For those of you who don’t know, Chargers linebacker Shawne Merriman was arrested for allegedly choking and imprisoning Tila Tequila last weekend. You can follow the story, so far, on various news outlets. This story from ESPN.com got me thinking, particularly the final paragraph, a statement by Tequila’s lawyer:
It is never justifiable to brutally assault, choke, strike and imprison a woman,” Gutman said in a statement Tuesday night. “Once the truth is fully revealed, Mr. Merriman’s fantastic story of how he was trying to keep Ms. Tequila safe will be completely discredited. No one, especially a woman, should ever have to endure what Mr. Merriman did to Tila Tequila.
At least she hired a good lawyer. It may have been better if she had better comeback than lawyerspeak for, “Nu-uh!” From what I’ve readfrom insources–like the San Diego Union-Tribune quoting San Diego Law Enforcement (whoever arrived at the scene)–Tequila was pretty drunk.
I’m too tired and too little in the know to make a good post on this subject. But it’s ridiculous to begin with. Reminds of the time my father was released from jury duty for saying that he would grab his wife roughly if she was going to fall off a cliff.
Good answer. Although my motives aren’t completely clean: I want the Chargers to win and that happens with Merriman on the team.
Last night, I decided that I would do what I said to do. I would try to do this for a period of time: we’ll say a month. Or so. Who knows? Maybe this resolution will affect a life-changing event, similar to Julia Powell’s decision to cook her way through the Julia Child’s cookbook.
This resolution was in no way influenced by seeing that movie last night. None. Not at all. Stop looking at me like that, okay?
Anyway, I decided to what I said I would do. This does not seem a remarkable task. So, what things have I said that I will do?
1. Last night, I told Ashleigh I would write when I got home. This was the case.
2. I told everyone I would explain it. I have now done that.
3. I will help my father move new tables into his classroom.
3. is the problem. It didn’t happen. Instead, my brother helped my dad move those tables into his classroom. I did not do what I said I would do.
This presents an interesting moral-ethical conundrum. Did I violate my word in that I did not help my father move tables into his classroom? Yes.
So, one day into this great plan, my great plan is already defunct. But we’ll see how it goes. I’m not off to do something else I said I would do.
At the dinner table, my father said: “People are not persuaded to believe in God by apologetics. They believe because they need Him.”
I’m not sure if he’s correct, but I know he isn’t wrong. (Aren’t I the paradox smith?) I was not persuaded to believe God, nor to believe in Him, because of the validity of the New Testament as a historical document. Nor did I believe because of the sheer impossibility of life assembling itself out of nothingness.
I believed because I experienced God. I believed because a man died and rose again. I continued believing, though, because I knew that this Christ was a man, that the Bible was all I had, and that God could create a stone that He could not lift, and then lift it. Or something like that…