Why doesn’t a house for sale cost the price listed? For that matter, why/how does a car’s price tag morph according to down payment, cash or trade in?

In this day, the phrase “It is, what it is” seems only to be popular because in reality it is so rare.

Why doesn’t a prison sentence mean what it says? Shouldn’t 20 years mean that from the DAY the jury found the defendant guilty, that they are incarcerated 20 years from that day? Why does our legal system leave so much up to interpretation? And speaking of interpretation, how does a rapist or pedophile get his case dismissed because a competent “Interpreter” can’t be found in the ‘right’ amount of time for due process? Those are not the only legal matters bothering me, just some at the forefront for me right now.

NBC is the target of a probable lawsuit regarding the show “To Catch A Predator”. I don’t know the whole story, so I certainly don’t consider myself an authority, but COME ON!! Are the legal pin sized loopholes really going to dictate whether or not NBC is ‘liable’ for a man’s suicide? Yes, they (NBC) are getting high ratings for a ‘voyour-esque’ show, but as I understand it, they set traps for pedophiles, and film it from beginning to end, WITH the guidance and assistance of local police. When someone takes the bait, as it were, isn’t there something to be said for such a person taking the bait to start with? The guy that ended up (sadly) ending his life, was a prosecutor by profession (my facts may be wrong, but in this society, not out of the question) . I’m suspect that since he was a member of our legal system, that this is mostly why his suicide has garnered so much attention in the media. Had he been a welder or computer technician by trade, I hardly think that CNN would notice. He would have been just another working class American living out his low-life American expectations, unable to assist a left-wing agenda; so why bother. But since he was a ‘prosecutor’, it looks like this is their vehicle to tear at the fabric of our legal system as a whole. I expect someone (maybe the ACLU?) to come to his defense and say he was researching a case under-cover.

 As I see it, this person’s life  was a perfect example of “The wages of sin is death.” This man’s death, regardless of the circumstances, is tragic. Nothing should overshadow the fact that this apparently troubled man should have been helped in some way. Forgiveness should always be available, along with help. But let’s face it, I doubt that this man woke up the morning of his last day and said to himself , ‘I think I’ll try to solicit a child for sex via the Internet for the first time today’. Don’t misunderstand me, I don’t see NBC as a hero, but I have a hard time reconciling the media’s goals with common sense. Can you tell? (Showing my age, here) John DeLorean may/may not have been set up by the FBI, but he still tried to make a fast, illegal, load of cash funding a cocaine deal.  The operative word there being, illegal.

What I have learned is usually more true than I’d wish . . . that “Nothing is ever as good as it seems, and NOTHING is ever as bad as it seems.” The exception of course being God’s Word. I can rest assured KNOWING that the Holy Bible really IS, what it IS. I wish that I could speak to that suicide victim and explain that God’s love and forgiveness is available to all that love Him and live according to His purpose. No matter what mistakes they make, publicly or privately.

I knew I needed to write a blog & can only write about what I am thinking about at the moment. This was what was on my mind during the time I had to write. I’d love to hear comments, good or bad . . . . And in the middle of all this chaos, God loves me

Wow. Had I known that solving the world’s problems in a podcast would be this intense, I’d have taken another bus. I think my little pea sized brain has been pushed, stretched, stapled, pretzel’d (is that a word?), and morphed beyond the capability of any “WHAM-O” toy on the market. What a ride this 2 weeks has been! Never in a millennium would I have predicted that I . . . I, would be writing a BLOG. Well, dip me in buttermilk! I don’t even know what the word BLOG means. Wasn’t there a movie out in the sixties called “The Blog”? With Steve McQueen? No wait, that was “The BloB”, which puts me back at square one.

Most people have an outlet for stress in the form of a hobby. Some people garden, some play tennis (Karen, I will forever be jealous that you can wear those cute little Nike tennis outfits), others jog, which I’ll NEVER understand. My stress-buster is having my hands on my horse. I actually find solace when I am brushing, lunging or riding my horse. Silly, isn’t it? Just hanging around that little Scamp, Maverick can make my worst fears, my greatest frustrations, my enormous shortcomings dissolve in God’s hands  as though they never existed. The day after we recorded our first podcast, I needed a good dose of the medicine that I get from our horses, so I headed for the barn. It was rainy & muddy so riding was out. I brought little (hardly) Maverick into the barn (almost nothing smells as good as a barn full of freshly baled timothy hay, by the way), and tied him so I could just brush and tidy him up a bit. I got a little carried away and got out the clippers, the braiding comb, Mane & Tail Conditioner and a package of those tiny little rubber bands. Well, I must have been more stressed than I thought. Before I left, his mane looked like a rope hammock, and his tail looked like one of the buns on the side of Princess Leah’s head. I’m just sure the other horses gave him a hard time about it when I turned him out. Poor fella. And all because I was stressed out from my first podcast, and upcoming BLOG. If he was embarrassed at all, he never let on. He pranced through that pasture like there was a parade, and he was the head of it! He’s such a good sport. . . . God loves me