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Sunday, December 12, 2004
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Sunday, December 05, 2004
George W. Bush wants your teenaged daughter pregnant and date-raped!
That is the only conclusion I can come to after reading the recent study (Adobe Acrobat required) on the horribly sexist and, more importantly, fantastically ineffective abstinence-only sex education programs the White House is pouring $170 million of your taxpayer's money into.
These programs, failing to accept the fact that horny young people really want to fuck each other, fail to prevent teenage pregnancy or the spread of STDs, and may actually make both problems worse (by convincing teenagers that condoms are ineffective, so they are less likely to use them when they do give into their natural urges).
From the study:
What the hell happened to our society? When did it become Afghanistan around here? And why is there relationship advice, no matter what its nature, in a sex-ed class anyway?
Then there's the way these 'curriculum' paint an image of the sexually aggressive boy.
Seriously, I wouldn't buy this crap in a cheap Kate Hudson romantic comedy, and the White House is spending 170 million dollars on trying to make your kids act this way.
Not that I want teenagers to have sex. It's a mistake of the right to say that comprehensive sex education encourages sex. The sex ed-class in my high school (during what are increasingly looking like the golden, halcyon days of the 1990s) encouraged abstinence as the only 100 percent effective method of birth control and preventing STDs. However, recognizing the fact that horny teenagers are going to lean enthusiastically towards wanting to fuck each other, they also talked about proper condom use and birth control pills and whatnot. The buzzwords "safer sex" were used.
And never once were the girls admonished not to nag the boys.
That is the only conclusion I can come to after reading the recent study (Adobe Acrobat required) on the horribly sexist and, more importantly, fantastically ineffective abstinence-only sex education programs the White House is pouring $170 million of your taxpayer's money into.
These programs, failing to accept the fact that horny young people really want to fuck each other, fail to prevent teenage pregnancy or the spread of STDs, and may actually make both problems worse (by convincing teenagers that condoms are ineffective, so they are less likely to use them when they do give into their natural urges).
From the study:
The report finds that over 80% of the abstinence-only curricula, used by over two thirds of SPRANS grantees in 2003, contain false, misleading, or distorted information about reproductive health. Specifically, the report finds:These programs also, in my opinion, will make the next generation of teenaged girls more likely to be pressured into sex and less likely on top of that to have a condom to use to protect themselves with when that happens. Take this little gem about what happens to 'uppity women'.· Abstinence-Only Curricula Contain False Information about the Effectiveness of Contraceptives. Many of the curricula misrepresent the effectiveness of condoms in preventing sexually transmitted diseases and pregnancy. One curriculum says that “the popular claim that ‘condoms help prevent the spread of STDs,’ is not supported by the data”; another states that “[i]n heterosexual sex, condoms fail to prevent HIV approximately 31% of the time”; and another teaches that a pregnancy occurs one out of every seven times that couples use condoms. TheseThe report finds numerous examples of these errors. Serious and pervasive problems with the accuracy of abstinence-only curricula may help explain why these programs have not been shown to protect adolescents from sexually transmitted diseases and why youth who pledge abstinence are significantly less likely to make informed choices about precautions when they do have sex.
erroneous statements are presented as proven scientific facts.
· Abstinence-Only Curricula Contain False Information about the Risks of Abortion. One curriculum states that 5% to 10% of women who have legal abortions will become sterile; that “[p]remature birth, a major cause of mental retardation, is increased following the abortion of a first pregnancy”; and that “[t]ubal and cervical pregnancies are increased following abortions.” In fact, these risks do not rise after the procedure used in most abortions in the United States.
· Abstinence-Only Curricula Blur Religion and Science. Many of the curricula present as scientific fact the religious view that life begins at conception. For example, one lesson states: “Conception, also known as fertilization, occurs when one sperm unites with one egg in the upper third of the fallopian tube. This is when life begins.” Another curriculum calls a 43-day-old fetus a “thinking person.”
· Abstinence-Only Curricula Treat Stereotypes about Girls and Boys as Scientific Fact. One curriculum teaches that women need “financial support,” while men need “admiration.” Another instructs: “Women gauge their happiness and judge their success on their relationships. Men’s happiness and success hinge on their accomplishments.”
· Abstinence-Only Curricula Contain Scientific Errors. In numerous
instances, the abstinence-only curricula teach erroneous scientific information. One curriculum incorrectly lists exposure to sweat and tears as risk factors for HIV transmission. Another curriculum states that “twenty-four chromosomes from the mother and twenty-four chromosomes from the father join to create this new individual”; the correct number is 23.
One book in the “Choosing the Best” series presents a story about a knight who saves a princess from a dragon. The next time the dragon arrives, the princess advises the knight to kill the dragon with a noose, and the following time with poison, both of which work but leave the knight feeling “ashamed.” The knight eventually decides to marry a village maiden, but did so “only after making sure she knew nothing about nooses or poison.” The curriculum concludes: Moral of the story: Occasional suggestions and assistance may be alright, but too much of it will lessen a man’s confidence or even turn him away from his princess.What the hell is that? Asking the parents of daughters out there, why would you want your child to learn such a thing? Do you think the girl who has been taught this will be more likely to say no to sex if pressured? Or, if they want to have sex too, do you think they'll have a condom around?
What the hell happened to our society? When did it become Afghanistan around here? And why is there relationship advice, no matter what its nature, in a sex-ed class anyway?
Then there's the way these 'curriculum' paint an image of the sexually aggressive boy.
One curriculum teaches that men are sexually aggressive and lack deep emotions. In a chart of the top five women’s and men’s basic needs, the curriculum lists “sexual fulfillment” and “physical attractiveness” as two of the top five “needs” in the men’s section. “Affection,” “Conversation,” “Honesty and Openness,” and “Family Commitment” are listed only as women’s needs. The curriculumSo, not only are girls supposed to be accepting, adoring, meek little helpmates, but boys are brainless shallow horndogs who can have sex with anything at the drop of a hat. Oh, and they have really delicate egos, too.
teaches: “A male is usually less discriminating about those to whom he is sexually attracted. . . . Women usually have greater intuitive awareness of how to develop a loving relationship.
The same curriculum tells participants: “While a man needs little or no preparation for sex, a woman often needs hours of emotional and mental preparation.”
Seriously, I wouldn't buy this crap in a cheap Kate Hudson romantic comedy, and the White House is spending 170 million dollars on trying to make your kids act this way.
Not that I want teenagers to have sex. It's a mistake of the right to say that comprehensive sex education encourages sex. The sex ed-class in my high school (during what are increasingly looking like the golden, halcyon days of the 1990s) encouraged abstinence as the only 100 percent effective method of birth control and preventing STDs. However, recognizing the fact that horny teenagers are going to lean enthusiastically towards wanting to fuck each other, they also talked about proper condom use and birth control pills and whatnot. The buzzwords "safer sex" were used.
And never once were the girls admonished not to nag the boys.
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
The first snow
Yes, it does snow in the desert. And it is freaking cold outside!
Speaking of cold outside, if you are going to be in Taos in February and have always wanted to investigate your hidden Thor-like nature, this is something you should look into. It's invitation only, but if you follow these directions, you can come too.
Plus there's t-shirts.
I'll be there, with horns on!
Yes, it does snow in the desert. And it is freaking cold outside!
Speaking of cold outside, if you are going to be in Taos in February and have always wanted to investigate your hidden Thor-like nature, this is something you should look into. It's invitation only, but if you follow these directions, you can come too.
Plus there's t-shirts.
I'll be there, with horns on!
Saturday, November 20, 2004
Back to life...
I apologize in advance if this is too smarmy.
This is a weird post to write. For awhile I thought of just abandoning this blog all together due to the last post on it. I didn't think I could bear to look at it and even thought about taking down the blog for good.
Let me explain.
I always said I never wanted to have children. I'm a young, progressive, busy, artist type. I don't have much experience with babies. They kind of freak me out. I'm so scared I'm going to drop them, or hurt them, or give them a lifelong phobia of something. When I found out I was pregnant, I was terrified at first. What the heck would I do with a baby! How on earth would I make it through 40 weeks of healthy eating! No more cigarettes or caffeine! I was totally freaking out.
Gradually, I began to embrace the idea. I imagined how cool, clever and smart my child would be. How much they would look like their daddy. How wonderful it would be to breastfeed (food from my own body...how wholesome and economical!). I imagined making clothes and teaching a child to paint or teaching them about nature. What a well-rounded kid I would put into the world! I even picked out names: Lola or Oliver. Little Lola. Little Ollie. Cute and even a little Punk!
I embraced the role of healthy earth-goddess mother. No smoking, drinking, caffeine, processed food, or sugar. I bought trail mix to snack on instead of chips. I drank only 100 percent juice instead of soda. I even sloshed down the requisite 8 glasses of water a day. I walked, I did yoga. I stopped being so cynical and jaded all the time. I was actually feeling a little plucky.
When I had my first doctor's appointment and got to see the baby's heartbeat on ultrasound, I was amazed. How neat! I felt so...alive...to be participating in this most basic of human functions...reproduction! I felt instantly connected with women everywhere! We started to refer to the little embryo as the Speck.
Even when the morning sickness and constant fatigue kicked in, I took it in stride. When hunched vomiting into a toilet or dragging my sorry, sleepy behind to work every day I would say to myself "I'm doing this for the Speck!" I even flashed back to the lectures my own mother used to give to me..."I carried you inside me for 9 months and this is the thanks I get!" Now I could sympathize!
In other words, I had gone from practically anti-child to nascent loving mother in 2 months. Life is full of surprises.
It sure is. On Halloween, of all nights, at about 4 am, I woke with a fantastic amount of cramps. I was alone, as my husband works the graveyard shift. I had been having some light pinkish spotting the past few days but was told it was probably nothing as it was so light and pink. Well, the light pink spotting had turned into something else.
It was really horrific, sitting on the bathroom floor surrounded by a gory mess that was supposed to be little Lola or little Ollie. I'll spare you the grossest details, but it's an image I haven't been able to get out of my head. I screamed and cried until my husband came home. When he asked me, aghast, what happened all I could say was "It's gone, it's gone!" I think I cried for 72 hours straight.
So I had a miscarriage. 20 percent of pregnancies end in miscarriage, which is a number that sounds fantastically high to me in the era of boner pills and baldness cures. I am now a member of that '20-percenters' club.
Let me tell you, it couldn't possibly suck more.
What was really weird was going to vote on November 2nd. It was almost surreal, walking up to the voting booth in mincing, still crampy little steps and knowing that I really didn't give a crap about any of it anymore. I barely noticed that Dubya won. It really didn't penetrate through the haze.
The worst was going to the doctor afterwards. Sitting in that waiting room full of pregnant women, with baby magazines and maternity clothes catalogues piled everywhere was too much to handle. Seeing an OB is a weird, humiliating experience anyway.
Having another ultrasound and seeing a big empty grey space on the screen where there used to be the Speck really just set me over the edge. I had told my husband that I really, really didn't want to break down in the doctor's office and luckily he saved the day. He started to joke around, making me laugh. He made me a bouquet of those giant q-tips that all doctor's offices have but that seem to have no identifiable purpose. I don't know how I would have made it through that visit without the giant q-tip bouquet!
In general, though, I have just been hating life and the world. I have turned a complete 180 of how I felt when I was pregnant. I am either sad or furious all of the time. When I think of all of the abused children or crack babies or babies who were left in cars and died, or Iraqi children crushed under their homes, or Israeli children killed by a suicide bomber, or Palestinian children caught in crossfire I want to punch a wall. It's so not fair that any old asshole gets to have a child and I don't.
Mostly, though, I am furious at the universe for making me realize that I do want children, that I would make a great mother and I wouldn't scar a baby for life or drop them or give them psychological problems and then taking it all away from me. Why? Where's the life lesson? What am I supposed to take away from this? I don't get it.
In the past few days I'm feeling like I'm coming back to life. I will get back to blogging. It seems like recently all I've had is one medical problem after another that's keeping me from doing so, but not anymore. Even if I have to stray into the personal, this blog has been my venting space for over two years and I'm not about to stop now.
One thing I found out that kind of opened my eyes was that my mother had three miscarriages and my grandmother had seven. Seven! I can't imagine experiencing this seven times. Of course, my grandmother had 13 children (not counting the seven) so she was just super strong anyway. Seriously, women kick ass.
And as a kick-ass woman, I think I'll survive this one after all.
I apologize in advance if this is too smarmy.
This is a weird post to write. For awhile I thought of just abandoning this blog all together due to the last post on it. I didn't think I could bear to look at it and even thought about taking down the blog for good.
Let me explain.
I always said I never wanted to have children. I'm a young, progressive, busy, artist type. I don't have much experience with babies. They kind of freak me out. I'm so scared I'm going to drop them, or hurt them, or give them a lifelong phobia of something. When I found out I was pregnant, I was terrified at first. What the heck would I do with a baby! How on earth would I make it through 40 weeks of healthy eating! No more cigarettes or caffeine! I was totally freaking out.
Gradually, I began to embrace the idea. I imagined how cool, clever and smart my child would be. How much they would look like their daddy. How wonderful it would be to breastfeed (food from my own body...how wholesome and economical!). I imagined making clothes and teaching a child to paint or teaching them about nature. What a well-rounded kid I would put into the world! I even picked out names: Lola or Oliver. Little Lola. Little Ollie. Cute and even a little Punk!
I embraced the role of healthy earth-goddess mother. No smoking, drinking, caffeine, processed food, or sugar. I bought trail mix to snack on instead of chips. I drank only 100 percent juice instead of soda. I even sloshed down the requisite 8 glasses of water a day. I walked, I did yoga. I stopped being so cynical and jaded all the time. I was actually feeling a little plucky.
When I had my first doctor's appointment and got to see the baby's heartbeat on ultrasound, I was amazed. How neat! I felt so...alive...to be participating in this most basic of human functions...reproduction! I felt instantly connected with women everywhere! We started to refer to the little embryo as the Speck.
Even when the morning sickness and constant fatigue kicked in, I took it in stride. When hunched vomiting into a toilet or dragging my sorry, sleepy behind to work every day I would say to myself "I'm doing this for the Speck!" I even flashed back to the lectures my own mother used to give to me..."I carried you inside me for 9 months and this is the thanks I get!" Now I could sympathize!
In other words, I had gone from practically anti-child to nascent loving mother in 2 months. Life is full of surprises.
It sure is. On Halloween, of all nights, at about 4 am, I woke with a fantastic amount of cramps. I was alone, as my husband works the graveyard shift. I had been having some light pinkish spotting the past few days but was told it was probably nothing as it was so light and pink. Well, the light pink spotting had turned into something else.
It was really horrific, sitting on the bathroom floor surrounded by a gory mess that was supposed to be little Lola or little Ollie. I'll spare you the grossest details, but it's an image I haven't been able to get out of my head. I screamed and cried until my husband came home. When he asked me, aghast, what happened all I could say was "It's gone, it's gone!" I think I cried for 72 hours straight.
So I had a miscarriage. 20 percent of pregnancies end in miscarriage, which is a number that sounds fantastically high to me in the era of boner pills and baldness cures. I am now a member of that '20-percenters' club.
Let me tell you, it couldn't possibly suck more.
What was really weird was going to vote on November 2nd. It was almost surreal, walking up to the voting booth in mincing, still crampy little steps and knowing that I really didn't give a crap about any of it anymore. I barely noticed that Dubya won. It really didn't penetrate through the haze.
The worst was going to the doctor afterwards. Sitting in that waiting room full of pregnant women, with baby magazines and maternity clothes catalogues piled everywhere was too much to handle. Seeing an OB is a weird, humiliating experience anyway.
Having another ultrasound and seeing a big empty grey space on the screen where there used to be the Speck really just set me over the edge. I had told my husband that I really, really didn't want to break down in the doctor's office and luckily he saved the day. He started to joke around, making me laugh. He made me a bouquet of those giant q-tips that all doctor's offices have but that seem to have no identifiable purpose. I don't know how I would have made it through that visit without the giant q-tip bouquet!
In general, though, I have just been hating life and the world. I have turned a complete 180 of how I felt when I was pregnant. I am either sad or furious all of the time. When I think of all of the abused children or crack babies or babies who were left in cars and died, or Iraqi children crushed under their homes, or Israeli children killed by a suicide bomber, or Palestinian children caught in crossfire I want to punch a wall. It's so not fair that any old asshole gets to have a child and I don't.
Mostly, though, I am furious at the universe for making me realize that I do want children, that I would make a great mother and I wouldn't scar a baby for life or drop them or give them psychological problems and then taking it all away from me. Why? Where's the life lesson? What am I supposed to take away from this? I don't get it.
In the past few days I'm feeling like I'm coming back to life. I will get back to blogging. It seems like recently all I've had is one medical problem after another that's keeping me from doing so, but not anymore. Even if I have to stray into the personal, this blog has been my venting space for over two years and I'm not about to stop now.
One thing I found out that kind of opened my eyes was that my mother had three miscarriages and my grandmother had seven. Seven! I can't imagine experiencing this seven times. Of course, my grandmother had 13 children (not counting the seven) so she was just super strong anyway. Seriously, women kick ass.
And as a kick-ass woman, I think I'll survive this one after all.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Vomiting: my new favorite hobby
Well, now that all the family members have been informed I guess I might as well blog about it. I am with child!
This is of course exciting and creepy at the same time. But, since all I've done for the past six weeks is sleep and throw up, I've not really been keeping up on the news. Hence the paucity of blogging.
Well, now that all the family members have been informed I guess I might as well blog about it. I am with child!
This is of course exciting and creepy at the same time. But, since all I've done for the past six weeks is sleep and throw up, I've not really been keeping up on the news. Hence the paucity of blogging.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Babe Ruth's Piano
I don't even like baseball. To me, it's like a severely boring arcana of odd rules and funny outfits. All that squatting and running weirdly and spitting and ball-scratching just isn't for me.
However, you gotta love the Red Sox beating the Yankees last night. Awesome!
I only lived in Boston for a short time, and I didn't exactly love it, but that must be a really happy city right now. Even the Citgo sign must be smiling.
I don't even like baseball. To me, it's like a severely boring arcana of odd rules and funny outfits. All that squatting and running weirdly and spitting and ball-scratching just isn't for me.
However, you gotta love the Red Sox beating the Yankees last night. Awesome!
I only lived in Boston for a short time, and I didn't exactly love it, but that must be a really happy city right now. Even the Citgo sign must be smiling.
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
This quiz is a sad substitute for a real post...
I'm neglecting you, I know.
I find this quiz fun but slightly sexist in a vague, unsettling way. Via Moonshine Highways.
I'm neglecting you, I know.
I am Indie Girl
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I find this quiz fun but slightly sexist in a vague, unsettling way. Via Moonshine Highways.
Monday, October 11, 2004
RIP
Let's hope that some good can come out of the death of Christopher Reeve, who always seemed to me like a really nice guy, even before he was paralyzed, and more attention will be brought to the possibilities of stem cell research in healing spinal cord injuries.
Let's hope that some good can come out of the death of Christopher Reeve, who always seemed to me like a really nice guy, even before he was paralyzed, and more attention will be brought to the possibilities of stem cell research in healing spinal cord injuries.
Reeve died Sunday of complications from an infection caused by a bedsore. He went into cardiac arrest Saturday, while at his Pound Ridge home, then fell into a coma and died Sunday at a hospital surrounded by his family, his publicist said.Stem cells might have saved his life. Stem cells, taken from abandoned frozen embryos that rich people spend hundreds of thousands of dollars creating instead of just adopting a baby, I might add.
His advocacy for stem cell research helped it emerge as a major campaign issue between President Bush (news - web sites) and Sen. John Kerry (news - web sites). His name was even mentioned by Kerry during the second presidential debate on Friday.
Friday, October 08, 2004
Need some wood?
Thank you very much, Mr. President. I will now be having horrible nightmares about your (shudder) wood.
I'll post about the debate tomorrow. Right now I really, really need to go to bed.
I am glad, though, that John Kerry finally got nasty and angry tonight. I loved the 'the President didn't find WMDs so now he has weapons of mass deception about my positions' bit.
Also, I think 'the internets' is going to become my favorite Bushism.
But now for sleep. I have to got to work at 3 a.m. So I'll post later. You know, on the internets.
Thank you very much, Mr. President. I will now be having horrible nightmares about your (shudder) wood.
I'll post about the debate tomorrow. Right now I really, really need to go to bed.
I am glad, though, that John Kerry finally got nasty and angry tonight. I loved the 'the President didn't find WMDs so now he has weapons of mass deception about my positions' bit.
Also, I think 'the internets' is going to become my favorite Bushism.
But now for sleep. I have to got to work at 3 a.m. So I'll post later. You know, on the internets.
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Dirty, dirty liar!
As underwhelmed as I was by Edwards' performance at the debate, it can't be ignored that Dick Cheney is a lie-spurting machine.
My favorites are the bold assertions that while Cheney is down at the Senate most Tuesdays 'doing his job,' John Edwards has skipped out on work so often that he'd never met him before that night.
Ha!
Not only had they met like 3 times before (evidence: both pictorial and in video), but if like 4 times in 4 years counts as 'most Tuesdays,' then I'm worse at math then my second-grade teacher always said.
As underwhelmed as I was by Edwards' performance at the debate, it can't be ignored that Dick Cheney is a lie-spurting machine.
My favorites are the bold assertions that while Cheney is down at the Senate most Tuesdays 'doing his job,' John Edwards has skipped out on work so often that he'd never met him before that night.
Ha!
Not only had they met like 3 times before (evidence: both pictorial and in video), but if like 4 times in 4 years counts as 'most Tuesdays,' then I'm worse at math then my second-grade teacher always said.
Bleh
I, for one, think that last night's rather nasty little debate between the Vice President and Senator Edwards was less satisfying than last week's ass-whupping by John Kerry. Personally, I wish Edwards had talked about Halliburton more.
With a good deal of taxpayer's money going to Halliburton, a corporation that is under investigation for both overcharging the American government for the 'reconstruction' of Iraq and for bribing its way into Nigerian oil contracts, Edwards should have been saying "Halliburton" as often as the President said "Mixed Messages" last week. Halliburton. Halliburton, Halliburton.
This enrages me more than almost anything regarding the mess the White House has made of Iraq. The reconstruction could have been like Iraq's New Deal, a jobs=generating effort to unite the nation, give industries something to do, and allow the Iraqi economy to start moving again after a war and years of crippling sanctions. Sheesh, we even helped the fascist Axis powers reconstruct after WWII, and now Germany, Italy, and Japan are thriving, modern, democratic countries.
With Iraq's economy being engulfed by Halliburton and Bechtel, and Iraqi workers living with a freakishly high unemployment rate, no wonder they are humiliated by the occupation. If Canadians invaded the US, gave the job running a factory that's been yours for years to a Canadian, and either just laid you off entirely or gave you some menial job, how would you feel about Canada?
If I had been John Edwards last night, I would have pounded this mental image into the heads of everyone watching: The Vice President is hopelessly entwined with a corrupt corporation that lies and bribes, and is using taxpayer's money to keep the Iraqi people angry at us. It's the truth.
Speaking of the truth, didn't you just love Cheney's plug for 'factcheck.com,' presumably a website that backs up his statements? Well, beyond the fact that the last time I tried to use the Internet as a source on a term paper I got docked a big fat one, and beyond the fact that he couldn't even get the name of the website right (when you do a lot of making shit up, keeping facts straight seems less important) but the website doesn't even agree with him.
Hopefully, the next debate will be more satisfying. I think either Dick Cheney isn't as dumb as Bush, or Edwards isn't as good an orator as Kerry, or both.
I, for one, think that last night's rather nasty little debate between the Vice President and Senator Edwards was less satisfying than last week's ass-whupping by John Kerry. Personally, I wish Edwards had talked about Halliburton more.
With a good deal of taxpayer's money going to Halliburton, a corporation that is under investigation for both overcharging the American government for the 'reconstruction' of Iraq and for bribing its way into Nigerian oil contracts, Edwards should have been saying "Halliburton" as often as the President said "Mixed Messages" last week. Halliburton. Halliburton, Halliburton.
This enrages me more than almost anything regarding the mess the White House has made of Iraq. The reconstruction could have been like Iraq's New Deal, a jobs=generating effort to unite the nation, give industries something to do, and allow the Iraqi economy to start moving again after a war and years of crippling sanctions. Sheesh, we even helped the fascist Axis powers reconstruct after WWII, and now Germany, Italy, and Japan are thriving, modern, democratic countries.
With Iraq's economy being engulfed by Halliburton and Bechtel, and Iraqi workers living with a freakishly high unemployment rate, no wonder they are humiliated by the occupation. If Canadians invaded the US, gave the job running a factory that's been yours for years to a Canadian, and either just laid you off entirely or gave you some menial job, how would you feel about Canada?
If I had been John Edwards last night, I would have pounded this mental image into the heads of everyone watching: The Vice President is hopelessly entwined with a corrupt corporation that lies and bribes, and is using taxpayer's money to keep the Iraqi people angry at us. It's the truth.
Speaking of the truth, didn't you just love Cheney's plug for 'factcheck.com,' presumably a website that backs up his statements? Well, beyond the fact that the last time I tried to use the Internet as a source on a term paper I got docked a big fat one, and beyond the fact that he couldn't even get the name of the website right (when you do a lot of making shit up, keeping facts straight seems less important) but the website doesn't even agree with him.
Hopefully, the next debate will be more satisfying. I think either Dick Cheney isn't as dumb as Bush, or Edwards isn't as good an orator as Kerry, or both.
Monday, October 04, 2004
I am so Cheesy
Cheese Test: What type of cheese are you?
Meep! I am good on French Fries!
Via tsuredzuregusa.
Cheese Test: What type of cheese are you?
Meep! I am good on French Fries!
Via tsuredzuregusa.
Sunday, October 03, 2004
And speaking of...
The PeaceWalk gets hate mail!
The PeaceWalk gets hate mail!
Hello,Personally, I think this guy is a serious loser who doesn't have anything better to do than to send stupid emails to a non-profit organization making an honest effort to turn the world into a better place. My father, though, gave him a well-worded response.
After you complete a peace walk, do the Muslim members of the peace walk cut
the heads off of the Jews, blow up Jewish schoolbuses, and demand that all
Jews fight to end the very existence of Israel while screaming "god is
great!" and shooting guns in the air while screaming at the top of your
lungs?
Curious,
Chris
Peace be with you Chris:Well put. Not that I think Chris will listen.
It is interesting that you take the incidents committed by a small radical component of the Muslim community that are really fringe extremists and put that on all of the 1.5 billion Muslims in the world. Is it true that because a few men and countries had enslaved my African ancestors, and because a portion of the population of Europe helped in the killing of 6 million Jew during the holocaust, or that the Klu Klux Klan lynched many African Americans, or that hundreds of thousands of native peoples were slaughter throughout north and south America, or that Stalin killed over 30 million of his people that all white people or Christian peoples are evil or want to put all Jews in ovens or enslave all African-Americans?
If this were true that the 1.5 billion Muslims of the world believe this then the 1 in 5 portion of the population would be creating total havoc in all parts of the world. Of the 10 million Muslims that live in America, of which 45% are African American, where have you heard or seen any of the rhetoric that you are claiming. I have not heard any of our communities spouting any such thing. If anything we condemn suicide bombings, beheadings and etc. as unIslamic barbaric acts. Was slavery, the slaughter of hundreds of thousands of native Americans or the genocide of Bosnians by Serb Christians, Christian acts of Jesus even though Christian doctrine was used to justify these acts. I would say no, not in the least.
After having over 8 peacewalks around the US to answer your question, have you seen in in the American news media any news of beheadings or blowing up of schoolbuses or shooting of guns at innocent children????? No you have not!!!! and will not!!!
If anything, if you had read any of the newspaper articles associated with these events and followup events afterwards you would have read about Muslim, Jewish and Christian communities coming together and working for each others benefit for peace.
Please look at your own history of America and Europe and see that in this last century that over 120 million people have been killed in wars of conquest, racism, bigotry. Yet does the action of a few extremist leaders and countries condemn the whole population of white Europeans and Americans. Based on your logic that would make them the most evil and barbaric people on the face of the earth.
Look beyond the surface and get to know truly what Islam is about and stop the indictment of a whole people because of the actions of a few, because the tables can be reversed with your logic for your own people also if this were true. Myself as an America can say that for my African American people, my brother native Americans and many Hispanic Americans of this country we could make a similar claim, yet it would not be fair to the majority of people who had no part what so ever in those atrocities.
Open your heart and your mind and look at your own history before you make such ridiculous statements. If you were truly curious you would make the effort to go beyond
pure prejudicial comments and seek the truth that is right in front of you.
May the peace and blessings of the creator be with you,
Abdul Rauf
Saturday, October 02, 2004
Hmm.
I guess it speaks to the level of which my faith in others, specifically other Americans, has fallen that I'm shocked neither by these photos nor the conduct of the racist fanatics trolling the comments here.
Of course we killed innocent people. If you posted all the pictures of innocent people the American government is responsible for killing you'd need infinite bandwidth. From Asia to Africa to South America, the United States has had a hand, often indirectly but very often directly, in the deaths of a lot of innocent people who committed the crime of being born in a particular place.
And of course people are going to have knee-jerk, self-centered, hateful racist reactions. Historically, it's what people do best. It no longer surprises me to hear people lump together all Arabs, even all Muslims into one 'enemy.' Lord knows, Bush's heavy-handed (a euphemism, I know) policies have allowed al-Qaida to do the same to us. In fact, Bush has united different groups who used to hate each other. Now they all just hate us.
If Bush wins re-election, I'm moving to Canada. If I can convince Brian to stand the cold.
I guess it speaks to the level of which my faith in others, specifically other Americans, has fallen that I'm shocked neither by these photos nor the conduct of the racist fanatics trolling the comments here.
Of course we killed innocent people. If you posted all the pictures of innocent people the American government is responsible for killing you'd need infinite bandwidth. From Asia to Africa to South America, the United States has had a hand, often indirectly but very often directly, in the deaths of a lot of innocent people who committed the crime of being born in a particular place.
And of course people are going to have knee-jerk, self-centered, hateful racist reactions. Historically, it's what people do best. It no longer surprises me to hear people lump together all Arabs, even all Muslims into one 'enemy.' Lord knows, Bush's heavy-handed (a euphemism, I know) policies have allowed al-Qaida to do the same to us. In fact, Bush has united different groups who used to hate each other. Now they all just hate us.
If Bush wins re-election, I'm moving to Canada. If I can convince Brian to stand the cold.
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