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glee full tragedy

July22

I have to admit I like the television show Glee.

But, can we agree, all of us, that this story represents a genuine, table-pounding, tragedy?:

Teenage Singer Charice Gets Botox for ‘Glee’ debut

“MANILA, Philippines (AP) — Filipino teenage singer Charice Pempengco says she prepared for her debut on the hit TV show “Glee” by getting Botox and an anti-aging procedure “to look fresh on camera.”

For Gods sakes!

I may come across as obnoxious (oh really? Again?)… But, if I could meet her Dad (assuming she has one), I’d like to knock him on his ass.

And, I refuse to ever watch Glee again, or download any of the great tunes they cover (dammit). And, I know Oprah is going to get wind of this. I’ll just pray my views have no negative on our joint efforts around: texting and driving to death.

Young girls have so many things that distract them from being confident, poised and unlimited in their potential. Perhaps you are thinking it’s easy to be judgmental and take pot-shots at problems whilst failing to offer solutions.

Not me!

So… A partial solution, for me, has been to show up daily in the lives of my daughters (and, their friends). I coach them in soccer. And, I’ve always felt “the beautiful game” was a terrific platform to demonstrate the value of teamwork, discipline and tradition.

I’m ready. All you Dad’s out there; let’s go.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

my daughters name is not Charity

January19

…it is, in fact, Emma Jo.

And readers of this Blog know it.

And, what a terrific kid she is.

She’s proved it, in spades again, today.

But, allow me to digress with some background information…

Haiti was recently hit with the biggest earthquake in that part of the world over the last 300 years. Big. Seismic scale of 7.1 is the order-of-magnitude it’s been assigned. As of the drafting of this post the death toll is anticipated to reach the tens of thousands.

I’ll be asking questions around Haiti representing a comparative Babylon, perhaps, in another post, some day. There may be some rvelance to the Book of Daniel, in there. Possibly Isaiah. Because there is a vision involved. That’s unsettling. Maybe it doesn’t need to be. After all, we’ll know one way or another, possibly not – and, then it won’t matter.

As esoteric as that thinking might be, later, Haiti is in our faces, now.

Haiti is something of an enigma. Apparently the country’s leading religions are Catholicism (not Christianity) and Voo Doo. And, depending on whom you ask, it’s uncertain which of those two views prevail. In fact, if you are interested enough, google: “voo doo” (but try Vodou as well), and the majority of first page hits (other than Wikipedia) relate directly to Haiti – oh, and Louisiana – and, that means New Orleans (where as it turns out, many Haitian slaves found themselves around, well, 300 years ago). Along the way, and if you care to investigate – and, I have – because, well, that’s what I do, you’ll find, maybe discover, that many Haitians are finding creative ways to combine Catholicism with voodou – and, they would call that Christianity.

Pastor Pat Robertson (who might be looney (“while teaching karate, avoid inhaling demon spirits”), and he might be right) thinks the people of Haiti cut a deal with Satan to rid themselves of the French in the 1800’s. You can learn a bit more about that, here (listen to Kristy moan when Robertson makes a point. Have you noticed Christians do things like that during forms of sermons?).

dude… This is fun for me.

In any event, Emma Jo and friends like Claire (whom you’ve also followed on this Blog from time-to-time) don’t know much about voo doo – or Catholicism, for that matter. Although Claire’s family are full-on Christians.

But, over the last few days they’ve heard a lot about Haiti.

I have many opinions around Haiti. And, it’s “pirate government”. I won’t, even though keenly tempted, go into much detail around that, because I want the focus to be on what I’ve observed in my daughter that has softened my heart… Even for Haiti.

Here we go. Hang on.

We have many strong British influences in our household. So, we get television and related feeds from Europe. This means, amongst other questionable benefits, the information is censored in ways that are different than you might be, otherwise, accustomed to seeing here in the United States. Think in terms of graphic. Once you’ve accomplished that, all manner of awareness creeps into your thinking.

I’ll step back into some background, just once more (you’ll not be fooled by that, certainly not), to inform you that Emma Jo has been saving her money to buy, yet another, American Girl Doll (she already has fifteen – and, that adds an ironic twist to this story, I feel). It’s Lanie she wants now. This is no mean feat for a seven year old. American Girl Dolls cost more than $100.00. And, it takes a lot of effort and concentration for a seven year old to be that “good”, and to accomplish that many chores.

NOTE: Just in case you are reading this and, possibly, breaking out with a cold sweat with the prospect, I am not going to level you with some argument that American Girl Dolls are voo doo dolls. But, as I tap these words into this post, the hair on the back of my next is rising, and I sense some form of inspiration tickling the back of my head. Book mark this post, but only if you dare.

So… We were watching some raw television footage from Haiti. And, to be candid, I was not prepared for the absolute devastation that has surrounded those people. The anguish is indescribable as you see entire families piled up on street corners with, essentially, little hope of burial, let alone identification, imminent.

I found myself thinking to myself: where is God in all of this? My mind did venture, briefly, to Daniel and Isaiah (my recent vision, again), and then of course, John Stein (for that to make any sense, you’ll need to revisit my recent post: there might be demons and there are ALWAYS questionsand focus your research in the comments, mind you. Warning: This effort will, decidedly, distract you from some of the uncertain merits of this current post).

Emma Jo and I had been discussing a trip to Learning Express (terrific store), and bowling (she likes to bowl). So, this was all about Daddy and Emma Jo and bonding, and love, and security, and happy things.

That’s when the horrific (I’ve cast about for a more dramatic word, but it eludes me) image of a young girl, seemingly Emma Jo’s age, draped across the body of a wood-like and dust covered figure of a man that was likely her earthly father. The child is wracked with greatly evident agony. She is wailing. And, there are no other people around her (other than a television crew, I’ll suppose). Utter, and complete desolation of spirit. Despair reigns, there.

Emma Jo has gone stiff. She’s mesmerized. Selfishly I am berating myself for allowing her to witness this horror show.

She gently leans back into me, and very quietly asks: “Daddy, can we save her?”

I’m at a loss of words. I want to think fast and come up with some analogy that might create a call-to-action that might soothe her. But, before I can draw a breath to start some ramble, she reminds me that she has money saved up for her new American Girl Doll. She’s a bit subdued, certainly. The heart-felt, and so little-girl-desire for the new doll is clearly under siege from a HUGE heart breaking with sadness for the, not quite comprehensible, agony of another child (and, a doomed one at that, I’ll wager).

“Daddy, can we send that little girl my Lanie money? Maybe she can buy a doll that will make her feel better”.

I’m reasonably certain, at least some people are going to roll their eyes over this. …how quaint, you might smirk.

But, in the eyes of this earthly father, my own princess realized another person in distress; and, her immediate reaction was to try and help – with the only resources she, not someone else, could bring to bare.

That’s it for this post.

I bring it to an abrupt end.

Emma Jo is behind me, working quietly on some project, happy and content to be around Daddy. I think she’s online navigating Club Penguin with Claire, and also, Emma E.

That little girl in Haiti has likely never heard of, let alone played, Club Penguin. And, every time I see an American Girl Doll I might think voodou. So, it’s about perspective today. Also my own heart being softened. Thanks to two children, mind you, that care little for religion. But, I have faith in my daughter.

Emma Jo’s name might not be “Charity”, however, it could be legion.

This abrupt end is also, likely, due to the simple fact this story is not yet completed. So, stay tuned. Do it!

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

stop texting, start talking

September11

This would be a follow up to that barn-burner of a post: texting and driving to death.

I did, in fact get some push back. There was, certainly indignation. However, thanks to you, and driven by passion – certainly an inspired call-to-action, it’s literally circling the globe at naught less than a frantic paste.

Thank you, and every single one of you readers, for that. But, more so, for what happens next.

More people text and talk while driving than drink and drive.

It has to STOP now. But, it STARTS with other, less technically-oriented communication.

This challenge really represents an opportunity to inspire change in how we are communicating with one another – beginning with parents and their children. If we are leading by example in terms of not texting and chatting on cell phones while driving, we win by saving lives – perhaps that of our own blood (and, it will certainly keep me from being rolled over a hood, yet again).

Look for a video clip in the next week or so where I tell you a story about my time as a volunteer fireman in Louisville, Colorado, and also, a day I happened across the scene of a horrific traffic accident at a four-way stop – and, the final moments of a child’s very life.

It’s grim work, to be sure. However, I am committed to it.

Peace be to m Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

quote-able road rage

May26

honda insightThe Honda Insight is now crawling (literally) into the North American market.

I am not going to review it because I won’t ever drive it. But, based on what I (think) know it’s tinny, the suspension feels like a bobsled, you can’t call the engine a power-plant because every legitimate technical review of the toy vehicle describes the sound the engines makes as a “whine”.

In the United States, only three four-seat cars; and, all of them hybrids, get thirty five (35) miles per gallon (mpg), or better:

The Toyota Prius which starts at $21,000; the Honda Insight which starts at $19,800; and, the Ford Fusion hybrid which starts at $27,995

Somewhere, Honda and Toyota lobbyists are certainly smiling.

And, it can be argued this is where terrorism has actually claimed a victory. In case you had any glimmer of doubt, you can now be certain that Ford, GM and Chrysler will not likely exist as truly independent companies by 2016.

We need to be angry about this. The sound of my heart breaking with the loss of such a national legacy makes a noise worse than someone else’s crying baby on an airliner. It’s worse than the sound of your parachute failing to open. Really, to get an idea of how awful it is, you’d have to sit a dog on a ham slicer (just not Rowdy, to be sure).

There is currently a lot of hand-wringing in-and-amongst the House and Senate over what to do with suspected terrorists at (Guantanamo Bay Prison (“Gitmo”). Why not make them drive Honda Insight taxi cabs in New York City? There is your “eye for an eye” baby.

By the way… How many people really understand the meaning of “Gitmo”?

Brian Corks Porsche CaymanMeanwhile… I am not meaning to come across as arrogant, and I am always and reasonably thinking “green“. But, bet on me strapping on my unbadged Porsche Cayman and making a run for the real money so’s my hair catches fire (although, mind you, have shaved my head for summer training). With it’s unique chip-set, it flys, and is reasonably efficient – mostly because of pilot skill and training.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

What’s All This About?

"What am I looking at?", you might wonder.

Lots of stuff.

Meanwhile, here, I discuss events, people and things in our world - and, my (hardly simplistic, albeit inarticulate) views around them.

You'll also learn things about, well, things, like people you need to know about, and information about companies you can't find anywhere else.

So, while I harangue the public in my not so gentle way, you will discover that I am fascinated by all things arcane, curious about those whom appear religious, love music, dabble in politics, loathe the media, value education, still think I am an athlete, and might offer a recipe.

All the while, striving mightily, and daily, to remain a prudent and optimistic gentleman - and, authentic.

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