Monday, July 30, 2012

"If this coward could have done this with this much hate, imagine what we can do with this much love. If you are putting your dreams on hold, you stop that right now. You chase those dreams. You don't know how long you have here." 
-Jordan Ghawi, brother of 24 year old Jessica Ghawi killed in the Aurora massacre

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Noah's Puzzle is Complete

Several months ago Kristin Timmerman from Project: Babies shared a link about a family adopting a little girl named Rose.  The idea was simple, and quite creative.  The family needed $5,000 more dollars in their adoption fund, so they bought a 1,000 piece puzzle and put a price tag of $5 on each piece.  Giving up two minutes and $5 earned you a spot on a piece of the puzzle, and in this little girl and new family's life. 

Through a series of events, the family has actually ended up adopting a little boy named Noah.  Though this wasn't the original plan, the puzzle is complete and I know that my name is on the back of it somewhere.  I know that I helped a family bring home a part of their heart.  I know that I helped a child find a home full of love, and helped bring him to a life of happiness.

I also bought a piece in memory of Matt.  He loved children and he loved the idea of starting a family of his own.  I hope to be able to support many families in his memory- even though it unfortunately isn't an option for him, others can have a family in his name.  And his love will be intertwined with every.single.one.

I mean really. How amazing is that? 1,000 names!

Friday, June 22, 2012

Gas Chambers: Demand Change

Let me preface this by saying it brings me no joy to read/view/post/have to think about the idea of animals being euthanized- especially in a gas chamber (even the words have such a cruel connotation), but this is an unfortunate reality that I hope to help change...


"Yes, I Gas Dogs and Cats for a Living. I'm an Animal Control officer in a very small town in central North Carolina. I'm in my mid thirties, and have been working for the town in different positions since high school. There is not much work here, and working for the county provides good pay and benefits for a person like me without a higher education. I'm the person you all write about how horrible I am. I'm the one that gasses the dogs and cats and makes them suffer. I'm the one that pulls their dead corpses out smelling of Carbon Monoxide and throws them into green plastic bags. But I'm also the one that hates my job and hates what I have to do.

First off, all you people out there that judge me, don't. God is judging me, and I know I'm going to Hell. Yes, I'm going to hell. I wont lie, it's despicable, cold, cruel and I feel like a serial killer. I'm not all to blame, if the law would mandate spay and neuter, lots of these dogs and cats wouldn't be here for me to gas. I'm the devil, I know it, but I want you people to see that there is another side to me the devil Gas Chamber man.

The shelter usually gasses on Friday morning. Friday's are the day that most people look forward to, this is the day that I hate, and wish that time will stand still on Thursday night. Thursday night, late, after nobody's around, my friend and I go through a fast food line, and buy 50 dollars worth of cheeseburgers and fries, and chicken. I'm not allowed to feed the dogs on Thursday, for I'm told that they will make a mess in the gas chamber, and why waste the food.

So, Thursday night, with the lights still closed, I go into the saddest room that anyone can every imagine, and let all the doomed dogs out out their cages. I have never been bit, and in all my years doing this, the dogs have never fought over the food. My buddy and I, open each wrapper of cheeseburger and chicken sandwich, and feed them to the skinny, starving dogs.

They swallow the food so fast, that I don't believe they even taste it. There tails are wagging, and some don't even go for the food, they roll on their backs wanting a scratch on their bellys. They start running, jumping and kissing me and my buddy. They go back to their food, and come back to us. All their eyes are on us with such trust and hope, and their tails wag so fast, that I have come out with black and blues on my thighs.. They devour the food, then it's time for them to devour some love and peace. My buddy and I sit down on the dirty, pee stained concrete floor, and we let the dogs jump on us. They lick us, they put their butts in the air to play, and they play with each other. Some lick each other, but most are glued on me and my buddy.

I look into the eyes of each dog. I give each dog a name.

They will not die without a name.

I give each dog 5 minutes of unconditional love and touch.

I talk to them, and tell them that I'm so sorry that tomorrow they will die a gruesome, long, torturous death at the hands of me in the gas chamber.

Some tilt their heads to try to understand.

I tell them, that they will be in a better place, and I beg them not to hate me.

I tell them that I know I'm going to hell, but they will all be playing with all the dogs and cats in heaven.

After about 30 minutes, I take each dog individually, into their feces filled concrete jail cell, and pet them and scratch them under their chins. Some give me their paw, and I just want to die. I just want to die. I close the jail cell on each dog, and ask them to forgive me. As my buddy and I are walking out, we watch as every dog is smiling at us and them don't even move their heads. They will sleep, with a full belly, and a false sense of security.

As we walk out of the doomed dog room, my buddy and I go to the cat room.

We take our box, and put the very friendly kittens and pregnant cats in our box.

The shelter doesn't keep tabs on the cats, like they do the dogs.

As I hand pick which cats are going to make it out, I feel like I'm playing God, deciding whose going to live and die.

We take the cats into my truck, and put them on blankets in the back.

Usually, as soon as we start to drive away, there are purring cats sitting on our necks or rubbing against us.

My buddy and I take our one way two hour trip to a county that is very

wealthy and they use injection to kill animals.

We go to exclusive neighborhoods, and let one or two cats out at a time.

They don't want to run, they want to stay with us. We shoo them away, which makes me feel sad.

I tell them that these rich people will adopt them, and if worse comes to worse and they do get put down, they will be put down with a painless needle being cradled by a loving veterinarian. After the last cat is free, we drive back to our town.

It's about 5 in the morning now, about two hours until I have to gas my best friends.

I go home, take a shower, take my 4 anti-anxiety pills and drive to work.. I don't eat, I can't eat. It's now time, to put these animals in the gas chamber. I put my ear plugs in, and when I go to the collect the dogs, the dogs are so excited to see me, that they jump up to kiss me and think they are going to play.

I put them in the rolling cage and take them to the gas chamber. They know. They just know. They can smell the death.. They can smell the fear. They start whimpering, the second I put them in the box. The boss tells me to squeeze in as many as I can to save on gas. He watches. He knows I hate him, he knows I hate my job. I do as I'm told. He watches until all the dogs, and cats (thrown in together) are fighting and screaming. The sounds is very muffled to me because of my ear plugs. He walks out, I turn the gas on, and walk out.

I walk out as fast as I can. I walk into the bathroom, and I take a pin and draw blood from my hand. Why? The pain and blood takes my brain off of what I just did.

In 40 minutes, I have to go back and unload the dead animals. I pray that none survived, which happens when I overstuff the chamber. I pull them out with thick gloves, and the smell of carbon monoxide makes me sick. So does the vomit and blood, and all the bowel movements. I pull them out, put them in plastic bags.

They are in heaven now, I tell myself. I then start cleaning up the mess, the mess, that YOU PEOPLE are creating by not spay or neutering your animals. The mess that YOU PEOPLE are creating by not demanding that a vet come in and do this humanely. You ARE THE TAXPAYERS, DEMAND that this practice STOP!

So, don't call me the monster, the devil, the gasser, call the politicians, the shelter directors, and the county people the devil. Heck, call the governor, tell him to make it stop.
As usual, I will take sleeping pills tonight to drown out the screams I heard in the past, before I discovered the ear plugs. I will jump and twitch in my sleep, and I believe I'm starting to hallucinate.

This is my life. Don't judge me. Believe me, I judge myself enough."

Anonymous in North Carolina"



 
This is one of those sad letters written by an "anonymous worker."  I put in quotes because who's to say whether it's from an anonymous worker or an anonymous activist that just wants to be heard.  What I can say is that regardless of who wrote it, this is still happening...in a civilized country.  We're the people who are responsible for this.  Oh no, not you?  Don't you think our tax dollars are used to fund these inhumane, torturous deaths?  We have to change this.  We have to stand up against this cruel act.  We have to contact our legislatures and governors and policy makers and demand our tax money be put to better use.  We have to demand there be punishment for people who habitually surrender animals, who don't spay and neuter, who abandon their animals, or turn them loose when they don't want them anymore.  We have to insist that North Carolina nor America is going to be a place where animals are thrown into a gas chamber to die slowly, in pain, scared, and confused.  Make a difference.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Nate


Another day, another farewell. Nate started his journey to LA today and boy am I going to miss him. We lived in the same dorm Freshman year and met through his roommate- who I went to high school with- and have been friends ever since. I wish him only the best with his new job, city, the drive there, everything. Two thousand some-odd miles apart, but always in my heart. Everyone needs to stop leaving come back.
Right in the middle of two of my favorite people in the world, who have both moved away in the past month.
Look at what wittle babies we all look like.
Almost five years later...

Monday, June 11, 2012

Happy Monday


"And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it."
-Roald Dahl

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Rob

Rob has left.  Another sad departure of one of the boys. Like Bryce, he moved to start an awesome company, except Rob is based in Philly.  Best of luck Rob!



Friday, May 4, 2012

Vote AGAINST Amendment One



I have always been proud to be from NC, but this is a pathetic, malicious attack on LGBT dignity and humanity. In addition to being an unnecessary Amendment directed at oppressing the gay community (which is already forbidden to marry in this state), this will also affect unmarried straight couples- custody agreements and visitations; domestic violence protections; invalidate trusts, wills, and end-of-life directives; threaten their ability to determine the disposition of their deceased partner’s remains; to make medical decisions if their partner is incapacitated; and to allow second-parent adoptions in order to ensure that both partners have a legal tie to, and financial responsibilities for, the children they are raising. 

This amendment is an unnecessary means to belittle and oppress an entire group of people and deny them constitutional rights. Apparently this is the 1800s and not 2012? Bless the poor people's hearts who still have these archaic, closed-minded, bigoted views.

Don't just post on facebook and express opposition at the dinner table; go out and make your voice heard. Not voting against this is equivalent to voting for it. If you can't make it out to a polling location on May 8, vote early! There are polling locations open until 7:00 tonight, and will be open for parts of the day tomorrow.



Your life is not affected by gay people, stop trying to affect theirs with your straightness.
Educate yourself and join me in voting AGAINST Amendment 1 on or before May 8.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

50 Shades Trilogy



50 Shades of Grey:  "When literature student Anastasia Steele goes to interview young entrepreneur Christian Grey, she encounters a man who is beautiful, brilliant, and intimidating. The unworldly, innocent Ana is startled to realize she wants this man and, despite his enigmatic reserve, finds she is desperate to get close to him. Unable to resist Ana’s quiet beauty, wit, and independent spirit, Grey admits he wants her, too—but on his own terms. Shocked yet thrilled by Grey’s singular erotic tastes, Ana hesitates. For all the trappings of success—his multinational businesses, his vast wealth, his loving family—Grey is a man tormented by demons and consumed by the need to control. When the couple embarks on a daring, passionately physical affair, Ana discovers Christian Grey’s secrets and explores her own dark desires. Erotic, amusing, and deeply moving, the Fifty Shades Trilogy is a tale that will obsess you, possess you, and stay with you forever."
50 Shades Darker: "Daunted by the singular tastes and dark secrets of the beautiful, tormented young entrepreneur Christian Grey, Anastasia Steele has broken off their relationship to start a new career with a Seattle publishing house. But desire for Christian still dominates her every waking thought, and when he proposes a new arrangement, Anastasia cannot resist. They rekindle their searing sensual affair, and Anastasia learns more about the harrowing past of her damaged, driven and demanding Fifty Shades.
While Christian wrestles with his inner demons, Anastasia must confront the anger and envy of the women who came before her, and make the most important decision of her life."
50 Shades Freed: "When unworldly student Anastasia Steele first encountered the driven and dazzling young entrepreneur Christian Grey it sparked a sensual affair that changed both of their lives irrevocably. Shocked, intrigued, and, ultimately, repelled by Christian’s singular erotic tastes, Ana demands a deeper commitment. Determined to keep her, Christian agrees. Now, Ana and Christian have it all—love, passion, intimacy, wealth, and a world of possibilities for their future. But Ana knows that loving her Fifty Shades will not be easy, and that being together will pose challenges that neither of them would anticipate. Ana must somehow learn to share Christian’s opulent lifestyle without sacrificing her own identity. And Christian must overcome his compulsion to control as he wrestles with the demons of a tormented past.
Just when it seems that their strength together will eclipse any obstacle, misfortune, malice, and fate conspire to make Ana’s deepest fears turn to reality."

As someone who loves to read, I take every opportunity to recommend a good book/trilogy/series to anyone who will listen.  LISTEN UP!  Read.These.Books.  I don't recommend reading them to the residents at an old folks home, or joining a 50 Shades book club with your mom (unless you have a Lindsay/Dina Lohan kind of relationship...and if that's the case, you may want to consider seeking therapy), but if you've been looking for a new diversion from reality, this is the real deal.  There is a lot- and I mean A LOT- of sex (of all different varieties), but it also has suspense, and an easy-to-follow story line.  It's an erotic journey of self-discovery, forgiveness, trust, and love.  Don't get me wrong, these books are not going down in history as the most well-written, nor for not having countless literary redundancies throughout, but it is good for adding a few words to your vocabulary and helping you briefly escape your monotonous (sex) life.

This is a rundown of how reading The 50 Shades Trilogy went for me:
Last Tuesday: started 50 Shades of Grey after work
Tuesday night: ordered 50 Shades Darker and 50 Shades Freed on Half.com
Thursday night: my package somehow hadn't made it here in 48 hours so I picked up 50 Shades Darker from Target because I couldn't wait.
Friday night: read at work, when I got home from work, and while getting ready to go out
Saturday: read for somewhere around 4 hours before falling asleep on the couch with the book in my hand.
Saturday night: finished Darker while drying my hair
Sunday: still waiting for the package containing the final books. Resisted the urge to head to Target. Was beside myself and felt lost all day.
Monday: still no package when I left for work. I found a place where I can read it online and dove right in.
Monday afternoon: package arrived. I. Was. Pumped. I read all night.
Tuesday: precisely one week after beginning the first book, I finished the third.

I have now been forced to return to the real world where a man such as Christian Grey, and the lifestyle that goes along with him, does not exist.  I have to say, my life suddenly isn't as exciting as I thought it was before the books.  I wish I could have read them at a slower rate so that I could potentially still be savoring every aspect, but once I get into a book, I become obsessed.  Clearly.

Happy Reading!

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Bryce


My Brycie left me in the wee hours of this morning so he could move back to Boston and run an awesome company. What a lame excuse. I met Bryce in Target the day I moved into college- whatever day in August '07 that was- and we've been friends ever since.  I'm sort of going to miss his abrasive charm, but definitely all the adorable pictures we take together.







Friday, April 27, 2012

Cirque du Soleil


A beautiful photo of Totem site by gifted performer and photographer Yann C. Arnaud

Friday, March 30, 2012

Bad Ass Woman Bringing Women's Month to a Close


“Kathrine Switzer is the first woman to run the Boston Marathon as a numbered entry. She entered and completed the race in 1967, five years before women were officially allowed to compete in it. At twenty years old, she registered under the gender-neutral ‘K. V. Switzer’. Race official Jock Semple attempted to remove her from the race, and is noted to have shouted, ‘Get the hell out of my race and give me those numbers.’ However, Switzer’s boyfriend, who was running with her, shoved Semple aside and sent him flying. Her boyfriend then, along with other male runners, formed a protective barrier for Switzer for the remainder of the race. The photographs taken of the incident made world headlines.”

How stinkin' awesome, right?

Friday, March 23, 2012

Cirque du Soleil Totem

It's no secret; I miss Totem. Like, a lot. A lot, a lot.

Which is why this makes my heart smile and want to break down and cry all at the same time.

I love those frogs. I love every single person in the show and behind the scenes that I got the opportunity to work and play and build a relationship with. I have some of the most amazing memories from my time with Totem. I learned and saw and experienced so much. I wouldn't trade my time with them for anything and I can't believe they've been gone from my life for a year.

Wahhhhhh!! [Imagine me pouting with a frown and pretending to cry]

CALLING ALL HUMANS

To anyone who doesn't think adoption, spaying/neutering, fostering, volunteering, donating, etc. is important, have a look at this album.

Yes, it's sad- devastating even- to see that all these innocent animals were euthanized. What's possibly even sadder is that this is only in ONE small county (Gaston), and that it is only since the beginning of 2012. It's March 23. That's 188 animals in only 82 days. At the current rate, that means nearly 900 animals will be PTS in this shelter alone this year. If that is the average for every county in NC (which it won't be-some higher, some lower), 90,000 animals will be put to sleep in North Carolina in 2012. A lot of these animals were unfortunately only given a short amount of time in the shelter before being PTS because of the the sheer volume of animals being picked up and surrendered everyday; there just isn't enough space.

This is not these animals' fault; this is 100% in the hands of humans. And I'm not talking about the workers and volunteers working tirelessly and exhausting every effort (in Gaston County and across the nation); those people are angels. It is unfortunate that those are the people- who love and advocate for these animals- who end up having to pick up the pieces and euthanize them when they should've had a chance. That we are allowing this to happen as a civilized nation is atrocious and we should all be ashamed. Wake up people. This can be prevented.

Reputable breeders DO NOT sell their animals at pet stores.
Dogs from pet stores are the product of puppy mills. Period. These dogs are kept in small crates, bred repeatedly, and are usually not even familiar with human interaction or the feeling of grass under their little paws. Puppy mills not only create a cruel and disgusting life for dogs, but there is so much inbreeding to create as many litters (profit) as possible that a majority of the puppies are doomed from an early age to have many health issues throughout their lives, compounded with a short life span.

ADOPT. SPAY/NEUTER. DONATE. VOLUNTEER.

Do your part to help humanity. This extends to local, national, foreign, animal, human, education, veteran, active soldier, elderly, disease, Red Cross, natural disaster relief, and everything between.

If everyone did something, just one thing per person- it would seem a lot more like humanity and a lot less like all humans are selfish, negligent, and uncaring.

Friday, March 9, 2012

Livin' the Dream Challenge

If you know me, you know I am an avid follower of Project: Baby. I aspire to have as sweet a little family as they do (with such great style across the board!!). Plus, that babe Tinsley was just made for the camera, my gosh she's cute. Shout out to Kristen: if any combination of you, Tinsley, and Matt (and I'm suspecting/hoping possibly a little bun in the oven? Hopefully I'm right so I don't look like a dufus!) would ever like to get together for coffee/dinner/shopping, PLEASE let me know. I live right here in Charlotte and the Timmerman family are my group of friends' favorite local celebrities.
Back to my point. Kristen posted a blog several weeks ago about the "Livin' the Dream Challenge" via fellow blogger Martha Metzler (a new favorite blog, might I add) that I instantly became interested in. My New Year’s resolutions usually end around January 16 with my cabinets full of things I wasn’t supposed to be eating and complete disappointment in myself for not losing 20 lbs in 2 weeks (my body obviously hates me, right?). Well along comes Mrs. Martha with this fantastic, almost anti-New-Year’s-resolution resolution- to challenge yourself every week in a way that is empowering and beneficial to either yourself or others (or, the best part-both!). It’s super easy to follow along with; she creates these challenges for herself, then shares on her blog for others to join. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. I have challenged myself to follow her through this year-long journey of "pay-it-forwards," self-insights, do-goods, and improvements.

Week 1 List 5 Things You don't Want to Change about Yourself
Week 2
Donate Something
Week 3
Buy One, Give One Free
Week 4
Do Something for your Neighbor
Week 5
Write Someone a Note (on actual paper)
Week 6
Create Something
Week 7 Write Down Something that you're Grateful for
Week 8
Send someone a Care Package


Now since it is March 9, I'm obviously a little behind on sharing what I've done each week, but I guess there's no time like the present to get caught up (besides, we are painfully slow at work- rain is not the most conducive weather conditions for roofing houses).

Week 1: I don't want to sound like a complete brat, but there are lots of things I wouldn't change about myself, so this was a walk in the park. The hardest thing about this challenge was figuring out how I wanted to word each of the things I used. I decided to do the first ten favorite things about myself that popped into my head:
1 I have a good heart. I love my friends and family wholeheartedly, am fiercely protective of them, and am willing to do absolutely anything for them despite whether it is reciprocated or not. Added bonus: they're all freakin' hysterical.
2 I have really soft hair, and I'm never really afraid to try something new with it.
3 I am very organized and have really great handwriting, spelling, and grammar.
4 I am very responsible for my age and appreciate things a lot more because I earn them.
5 I am stronger than I ever give myself credit for, and have the ability to handle things with grace if I make the effort.
6 I have no shame when it comes to showing my emotions.
7 I am both a realist and an optimist. I am a hopeless romantic and believe in the beauty of everything that comes with love.
8 I have a great palate and appreciate food, but I never get heartburn (knock on wood).
9 I research everything- random facts, news, comparative shopping, how to train a dog, scandals, government conspiracy theories, what portion of the country is on birth control, funny videos, googling/FaceBook stalking people, everything. I just love knowing as much as I can about as much as I can!
10 I'm a very good judge of character, am very empathetic, and can pick up on intuitions pretty well. A psychic told me this is why babies, children, and animals flock to me. I haven't won the lottery yet so I'm not a professional soothsayer or anything, but sometimes I do get "feelings" that turn out right. Plus, I've told my friends the sex of their babies before they find out from the doctor, to 100% accuracy so far might I add.

Week 2: Hallelujah for this week! I had been riding around with junk in my trunk for months (and by that, I mean trash bags of consignment/Plato's/Goodwill clothes, home goods, accessories, etc.). I kept saying that I would take everything to consignment and what they didn't want would go to Plato's and what neither of them took would go to Goodwill; but honestly, who has the time (or patience) to sit at Plato's for two hours for them to offer you $12 for 40 things? Not me. So the "donate something" task for the week forced me to do what I would have ended up doing anyways, and just donate it.

Week 3: BOGO ended up making my fellow office staff very happy, since the "O" I went with was lunch. I am well aware that they are not strangers, but it was a random act of kindness nonetheless, right? Don't worry, I have every intention of buying a stranger in line their coffee or magazine, or something of that nature at some point, I just haven't found the perfect time for that completely random act yet.
Week 4: I called the police when there was some sort of disturbance for my neighbors upstairs. There was talk of a knife, a gun, spitting in someone's face...so surely being the one who would call police had to help one of my neighbors, right? [I'd like this time to let it be known that I do not live in the projects, Compton, or Mexico City- just an apartment complex comprised mainly of college students.
Week 5: I wrote a little card to my parents, thanking them for only a fraction of the many things for which I owe them gratitude. And a card that said "You're crazy but I love you anyways" to my sister.
My mom cried. Gee, I wonder where I got that "no shame in showing my emotions" thing from...

Week 6: I created homemade dog treats, they were peanut butter and bacon flavored with shredded carrot. Not really a combination I would go crazy for, but my foster dog Casper seemed to really enjoy them (along with the rest of the awesome adopt-a-bulls from the American Pit Bull Foundation who came out for the adoption event at Northlake Mall in Charlotte--which is every Saturday from 12-4, if anyone is interested).

Week 7: I'm grateful that I get to hear my alarm when I wake up every day, and that I am able to see when I open my eyes. I'm thankful I can get myself out of bed, have full functionality of my limbs, can take myself to the bathroom and shower on my own. I'm grateful that I have a roof and clothes and food and a car. I'm grateful that I'm self-made and rely on no one. I'm grateful that I have a healthy, hilarious family and group of friends. I'm glad that my parents taught me to budget, clean properly, balance a checkbook, and fix things on a whim. I'm lucky that I have a job to go to (no matter how much I whine that I don't want to get out of bed and that work is stupid at 6:34 when my alarm goes off). I'm grateful that I have memories, from people who've passed and who are still with me. I'm especially thankful that I still have 3/4 of my grandparents. I'm thankful I'm healthy. I'm grateful that I can read and write, that I'm a good listener, and that I get along with pretty much anyone. I guess I can probably stop now since that's more than one...

Week 8: Care package time! I think I might have a little trans-continental something up my sleeve...

These Adorable Bear Cubs are Pumped that it's Friday



too.stinkin.cute.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Let me up on my Soapbox

Arizona has passed a bill, that is on its way to the House for vote, that allows doctors to withhold relevant medical information about a woman and her fetus for the purpose of eliminating the desire for an abortion. This includes women whose lives are potentially at risk, women who are carrying an ectopic pregnancy, and just plain women- women who have a say with their bodies, women who have a right to know what is happening to them, women who have the right to chose to live.

Women who chose not to take advantage of preventative measures at the risk of losing their own life expect that right to be given to them; why can't I expect the right to chose to live? At what point does the interest of a potential life overpower the interests of someone who is already living?

Conservatives are literally creating and passing bills that allow doctors to withhold accurate information about a woman's body/prenatal health based on their personal beliefs; and if that woman dies due to the doctor's biased negligence, they are protected by the government from being held accountable. Do they seriously still want us to believe there's no war on women? That may have worked in the 50's, but women are paying attention today.

If you're interested in filling your mind with a little extra knowledge today, read this article about what happens to college sex when you stop subsidizing birth control.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Virginia State Delegate Bob Marshall is an Absolute Ass

Read why here
People who obviously completely disregard science and use their version of religion to back any and every ridiculous notion that comes to their mind should not be allowed to even run for public office...or procreate! By all means, embrace your religion, implement it into your personal life, and keep it in the back of your mind when making decisions; but there is actual science behind pretty much any genetic disability. Besides, every Christian I've ever met would disagree that their God punishes anyone, especially in that way (and every family member or friend of someone who is disabled would disagree that it is a punishment at all). Absolutely disgusting. Judging by the headlines of late, the elected and campaigning republicans have lost their minds. How are we supposed to trust those representing us to make decisions in the favor of the majority if their closed-mindedness puts them even lower than the minority?