Monthly Archives: March 2008
It doesn’t do a damn bit of good to complain about the declining species of animals that we eat. Or the degeneration of climate and habitat. Honestly, we don’t have many legal choices that we can use to stem off the coming of societal destruction.
I realize that I’m sounding like a religious doomsayer, but I believe something of that nature is imminent. Whether people act of ignorance and greed about ignoring our planet, it doesn’t change the fact that the Earth is being harmed….and that means we are harming ourselves and future generations.
I don’t know why mankind seems so bent on destroying itself. We’re capable of so much more than what we are currently doing.
I guess that we could give up eating some of those species and go about keeping our population at a steady level. Oh wait. That would be taking away some peoples’ right to have 10-15 kids that they have to struggle to keep fed and clothed. Who cares about the wild animals in the woods, when we have to make room for housing developments because of idiots multiplying like there is no tomorrow?
Bitter is my heart and head right now. I feel so empty, except for that emotional acid etching itself into the pathways of my thought processes.
Remember, it’s our right to consume every animal and every mineral until there is nothing left to take . Also remember, every unfertilized egg is a baby unborn! **end sarcasm**
Sometimes, I get odd little thoughts in my head, such as, “I wonder what the British school system teaches their students in regards to the American Revolution.”
I, in my less serious moments, think they say. “Eh. The territory was full of savages…and Indians…too. We LET them earn their freedom.”
“G. Washington bribed us.”
Or: “We were told by a time traveler that the American chaps would help us out in the future AND be a pain in Frenchies’ hineys…”
I sure as hell wouldn’t like the rest of the world to know that I got my butt handed to me by a bunch of rag-tag soldiers led by some depressed guy that was known for his extreme moodiness.
(No offense to any Brits that might read this. Brits are actually pretty awesome.)
My creative force has just gone out the window this week; sapped. I guess I’ll call my “disease” blogging malaise–I didn’t have any desire for blogging at all. Actually, scratch that. I lacked desire to do almost everything.
I didn’t want to go to work. I just wanted to hide under my covers and try to sleep. I wanted to blot out the world and cocoon myself in warm safety.
But NOOO. I get up. Go to work. Come home. Eat. Go (or try) to sleep.
I feel, on occasion, it takes a lot of courage to make it through one day.
That’s it. This story has convinced me that people are not animals….and that some of us are just born evil. I guess some people choose (or are made) to be evil, but that’s neither here or there.
I wish I hadn’t read that story. Now I feel…dirty and unclean. How can anyone dream of doing that? What happened to empathy and compassion for your fellow man? And it’s not only the tormentors that bare the onus of the woman’s demise; it also belongs to the neighbors who have seen the abuse –and chose to remain silent.
Maybe silence is the greatest evil of all.
Dumb Co-worker 1#: I’m not going to vote for Obama because he’s a Muslim like Osama.
DCW 2#: Yeeah…you’re right. Their names are eerily similiar. Do you think if he’s elected, he’ll make everyone convert?
Believe me, at this point, I had to restrain myself from bonking those two numb skulls together.
Not that it is anyone’s concern which religion Mr. Obama subscribes to, but I thought this country was founded on religious freedom. Oh yeah. Any religion so long as it is Christian.
By the way, he is a Christian….again…not that it should matter.
I’d like to think I would be able to remain calm in an emergency*, but in all reality, I could easily envision myself as the proverbial “chicken running around with no head”.
I picture various scenarios in my head: usually of a medical nature. What would I do if a) I saw someone get shot and b) what if someone I know needed CPR/Heimlich maneuver.
A) Call 911. Then assess the situation. Depending on aforementioned situation, I’d probably apply pressure to the affected limb, after determining where the pressure needs to go. Keep talking to the victim, watching the eyes for signs of shock. Try to keep person as warm as possible.
B) Uhhhh. I forgot. I need to renew my CPR certification. Here’s probably what would happen with scene a) while I wouldn’t go “ACK! Blood!! Blooooood!!!”, all my sub par medical training would PHHHPFT–right out my mental window.
I hold deep in my heart that one day, I will be a strong woman; my ideal for myself is to be one who stays calm in the face of adversity. In short; I want to be a mature woman who knows how to mix compassion and strength in equal measures, who can be counted on to not be panicky but reliable in stressful times.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
*Especially a zombie apocalypse.
I wish I hadn’t run into this video! I can’t get the song out of my
Kitty Says What head!
I’ve been looking around for some good blogs to add to my blogroll, since Just Sayin’ dropped me from his list—and so I dropped him from mine. C’est la vie, or as we say in English, don’t let the door hit ya where the Good Lord split ya!
I’m thinking about adding these two. Penny Arcade is pretty funny. Just make sure you read both the daily comic and the blog (found under the news button by the comic strip.)
The other one is, duh, written by a Catholic nun who has a good dose of humor and common sense. I love reading her ramblings and I find myself wandering there everyday to see if she put up new content. Really, the blog is excellent and can be enjoyed by anyone with an open mind to religions.
Sorry for yesterday’s lone pitiful question. Don’t know what the hell I was thinking. If I’m that worried about readership, maybe I should improve the quality?
Does anyone read my blog (besides my roommate) anymore?
I wonder how one lets peace into one’s life. Maybe I should grab peace by the ear and drag it into my life kicking and screaming!—Randi
I desire peace and tranquility. I think. I’m just worried that a peaceful, non-dramatic life will lead to ennui and intellectual malaise. Part of me craves a non hostile “debate” on a regular basis, gets me all fired up on the inside–almost as if I come fully into bloom, but part of me just wants the quiet.
According to the Buddha, desire leads to suffering. (I can see his point. Maybe that Eliot guy can take a page from the wise Buddha.) So…I guess either way I’m in for a lot of suffering. Maybe I’m a masochist. Or maybe I’m selfish because I want something like peace for myself. However; I believe, that’s the Piscean motto by the way, that peace has to begin with individuals, and because we are all
into a mob mentality social creatures, it will spread via the Butterfly effect through the world.
Most spiritual paths teach that being meek and calm is a good thing. (I AM shy, though.) I do aspire to it, but something in me just rebels at the thought of becoming as meek and mild as a church mouse. A pox on that notion, I say! I’ve never been blessed with either of those qualities, as my good-natured feistiness generally gets me into trouble. And if anyone sees me in a calm-like state….that’s not good news. It usually means I’m troubled or tired. Or really mad.
I shall see. (Mwah ha ha!)
Sorry that the quiz below didn’t turn out right. I don’t know what I did wrong…Hmmm.Things are topsy turvy in the political world. Obama leads the delegate count. (Yay!) Eliot Spitzer got caught with his pants down (ha ha), and Mrs. Clinton, I think, is very scared that Obama may win at this point.
Yeah, I support Obama. He seems…very interested in doing what’s best for the country. But hey, I might be wrong. I still may be a sucker for the ideals that he is selling.
EESSSH. I just read the paper and it says that 1 in 4 girls (between the ages of 14-19) has an STD. That’s sad.
I wish girls would learn:
Oral sex is still sex, no matter what your boyfriend says….and it IS possible to get a STD via the mouth.
Best preventative measure against STD: Abstinence. I’d recommend that because sex is too special to do for the sake of just “doing it”.
Condoms. Dental dams. Sponges. Spermcide foam. Don’t have casual sex without them. (I guess it doesn’t make it too casual, does it?)
YOU won’t feel better about yourself by having sex.
Get the HVP vaccine. And no, it’s not a form of permission slip to go out and have sex.
Children aren’t for children; they are for committed couples.
Sex is really for committed couples. (Yeah, I guess I’m a prude.) But “things” happen, and I don’t think that people should be stoned for premarital sex.
Sex is a priviledge; not a right. So don’t abuse it.