Pulled this off his Facebook profile picture album. No joke. (He used to be a model).
“But what if you’re on Mars?”
“You’re always on Mars.”
“Not all the time. Sometimes, I’m on Uranus.”
I swear I’m not a Nazi 
So I thought to myself, “Self, now’s a better time to share my opinion on the death penalty,” given the recent uproar regarding the execution of Troy Davis, a (must I add?) African-American man convicted of murder in 1991 for killing an off-duty, (must I add?) Caucasian police officer.
I question whether or not I need to add race, because even though it has been added (and it’s mostly because all the media outlets find it absolutely necessary to do so), I still feel really funny about the amount of importance placed upon those details.
I don’t know how to describe the “funny.”
I haven’t publicly shared my opinion on the death penalty since I got in a heated argument in 2002 with boyfriend-at-the-time about it, and I’m not planning to wax poetic about why you should think the way I think.
I’d never ask you to do so.
I shall simply share two things with you. The first is a little gem from a favorite trilogy of mine:
“Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.” (Gandalf, LOTR)
And last but not least, some words of wisdom from The Book:
“Do not judge by appearances, but judge with right judgment.” (John 7:24)
“And his delight shall be in the fear of the Lord. He shall not judge by what his eyes see, or decide disputes by what his ears hear.”(Isaiah 11:3)
Welcome to the world of politics! You work that corner, honey!
I can’t get enough of this!
Bless her little heart, 11-year-old Carolina Gonzalez of Forney, Texas, was named Mayor for the Day by winning a Facebook contest (you’re gonna wanna remember this) designed to spark government interest in young people, according to the Washington Post.
Okay, that’s cool. Getting kids excited about the powers that govern us. That’s awesome. I could eff with that. No problem. Good on ya, City of Forney.
But then sweet little Carolina rolls up into the office, all like, “Get outta my way, ingrates! I’ve got business to tend to; I’ve got work to do!” (cues Ace Hood’s Hustle Hard) “Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard!”
Well then, on which boulevard do they get fed, Carolina?
Why, “Justin Bieber Way”, naturally!
Says Carolina, “I just really like Justin Bieber and I thought it would be cool if we had a street in our town named after him.”
I’m probably not one to hate, especially since I don’t particularly dislike the Biebs, nor could I deny the fact that if that had been me, I may have considered naming a street after Jonathan Taylor Thomas or Devon Sawa. But I do know that my parents would’ve looked at 11-year-old me like, “Seriously? You could have done anything, and you chose… well, this?”
With great power comes great responsibility, babycakes. Or is Spiderman way before your time?
