Thursday, June 25, 2009

Health Care Reform

2 4 6 8! Single Payer cannot wait!
What do we want? Health care!!! When do we want it?? NOW!!!!

So here is a cool little link that allows you to send a fax to your rep, telling them that they suck ass and need to get their soul back from the lobbyists.

Click here to send your fax.

Furthermore, go here to sign a petition for single payer AND send a letter to your local newspaper, all at once! Yay!!!

And remember, this is important cause:
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!
RainyTown's reps are insurance whores!

See the sad thing is, our reps aren't afraid of us like they should be. They're sitting fat and happy with their excellent health care, and all the perks they get from being the lap dogs of the rich and powerful. We're just the schmucks who vote them in.

Here's Ron Wyden blathering on about his plan for health care which is the same as Obama's and not enough to make any real change. This plan would still leave tens of millions of people without health insurance. We would all be required to buy health insurance and pay premiums. Bullshit.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Music

For a long time, I thought I didn't like music. I'll become obsessed with a song here and there and listen to it constantly and then get bored and never want to hear it again. Usually a song here and there over the years, by a band will become a favorite. It is sooooooo rare though, that I hear something and that it implants itself permanently into my soul. So I thought I didn't like music. Then one day it dawned on me. It isn't that I don't like music, it's that I grew up listening to the best of the best.


And nothing else could compare. These modern acts, so vapid, so embedded in the soulless corporatocracy. It just isn't the same, something has been irretrievably lost.




We didn't listen to the radio, growing up, except for the 'oldies' station where we could catch some of these songs.



Most of the time I forget about these people. Then one day, for whatever reason, I think of a song I loved and now, thanks to YouTube, I can watch them singing it, something I was never able to do before.



The only problem with watching a song or two performed, is that I quickly get addicted. I have to see just one more and then one more still and then a different version of the same song and then the same performance over and over again. And when it comes to one this delicate flower:



My world turns inside out and suddenly my life becomes a fragmented shadow of what life should really be. I mean, what is the point of even existing if you can't be Janis Joplin?

Friday, June 19, 2009

Dining Out In France

Tee hee. We got in the This is Why You're Thin blog.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Fuck the AMA




AMA Opposition to Obama Public Health Plan Echoes Group’s Decades-Long Resistance to Healthcare Reform
Ama-web

On Monday, President Obama is scheduled to address the American Medical Association, the nation’s largest doctors’ group with 250,000 members. They have expressed strong opposition to a government-run plan. We take a look at how the AMA has fought almost every major effort at healthcare reform over the past seventy years.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Empty Nest

I took my beloved chickens out to my aunt's house. I didn't want to do it, but they'd developed an annoying obsession with a street lamp, right next to the road and in our neighbors yard. Also, they didn't appreciate the fact that they couldn't self determine their outside time. They demanded freedom!!
So yesterday we took them out. I worried that the other chickens wouldn't like them, I worried they would get eaten by a hawk, and I especially worried that the goat they share the hen house with would step on them with her sharp little hooves.
It's only been a day, but none of that has happened yet. Yesterday when they joined the herd, I lingered by the chicken house, watching them to make sure they fit in. Little One got pecked at by the other banty ("Step bitch!" I shouted and flapped my hand threateningly in her face till she backed the fuck off). Chicken Jane took an instant and intense disliking to two gray chickens twice her size and ferociously fought them any time they dared to come near her person. The two blondies just hung around, milling, in a non-committal sort of fashion, the way blondes do.
I called my aunt three times to check on them before she finally answered. After she assured me that none of them had fallen victim to an errant hoof, or been pecked to death, she said the four of them are sticking together in a little gang (they were raised in the city after all, they have a different culture and dialect.) Hopefully they'll be able to mingle with the country folk soon, despite the language barrier. And that peck happy banty better check herself before she wrecks herself!!

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Lost The Battle

Here's an article I found, written by the mother of Tobi. At the time of the printing, the photo array was still going up. Now it isn't and I am extremely disappointed. Mostly in the adults, that in the interest of teaching their kids 'good Christian values' are creating the next generation of bigots and hypocrites. They clearly have missed the point of Jesus's teachings. How embarrassing for them.


Guest Viewpoint: Diversity message prevails

By Jennifer Meyer

We all want to protect our children from harm.

As good parents, we invest in locks and plugs to baby-proof our homes before our infants even are crawling. We hunch-walk behind teetering toddlers, acting as human bumpers against all things hard and sharp. We teach our schoolchildren not to talk to strangers. We warn our teenagers about alcohol and drugs. And we try not to obsess on the myriad ways our kids could get hurt, because we feel their pain tenfold.

Protecting our kids from awareness, though, is different.

Sure, we may postpone the day they learn the truth about Santa Claus or the tooth fairy. And maybe we turn off the news when it gets too grisly. The truth is, it’s a rough world out there, and it’s not easy to watch your child’s sanctuary of innocence crumble as awareness of the larger world sinks in.

But some of those harsh realities that parents want to protect their children from may not actually be so harsh.

Some parents at RainyTown Elementary School wanted to protect their children from a diversity photo exhibit that includes a transgender woman. They believed their children were too young to be exposed to the complicated issue of gender identity.

Is the issue of gender identity really something that children need to be shielded from until a certain age? It’s not as if kids don’t notice differences in people. “Mommy, that man doesn’t have any legs.” “Look how fat that woman is.” “Daddy, why is that man wearing a dress?”

With every shush-don’t-look response, we’re sending a message loud and clear: There’s something wrong with that person.

Why can’t we simply let our kids see the world around them as it is? There are people of different races, with different accents, body types and abilities. And there are some people who never quite fit into the gender they were born with.

What if we told our kids that being a boy or girl isn’t just about whether you’re born with a penis or a vagina? Would hordes of them suddenly decide they wanted to switch genders? Or would most just have a more open-minded approach to what it means to be male or female? And those few who were truly destined to be transgender could breathe a little easier, knowing that they weren’t all alone in this world, without options.

We all want to protect our children. From bigotry and slander, hate-mongering and character assassination. And yes, even threats of physical harm.

To the parents at RainyTown School who opposed this photo exhibit, let me say this: In your fervor to prevent your children’s awareness of gender variations, you have put my child at risk. The subject of that portrait in question is my daughter. I’m the photographer who took her photo, and I was the one who recommended her for the exhibit. It never occurred to me that her inclusion in the exhibit would cause such a stir.

In this country, an average of one transgender person is murdered every month. One-third of transgender people report being victims of a hate crime at least once in their lives. This exhibit was intended to break down some of the hatred and bigotry that fuels those crimes.

Instead, it has raised my daughter as a target. Not only has her private life become the subject of scrutiny and derision by RainyTown parents, but the incident has fanned the flames of intolerance from people who feed on such things. There are people who would like to see my daughter hurt.

The exhibit, including Tobi’s portrait, will be going back up at RainyTown Elementary, with the short biographies of each subject updated to be more kid-friendly. RainyTown’s principal, B.J. Blake, has been wonderful throughout this whole thing, standing by the true intention of the exhibit, insisting that “embracing diversity” is all-­inclusive. Many in the community have come forth to defend both the exhibit and Tobi’s good character. I’m grateful for that, and to live in a place as open-minded as RainyTown.

Now that this issue has been put to rest, I hope the hate-filled e-mails will cease. I also hope the negative messages embedded in this furor will fade, and that ultimately, the message of acceptance and inclusion prevails.