New Testament Love and Old Testament Standards

There seems to be some drags and delays when playing the video. I have tried it on two different computers and it happens at that same time marks, so I think it is in the original. But the message is worth posting. I think basically most religious people of the modern time are moving from the crime / punishment style of believing or a punishing god, and much more to a welcoming and kinder loving god. Time will tell which side wins in the god civil war. Hugs. Scottie

God’s Greatest Hypocrisy

I know many of the people who follow my Play Time don’t care for videos, and also many are not interested in bible stuff. However even though this is an animated and a bit over the top portrayal of god, it does lay out some of the biggest sexual hypocrisies of the bible including the one man / one woman joke that many insist the rest of the world follow. Hugs. Scottie

Did you know that God violates his own laws in the bible? In fact, there is an example that is so egregious, complete with the exact reason spelled out, that it is completely indefensible, and anyone who tries must compromise their own moral standard to do so.

Let’s talk about Mr. Rogers, commercials, and themes….

Let’s talk about Netflix, Alexander the Great, and disbelief….

Outrage Over Taylor Swift Because Of Course…

For The Love Of God, Christian… Go To Your Gay Friend’s Wedding!

I disagree with the balding cue ball head. 😜😉😁🤣

OK I couldn’t resist, if you watch the video you will understand. I do sometimes state the truth that those on the receiving end will not like being called. I call racist, racist. I call bigots and haters, well, what they are bigots and haters. I do question the mental abilities of those that can not reason well or who support conspiracies over facts. I call people who get their medical information from politicians and preachers rather than doctors and medical professional / medical scientist stupid. Yup, and I don’t care it offends them. Because I will start out trying to help someone, but as the lady said, “When they show you who they are, believe them the first time”. So I do agree with the good Reverend some, maybe half way. But sometimes you have to just lay the cards on the table, no matter what they show. That said, if you have elderly parents or a spouse that is … highly opinionated about something, maybe then you do have to hold your tongue. I would have to care a real lot to stay quiet though. Hugs. Scottie

John Fugelsang on Christianity, at Politicon

Matt Walsh And The Unmanliest Thing A Manly Man Can Do

Odie has fallen in thrall of our radiator heater.

Ron is out grocery shopping. I want to start going with him, and have a few times, but lately I am not up to it and there are things I need to take care of while he is shopping. I was doing the dishes so he would have counters to put the groceries on when he got home. Yes, I am tired. But the funniest thing happened while I was doing them.

It has been cold on and off here in Florida during January and February. This last few nights it has been around 46 degrees or lower at sunrise. So before he goes to bed Ron turns the radiator on low with the temp dial about 72. The heater we have in our bedroom bathroom heats both rooms and as I get up about every hour to pee, when it gets cool enough I turn it on. Between the both of them they heat the main space and we keep the other doors closed until it warms up outside. Also the electronics in the Pink Palace keep the room about 74 on the coldest nights so far. I just have to remember to leave the computers up and running with the door closed.

So to the point of the post, while I was doing the dishes Odie wanted food. I gave it to him. But Odie is older, we think at least 12 but more likely older, and not in the best health. So while I went back to doing dishes after he finished eating, he went to the radiator heater that he often lays next to when it is running. We have noticed that when it is active he will lay near it or against it. He clearly loves the warm heat coming off it.

So he finished eating, came out, stretched out next to the heater. But no heat came out. So he got closer. Then he tried hitting it with his paw. Finally, as I was rushing to get my phone, I saw him rubbing his face on the fins. Yes even though the house was warm enough I gave in and turned on the radiator to the lower setting. But that was not working fast enough for him and he was getting upset so I went over and activated the medium 1,600 watt setting. That made it heat up fast enough and he laid back down next to it happy. As he fell asleep, I turned it back to the lower watt setting. Below is the pictures of our really spoiled fat cat. Hugs. Scottie

Memories, Ron, tears.

Short update. When Ron got home from shopping, he sensed something was wrong. He asked me about it. I told him briefly I had some more intrusive memories. He was quiet and then said when we put the groceries away we will talk. After we got done I went and sat down, I was not sure that I wanted to tell him, I had hid so much for so long. He asked if I wanted to talk and could he know what was upsetting me. We sat and talked, I told him the new memories, the details that were flooding my brain, the feelings I was experiencing with them. Every time I got to points where I would be too upset to talk, starting to cry he would tell me to slow down, breathe, take your time. Then when I got it all out, I couldn’t look at him. He softly said I needed to distract myself, and I explained how that was what I was trying to do but that wouldn’t help me heal or get over anything, we both knew from experience. I told him I needed a few minutes alone and he gave me that. When I came out he walked slowly to me and held his arms out, and I grabbed him, I clutched him. He held me back and kept telling me they were gone, they couldn’t hurt me anymore. Finally, I stepped back and said to him, but that is where you’re wrong, the memories don’t stop. The feelings don’t stop. And when I remember the abuse, I also feel the abuse. He pulled me to him and held me tight. He had no words, and I don’t have any either. I know eventually I will share this with all of you who want me too or are able to deal with it. I have learned that talking about it does help in a weird way. Yes it hurts at first, deeply intently, but ignoring it makes the pain build and become much worse.

For some reason at first when I was telling him I thought Ron was going to reject me as he started looking away. Then after I now realize he was struggling not to cry and with his anger, both which would have hurt me had he shown them. He has gone to lay down for a nap, talking to me about it first. I feel weird again. I know he will be watching me, he will be worried. Did I do wrong to tell him? Should I have hidden it, gone back to the days before he really knew much? Now my doubts are creeping in and trying to take root.

I am not going to proofread this for errors. Sorry, I do need to step back. Please overlook them or if they are important call me out in comments. I have spine shots tomorrow at 10. I have to get my mind in a better place, I have to find peace. Hugs. Scottie