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My Heart is Weak

My heart is weak. Yesterday a man overcome by evil killed scores with a truck in Nice, France. I’ve grown tired of being surprised, shocked, or acting as though the attack was unexpected. This is a sad reality of our world today. That a 24-hour news cycle hunts for tragedies affecting a group of people to grab daily attention, and that they have no trouble finding them.

bastille-day-eiffel-towerAs I stood watching the fireworks cascade off the Eiffel Tower last night for Bastille Day I was struck in a new way that I really live here. That the millions of people in Paris are closer to me now than the family I grew up with. I felt pride for the French, and love that I am here with them. I left the park with over a hundred thousand others making our way to the metro to head home. Once home we saw what happened in Nice and waited for more news to trickle in before heading to bed. [Read more…]

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Sun Setting on the American Century… Really?

According to a new government report, America is doomed….

The next two decades will see a world living with the daily threat of nuclear war, environmental catastrophe and the decline of America as the dominant global power, according to a frighteningly bleak assessment by the US intelligence community.

“The world of the near future will be subject to an increased likelihood of conflict over resources, including food and water, and will be haunted by the persistence of rogue states and terrorist groups with greater access to nuclear weapons,” said the report by the National Intelligence Council, a body of analysts from across the US intelligence community.

Via the Times Online – Link

While i wonder about some of the content of the article (mainly if the world is going to regress back to a fight over basic needs, America hold the vast majority of the worlds arable land and fresh water supplies). Here is to living in the worlds bread basket with over 10,000 fresh water lakes!

So lets look at the numbers shall we. [Read more…]

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Three Moments to Change

First Moment
Blessed is today with the air so clear as I step on board and we head down our normal route. As we stop I notice my co-worker get on the bus and she sits down next to me. I know it’s silly but I feel almost as though she’s the daughter I never had. Don’t get me wrong, I love my two boys at home, but I’ve always wanted a girl in the house. I know my wife would agree with me on that too. She’s one of the newest employees and we’re all trying to make her feel like a part of the family at work. We are talking about our week so far, I feel guilty that it’s Thursday and I’m only now talking with her, as we both stop to mention the playground up ahead where there always are fifteen kids playing this time of the day.

It’s turning out to be a great day and she tells me that she never expected or thought she could feel so at home somewhere after only a couple weeks as she has with our company. That really warmed my heart to hear how she enjoyed working there.

Second Moment
You hear yelling, quickly turning to look towards the back. Your eyes close to avoid the reality of what your heart knows to be true. You feel an instant shock run through you body as you turn back around and then nothing, lying limp the moment after the explosion from the back of your bus.

Third Moment
People who were in the bus have been thrown to the street in parts small enough to fit into tupperware and while others still stuck inside the bus like Mr. Tabory. He’s still in his seat, or what’s left of him. Now the only recognizable part of him is he right leg, which was shielded from the blast. He’s hunched over forward unrecognizable as a person. The medics are trying to assess if all his limbs are attached or if they will have to find some of him off the street.

The force of the blast tore the skin right off Mr. Taborys’ back as well as shattered the bone structure causing him to drape over the railing in front of him like a rag doll while looking as if he were a blood soaked torn and tattered towel slowly dripping onto the twisted steel frame of the bus, a pool of bright red growing ever larger between his feet. The sounds of all the people around screaming in anguish and yelling orders mixed with sirens hurried foot steps is only drowned out by the sight he has become.

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The western media has refused to play this video. I watched it and was taken back by it just as much as I was watching the plot unfold on September 11th. It’s very graphic and I honestly don’t encourage you to watch it. Only if you feel like you need to, it’s 60 megs and the site isn’t always up. It’s put out there by the Israeli Government’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs. The name in this is made up, sorry for any association if there is one.

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God Bless,
~paul