Should THIS scare me like it does? Or should I be thinking about putting the software on hubby’s computer in secret to see just what he’s up to all the while I’m working on books across the room? *grin*
Sheesh . . . more and more ways that we’re never really alone or in private. Webcams hidden in the walls, “Candid Camera” always lurking around the corner, traffic signals that photograph your license plate, cameras on London street corners that yell at people, Big Tex and that creepy way he always says, “Howdy, there, little lady with the flowerdy dress and stripedy tights on!”
I hate that we have now given permission to our enemies to torture and do whatever they want to our troops when captured . . . oddly enough [IRONY INDICATORS PEGGED], I even feel bad for the “bad guys” who (may or may not actually BE bad guys) will be beaten and abused until they “talk” (I figure when the pain starts, they’ll start making stuff up or saying whatever they think the soldiers want them to say–they’ll lose their rational minds, and if they really DON’T know stuff, they can’t very well tell it, and I know I couldn’t remember the Quadratic Formula if you were tickling my feet!) After all, they’re God’s children, too.
Remember that when the Egyptians were drowning in the Red Sea and Moses et al were celebrating, God admonished them with, “Why are you happy when My Creatures are drowning?” Okay, that’s not scriptural and is apocryphal, but it sure passes MY test of scripture. I’m sure that was the real feeling. We saved ONE set, but lost another. That always hurts.
Or am I just a . . . softie? (*GASP*)
(What DO you expect from an aging hippie, anyway? A tie-dyed T-shirt now and then, I suppose.)
Onward to the Friday night movie date. . . .