Scrambled Eggs & Corn Flakes

I'm going to discuss something that I have really debated about bringing up in my blog. I have given myself excuses as to why I shouldn't and have delayed writing about it. I was thinking of writing a separate blog about this subject so as not to offend others and cause strains on friendships. However, a few friends of mine told me to be honest and real and go ahead and blog about it. They said that I shouldn't hide my real opinions on the subject and be honest. This is a topic that inflames passions on both sides and in my opinion has become increasingly less civil over the years. The topic of course is politics. As you might be able to tell from the blog title today, I am a little different than expected of the stereotypical Christian. There is an expectation in America that if you are Christian then you belong to one certain party and it is inconceivable to be a member of the other party. I personally don't believe that. Today I am going to give a slight background ...

Friday May 18th 2007 was an important day in history. OK, maybe not as important as the signing of the Declaration of Independence, D-Day, or even man landing on the moon. It was a significant day in my life. I had tickets to that evening's Indians-Reds baseball game and I was taking Susan out on our first date. I was equal parts nervous and excited. On one hand I was worried I would come across as an idiot. OK, let's be honest that was the only thing going through my head. The first date started with meeting Susan in a safe location so I wouldn't know where she lived in case I was a stalker. The game went as most Indians games tend to go, that is to say we lost. We had a group of teenagers  dancing behind us shirtless (all boys) with the word Datz's disciples written on their chests. Datz was the third base coach at the time. So, I guarantee our first date was seen on the bleacher scoreboard several times during the game due to their antics. Now, when I am nervous, I ...