It is coming...

I am finally writing up my critique of the WELS.  I went into it with the idea of doing a serious critique with as little snark and sarcasm as possible.  I am failing miserably at it.  I'm finding that no matter how hard I try, I cannot help but be the snarky, sarcastic, curmudgeonly bastard that this blog was know for so long ago.  So, if anyone occasionally checks the blog to see what is new (yeah right), check in again soon.

How to handle a layoff in three easy steps..

1. After getting the news and gathering your things, go to the liquor store.  Buy as much alcohol as you think you can afford.  This is all the alcohol you get until you find a new job unless you can convince your buddies to buy you more.

2. Once at home, get onto LinkedIn and start looking for a new job.  Begin drinking throughout this process.  Pray that a recruiter will call you with a lead.  Contact everyone you can think of to see if they have any leads.

3. At 5pm, get off the computer and pull up Netflix. Start binge watching you favorite show.  Continue drinking if you wish or sober up if you need to be somewhere.

What in the world happened...

Looking at my dashboard, I realized I have not posted anything in almost three years. I've gone from two kids to three, moved multiple times, and changed synods again.  The WELS and I are not a compatible.  Why their cemetery profs decided that the NIV 2011 was just fine and dandy, I realized that staying there was a bad idea.  I can't have my kids getting exposed to that lousy translation.

Anyway, I cannot guarantee I'm going to post anything over the next three years.  Then again, I might.

I was looking to see when the last time I published was...

and I received an email today that sent me back here. You can switch synods in the hope that there is unity, in the hope that people will actually walk together with each other, in the hope that even in the earthly things there is unity. The problem is, that will only be achieved in heaven. After this email I received, I think I'm going to write a review of the WELS. I've been here six years. I think it's time for me to put together a review of the synod. I've seen a number of churches and been a few places. I believe I've gained enough perspective as to how the WELS operates to give an honest opinion. Give me a little time (I need my kids asleep to write more than a couple of paragraphs).

It's been a while since I posted here. This used to be a happening blog four or five years ago. Now, people have been waiting to see what happens. If you read my post a while back on the other blog, you know the fire is back. It is being fueled by something different this time: fear my children will have nowhere to go.

I plan on starting at ground zero of this whole mess: church and change. I will begin to work my way out to all sorts of people. Gutless district presidents, synodical officials, and whoever else is trying to turn the WELS into Babtists with sacraments.

It is sad I have to do this again after railing on the LCMS for so long, but I fear for my child. At some point, all the faithful will have to come to grips with a post-synodical world. Every major synod is faltering. Sad, but true.

This episode is why I watch 24. Jack just single-handedly took out all of the terrorists and sent the bad guy hanging. You gotta love it.

24, so far, has been much better than the past two episodes. In less than 30 minutes, two bad guys are dead and we are about to see a torture. This ought to be good.

Pain is good. The family that inflicts pain together stays together.

Babe's dad is up to something.

There's a lot of different stuff going on here. The role of family, honor, love of country, and how far do civil liberties go during a time of crisis.

I knew it. Babe's Dad was behind it!

The family that kills together stays together!

The last two weeks of 24 has not delievered the way I wanted it to. No killings, murder, mayhem. I wanted to see Jack leave the plastic bag over his head. I wanted to see the little brother get killed. I wanted to see mayhem on a scale never seen before. I feel like I'm back in Season 1.

My readership has now dropped to zero since I turned this blog into a 24 blog. I am proud. That means no one is reading the meaningless drivel I once produced and are also not reading the meaningless drivel. I hope to rebuild my readership soon, but I have to kill my blogroll first. The shame.

Taj Mahal Badalandabad used to want to, umm, let's not say. Now he wants to blow up the USA. Van Wilder should have taught Taj Mahal Badalandabad the finer points of, ummm.

One dead middleman.

Hello Lt. Brashir. Assad was the doctor on Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. It took me 3 hours to recoginize him, but I did.

A Palmer is asking Jack to run things. What's new?

Don't call the police. Ooooops. She called the police.

Nukes. Oh boy. Another possible nuke.

Kill your buddy.

Bye Bye Taj Mahal Badalandabad.

Holy Moly Batman! Jack killed Curtis.

Holy S#!^!!!! They detonated it!!!!

There's four more nukes!


It sucks that Curtis is gone. Bacardi and Cola is no more.