Compassion is not a luxury

The recent attacks in Paris and the refugee crisis has brought about a shit storm on social media.  Everyone has an idea about how to handle it and if USA should  be more involved.

Well I think we should go to the experts for advice. Let's ask some Jewish people how we should help, they certainly world be able to identify with the refugees.  Then we can ask the soldiers who liberated the concentration camps what they think. 

Move up a war or two and ask those who had to flee from Milosevic in Kosovo in the 90s. The genocide there brought a wonderful group of new Americans to our shore.  As I recall many churches sponsored families and helped them find jobs,  apartments and food .  Ask those people if they were thankful to get away from soldiers stealing their 13 year old daughters from the home and returning them in the morning almost bleeding to death from being raped all night.  Ask the soldiers who served there if anything was settled 10 years later.  They will say no.  And despite that they felt good about doing their jobs,  keeping the peace with the UN because they knew humans need to help other humans.

We are defined by our compassion and selflessness.  The need to put others above ourselves is what makes us different from most species of animals. 

So, let's ask the experts about helping the Syrian refugees. ..Ask them how and how many we should help,  if any.

I have no doubt the answer will be to help as many as we can with as much as we can share. Period!

People who are incapable of doing their jobs should be fired

I am surprised at the fact that our state legislators still have a job.  In most jobs if you are an incompetent boob you get fired.  But not politicians!

I work at a special needs school.  The latest threat due to no budget is that the buses will not be funded to bring our students to school.  So parents of children in wheel chairs and with challenges that include cognitive disabilities, autism, and emotional support, just to name a few, have to provide their own transportation.

Imagine your mornings with a typical kid and think what these parents will have to go through.

I believe the legislators who cannot do their job and pass this budget should have to provide transportation for our students. It's the least they could do for these poor parents. 

Honestly,  besides  weatherman,  only our elected officials are allowed to mess up 90 % of the time and keep their jobs. 

"Let them eat cake!!" Marie Antoinette

Since Easter is tomorrow and this page on Facebook "Right Wing News" got me goin this morning before I EVEN had my two cups of coffee, and anyone in my life knows THAT is a downright dangerous thing to do, I will blog today about hatred.

It's pretty simple, if you choose to weigh your life and soul down with hatred then hate about a choice not how someone was born.

The Right Wing thing this morning went like this..."If a black man shouldn't have to make a cake for the KKK. Then a Christian shouldn't have to make one for a gay man."

Now, we all can see the logic (not the really stupid obvious logic but the Platonic type logic) is all off here. If the black man doesn't have to bake for the KKK (the hatred group) then the GAY man shouldn't have to bake for the Christians (the hatred group).

Now, the black man cannot choose to be black.

The gay man cannot choose to be gay. (I will hit THAT argument later in the blog..wait for it..wait for it..)

Someone definitely can choose to NOT join the KKK.

And can choose not to be Christian....

At least, the choice is an option for both of those. However, some would argue that if you are born into a KKK family, or a Mormon family, or an Amish family, or a Muslim family, or some Christian families the choice to not join those groups is not your own. You would have to leave everything you know and love to make that choice, including your family. One "choice" problem they share with a gay person.

But it is a choice, nonetheless.

Some gay people I know choose to live straight.  This happened all the time when I was growing up in the '60s and '70s. But everyone kinda knew so and so's dad was gay and just never said anything. You never quite heard about this in the lesbian community, those girls were always just "very good at sports", lol. In fact the Christians real problem seems to be with gay MEN. No one really cares about lesbians and I kinda think that is because every straight man has a girl on girl porn tape hidden in the back of their closet. Right? You KNOW YOU DO!! Yup...all us chicks know all about it too...you ain't hidin' nothin' big guy.

This is also the Mormon's "answer" to the "gay problem" - a group called Same Sex Attraction or SSA - TLC had a show called "My husband's not gay" . A very interesting take on it all. They are allowed to look but not touch basically since the "husbands" in the show were all staring at a guy's butt together and going on "camping trips" that the one guys wife said, "NO WAY, remember the last time?" to when her husband announced they were all taking the new SSA member on a camping trip. They choose to lead a straight life so they don't have to lose everything they know and love because they are gay. The church has come out in favor of LGBT rights, kind of, as long as the government leaves them alone in their anti-gay marriage stance. So, all in all, the Mormons are more open than most religions. That said, it ain't much.

Despite all of these apparent choices that the gay community has over the black man, in the end, they are still gay, he is still black, I am still pissed that we hate how people are born.

If you want to hate a choice an adult makes to be Christian say, then go right ahead. Those Christians are evil people telling the world that gays are bad and evil, and  lets face it, at one point in history or another the Christians have killed, maimed and raped just about every kind of people in order to turn them Christian. Why do you think it's one of the biggest religions in the world. When they came to your pagan village you became a Christian or ELSE!! They hated the blacks down south using the religion to begin organizations like the KKK, among others. Christianity has begot more horrific hatred in the name of Jesus Christ, a man of peace and love, than any other organization, including the Nazi's Religious views of Adolf Hitler - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia or Muslims https://abagond.wordpress.com/2013/04/24/are-christians-more-violent-than-muslims/. So, if one chooses to be Christian and you want to hate them, then I get it.

But don't hate a black man, a woman, a gay person. They didn't choose that. According to the Christian Bible, they were made in HIS IMAGE!

Go ahead bake them all a cake! Have a party, get to know one another. Maybe then you will find it harder to hate.

In fact, I think we should all across America, have "CAKE PARTIES" and include Christians who are against serving gays and the gays they don't want to serve. It may start dialogue and understanding. We can call them Marie Antoinette parties!! There ya go, the answer to the LBGT dilemma! That and having that lesbian porn in the closet! :}

Just a little rant about life and Zombies and the right thing to do....not funny at all.....just the opposite.

I guess the question becomes, "Are we ever, as a family, going to trust anyone again. Let them in again." And this is why we all have such a hard time joining a church family. When we let you in we are all in...for you.
But are you "all in" for us? All in means, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health.

As I watch the "Walking Dead" it reminds me of our dilemma as a family. Are you worthy is always on our minds. This decision used to be very easy. This decision used to be made by Peter and I. Peter would say be careful. I would say we need to help everyone.

But we have been fucked. Many a time. And it's not that easy.

You become gun shy. You start to ask questions, like how many Zombies have you killed? How many people have you killed?

And this kind of thinking boils over into church family. Yes, we think of our church as family. And despite our varying beliefs and journeys and paths, IF IF IF, we commit to a church.....the church is getting something GREAT!!! But we walk our talk and  if other people don't walk their talk, in the past, church or not, we are OUT...so our commitment to people and churches goes through a rigorous scrutiny and endless family discussions like no other.

We think we found a good group of people in this church we are going to, but some of us are still not ready to commit. We have been burned many a time, much like the walking dead group. So, why do I watch this show...it's life. It's the tests anyone who is "all in" gives people in their own head but our in the open. Cuz it's safe and acceptable in THAT world. But people who live THIS life, really live it, get to a point, just like Rick and his group, where they have to decide....are you one of us? OR are you the DEAD?

I feel sad that I have gotten to this point. I was one of the last hold outs in our group. I just hope someday I will find people who can fight WITH me in THIS world without losing my soul to do it.

The Walking Dead is about OUR WORLD. Pay attention! Who can YOU trust?

I feel lucky. I have a few. A few people outside of family that would do anything for me just if I asked them to, no questions asked and they know that is true for me if they asked. But I want to believe there are more than just those few. I keep searching...but it's becoming harder and harder to look...harder and harder to trust that there are MORE people out there.

The place that scares me the most is church. For me it was a safe haven. But people have taken over the message in many places and you cannot trust in it anymore. At least I can't. But I am still trying and that is the main thing...and I see people looking to me, asking ME. I try not to ask questions that haven't been asked. But people are asking now...do they really wanna know?

I am not sure...just not sure.....if they wanna know the truth. Are they willing to believe in each other, in themselves? Are they willing to make it through this life relying on THEMSELVES and the ones they trust?

It takes balls! It takes lots and lots of balls to be that sure of yourself and those you love and trust. Much much harder a decision than relying on God or anyone else for that matter. You are responsible for yourself, your actions, your community, your government, your schools, your choices.....your life. And that decision includes others because no man is an island...right? So, you have to figure out a way to commune with people you don't trust....you HAVE to take a chance that others are good souls. Man...that's HARD!!

But we have to......or we might as well be Michone with the two zombie's on a leash. Alone.

So, if we are going to be a part of this society we need to be "all in" with someone, with some group of people for better for worse......right? I was wrong in the past to leave on principle. I wasn't all in! I should have fought .......fought for what was right. Changed from within. I was protecting my children, but what I taught them was to run from adversity. And THAT was wrong.

So, we need to make a choice. We can't be an island. Well, we CAN be an island cuz we are badasses but we should CHOOSE not to be...just because it's the right thing to do.

It's time for crack

Happy Easter Bunny, BWAWK BWAWK!

You have all seen the commercial...all kinds of creatures are auditioning for a part as the easter bunny.
But what you don't know is that they are all on crack. Yes, it is true! Why else would a cat want to be the Easter Bunny. He would have to hop all over the world hiding shit for little kids. That's not very cat like.

Why else would a dog or a chicken or a cow wanna dress up in rabbit ears making fools of themselves. No self respecting cow would act that way, maybe a chicken, they are naturally unsure of themselves, but a dog??? NEVER!

So, the answer is... they are on crack.

Now if you have never tried crack, let me tell you it is addictive. The first time you try one morsel you are hooked and the only way you will give it up is if someone pries it out of your cold dead hands. The crack I am talking about, of course, is Cadbury Mini Eggs.

My family could eat a whole big bag in like half an hour. The crackle of the outside shell and the mouth watering chocolate inside, OMG!!

You have to be careful about this because not everyone knows what crack really is. My husband texted me once when I was at Wal Mart, "Hey, pick up some crack!"

I was at the check out and I said to the cashier, "Damn my husband wants crack, can you hold on a minute. I will be right back."

I ran off to get some crack and by the time I came back with my five bags (well, I needed some too!) there was a renta cop at the register..."Mam, this cashier said you asked her to buy you crack."

I just looked at him, holding up my armful of Cadbury Mini Eggs and smiled.

"Crack," I said.

"Yesssssss Craaaaaaack," he said in a maniacal voice, walking back to the Easter display.

I thought, oh he is so one of US!
The cashier wasn't there when I turned around. I think she quit.

My son's on a rant

So, my son, who usually doesn't rant, is on a rant about smoking while driving vs. cell phone use while driving and the evils of both.

I get it, there are a million things you can do in a car to cause distracted driving. When I was in sales I saw everything from people with homemade devices that fit on the steering wheel and held the newspaper so they could read while driving in bumper to bumper traffic on MD 270 going 70 mph with  less than one car length between them and the car in front of them because if they left more than one car length someone would cut into that hole from one of the seven lanes of traffic fighting to get to work faster than you,  to chicks with coffee in their hands, headsets on so they could talk on their cells legally, putting their mascara on while driving with their windows open to dry their hair... but the mascara is the real issue cuz if you have ever poked yourself in the eye with a mascara brush it is THE most painful feeling in the world, with the exception of burning your eye with a curling iron because you forgot to look in the mirror while curling your hair and instead looked right at the iron that was around your bangs and the only reason you are not blind in one eye is the hair was in the way... but I digress. And yes, that happened to me!

The point is there are a million things to distract you while driving and cell usage is the least of your worries. Twins, who are breast fed, in a car seat while on a long trip for instance. Or a 10 year old who knows how to "get" the 7 year old and make the seven year old scream and whine until you wish you were a barren nun so you didn't have to listen to these heathen children for one more minute. I once saw a guy getting a BJ while driving. So...there are things more distracting than cells while driving.

I personally, while driving to my son's high school football game and sipping on my water bottle filled with wine, have dropped a cd, picked it up from under the passenger's seat, put it in the cd player while swatting children in the back seat and spilled an old cup of coffee on my lap and not skipped a beat while driving.
Then again I grew up in upstate NY where your parent takes you to an icy parking lot and forces you into a spin on ice, brings you to the top of an icy mountain and tells you to make your way down while not using the brakes, forces you to parallel park in traffic with everyone cussin you out and beeping their horns into a spot that is clearly to small for your vehicle and makes you learn how to change a tire and the oil before you can take your drivers test. This is the same state that the Facebook joke posted on a wintry highway scene says, "90 percent of America sees these weather conditions and stays home, closes school and prays for the best. The other 10 percent live in upstate NY and say, "Hold my coffee and watch this."

So, are cells and smoking bad for concentration...absolutely. But there are a million other things that are as well, like eating a whopper...it does take two hands...that are equally as dangerous and not illegal. So, it makes one pause...maybe these new Jetson cars that park and brake for you are the answer, then we can smoke a doobie, drink wine, put on our makeup, read the paper, light up a Winston and answer our cell phones and NOBODY will care.

But until then, put duct tape on your kid's mouths, leave your vices at home and drive safe!!

Her real name is Ella

A disclaimer: This is tongue in cheek, funny, satire, it in no way is meant to offend and if you were offended please PM me so we can discuss. 

Two of my granddaughters went to see the movie Cinderella yesterday and when I asked the seven-year-old how the movie was she said, "Did you know her real name is Ella?"

And that is what the point of the movie should be in opinion. This chick has no balls. I haven't seen the new movie but the original version shows a young women, old enough to marry apparently, who lets everybody walk all over her. She can't do a goddamned thing for herself. And anyone with a brain could say this points to a diagnosis...but I will get to that later. It is a very complex historical documentary about women, this Cinderella movie, so put on your seat belts.

Of course, the story takes place in an era when women had no rights and were owned by men. The step mom is a genius in how she works the system and she gets no credit at all! In fact she is seen as a bad person. 

She marries a rich guy, canoodling and bamboozleing him into marriage, even though she is a single mom with two kids. And the kids are not even boys! I mean all the guys back then wanted a male heir; so a guy with a dead wife and a baby girl would NOT be lookin' for a kinda ugly chick with two girls. So, step mom really had her act together with how to play the game of the times. Marry a rich guy, he dies, don't marry again so you get his money and can actually own your own property. Then get your girls to marry royalty and you have it made!

But then there is the little glitch of his daughter...she is kind of a pussy and her name is Ella. She talks to birds and isn't all that smart. She can barely make a decision for herself. I am kinda thinkin' special needs here. So, you get her into a "life skills class" with the cook and housekeeper. Which she excels at, except for getting distracted by those birds and mice all the time. ANNNNNNNND, she thinks they talk to her.

Ok, so here is another little tidbit of history...special needs people were killed back in the day. So, this step mom is really good here and puts her in the attic when company comes over so no one figures out she is special needs or if they know she is, they figure it's kinda like Jane Eyre and since step mom has the big bucks to keep their "not quite right" daughter in the attic...good for them!

Old Ella having special needs, even if they are environmental,  may also explains why the dead father took any woman he could get, even if she was ugly and had two girls and no male heir. Just sayin'.

So, back to the story of the greatest most caring, dare I say brilliant bitch, step mom in history... the girl, not only was slow but probably had some mental illness issues going on because she starts seeing fairies and thinking they are REAL!

Yup, ole Ella, who lives by the Cinders, hallucinates a fairy to make her dreams come true, out in the garden, talking to the air, and mice, and birds who are all talking back to HER just as the palace guy comes to the house with the invite to the ball! (Not really good for the Jane Eyre plan to keep her from being killed by the guys in the white coats.)

As we all know some people with special needs can be very stubborn and insistant. So, despite mom telling Ella she really can't handle the ball. There will be lots of noise and lights and people, Ella decides to go. Step mom cannot hire a Personal Care Aide for Ella and has to lock her in the attic. On the way up the stairs, Ella's dress get ripped. It's a nightmare.

Then just as step mom of the century is setting her girls up to be royalty so they can all have a better life, special needs Ella almost ruins it all...and then, just when step mom thinks she can breath, Ella shows up at the ball with glass on her feet. Now, who the hell would wear glass on your feet. Step mom is scared out of her mind, "OMG, they are going to send her to the mental hospital or worse!"

So, she pulls her into one of the ladies' rooms and puts her in her own dress so she can sneak her out of the palace unnoticed, but the damn prince has a foot fetish and sees this chick with glass on her feet and makes his guards bring her to him so he can dance with her in those glass shoes. The whole time he's thinkin', "DAMN girl, you are hot bein' able to dance with those shards of glass cutting into those feet. I gotta have you!"

But her feet start hurting from the glass and she freaks out cuz she cannot find her awesome step mom, so ole Ella ... she freaks and starts hallucinating again. The "fairy" tells her to leave and leave now! So, she starts running and loses a shoe. She gets outside and has no way to get home, step mom has left, given up, tired of trying to help Ella. She has to walk all the way! She is freaking out, hiding in bushes and stuff cuz the guards are trying to find her. Scared out of her mind!

So, she gets home and step mom of the year, cleans her up and sends her up to her attic to hide so she doesn't get put in the nut house or killed. 

Princey poo with a fetish isn't too smart himself, what with all the in-breeding that went on back then amongst royalty, and insists that the crazy girl with the shoes is the ONLY girl he will marry. The king sighs and says to himself, "No other kingdom will let their intelligent or even semi normal princess marry this dick of a son of mine, so what the hell." (Think Queen Elizabeth and Prince Charles...yup, she thought the same thing.)

So, the soldiers show up at the door. Now, since the ball incident, step mom has been telling our girl Ella her name is now Cinderella and makes her say it a hundred times, "My name is Cinderella and I am the housekeeper. My parents abandoned me in the woods because I was special needs and this nice woman took me in." 

Step mom opens the door, scared out of her mind that they will take Ella and either kill her or put her in a nut house. But stupid "Cinderella" starts hearing things again and the mice tell her to go downstairs. She shows up, jams her foot into that painful glass slipper and is whisked away to live a life of a royal princess, doing her husband's sexually fucked up bidding for all of eternity.

Some chicks are such ingrates.