Jekyll Island Beach 2012

Jekyll Island Beach 2012

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

A is for Adultery

The Rogue Speaks:

If north Georgia is, as James Dickey once said, the “country of the nine-fingered people,” then I believe that south Georgia is a woman whose waist has been cinched wasp-like by the Bible Belt. 

That old dinosaur, Pat Robertson said last week that if men commit adultery, it is just not their fault, and women who are married to such men should do whatever they can to bring those unfaithful men back into the marriage bed in such a way that they no longer want to stray.  He goes on to say that women should entice their husbands back by dressing seductively, not criticizing their actions,  being sweet and loving, blah, blah blah.   Old Pat believes that men stray because “that’s just the way men are.”  Hogwash, I say.

I mentioned Pat’s remarks to a friend, a true woman of the south, and her response was that she doesn’t “necessarily disagree” with Pat Robertson.  I’m the outsider here, even though I was born in the south and lived here for many years before exploring new horizons.  Those words caused an alarm to go off in my head.  They made me back off and want to tell her that I had to dash because I had an appointment for brain surgery in 30 minutes and just could not be late.  I am just not quick on my feet .

Another golfing friend was totally incensed at Pat’s remarks.  A transplant from New Jersey, she was quick to make her views known.

“Cheat on me, buddy, and I will make your life a living hell.  I will stalk you like a hawk to find out just what skanky slut has managed to convince you that you are some kind of god who can do whatever-the-hell you want.  I will be relentless.  You can tell me that “it’s over,” and that you “made a mistake,” and that you’ll “never do it again,” but you had better believe that I won’t trust you again for a New York minute. 

If I am a woman of little means, with children to raise, then I will knuckle down and figure out just what it is going to take for me to be self-sufficient and raise my children on my own.  Of course, I will sue your ass for maintenance and child-support, but I will not live with you any longer than I have to.  I will take you to the cleaners.   If you don’t pay up, then you will definitely go to jail.  I will see to it!”

“Have you ever been poor?” I asked.  “Do you have children?”  (Sometimes less is more.)

“Some shall be pardon’d, and some punished.*”

Women have gotten the short end of the stick way too long, and organized religion has not helped them one iota.  We have been told far too long that the husband is the head of the household, and that women should listen and obey his wise counsel.  Any woman with half a brain knows that is just not true.  All one has to do is look at the state of the nation, run primarily by men, to know that women in charge could whip this country into shape and not even break a nail!  Admit it!  You have thought that more than once!  I just cannot see women behaving the way some of those jerks in Washington do. (Well, except for Olivia Pope, who has been sleeping with "President Fitz" in Scandal.  Hahahaha!!!)

I was happy to see those wives of political figures dump their cheating husbands.  I frankly think that Hillary should have dumped Bill, but she did have furthering her own agenda in mind, I suppose.  I am sure that theirs isn’t the only marriage that operates more like a business partnership.  Guess I’m just a hopeless romantic.

I guess what I really question about Pat Robertson’s remarks  about men and adultery is that the last time I checked,  “Thou shalt not commit adultery” was still one of the Ten Commandments.  I don’t think one can pick and choose what commandments to obey, and which to ignore.  Since God seems to talk to Pat an awful lot, Pat should just ask God about that one and tell us what God says.  After all,  those Commandments ARE His!!  AND I think it is just plain wrong of Pat to blame another person for the shortcomings of the spouse.  We are adults, and therefore responsible for ourselves and our own actions.  "The Devil made me do it" just doesn't work in the 21st Century.

It's time, I think, to put old Pat out to pasture, or send him off to the glue factory.  He is starting to plain out smell of decay.

This is my offering for Jenny’s Alphabe-Thursday.  Please read the other offerings for the letter “A.”  I’m heading over there right now!!!

*Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliette, Act 5, Scene 3   

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Argh? What's an argh?

The Rogue Speaks:

Many of you may not know that Jenny Matlock, Off On My Tangent, is actually a friend of mine, and not just a blogging friend ("not that there's anything wrong with that!").  She has gone above and beyond the calling of friendship, and has made my life measurably better during the time that I have known her.  Her's are the only memes that I respond to, even when they seem a little out of my realm.  I can always come up with something, however vague, when her Saturday Centus doesn't actually grab me by the throat and the words don't actually fall out of my fingers and onto the page.  This is one of those times.  The prompt this Saturday is "Argh, matey!"  I have 100 words, in addition to the prompt, to provide you with a little vignette.  Here is my offering:

How Rod Spent Saturday

"First we have to remove  the pine straw from around these little plants."

"But I thought you wanted it there."

"I never said that."

"Argh, Matey."

"Then we have to dig up the plants, scoop out a big hole, throw out the sand, and put in good garden soil.  Then we put the plants back."

"But that's a lot of work!"

"Start digging."

"Argh, Matey."

"You're getting the sand on our lawn!  It'll kill the grass!"

"Well where should I put it??"

"Put it in that plastic container, then dump it in the vacant lot!"

"Argh, Matey."


"Argh, Matey." 

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Z is for Zeitgeist

The Rogue Speaks:

We're at the end of the alphabet for this round of Jenny's Alphabe-Thursday, and I'm sure there are a lot of fabulous Z words that her participants have come up with.  My word for this week was going to be Zeitgeist.  The Zeitgeist is the spirit of the time, or age, if you prefer.  This refers to the intellectual fashion or the most prominent school of thought that creates  current cultural norms in a particular period of time.  It sounds like a pretty wonderful word, if you are into philosophy, and is probably great fodder for debates.  I did a little studying up on it, and got a headache.  Did I really want to bore and confound my readers with the views of philosophers they have probably never heard of?  Did I want to bore and confound MYSELF??

Instead, I have a little video to warm your heart:


I'll see you on Saturday for our Saturday Centus!

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Lime? Coconut?

The Rogue Speaks:

Jenny's Saturday Centus for this week really struck a chord with me.  I've been away from my blog for soooooo long, and I really need to jump back in and participate, so here is my offering for this week, at exactly 107 words.  The prompt is in bold type:

I’ve done everything!   I quit smoking,  then I remembered  people who quit smoking gain an average of 11 pounds.  So I gave up wine--all those empty calories.  I couldn’t sleep.  I thought if I took myself off the medication that is supposed to relieve the pain associated with my medical condition, and relieve depression, I would feel better.  That stuff wasn’t working so I dumped it. 

Put the lime in the coconut.”  What kind of cure is that?  Holistic medicine? “Oh, mister Doctor man I think I’m’ going insane.”  I’ll try ANYTHING!!  So I put the lime in the coconut and drank it all up…still waiting…
I've really done all those things, and I'm trying to get better.  I hope I do, because I am really at my wit's end here.  Wish me luck!!