Sunday, June 30, 2013
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Monday, April 29, 2013
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Saturday, April 13, 2013
When some one close to us dies....
we grieve and eventually move on; life demands it. When that some one is one's own child, a thing so against nature, the aching hole left in one's heart never heals; and, yet, we grieve and eventually move on. From where does that kind of fortitude come?
The families of the Sandy Hook Massacre have not had the time to fall into the abyss of grief; so necessary, if one is to go on. I dare say that they are operating, day by day, moment by moment, on a kind of auto-pilot.
Together, they have harnessed the shock of the horror they share for the good of us all; they must keep moving. Keep moving and involved in their cause to make their sacrifice mean something; some thing noble and lasting as a memorial to those gone forever. These families are becoming one; one family; they will need each other the rest of their lives.
I presume to write this because almost every one I ever loved is dead; including, one of my two adult children. Perhaps, we marvel at their strength because we cannot imagine their loss; the suddenness of it and the brutality. The very fact that they have had to form this band to take on our elected reps. reveals anew the craven nature of our culture. If I could pray I would; so, as my son used to say, 'We'll keep a good thought for them.' Amen.
I wonder what it would be like to live in a civilized country...
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
DEAD ON THE 4TH OF JULY
NEWS HOUR HONOR ROLL, EIGHT MORE:
Spc. Treavor A. Pinnick
US Army Age 20
Lawrenseville, IL,
Sgt. Joseph M. Lilly
US Army Age 25
Flint, MI,
Sgt Nicholas C. Fredsti
US Army Age 30
San Diego, CA,
Pfc. Jarrod A. Lallier
US Army Age 20
Spokane, WA,
Spec. John D. Meador, II
US Army Age 36
Columbia, SC,
Sgt. 1st Class Mathew B. Thomas
US Army Age 30
Travelers Rest, SC,
1st Lt. Ryan D. Tawl
US Army Age 30
Lexington, SC,
Sgt. Jose Rodriguez
US Army Age 22
Gustine, CA...
The carnage continues unabated; eight more young Americans wasted on this phony war; corporate empire. Eight more son who will never again enjoy 4th of July cook outs w/ friends and family. Eight more mothers and fathers left w/a hole i their hearts that will never heal. Not to mention the uncounted thousands of brown people our government loves to slaughter in the name of 'freedom' while, here at home, everything is being done to rob us of said freedoms, one by one. Disgusting.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Well, as Popeye would say............
'I've done stood all I can; I can't stands no more!'
How long will this ridiculous debate go on? I'm flabbergasted by all of these men having the god damn nerve to think that something women have wisely navigated, their own bodies and the purpose and usage thereof, should suddenly be up for grabs!
Ever since there has been reliable,safe birth control we have ceased to be slaves to our biology; we've controlled, planned if or when we will reproduce. What a concept!
When I was very young, long before I was married, I decided I would have two children and no more; that was not an option my mother had and she had four two being 'accidents'. My grandmothers had it far worse, each having eight; not counting 'miscarriages.'
As a matter of fact my paternal grandmother was advised by her doctor to have no more after about the 5th child and recommended a hysterectomy to make sure she could not get pregnant again; sounds draconian to us today but at that time a viable, life saving choice. Oh, but wait, she had no choice; her husband's consent was required and he said no. That bastard had to die before she got any peace.
That's the way it was and that is where these women hating Neanderthals long to return. Can there be any doubt? It's maddening!
Well, I had my two children and eventually divorced their father; and, I did not become a nun. I continued using birth control and actually never remarried due to my, self imposed, two child limit. I could not blame a young man for wanting his own child; however, I refused to even consider having more children. That was the choice I made and to this day I do not regret it.
My son died almost six years ago and is never far from my thoughts; his sister,like he, turned out to be a decent human being; reared by a single mom. Because they always knew they took center stage in my life, we in a way grew up together, we always had mutual respect and love for each other.
So, this is my story; just one out of millions. All along the way I knew what my choices were.
My life, my body, my choice. What could be simpler?
How long will this ridiculous debate go on? I'm flabbergasted by all of these men having the god damn nerve to think that something women have wisely navigated, their own bodies and the purpose and usage thereof, should suddenly be up for grabs!
Ever since there has been reliable,safe birth control we have ceased to be slaves to our biology; we've controlled, planned if or when we will reproduce. What a concept!
When I was very young, long before I was married, I decided I would have two children and no more; that was not an option my mother had and she had four two being 'accidents'. My grandmothers had it far worse, each having eight; not counting 'miscarriages.'
As a matter of fact my paternal grandmother was advised by her doctor to have no more after about the 5th child and recommended a hysterectomy to make sure she could not get pregnant again; sounds draconian to us today but at that time a viable, life saving choice. Oh, but wait, she had no choice; her husband's consent was required and he said no. That bastard had to die before she got any peace.
That's the way it was and that is where these women hating Neanderthals long to return. Can there be any doubt? It's maddening!
Well, I had my two children and eventually divorced their father; and, I did not become a nun. I continued using birth control and actually never remarried due to my, self imposed, two child limit. I could not blame a young man for wanting his own child; however, I refused to even consider having more children. That was the choice I made and to this day I do not regret it.
My son died almost six years ago and is never far from my thoughts; his sister,like he, turned out to be a decent human being; reared by a single mom. Because they always knew they took center stage in my life, we in a way grew up together, we always had mutual respect and love for each other.
So, this is my story; just one out of millions. All along the way I knew what my choices were.
My life, my body, my choice. What could be simpler?
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