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Jack Phillips' Cupcakes Suck? – Lakewood Colorado, Buckle of the Denver Tighty Whitey Belt

I stand by Jack Phillips right to refuse service to anybody.

I am bothered by it. It reminds me of the days of civil rights in the sixties when Jim Crow Laws had stood unchallenged for decades both north and south.

It bothers me that a successful business man can actually think that he did it all by hisself “I built it myself” and nobody in the community bothered anywhere along the way, education, loans, roads, customer good will etc.

I begin to realize why the “tighty whitey” bubble burb atmosphere surrounding Denver builds mega churches and indirectly sponsors massacres like Columbine and Aurora.

This Facebook fuss is all about a gay couple wanting to exchange vows of love and commitment in an uncertain world to each other. And wanting to buy a wedding cake from Jack who refused the honor.

I have suffered my share of stares and discrimination over the decades because my wife was Hispanic.  I know that there are two Americas, one rich, one poor, one white, one all-others, and now it is one pure male hetero and one all-others including all women as well. The rich pure white male so-called heteros are a dying minority.  Let their legacy of hate covered in sickeningly sweet cake icing die out soon in my great diverse American county.

I hope Jack Phillips enjoys making cupcakes that only his Tighty Whitey minority neighbors enjoy. I wish him luck in his business and I pray one day before he dies, he becomes a human being.

Have a nice day Jack.  

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Bread and God

The man with answers has no answers. People assume that God has all the answers. Does he?

I got into a short but strange conversation by way of compter translation with a person who contacted me on Facebook, one of those social networking websites that wants you to show a lot of photos.

The person for some reason mentioned to me my love of God. I guess he saw the name of my blog This Cultural Chrisitian and assumed that I was a full believing Christian.

Anyway, the person on the contacting end also mentioned the word “Mafia”. I assumed he was responding to one of my favorite movies being The Godfather. I joined in the conversation via a translate function and well, I did not get into good communication with this person.

He thought The Godfather was an bad movie glorifying evil. He was right but I also thought it a classic and great work of cinematic art. In any case, I did not get much out of his French except the literal computer generated translated meaning of words. I also got the sense of how closed belief is on subjects related to God, and not knowing his religious beliefs.

His translated words to me said something like he wanted to talk about God and that I wanted to discuss bread. Thus the beginning of this discussion based on two different human beings thinking that they are looking at the same object or subject and two different people getting two separate translations of the same thing according to individual prejudice.

The bread referred to in this Internet conversation/translation was about the Wedding Cake in the movie and the one I bought from the same bakery in Staten Island that made the one in the movie. Ours was a bit smaller. I wished to express my own interface with scenes in the movie and the identification with visual sites I know from Staten Island and put in the film as labeled as Long Island etc..

But it, the conversation, was a good beginning. Do we talk about bread or God when we join together and talk about God?

The Our Father speaks of our daily bread. In reality the nitty gritty of life is not God but Bread.

God is intertwined with all living things. Bread is life. God is life. We are life.