Bush/Kerry article I read.

The Kerry campaign brushed aside the proposal and renewed its call on Bush to condemn the Swift Boat ads. "This White House is desperately trying to avoid coming clean about its role in smearing John Kerry's heroic war record," said Kerry campaign spokesman Phil Singer.

Okay, I believe Bush himself has nothing to do with those campaigns. I think they are people who are very passionately anti-Kerry for some reason and very pro-Bush. To be this passionate, they must know something. My point, however, is that if Kerry really wants to show that Bush is a terrible mud-slinger, the best way to do that is to reveal his own military records. That would quickly boost himself up and crush Bush's credibility (in the minds of some voters, like I said, I don't think Bush personally has anything to do with those guys). It seems so obviously simple and effective that by not doing it, it's pretty obvious they are telling the truth.

And Todd, could you objectively summarize for me exactly what they are saying Kerry did or did not do while in Vietnam. I recall something about injuring himself a few times to get released and a handfull of purple hearts, but that's about all I've heard. And where's the proof? Somebody has to know the truth.

I tend to avoid all political talk because I don't know how to say what I think, but I think this article sums it up nicely.


And for the record, I do respect what little I know of President Bush and I do plan on voting for him again.

I've learned that I can't be a writer or a psychologist, two things I thought I would be good at. I can't be a writer for several reasons. The biggest is that I am a perfectionist and when you write, there's a personal style to it that isn't right or wrong, just liked or not liked. I can't deal with that. I hate subjectivity and embrace all things objective. I need things to be black and white, measurable and able to be completed. Writing is none of those. I was miserable trying to do it. Nothing I wrote was perfect or felt complete. I felt vulnerable, weak, and sick. I'm crazy, I know. Another reason I can't do it is because I can't sell myself. I can't say, "I wrote this and it's good. I am a good writer." I can't do it. I was miserable and I gave it up for now.

I can't be a psychologist because they have to give advice and suggestions that people may or may not follow. I can't deal with that either. If I give advice, I believe I am completely right and must therefore be obeyed. I don't counsel, I command. I don't give suggestions, I dictate. I know my weakness so I wouldn't be very helpful to anybody.

I've discovered my area of most skill is administrative. When something needs to be done, I get it done on time and done right. I don't like working with a team because I end up doing most of the work anyway so I'd rather do things myself or delegate. I am good with paperwork and I'm detail-oriented. The problem is, I have nothing to do. But at least I'm learning what I can and can't do. I'll make Jason a fine secretary someday.

Now this sounds like a good reality show.

I just watched About a Boy minus the first 20 minutes. I have to say it was pretty good. It was weird in a talky sort of way but clever and it held my interest. It's kind of like a John Cusack movie with British accents.

I'm past day 1 of a garage sale. It seemed pretty good for a Friday. There's this old man who goes to garage sales, I assume every week, to give out tracts to people to convince them that the NIV translation of the Bible is wrong. He has some other version. I was polite the first three times I've run into him (attacked by him), but no so much this time. Does he think he is winning souls this way? I appreciate his determination to share what he believes, but not only is it a bad witness, it's a waste of time. What translation I use doesn't affect my salvation so why turn people away from Christianity by nitpicking on such dumb details. He said he "respects" Pastor David at CFC but doesn't like that they use the NIV translation. It was because of his CFC bashing at the last encounter with him that I was ready to be more upfront and less polite. I'm not falling for the "I'm a sweet old man who hands out religious tracts because I care about you" routine. What he does is harmful to the cause of Christ, not helpful. "Get behind me, Satan." Fortunately, I needed to help Tonya with some customers, so he left. He'll get more of my mind the next time I see him, and I'm sure I will. It's just not right. He uses garage sales as a means of legally trespassing for this agenda. Even if he were right about the translation (and he's not), it's a wrong approach. I don't go from house to house telling people that cigarettes are wrong. I would like to, but I don't. People don't take too kindly to that sort of thing. Can you tell it made me mad? And that's my point. (Maybe next time I'll tell him he has to buy something if he wants to talk.)

I've got nothing. And lately, the less I think, the better I feel.

Oh, I think I'm addicted to coffee. I'm tired without it now. When did I get so old?