I am out of shape and have gotten a little on the fat side. I am not weight challenged. I am fat! Some people are fat while others are stupid. Actually most are stupid. Because I say that, you might think I am arrogant. I do not believe I am, but if that's how someone sees me then that is what I am in that persons mind. Some people are short and some are ugly! Some are black and others are white.
In God's eyes, homosexuality is a sin. I will not accept homosexuality as okay just because I don't want to hurt a gay persons feelings. It is a sin. Too bad!
A baseball pitcher once got into trouble for saying things like "Asians are bad drivers". You know what? For the most part they are! Its not that they don't have the coordination but simply that they probably didn't ever drive in their country while here in America we grow up in cars. Whatever the reasons, the fact remains the same. Most of them are bad drivers.
While we are on that subject... old people suck at driving too! My God, I think that after the age of sixty everyone should have to take road tests every year to prove they can still handle driving the right speed limit.
Rush Limbaugh once said that the "Philadelphia Eagles quarterback Donovan McNabb was overrated because the media wanted to see a black quarterback succeed." Rush then was forced to resign because this was made out to be a racist statement. I don't see it! A racist statement would be if he put a particular race down. He did no such thing. He was putting the players abilities down by saying he was overrated. The issue of McNabb being a black quarterback was only made to explain WHY he was overrated. If a white man and a black man apply for the same job and the black man gets it even though the white man was better qualified. Would it be racist to say he got the job because he was black? If the story was turned around, would it be racist to say a man got the job because he was white and the company didn't want blacks working for them? .... The truth is that was not a racist statement by Limbaugh but because this world is so up in arms looking for anything politically incorrect, if someone even uses the word "black" in a sentence to describe a man, he is considered a racist. ..... I am sorry but the truth is, McNabb IS a black quarterback! At the time it had been a long time since a black quarterback was successful. Whether Limbaugh was right or not does not matter. That was his opinion of what the media wanted. He did not cut McNabb down for being a black quarterback. He only said that because he was a black quarterback, the media wanted him to succeed.
If this article hurts your feelings, I am sorry. I really am! But you know what? Deal with it! The truth is the truth and sometimes the truth hurts! Being politically correct means you need to stop speaking the truth and the facts because you might hurt someones feelings. Awww, stop being such big babies and grow up! You don't get through life by believing in your own lies. However much I want to be six feet tall, I am not and I have to face the truth. However much I wish I was a good looking guy, I am not! I have to live with the truth. There should not be trophies for last place and I am not going to start giving them out. If you lose you lose. Deal with it and try harder next time! Sometimes the truth hurts your feelings. Cry over it if you want. Lying wont stop it from being the truth. Being Politically Correct is for the weak! If you are strong, you can deal with the truth. However much it hurts!
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Feb 3, 2010
Jan 26, 2010
Haiti Telethons Irritate Me
Do not get me wrong. I am not quite the cold hearted son of a wench that this title might make me out to be. I feel very bad for what happened there. I am sorry for all of the lives that were turned upside down. The loved ones lost and the homes wiped out. Still, there is something about these telethons that irritate me.
I am out of work. I have problems with my hands going numb along with foot pain. In my forties with these health problems in this economy, it is going to be very difficult for me to find a new career. What am I going to do when my unemployment runs out? I need to go to school but what can I learn that I can do with my limitations, that I wont have to relocate to do? Though I would be willing to relocate if I needed to, I would never be able to drag my wife away from her kids.
But it is not me that I am really thinking of. I am only using myself as an example. There are so many others in the same situation and worse. I personally know several people who are out of work and need new careers. I know people who lost their life savings trying to survive the last few years. I know far more who never had a life savings to begin with. Driving down the street, I have never before seen so many homeless people digging for bottles to return or sitting in parking lots as I have seen in recent months, and I live in the suburbs!
America is dying! The homeless population is growing by the day. Lives are being turned upside down. Crime is rising and some of the fault of that is people are willing to steal to supply for their families. I have even heard of one case where a man committed a crime just so he would go to jail and have a roof over his head.
Yet where are the telethons to save our own people? Outsourcing is destroying our economy but nothing is done about that. I can go to school but my unemployment compensation will run out way before I get a job. Hundreds of millions have been raised for Haiti in the telethon, but if I tried doing a telethon for our own American unemployed or homeless, I highly doubt it would make much at all. Hell, I have been freaking out about supplying for my own family and I haven't had even one penny donated in any of my blogs. But I don't care about getting donations to help me right now. It just bothers me that we do not seem to care about helping our own neighbors, our own American brothers and sisters but we will send a hundred million dollars to another country.
Again, please do not get me wrong. I am not saying I think it is wrong to help Haiti out in their time of need. What I am trying to say is that it is wrong to help another country out when we practically ignore our own people! America's rich will sit on their asses and send some money to Haiti while they look down their noses at the homeless and unemployed in their own areas. That is more than wrong. That is disgusting!
I am out of work. I have problems with my hands going numb along with foot pain. In my forties with these health problems in this economy, it is going to be very difficult for me to find a new career. What am I going to do when my unemployment runs out? I need to go to school but what can I learn that I can do with my limitations, that I wont have to relocate to do? Though I would be willing to relocate if I needed to, I would never be able to drag my wife away from her kids.
But it is not me that I am really thinking of. I am only using myself as an example. There are so many others in the same situation and worse. I personally know several people who are out of work and need new careers. I know people who lost their life savings trying to survive the last few years. I know far more who never had a life savings to begin with. Driving down the street, I have never before seen so many homeless people digging for bottles to return or sitting in parking lots as I have seen in recent months, and I live in the suburbs!
America is dying! The homeless population is growing by the day. Lives are being turned upside down. Crime is rising and some of the fault of that is people are willing to steal to supply for their families. I have even heard of one case where a man committed a crime just so he would go to jail and have a roof over his head.
Yet where are the telethons to save our own people? Outsourcing is destroying our economy but nothing is done about that. I can go to school but my unemployment compensation will run out way before I get a job. Hundreds of millions have been raised for Haiti in the telethon, but if I tried doing a telethon for our own American unemployed or homeless, I highly doubt it would make much at all. Hell, I have been freaking out about supplying for my own family and I haven't had even one penny donated in any of my blogs. But I don't care about getting donations to help me right now. It just bothers me that we do not seem to care about helping our own neighbors, our own American brothers and sisters but we will send a hundred million dollars to another country.
Again, please do not get me wrong. I am not saying I think it is wrong to help Haiti out in their time of need. What I am trying to say is that it is wrong to help another country out when we practically ignore our own people! America's rich will sit on their asses and send some money to Haiti while they look down their noses at the homeless and unemployed in their own areas. That is more than wrong. That is disgusting!
Jan 11, 2010
The Death of My Father But Not My Dad
On Monday, January 11, 2010 my father, Marvin Rodney Schonmeier, died at 12:27 PM.
I am not very heart broken. I loved him, but I hardly knew him. I did not even know he existed until I was in 7th grade when he started seeing me and my two brothers and doing things with us. After high school I lived with him for a while. When I finally moved out away from him, I did not talk to him again for quite a few years. I have only seen him about four times in the last fifteen years. Sunday I learned he was in the hospital and his kidneys had shut down and he was not responding to medicine nor to the doctors. Within an hour of learning about this, I learned the rest of his system was shutting down. My mother, my step-father (who I call Dad), my two older brothers and I drove a hundred miles to the hospital to see him. We stayed until midnight and he was not responding to any talking, or the touch of our hands. Today he died.
Marvin was not a bad man, but at times he could be an ass. He did not know how to show affection and fell to insulting as a sense of humor far too often. It was that constant insulting that drove me away from him. I knew he did not do it out of hate, and most of the time he was just joking, but hearing it too much was destructive to my self confidence. Especially at a young age, just out of high school and still dealing with having a hard time growing up.
He had a bitter side to him, but he had a caring heart he never let anyone see. Though he never said it and never showed it, I knew he did love us. I did love him, but he just made it so difficult to be around him.
He was one of the funniest people I had ever met. Though he did use insulting humor too often, he also had no problem making himself the butt of a joke as well. He was over six feet tall and quite heavy. He had no problem with making fun of his own weight either. He once told my brother that if he ever dies, he did not want a funeral service or any big to do. He wanted to be cremated and that was it. No showing, no service or anything else. Just cremate him and let it end there. His reason? "Try to find four pall bearers who can lift him in a casket." Of course that was not his true reason, he just simply did not want people spending the money on him and looking at his dead body, but he had to make the joke first. Not to say his joke didn't have some validity to it either.
So yes, he was my biological father, but in all honesty, he was never my dad. I am sorry he died. I wish there was someway to have changed that from happening. I am saddened that I will never see him again. I feel guilty that I did not see him much in the last fifteen years. I feel bad that he never met my wife. A part of my feels wrong because I am not heart broken over his dying. But it almost feels like it was an uncle you never see who died.
The thing I have the hardest time with over his death is that I know he was not a Christian. I know that if anything, he leaned more to the anti-Christian views. He was one of those who saw how some pseudo-Christians acted and said... "See? There are Christians for you!" I would like to think that in his last hours while he laid there in a coma state, that maybe he was aware enough to think about things more clearly. I would like to hope that maybe he heard me in the hospital room when I told him that Christianity was not what he saw in those so-called Christians but it was based on love and caring about each other. That maybe he heard me talking and gave God and Jesus a chance, even though I could not hear or see it. I would like to believe it but to be honest, I don't think I do. He was a Schonmeier and as stubborn as any of us kids.
It is a hard thing to consider the fact that there is a high likelihood that your own father has died and gone to Hell. That if that is where he ended up, he will spend the rest of eternity in suffering, pain and torment. Not just a few years or decades or another lifetime, but all of eternity.
I know many people don't like to consider that possibility. They tend to believe those they loved who die will go to Heaven. That if they were good people they will be allowed through the pearly gates. That is because nobody wants to believe that someone they love will spend an eternity in Hell. The fact is however that most of the people who die will end up in Hell. Whether we want to believe it or not, that's how it will be. It does not matter how much you believe you can fly, if you jump off of a tall building you will fall to your death. We can believe our loved ones go to Heaven all that we want but if they did not follow the rules God has set forth, they will not!
One thing I can guarantee however, is that if they did end up in Hell? They are hoping with everything they have inside them that we will see the truth and NOT end up in Hell. Nobody ever wants their loved ones to make the same mistakes as they did.
The simple fact is, most people are not Christians. Most Christians do not truly have their hearts right with God. Most people will end up in Hell when they die. Believing different will not change the truth. I would love to believe that my father had turned to Jesus as he laid there dying. Today there is nothing I would wish for more so than that. But the fact is, he likely did not make it to Heaven and now it becomes more important for me to keep myself from making that same mistake. It becomes more important for me to pray for my family and friends to turn to Jesus.
It is important to make something good come out of my father's death. If his dying can make even one person think more about Jesus and his sacrifices, then his death will not be in waste.
Marvin Rodney Schonmeier - 10/11/1942 - 1/11/2010
God Rest his Soul... I can only hope.
I am not very heart broken. I loved him, but I hardly knew him. I did not even know he existed until I was in 7th grade when he started seeing me and my two brothers and doing things with us. After high school I lived with him for a while. When I finally moved out away from him, I did not talk to him again for quite a few years. I have only seen him about four times in the last fifteen years. Sunday I learned he was in the hospital and his kidneys had shut down and he was not responding to medicine nor to the doctors. Within an hour of learning about this, I learned the rest of his system was shutting down. My mother, my step-father (who I call Dad), my two older brothers and I drove a hundred miles to the hospital to see him. We stayed until midnight and he was not responding to any talking, or the touch of our hands. Today he died.
Marvin was not a bad man, but at times he could be an ass. He did not know how to show affection and fell to insulting as a sense of humor far too often. It was that constant insulting that drove me away from him. I knew he did not do it out of hate, and most of the time he was just joking, but hearing it too much was destructive to my self confidence. Especially at a young age, just out of high school and still dealing with having a hard time growing up.
He had a bitter side to him, but he had a caring heart he never let anyone see. Though he never said it and never showed it, I knew he did love us. I did love him, but he just made it so difficult to be around him.
He was one of the funniest people I had ever met. Though he did use insulting humor too often, he also had no problem making himself the butt of a joke as well. He was over six feet tall and quite heavy. He had no problem with making fun of his own weight either. He once told my brother that if he ever dies, he did not want a funeral service or any big to do. He wanted to be cremated and that was it. No showing, no service or anything else. Just cremate him and let it end there. His reason? "Try to find four pall bearers who can lift him in a casket." Of course that was not his true reason, he just simply did not want people spending the money on him and looking at his dead body, but he had to make the joke first. Not to say his joke didn't have some validity to it either.
So yes, he was my biological father, but in all honesty, he was never my dad. I am sorry he died. I wish there was someway to have changed that from happening. I am saddened that I will never see him again. I feel guilty that I did not see him much in the last fifteen years. I feel bad that he never met my wife. A part of my feels wrong because I am not heart broken over his dying. But it almost feels like it was an uncle you never see who died.
The thing I have the hardest time with over his death is that I know he was not a Christian. I know that if anything, he leaned more to the anti-Christian views. He was one of those who saw how some pseudo-Christians acted and said... "See? There are Christians for you!" I would like to think that in his last hours while he laid there in a coma state, that maybe he was aware enough to think about things more clearly. I would like to hope that maybe he heard me in the hospital room when I told him that Christianity was not what he saw in those so-called Christians but it was based on love and caring about each other. That maybe he heard me talking and gave God and Jesus a chance, even though I could not hear or see it. I would like to believe it but to be honest, I don't think I do. He was a Schonmeier and as stubborn as any of us kids.
It is a hard thing to consider the fact that there is a high likelihood that your own father has died and gone to Hell. That if that is where he ended up, he will spend the rest of eternity in suffering, pain and torment. Not just a few years or decades or another lifetime, but all of eternity.
I know many people don't like to consider that possibility. They tend to believe those they loved who die will go to Heaven. That if they were good people they will be allowed through the pearly gates. That is because nobody wants to believe that someone they love will spend an eternity in Hell. The fact is however that most of the people who die will end up in Hell. Whether we want to believe it or not, that's how it will be. It does not matter how much you believe you can fly, if you jump off of a tall building you will fall to your death. We can believe our loved ones go to Heaven all that we want but if they did not follow the rules God has set forth, they will not!
One thing I can guarantee however, is that if they did end up in Hell? They are hoping with everything they have inside them that we will see the truth and NOT end up in Hell. Nobody ever wants their loved ones to make the same mistakes as they did.
The simple fact is, most people are not Christians. Most Christians do not truly have their hearts right with God. Most people will end up in Hell when they die. Believing different will not change the truth. I would love to believe that my father had turned to Jesus as he laid there dying. Today there is nothing I would wish for more so than that. But the fact is, he likely did not make it to Heaven and now it becomes more important for me to keep myself from making that same mistake. It becomes more important for me to pray for my family and friends to turn to Jesus.
It is important to make something good come out of my father's death. If his dying can make even one person think more about Jesus and his sacrifices, then his death will not be in waste.
Marvin Rodney Schonmeier - 10/11/1942 - 1/11/2010
God Rest his Soul... I can only hope.
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