Why I believe in castration

The recent news of the horrific rapes of almost 200 women and even some small boys in the Eastern Congo makes me mad.

To use sex as a weapon is vile. To remove any sense of trust and safety, to destroy the health of a person, to allow the culture to shun a person for something that IS NOT their fault... It makes me angry. Spitting angry. Or chopping angry.

I think that any man who ever, EVER, rapes or violates a woman or child or another man should have his weapon of choice, removed, by force, forever.

We take away guns, knives, grenade launchers, whatever... from terrorists and crazy people. We lock people up who have made threats of violence. We punish people for their bad choices.

Rape is a bad choice!

Take away their weapons! By force!



Peeking


I came out of work the other day and saw this peeking back at me.




I sure do love my car.
I love seeing her sitting in the midst of all the swollen, over-sized mongrels with her cheeky headlamps peering out, looking eager for a ride.

The sight of her makes me smile.

It warms my heart to know that when God sees me peeking back at Him, with my cheeky grin, eager to spend some time riding with Him, He smiles too...