Contradictions

I’m entertained when I go back and read old blog entries and realize that I am just so full of shit.  When no one else is available, I can argue with myself.  No matter what stand I take on a subject, you can bet there is a 50/50 chance that I will eventually disagree.

For example, I wrote something about pitying illegal immigrants a couple of weeks ago in Politics and Prejudice.  And then I went on to say how they should still follow the law and their children should not be considered American citizens. 

But then I heard a story about a boy who has lived here since he was 2-years old, a straight-A student, and how Governor Huckabee of Arkansas decided he should be allowed to receive a state college scholarship because he maintained his grades and did all the right things to deserve one. 

And I agree with Huckabee and am glad he gave the kid the scholarship.  Well, that’s kind of contradictory, huh?

It pleases me when I realize I still have a heart.

And then I noticed that in Disneyworld at Christmas I state that “I would perhaps be happy if there were naked dwarves in the streets pissing on light poles.”

If you really knew me you would know that I hesitate to even take a late train due to the fact that there may be drunken bastards on there who might possibly relieve themselves of some type of bodily fluid.

Evidently there is a part of me who would like to be big and blustery, rough and tough, more fun than a circus.

I just can’t seem to get into the clown car with all those sneezing freaks.

I also wrote an entry entitled Excessive regarding Disneyworld.  Today when I pull up the category Bitching I see that listed directly underneath is 30 Days of Christmas.  Well, damn if I’m not practically as excessive as Disney. 

I am never better than the things or people I am complaining about.

Nothing is black and white.