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Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my head. For your safety I would like to pre-warn you of the possible ramblings and random thoughts that you may encounter in this wonderful journey through the recesses of that which has been deemed by some as a potentially dangerous realm know as.......my brain. Now I realise that this may not be a frightening situation for some but for others it may leave their internet viewing area a dilappid mess filled with feces and other sorts of human waste from the glory and greatness they will behold.

Alright, now on to the reason for my madness, this blog will initially be a place to release thoughts that I have not been able to release on the public scene. Be forewarned.

Today's topic: Praising non-exsistant talent.
This may seem to some of you as a harmless way that mormons make people feel better about themselves or an alternative to the suicide hotline. I say nay-nay my friends. What I discovered today is that this is a way to cause pain and suffering to small children and college aged people during sacrament meetings. The instigator to this ranting happened earlier today. I was happily enjoying sacrament meeting (to an extent) when they announced what was giong to happen for the remainder of the meeting, 2 speakers, young ladies who really aren't that bad looking so just in case the talks were less than enjoyable, they at least looked good doing it, and then to my horror and shocking apaulment, a musical number. O divine redeemer, performed by (for ananimty's (spelt wrong I know) sake) we will call them Milt and Large Marge. Shutter. To start the song, poor choice, and the performers have no sense of pitch and are in no way esteticly pleasing to the eye.
I sat through the first talk mildly paying attention and agreeing with the majority of the talk. I also realised that some people have very entertaining nervous laughs. The next talk was also good, pure testimony backed by a good solid topic, it was sincere and she d\s a pretty good looking girl so I was rather entertained. Then it happened. The piano was played correctly for the most part but I can only describe the singing this way. If you've ever seen a movie where they walk through an assylum where there are many disturbed people that make nioses uncontrolably, or oh oh, for those who have played assasins creed when you run into the handicapped people in the street and they run off screaming, that is how it sounded to me. as I sat there and longed for a hot poker or some other small sharp object to ram in my ear, I suffered the mental anguish the likes of which I have never before experienced.
I cried inside, until I realised who was to blame for this train wreck of a presentation. Mothers........mothers. Yes I said it. Moms that don't want to tell their little babies that they're not really all that good at what they're doing. I think that in baman begins it was stated best when burces father asked him "Why do we fall down?" the answer "so we can pick ourselves back up". Now here is where the technicalities play in, how did you fall? A lot of times, like in sacrament meeting today, people fall and they're too dense to realise that they've fallen and lay on the gound screeching a baby bird fallen from the nest. Maybe the person tripped and did pick themselves up and chose to better the situation. This is the ideal. But I find that sometimes we need to push those who need to be. Poeple can't get better if they're told that they're in a state of greatness. They'll feel it unecesary to do so. "what do you mean I'm off pitch, everyone else said I soudned great." that because they don't want to feel responsible for yuor selfinflicted domise. Which leads me to my point, if someone can't sing well tell them. It would save a lot of pain if we did so. that and it would make them feel the genuine need to improve. I love my mother. She always let me know when my singing was less than perfect and would not let me move on until it was at least appealing to the ear which in the end always seemed to be right on never off to the slightest degree.
I realise that this is a wordy first entry but it needed to be said and I felt so inclined to do so. May we all learn something from this and never settle for mediocrity, God wouldn't have it any other way.