Wednesday, October 24, 2007
I love to love. And I hate to hate.
You seem hooked on this blog, Gale/Rainbowheart. You were the 10,000th visitor to this blog. And you keep coming back. Day after day. Just like so many other members of the Ladies Aid Society. Just remember, if you set your mind to it, you can overcome your addiction to this blog. Then you could urge others to follow your example. And the numbers would not keep going up, up, up. You ladies fascinate me. I keep wondering why you keep coming back for my words of wisdom. You know, Gale/Rainbowheart, I reject some comments. Because they are too foul and too nasty and unsuited for a family-oriented blog. But you generally pass muster. So you can imagine how bad some of the rejected comments must be. They sizzle with hate. The kind of hate that causes a Holocaust and wars. As for me, I try to love my enemies. That's what I was taught in Sunday School. It's a concept I'm trying to embrace. I know one thing: I love to love. And I hate to hate. --Jim Broede
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Jim,
Maybe you should find out exactly what a blog considers a visitor before you determine that you've had 10,000. You have "not" had 10,000 visitors, look it up.
And remember one thing, a blog can only claim success by the number of comments it has received. So rainbowheart, don't worry, some other lucky person will have dinner with Jim, but not too soon!
Anonymous:
I think there are many ways to claim success. After all, success is more or less in the eye of the beholder. If I've opened one mind, I consider it something of a success. If I've loved one other and had one other love me, I'd consider that an enormous success. If I'm able to say what I want to say, I think that's a success. I think that the fact that I've managed to live and survive for 72 years in a relatively happy state is a miracle. --Jim Broede
Ugh, it is so boring to read entry after entry over and over again. Can you not decide where to put your stuff? If you ever were a writer, you sure aren't one now! No wonder people visit, then never return! Yaaawn
Jim,
You are the one that is preaching hate on your blog not I. And believe your blog is NOT AN ADDICTION....I could care less if you reject what I have to say...you are the first person and you will be the last. If you believe you know hate then you know. I don't have hate in my heart..that was not how I was raised...it has nothing to do with Sunday School...is that the only thing that they taught you because you come on and say hateful things to other people not just aimed at me....i.e. the Ladies Aid Society. Whew, it is so nice to know that I'm not the poor unfortunate soul that is to have dinner with you....
Anonymous:
I see you are bored by my blog. And that you are even yawning. Well, count your blessing. I'm a cure for insomnia. I'm putting you to sleep. That's a good deed, isn't it? Now all you need are sweet dreams. --Jim Broede
Gale/Rainbowheart:
You know full well that I preach love. Not hate. That's why you keep coming back to this blog. You're attracted to love. You'd be crazy to be attracted to hate. I could teach you how to love. You really don't know how. You even mistake love for hate. Which is pretty weird. And by the way, the rules here stipulate that the 10,000th visitor to this site, and only the 10,000th visitor, gets the grand prize of dinner with me. You have up to 5 years to claim the prize. So you have time to think about it. Don't you think you'd like to have dinner with a romantic idealist, a free-thinker, a liberal and a lover? It's the opportunity of a lifetime. --Jim Broede
P.S. I suggest that you try to develop a sense of humor. It'll make for a happier life.
Jim--I think the propensity to hate often goes hand in hand with being the care giver to someone with Alz. Even when things are good there is the knowledge that things will eventually get bad. There is no way to win the fight against Alz.
The futility of the task tends to bring out the worst in many people. They cannot hate their loved ones...so...They focus on hating the disease. Soon hate becomes so ingrained that I suspect many spend most of their time hating something or someone.
The clicker tells it all. No matter how much they protest...The fact that they keep coming back is proof of their addiction.
The measure of a blog's success depends on the blogger's goals and the person doing the measuring. I don't know what your goals were when you started this one...but...Some of your entries have given me things to think about, some things to smile at, as well as glimpses of life at Birchwood.
Others seem to stop by each day to throw stones and leave irate or inane comments.
In both cases you appear to have succeeded in meeting the immediate needs of your readers.
hey, skeri,
here are some clues, to refresh your memory. They probably won't get posted(he doesn't post when someone is right), but i know jim will show you
July 30, 2007
"....The fact that I’m prepared to launch a blog. Which I probably wouldn’t have done if I hadn’t become pissed over the situation of being censored in another forum. It’ll give me a new level of satisfaction. Of happiness. For having been pissed and sad and disgruntled and depressed. I looked for a way to rebound...."
Sep 23, 2007
"...But to counter some of the ladies crap, I decided to start my own blog. Right here. You’re reading it now. Gives me a little more flexibility..."
remember now?
clicker, dicker....it shows nothing, I KNOW people who have purposely made the clicker go up and up, just to give Jim a thrill!
Anonymous:
Yes, anonymous, you quote me accurately. Lots of reasons for starting and continuing this blog. It certainly gives me a sense of being free. Pretty much to speak as I feel. Free. Able to set my own guidelines. My own rules. And I think that everything Cherie says is accurate. She knows how to think. That's one of her strengths. Anyway, I try to live by the rules of the particular locale I'm in at the moment. When I'm on the Alzheimer's message boards, I try to live by the rules established by the Alzheimer's Association. But in my blog, I live by my rules. I've discovered the world of blogs. And I rather like it. In that sense, being censored on the Alzheimer's message boards was a good thing. It channeled me in the direction of the blog. Now I have the best of two worlds -- the blog and the Alzheimer's message boards. I show up at both places daily. And when I feel restricted in the Alzheimer's message boards world, I retreat to my blog world. I'm adaptable. I've moved on in my own way, you might say. --Jim Broede
P.S. I probably wouldn't be able to post this on the Alzheimer's message boards without being deleted. And I accept that. So I don't post it there. I think that's the polite and proper thing to do. I'm a proper sort of fella. --Jim Broede
Anonymous:
Allow me to thank you for clicking the clicker and giving me a thrill. That's very kind of you. I owe you a favor. I take it I give you a thrill, too, with my words of wisdom. So maybe you've already collected the return favor. --Jim Broede
Anonoymous (10/26/07,11:20 AM)--Talk about inane comments. Yours qualifies.
I didn’t ask a question...Merely commented about hate and Alz., as well as the fact that judging a blog successful or unsuccessful is ambiguous call.
Clues? Clues to what?
The fact that you have enough brain power to successfully copy and paste a couple of Jim’s reasons for why he started his blog? If you are proud of that accomplishment...You must be dumber than a box of rocks. What else could explain why you are incapable of following someone else’s thoughts and posting an applicable comment?
Jim,
I don't need you to show me how to love..I know how to do that....sense of humor..that is the only way that I can come to your blogsite....is with the sense of humor that I have...LOL. Dinner forget it cause it AIN'T gonna' happen..not in this lifetime and I don't believe in the afterlife...it's either Heaven or Hell....
P.S. as far as this being an addiction...look it up in the dictionary because this blogsite is not an ADDITION to me....I thought you like the numbers going up.....
Ah, Rainbowheart, those with addictions are often the last to admit it. To face up to their problem. And you seem to fit that bill. Because you keep coming back to this blog. Time after time. You need it. You crave it. In a sense, you're in love with this blog. And hey, while you're looking up the meaning of addiction in a dictionary, check on the spelling, too. The second time around you misspelled addiction. You spelled it ADDITION. And that's what this blog is. Not only an addiction but an ADDITION to your life. A positive addition, if I might add. Anyway, to prove me wrong about the addiction, try not coming back to this blog for a few weeks. See if you can do it. You can't. I know full well that if you don't come back as Rainbowheart, you'll come back as anonymous. You need your fix. Your little bit of love. And this is where you find it. --Jim Broede
And another thing, Rainbowheart, yesterday you were the 11,111th visitor to this blog. That means you win the "lucky one" prize. A copy of my book, "Words of Wisdom." Indeed, you are lucky. You have this uncanny knack of being in the right place at the right time. --Jim Broede
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