We've been rather disgusted with the recent faires held at PSU with the help of our tax dollars. College president comes to Harrisburg each year, gets a tiny slap on the wrist for being naughty, and heads back to Happy Valley with every cent he asked for.
As for the football team. What can you say? They have seen better years.
Oh, the horror. As if there is insufficient news of worth these days,
the doily-dollies are in a ruff over dorm games. Puuhhhllllllleeeeeeeeze!
He has convinced us that God is a killjoy.
Actually, God's position is that sex outside of the guidelines is NOT FUN, JOYFUL
Cheap sex is ultimately not cheap, not joyful and a hideous, bleak paradoy of sex as designed.
Sadly, the enemy has also torpedoed intimacy in general so much that even relatively few married couples enjoy the robust joy designed in.
The Song of Solomon is not a bored, dull, moaning wail. . . . but an exhaltation. . . yes, also as an analogy of Christ's Love for The Church--but not only. . . . it's also a celebration of sex as designed. . . . a dance of communication. . . . a dance of caring, thoughtfulness, tenderness, intimacy . . . heart to heart, being to being, personhood to personhood. . . .spirit to spirit. . . .
When the standard is set as cheaply as evidently it has been at Penn State, it's not surprising that bleakness leads to a grasping group grope for greater grins.
But most experienced hedonists know that greater numbers of conquests, partners, victims doesn't yield a proportionately greater thrill and certainly no greater joy. Going from Playboy to snuff movies vicariously or literally doesn't increase any lasting satisfaction, joy or even greater quality thrill.
But such progressions do increase pain, death, isolation, hopelessness. . . feelings and existences of wasted, used-up, terminal shallowness, terminal hollowness, terminal angst, terminal depression, terminal self-loathing, terminal joylessness, terminal isolation, walking and imobile, terminal. . . . death.
And media and entertainment industries pretend the opposite is true. . . . and the Pied Piper's song SEEMS interesting enough masses of the population are led around by the puppet strings tied to their genitals . . . . and to certain regions of their brains.
I think God is more angry that his creation takes the priceless diamonds of the buckets and oceans of true Joy offered--and chooses instead the thimblefulls of poison offered by trenchcoated figures in dark allies. . . . than He is that we are rebels. Let me try again.
I think God is more angry that when He offers His kids gifts of unmeasured Joy and fulfillment, they throw the priceless gift in the sewer and go off and play with used toilet paper instead.
The rebellion is serious enough. But I think it's sadder to any father for his kid to cast aside authentic treasures tailored to the individual's unique joy-buttons--and for the kid to then, in a drunken stupor to go play with rattle snakes and scorpions--in denial pretending that's fun.
The rules are not because God is anal retentive.
The rules are for our Joy. The Designer knows how we are made and how we are best thrilled.
Compared to God, when it comes to thrills and joy, we are infinite, sawdust chewing idiots.
Well, there's at least one ray of hope: If adults don't abound in professorial and administrative positions at PSU, the PA legislature might have a few honest-to-goodness grownups.
Pity poor Joe Paterno. One of college football's good guys is trying to win one measly game to tie Bear Bryant's record . . . and it'll only redound to the glory of Puerile State University.
Would anyone out there like to form an organization that would have as it's goal identifying and stopping this tax funded garbage at PSU?
If not us, the parents and alumni, then who?
Freepmail me or contact me at txd131@aol.com if interested.
Geshhh.
"College Students," huh?
You'd think given the obsession with the subject, age & their raging hormones?
They'd have minimally gotten the name-of-the-game straight.
What is Hillary, Alex?
Although I dread the thought of what they might come up with as a mascot.
Sickened and saddened...
There is nothing quite as wonderful as money! There is nothing like the newly minted pound! All the world must hanker for the butchness of a banker. It's accountancy that makes the world go 'round. - Monty Python.
One of the fastest and easiest ways to get rich is to get into the sex trade. And if you question anything about it you are in for trouble. If I didn't have principles I'd be rich today.
A few years back I picked up a Wired magazine to flip through. The cover story was on the Internet sex trade - specifically camera enabled chat systems. Part of the article discussed how the workers who displayed themselves had to be stoned all the time to do their jobs. The author of the article couldn't even condemn the fact that the jobs turned the workers into junkies. Everything must be OK and nothing can be questioned.
Oh, yeah. The article also talked about how much money the owners made and how little it cost them to start and keep their businesses. Making money - good. Destroying people's lives - well, we don't talk about that.
Shalom.