So, I’ve been starving myself since a triple-decker PB&J around 10:00 last night.  For anyone counting, that was 13 and a half hours ago.  By the time it’s all said and done, it will be at least 2:30 before I can eat something, putting it at 16.5 hours.  I’m starving.  I’m famished.  I’m wasting away.

I’m hungry.

Of course, to top it off, I had a long meeting this morning.  Nothing says “GET ME OUT OF HERE!” like being hungry during a meeting.

Then, suddenly, because I apparently did something to tick someone off, in walked one of our project managers, carrying a gift for everyone in the room.

A tray full of cookies.

That was the point at which I passed into a coma.

Here’s the problem: I feel a burden for this country.  I feel like we’re spiraling out of control into 1) socialism and then 2) destruction.  Maybe we’re on the verge of the Second Coming of Christ (one can only hope), or maybe we’re just reaping the rewards of pushing God out of our lives (probably more likely, I regret to think).

Can we be saved?  Yeah, but the burden is on us.  So when something really fires me up, I write about it here.  Unfortunately, the burden is so strong within me that I don’t normally have the inspiration to write more here.  I’m going to aim for changing that, though.

I have a project at hand that will consist of two parts.  The first part is a book I am currently planning.  The second is a companion blog that will allow me to further expound on current topics, while the book will address the universal demons living within the country and our government.

The final concept with all this is to show how, through prayer, worship and common sense, we can turn this country around before it’s too late.

I’m a Patriot; I love my country, and I believe God gave the United States to the world to be a beacon of hope and faith in a hopeless, faithless world.  Unfortunately, rather than overcoming the world (” … In this world you will have trouble.  But take heart!  I have overcome the world.” – John 16:33), we’re letting the world rapidly overcome us.

I invite you to help me change that.  So, to facilitate that — and to return InvertedMind to its original, nonsensical, light-hearted roots, I will soon be ending political discussions here on IM.  Unless, of course, it’s to point out something nonsensical and/or light-hearted.

And, without further adieu, InvertedMind will be returning to obscurity, ambiguity, infamy, olfactory, unsatisfactory, and a whole bunch of other words that don’t make sense here but do end in -y.

Me: “I’m really glad I make you laugh.  And it’s a genuine laugh, too.”

Mi Amore: “Yeah. but in elementary school, I used to laugh when kids’ pencils fell off their desks.”

Me: (to self) “Don’t worry, Ego.  We can stop the bleeding.”

The resulting word: Egomaniacal Infarction – n.: When your ego is wounded so badly, a piece of it dies.

Fail!

The one thing I thought was normal about her — until today, that is — was her preference for food.  She always seemed to like the usual suspects.  She's a pizza fanatic, and she loves sweet stuff.  I did think it strange that she just completely stopped eating chicken fingers, though.  And my concerns became quite well founded today, when — 24 hours after shunning said chicken fingers — she ate three helpings of fresh pasta primavera.  For those of you who don't know what that is, it's basically pasta and sauteed vegetables.  The girl was thrilled to eat broccoli.  Yes, she's my child, and I loved it growing up.  But I was totally unprepared for the possibility that God would make such an exact copy of me.  I mean, really, is the world ready for two of us?

I point this out for a reason.  Someone else has now come up with a much, much more creative use for a bald Britney.  And, because this has simply rendered me speechless, I give you exhibit A: