I Just Can't Help Myself. Again.

It happened again at the Kids Awards over the weekend. I saw a clip this morning of a hot young second-generation singer giving the old "I'm Blessed" speech. I just heard her, I don't know if anybody else did it too, but I've gotta repost this piece from the last music awards show I watched. I won't make a habit out of doing this, but it's this or do like Elvis and shoot my TV. My apologies to you who've read this on another site.



Those Music Award Winners are certainly inspirational.

"First, of course, I want to thank God for this award." (He chose ME to give this talent to, over all those other wanna-be singers and musicians out there.) "And I'd like to thank Him, also, for touching the hearts of the academy members who voted for me and for inspiring the fans to buy my music, taking His precious time away from . . . well, whatever else He does besides pick music awards winners." (He doesn't seem to get personally involved with wars, mass starvation, disease, the total destruction of the planet for profit, millions of people locked up in prisons, the lopsided distribution of wealth and such, but He sure is into music careers.) "I'm just SO thankful He has blessed ME here tonight. Thank you again, God!!!!
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"And my manager."
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**Postscript: Several folks who've read the above have reminded me that besides singers and musicians, sports people are big for claiming that God is rooting for them personally, too. I have to agree, though I was inspired to write on this subject after watching yet another God-thanking marathon on a music-awards show, not a sports contest. [I do always think it's presumptuous, pointing to the sky after hitting a home run, kneeling in prayer in the end zone after a touchdown, making the sign of the cross before attempting a foul shot--though I fully understand when those bull riders give thanks after living though their event each time.] I've heard a number of times after a fire or tornado passes through a neighborhood leaving only one house untouched, the home owner saying on the TV news, "Now I KNOW there's a God." I guess that's true, all the gods ever created by man have been personal: me, our family, this group, etc. I myself, after thirty-two years as a marijuana fugitive, would like to thank God for keeping me out of the misguided clutches of the law all those years. Amen.
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So, in review, though God may not be concerned with ending pain and suffering, He does appear to enjoy music, sports, and weed.
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Cool.