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Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Your taks dollars not working.
I don't hide the fact that I am a liberal democrat. At least, I don't think I do. Actually, I try to not comment about political matters much on my blog, do I? But in the side bar, it does say that I am a little to the left.
So with this health care reform effort, now that it is almost law, I feel I must say a few words, well-chosen or not.
I am ambivalent about abortion. I have never needed one, but my body performed one on me in 1986, much to my dismay. In that case, it is euphemistically called a miscarriage. This happens to about 15% of all pregnancies. I know several women who have, in fact, had abortions, because of wildly varying reasons. I am glad that abortion is still legal, (albeit fraught with difficulties,) in the United States.
The anti-abortionist democrats, aka pro-lifers, have held the health care reform vote in their hands and many nods have been made in their direction to secure their vote. Sigh. They say they represent their constituents that don't believe in using Federal dollars for abortion.
I remember back in the early 70s, when the anti-war movement was at its height. There were people then that did not want their taks dollars used for bombing innocent villagers in North and South Viet Nam, much less used for bombing countries that we were not at war with, i.e., Cambodia and Laos.
Those people's representatives did not seem to hear their pleas. In spite of the huge support that the anti-war movement had, conservatives were quite willing to support killing non-combatants with taks-payer money.
That is what I don't get. These same pro-lifers seem to support bombs that kill indiscriminately, (now in Iran and Afghanistan) yet they don't want to support seks education, free condoms, or any sort of birth control for unmarried women. Let's not even mention how pricey it is to adopt.
My belief about abortion is that is should be legal, which it is, and safe, and rare. I don't want to return to the time of back alley abortionists and those incredible maternal death rates. In all cases, wealthy women could always have a D and C done, it there was enough money paid to the right doctor.
I always want to ask them that if their daughter, niece, granddaughter, sister, aunt or wife were raped and conceived, would they accept that baby into their life? Only if the rapist were the same race? Had no diseases? Held the same political views?
The hypocrisy of these democratic naysayers makes me sick. If they would all adopt about four unwanted babies each, I might reconsider.
Then there are the Republicans.
So with this health care reform effort, now that it is almost law, I feel I must say a few words, well-chosen or not.
I am ambivalent about abortion. I have never needed one, but my body performed one on me in 1986, much to my dismay. In that case, it is euphemistically called a miscarriage. This happens to about 15% of all pregnancies. I know several women who have, in fact, had abortions, because of wildly varying reasons. I am glad that abortion is still legal, (albeit fraught with difficulties,) in the United States.
The anti-abortionist democrats, aka pro-lifers, have held the health care reform vote in their hands and many nods have been made in their direction to secure their vote. Sigh. They say they represent their constituents that don't believe in using Federal dollars for abortion.
I remember back in the early 70s, when the anti-war movement was at its height. There were people then that did not want their taks dollars used for bombing innocent villagers in North and South Viet Nam, much less used for bombing countries that we were not at war with, i.e., Cambodia and Laos.
Those people's representatives did not seem to hear their pleas. In spite of the huge support that the anti-war movement had, conservatives were quite willing to support killing non-combatants with taks-payer money.
That is what I don't get. These same pro-lifers seem to support bombs that kill indiscriminately, (now in Iran and Afghanistan) yet they don't want to support seks education, free condoms, or any sort of birth control for unmarried women. Let's not even mention how pricey it is to adopt.
My belief about abortion is that is should be legal, which it is, and safe, and rare. I don't want to return to the time of back alley abortionists and those incredible maternal death rates. In all cases, wealthy women could always have a D and C done, it there was enough money paid to the right doctor.
I always want to ask them that if their daughter, niece, granddaughter, sister, aunt or wife were raped and conceived, would they accept that baby into their life? Only if the rapist were the same race? Had no diseases? Held the same political views?
The hypocrisy of these democratic naysayers makes me sick. If they would all adopt about four unwanted babies each, I might reconsider.
Then there are the Republicans.
Friday, March 19, 2010
*look inside
Alas and alack, Tutu finally passed, three weeks after the Benadryl didn't kill him. He had been eating and pooping mostly in a normal way, until Wednesday. Yesterday afternoon, I put him outside in the grass while I cleaned his container and when I came to get him, he was gone. Peacefully.
Today, I took three more bunnies and several cages to their new home down in Breckinridge County, Kentucky. Yay! Saw the new quarters and surrounding area, and I am happy. Jodi will be a good mom to them.
I am down to 14 bunnies yet to move. I plan to keep Oscar Wilde Hare and Sugar as fiber pets.
The weather here has been loverly! Highs near 70ยบ and blue skies. The first daffodils have bloomed, and there is a mockingbird across the street that sings at night.
Knitting consists of a pair from Cat Bordhi's Personal Footprints for Insouciant Sock Knitters. The book, methinks, is a one trick pony. The general architecture of the sock is interesting, but all of the patterns are mostly ho-hum. I have never done toe-up socks, so that part is interesting and the heel treatment is clever and easy. I think this could have been a much cheaper book. I have more sock yarn and her first sock book, so that shall be my nekst project.
The chicks are all well, save for one that bit the dust on day 2. They are growing apace. My two grown hens have been giving me an egg almost every day, again.
Today, I took three more bunnies and several cages to their new home down in Breckinridge County, Kentucky. Yay! Saw the new quarters and surrounding area, and I am happy. Jodi will be a good mom to them.
I am down to 14 bunnies yet to move. I plan to keep Oscar Wilde Hare and Sugar as fiber pets.
The weather here has been loverly! Highs near 70ยบ and blue skies. The first daffodils have bloomed, and there is a mockingbird across the street that sings at night.
Knitting consists of a pair from Cat Bordhi's Personal Footprints for Insouciant Sock Knitters. The book, methinks, is a one trick pony. The general architecture of the sock is interesting, but all of the patterns are mostly ho-hum. I have never done toe-up socks, so that part is interesting and the heel treatment is clever and easy. I think this could have been a much cheaper book. I have more sock yarn and her first sock book, so that shall be my nekst project.
The chicks are all well, save for one that bit the dust on day 2. They are growing apace. My two grown hens have been giving me an egg almost every day, again.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Naturally Pure
So what I am about to write will piss off some of you. It's just my opinion.
I am now a certified second level Reiki practitioner as of yesterday. That's what $125, seven hours, and a piece of paper will get anyone.
My general opinion is that Reiki is 80% unadulterated horseshit, 10% placebo effect, and 10% real and/or uneksplained as yet.
I know for a fact that merely laying hands on a person will almost always make that person feel better. As human beings, as tactile beings, we need to be touched. Massage, either light or deep, is healing.
I also think that if a person pays $60 an hour for a Reiki session, they are ekspecting to feel better, they want to feel better, and so they often will feel better. I believe that people are susceptible to suggestion, some more so than others. If they are told that this particular crystal has been energized by some healing force, they will believe and maybe even benefit from that belief.
I believe in science, and science eksplains a lot, but so much is still waiting to be understood. I particularly like quantum physics, and believe that that field of study is going to reveal a lot in the coming century. (If humans live that long, that is.) I think there is indeed something real about being literally grounded as well as chi.
So, for what it is, I do feel more comfortable doing my own form of healing, my gentle and intuitive massage and laying on of hands after the class yesterday. I'll not charge money for it, though, as I feel my little talent is a gift to be freely given.
I am now a certified second level Reiki practitioner as of yesterday. That's what $125, seven hours, and a piece of paper will get anyone.
My general opinion is that Reiki is 80% unadulterated horseshit, 10% placebo effect, and 10% real and/or uneksplained as yet.
I know for a fact that merely laying hands on a person will almost always make that person feel better. As human beings, as tactile beings, we need to be touched. Massage, either light or deep, is healing.
I also think that if a person pays $60 an hour for a Reiki session, they are ekspecting to feel better, they want to feel better, and so they often will feel better. I believe that people are susceptible to suggestion, some more so than others. If they are told that this particular crystal has been energized by some healing force, they will believe and maybe even benefit from that belief.
I believe in science, and science eksplains a lot, but so much is still waiting to be understood. I particularly like quantum physics, and believe that that field of study is going to reveal a lot in the coming century. (If humans live that long, that is.) I think there is indeed something real about being literally grounded as well as chi.
So, for what it is, I do feel more comfortable doing my own form of healing, my gentle and intuitive massage and laying on of hands after the class yesterday. I'll not charge money for it, though, as I feel my little talent is a gift to be freely given.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Monday, March 08, 2010
Enjoy with Caution
Hey, chitlins!
Because I just can't help myself, I bought 7 beautiful pullets today. Pullets are hens, aka girl chickens. Five different varieties, and all of their names have vanished from my memory. Wait, there are two barred rock, and they shall be black and white. Otherwise, the other five are assorted non-white hens.
They are ensconced in a cage in the kitchen for the time being, with Zander and Princess properly abjured from messing with them.
Sweetie told me tonight, that although he is seldom home, he does love me to bring home my various creatures, especially chickens. Love you!
The new renters are so awesome! Before they have even moved in, they have done so much work on the house! You go Girls! They have pulled out the old tub and surround, and repaired the drain. Then, it was discovered that the drain from the tub just sort of petered out into the ground.
Jayzus!
They emailed me, saying that they hoped Sweetie was not responsible. I can gladly say that he was not. But still, it only reinforces my opinion of the local population. It is not good.
Oh well, it is a minor thing really, to pipe the grey water to the sewer.
Because I just can't help myself, I bought 7 beautiful pullets today. Pullets are hens, aka girl chickens. Five different varieties, and all of their names have vanished from my memory. Wait, there are two barred rock, and they shall be black and white. Otherwise, the other five are assorted non-white hens.
They are ensconced in a cage in the kitchen for the time being, with Zander and Princess properly abjured from messing with them.
Sweetie told me tonight, that although he is seldom home, he does love me to bring home my various creatures, especially chickens. Love you!
The new renters are so awesome! Before they have even moved in, they have done so much work on the house! You go Girls! They have pulled out the old tub and surround, and repaired the drain. Then, it was discovered that the drain from the tub just sort of petered out into the ground.
Jayzus!
They emailed me, saying that they hoped Sweetie was not responsible. I can gladly say that he was not. But still, it only reinforces my opinion of the local population. It is not good.
Oh well, it is a minor thing really, to pipe the grey water to the sewer.
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