On Friday, a hearing will be held to see if the Defenders of the Faith, the Family Council, may be allowed to intervene in the ACLU lawsuit against Act One, Arkansas Adoption and Foster Care Act.
Jerry Cox, our state’s answer to Torquemada , sent out an urgent email yesterday to everyone on the Family Council email list, asking:
Please pray that Judge Piazza will allow us to intervene.
Why, the cynical soul might ask?
Well, the good people of the ACLU filed a lawsuit against the act, on the grounds that it discriminate against gay infividuals who wish to either adopt or to become foster parents. What has the Family Council in such a lather is that, while under Arkansas law, Attorney General Dustin McDaniel will be responsible for defending this monstrous law in court, he campaigned against it last year, and attended anti-Act One events. According to the Family Council, he also donated $1,000 to the campaign to defeat the measure.
On Friday, the Family Council will ask Pulaski County Judge Chris Piazza for the right to “intervene” in the case, by bringing their own attorneys.
Oddly enough, they sort of feel that God might be busy elsewhere at the moment, and not paying proper attention. You know, things like Darfur, that sort of minor distraction.
The Big Guy needs to reminded of the truly important things in life, so Jerry needs everyone to pray really hard between now and tomorrow.
Because obviously the Family Council doesn’t have any faith in its legal team . . .
Quote of the Day
With some men, it would be quite a task to appear dumber.
(In response to, "Pretend to be dumber in the presence of a man?") - Joyce Carol Oates
Well, maybe I’ll just remain a “closet comedian”
For many years I have fantasized about becoming a stand-up comedian. I have, after all, written a lot of what might charitably be described as “humor” over the years, and done a few essays for the radio, and a humorous skit on C.A.T. (Which will be on YouTube one day soon), but after reading of Mr. Taylor’s valiant efforts, maybe I’ll just content myself with telling jokes to my friends.
'My one night stand-up'
What's it like to get up in front of a room full of people and try to make them laugh, for the first time? At 72, Magazine columnist Laurie Taylor took a belated and brief plunge into the notoriously tough world of that stand-up comedy.
All four of us are sitting in a straight line in the front row. Sitting up very stiffly and very formally compared with the hundreds of other relaxed chattering people who are crammed into the auditorium of the Comedy Café.
We're all within touching distance of the bare stage which each of us is shortly about to occupy as part of Comic Relief's new wheeze for raising money - Stand-Up With The Stars.
When I first took the phone call from the producer it seemed a very simple business. "All you have to do," she told me, "is prepare a five-minute stand-up routine. You'll be with three other Radio 4 presenters and each of you will get a helping hand from a professional stand-up.
Your mentor will be Shappi Khorsandi. You know, the Iranian comedian. There'll be a try-out run before family and friends and then the final test in front of a real audience at the Comedy Café. What could be more straightforward?"
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Getting the humor bug early
I caught the humor bug early. My two great loves growing up were science fiction and humor, the more off-beat the better. Truth is, they are still my great loves. Why would I ever leave them behind?
My first outlet for writing humor came when I was humor editor of our high school paper.(a project of our journalism class). Officially this meant that I was supposed to go around and collect “humor” from my fellow students, which usually meant elephant and knock-knock jokes.
Oh, the humanity!
What’s a guy who really loves humor to do? Desecrate the humor page with that crap, or hog it all to himself with his own experimental stuff?
I think you got one figured out, dude. Once I rid myself of any obligations I might have had to the rest of the student body, I was free to play around with parodies of Love Story, Dragnet, the new wave of teaching in America, and really, anything at all that entered my feeble little mind.
A friend, John Harrington, wrote a column called “Leaning Left,” views from a radical perspective. After he left the class at mid-term, I created a new humor column, “Falling Down,” taking John’s views just a little - and wackier - further.
I even did a satiric spin on the famous “The Selling of the Pentagon” CBS documentary ("The Selling of The Paper") which sort of got us in trouble with the guys who printed the aper over at the Army base a few miles away.
Those were the days, my friend, we thought they’d never end. We’d sing and write forever and a day . . .
The Paper! Where’s The Paper!
Every year the class putting together the paper got to give it a new name. We simply called our efforts The Paper, since everyone always seems to asking:
Where’s the paper? When is the new paper going to get here?
We were sooo clever.
I don’t know if anyone ever gave you enough public thanks, but here’s mine, Richard Hogue, of Zweibrucken American High School, Germany. One of the best teachers I ever had, and I had some really great ones.