, the engine to not turn over and the tylenol to work its mojo on your feet instead of your migraine. That’s why this epiphany doesn’t impress me.

Listen to logic: Anyone remember 9-11? Public conscience about God was flaring at an all-time high. People from all walks of life and dregs of society were holding hands and singing Kumbaya because everyone was willing to give this God a whirl. Then, when President Bush (like him or not) warded off U.S. bound terrorism for a few years, things went back to normal and folk thought they didn’t need to force allegiance to Jesus any longer.

However, what do people scream when tragedy strikes? “Oh, God!” What do people holler in the throes of passion? “Oh, God!” What do people plead when they need something really bad? “Oh, God!” How about the hungover puke-ridden party animal grasping onto the great white porcelain god named Raaallllllllph? “Oh, God!”

Any more questions about people innately driven to worship God? How about ask God? He’ll answer… every time.