My mother says I'm a controversialist - and spell-check doesn't even think that is a word.  I suspect that she made it up.  I like to argue - not about whether the sky is blue and the grass is green, but about things that are important to me or interest me or make me mad or make me think.  Of course now that I have decided to put my "talents" out into the ether, I can't think of a darned thing to say.  ::sigh::


My latest arguments have been about the Health and Human Services mandate regarding the funding of birth-control etc.; the greater and finer points of abortion (I am un-popularly pro-life); the validity of the ordination of women in the Anglican Church in North America, and a couple of other subjects that escape me at almost midnight on a Friday.  I mostly like to encourage people (who's thoughts and ideas don't make sense to me) try to explain their positions in a logical manner - an almost Herculean task in this day and age of sound-bytes, talking points, and snark-infested waters. If the exchange can be conducted in a mature, respectful manner I am pleased.  More often I get called stupid, uninformed, brainwashed, or the ever-popular "knuckle-dragging Neanderthal"...and yet I go back for more.  Glutton for punishment.


Well, that is a start, and I can say that I have my first post on my very own blog.  
Good night and God bless.