Abstinence is Not “Realistic”

Or so says Bristol Palin, daughter of Alaska Governon Sarah Palin, insofar as teenagers are concerned. As we all know, thanks to an inordinate amount of salacious and even sneering reporting, Bristol (below with her little one) is a teen mom.

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I’m not here to criticize Ms. Palin’s views. In large part because she’s half-right.

Given the pressures today’s teenagers face (though let’s not pretend that teenagers of yesteryear didn’t face similar pressures), Ms. Palin has a point.

Of course, peer pressure doesn’t justify behavior one way or the other but that’s a side note.

She’s right in regards to the unregenerate, those who lead their lives without God, or merely pay Him lip service. Speaking as one who’s lived most of his life without God’s special grace, I can attest to this.

To those outside of God’s special grace, what incentive is there to abstain from, as CS Lewis put it, “the monstrosity of sex outside of marriage”?

Though I would argue that peer pressure is not quite the motivator that our own fallen, natural urges are.

As for those who are regenerate, that is awakened from spiritual death by the Holy Spirit, not only is abstinence realistic, it is expected.

You can ask former Laker great, A.C. Green who had a 16-year NBA career and remained a virgin throughout. Given the cadre of attractive young women who seek to jump in the sack with NBA players, I can’t say it was easy for Green (insert joke here).

However, because he relied on the power of the Holy Spirit to lead him through temptations that most of us will never know, A.C. obeyed Our Lord and showed that for God’s children, abstinence is realistic.

His teammates even sent women to Green’s hotel room to try to “break” him. So even under the most trying of circumstances, it is realistic to abstain from sex outside of its intended place, marriage.

Here is a piece that Sports Illustrated did on A.C. Green.

For the record, I think Green’s (below, left) abstinence throughout his average NBA career is more impressive than all of Michael Jordan’s (right) well-documented on-court achievements.

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This almost looks fark’d

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Powerful Video from Catholic Vote

I’ve had conversations with people who wholeheartedly support a mother’s right to hire a doctor to kill her child, and in these conversations I like to get a feel for the “reasoning” behind such a view.

One of the reasons that keeps popping up is economics. A typical scenario is laid out: Single mother who can’t take care of child, so why burden society? What kind of life will this child have?

So abort it, off with its head! Save us all the trouble of supporting this foolish woman’s “mistake”.  It was even deemed a good deed to do this.

Even when it is pointed out (and agreed upon) that the unborn child is a human being, that is viewed as an irrelevancy.  The woman’s right to choose and our pocketbook are inviolable and sacrosanct.

So with that, the following video asks us to imagine the case of an unborn child who will enter this world into a broken home (father leaves mother and child to fend for themselves), and to realize the possibility of what could be if abortion isn’t viewed as an option.

Also, check out this John Piper article,  Lincoln’s Logic on Slavery Applied to Abortion.

H/t: Justin Taylor

Texas Ex Pat Hingle Passes Away

I broke my thumb during my 7th grade year. My mom took me to the closest hospital and while waiting for the doctor, I was tended to by a nurse.

The nurse was wearing chili pepper scrubs (don’t know why I remember that) and was asking me what grade I was in, and other questions of that sort.

Since Tim Burton’s Batman had just come out, she asked me if I had watched it yet. Told her that I not only had watched it but had loved it. She then proceeded to inform me that the guy who played commissioner Gordon, Pat Hingle, (below) commissioner-gordonwas in the next room being treated for something that the sands of time have erased from my memory.

She said Mr. Hingle was filming something in Sealy, and that if I was that big of a fan I could go over and say hello while I waited.

So I did and Mr. Hingle was about as accommodating as he could be. An actor with such a lengthy resume as his was probably mildly amused that this kid only knew him from playing Commissioner Gordon, but he was cool with it.

So yes, I requested an autograph from a man in a hospital gown, and the good commish didn’t disappoint. Sadly, I do not know where said autograph is.

Mr. Hingle, who graduated from my alma mater, THE University of Texas  recently passed away.

I Don’t Like Change

I do like orange soda.

Whether it’s Crush, Fanta, Joya, or Sunkist, if it’s carbonated and reflects visible light at wavelengths in  between 585 – 620 nm, I’m down.

The love affair with orange soda goes back as far as I can remember.  Of course, there is a hierarchy within the orange kingdom, and here’s how I grade them in order of enamel-eroding goodness:

  1. Sunkist (the consummate 5-tool player)
  2. Joya (the Mexican drink that would be King, IF it weren’t for the 40.5 mg of caffeine in every can of Sunkist)
  3. Crush (the glass bottles are quaint)
  4. Fanta (It’s aiite)

OK, so all this is just background information for the real thrust of this post.  The folks who sell Sunkist decided to change the venerable Sunkist Soda logo (below)

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Yes, I’m aware that it really says “Sinkist” (click here for a nice write-up)

What has it been changed to?  This,

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Yeah, I guess…

I know it’s their company and I’m just some random recalcitrant in the blogosphere, but was it really necessary?

Yeah, we can file this post under “there are bigger problems in the world than…”

Philly Fan takes Bottle to the Head

While I understand the euphoria that follows when one’s team wins a championship, I cannot understand the bacchanalian revelry that erupts after such a win.

Back in 1999 when I was at Texas and the Longhorns upset #3 Nebraska in Austin (see game-winning catch below), fellow students took to the streets, climbed on buses, got electrocuted in campus fountains and charmined trees throughout campus. We all got a little crazy but no one was hurt.

This year, the Philadelphia Phillies won the World Series (props to former Astro Brad Lidge) and their fans, notorious for crazy behavior, took to the streets in celebration. Thankfully no cars were barbecued, no one lost their life but thanks to YouTube we were given a special glimpse into some specifics.

Take this guy who takes a well-thrown bottle to the head at around the 7-second mark:

Hope it was worth it…

The Maverick

Maverick (n.) – an independent individual who does not go along with a group or party

If one were to ask some of our most politically minded individuals (or Sarah Palin) to name the first person who comes to their mind after hearing this word, the tabulated answer would probably be this man:

Meanwhile, others who are not so politically wired might name either one of the 2 gentleman here:

Not into movies? Then you might drag Brett Favre into the conversation (I hope the recent allegations levied against him are not true).

As for me, a blogger just trying to get a hit (get your mind out of the gutter), I wouldn’t go with any of the aforementioned people.

Who do I think of when I hear “maverick”? Larry David (below).

I think of Mr. David only because my “maverick” bears a striking resemblance to the Seinfeld (this show is so good that it made me like NYC) co-creator.

My “maverick” (let’s call him “Larry”) rides my commuter bus in the morning. Everyday, “Larry” makes use of our converted charter bus’ ventral luggage compartment by cramming his 10-speed in there.

Inevitably, people stare at him through the whole process. Even people who see him do this day in and day out, I’m guilty as charged.

People from all walks of life stare at him, from the suburbanites cocooned inside the bus to the homeless dudes who gather at “Larry’s” Med Center stop (Fannin at McGregor).

So why’s “Larry” a maverick? Because despite the hushed whispers and incredulous looks from fellow passengers (he makes us all late to work) and homeless people (their “c’mon man!” glares betray the fact that they all think he’s crazy), “Larry” keeps keepin’ on by making his bike every bit the commuter that he is.

So here’s to you, Ler and your maverick spirit, Dallas Maverick owner Mark Cuban’s got nothing on you.

[this post is dedicated to a true bike commuter, my fellow blogger, Jason K]

One of the Best Videos You’ll Ever Watch

Didn’t watch last night’s debate because I had better things to do, but even if that had not been the case, I would have watched either the Mexico-Canada match or Game 5 of the NLCS (I like my bread and circus as much as the next person).

I acknowledge that the title is a bit presumptous but that was my immediate thought after watching the vid.

Enjoy!

(H/t: A Slice of Polis via Tim)