Tuesday, March 01, 2011
Missed Photo
Yeah, you tend to get grumpy, standing in the cold on a sore foot for half-an-hour waiting for a cab the dispatcher said would be there in ten minutes.
That was going. Worse coming back.
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Unfortunately, when all those Christian "progressive leaders" (e.g. Jim Wallis) ask the budgetary question, "What would Jesus cut?" they also have to ask, "How would Jesus pay for it?" Tell you this much, He's not paying for a WWJC bumper sticker.
But Jesus would be more likely to risk a drive-by shooting than visit a neighborhood with no sidewalks.
Jeff Jotz: "Bullets can't stop the Son of God!"
Not when it counts they won't.
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So I was waiting for the taxi outside the shrink's clinic. Since I mention these appointments every other month, I thought it might be interesting to take some photos of that corner. But looking at it with an eye toward pics, I realized it was like a thousand if not more corners in urban New Jersey. There's the Chinese take out. There's the local drug store. More specific to Elizabeth NJ, a parking lot in front of a hospital of no special design distinction, now a geriatric warehouse with a psychiatric emergency center at street level. Out of the street corner frame anyway. & I just exited an ordinary professional office building. Nothing to see here. The camera stayed in the bag.
Just then, a stocky bearded guy on a Harley with a big stub of a cigar stuck in his mouth pulled up at the red light. He took out the cigar, flicked some ashes off, stuck it back in his mouth, & roared off when the light turned green.
Ah, there was my photograph, I thought.
"If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, in a state of civilization, it expects what never was and never will be." Thomas Jefferson
That was going. Worse coming back.
***
Unfortunately, when all those Christian "progressive leaders" (e.g. Jim Wallis) ask the budgetary question, "What would Jesus cut?" they also have to ask, "How would Jesus pay for it?" Tell you this much, He's not paying for a WWJC bumper sticker.
But Jesus would be more likely to risk a drive-by shooting than visit a neighborhood with no sidewalks.
Jeff Jotz: "Bullets can't stop the Son of God!"
Not when it counts they won't.
***
So I was waiting for the taxi outside the shrink's clinic. Since I mention these appointments every other month, I thought it might be interesting to take some photos of that corner. But looking at it with an eye toward pics, I realized it was like a thousand if not more corners in urban New Jersey. There's the Chinese take out. There's the local drug store. More specific to Elizabeth NJ, a parking lot in front of a hospital of no special design distinction, now a geriatric warehouse with a psychiatric emergency center at street level. Out of the street corner frame anyway. & I just exited an ordinary professional office building. Nothing to see here. The camera stayed in the bag.
Just then, a stocky bearded guy on a Harley with a big stub of a cigar stuck in his mouth pulled up at the red light. He took out the cigar, flicked some ashes off, stuck it back in his mouth, & roared off when the light turned green.
Ah, there was my photograph, I thought.
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