I am so not feeling well. On top of losing my job at Starbucks—the gayest job in this world's existence—I have this sickness of a stifling nose. I'm schlepping to my bed. Ha! What a word. It was this morning's word-of-the-day in The Free Dictionary website. It's a verb and it means to carry clumsily or with difficulty, in this case, my own body. Ugh! I hate being sick. Every time I turn on this stupid fan, my nose gets this way—every single time! On a different note, I read in the Old Covenant Scriptures about the wisdom of Solomon—no, not the book—and how he dealt with issues, issues he explicated, dialogues he gave. Everyone in the text seemed—no, they did—to come to hear him speak at every occasion. There was something that clearly smacked me in my proverbial face: President Barack Obama. Now I'm not going to equivocate the wisdom of Solomon with that of the current president, but there is correlative significance with the media's incessant accolade of Obama's rhetoric and the Old Covenant community's adoration to hear Solomon speak.
I honestly believe that people today would, if they are Christians or idealists, would see Obama in this light. I can't remember how many articles I leaf through that exude this attitude in Newsweek and the LA Times daily news—the quipped "news that's fit to print."
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