Monday, November 08, 2004


Today this blog becomes political and social commentary, the things I don't normally put on my other journals.

What I want to say to all of you is something about unity.

Back during the Nixon administration, Tricky Dick drove a wedge through all the small liberal groups that had previously been allies by breaking us up for a share of the grants and other matters by category and making us scrabble for small handouts. He divided us, made us compete with each other, and created an atmosphere of distrust where there should never have been one.

Traditional allies such as the Civil Rights movement and the Feminist movement suddenly separated themselves. There wasn't a glbt movement yet, but there would be eventually.

As Benjamin Franklin said "We either hang together or we shall all hang separately."

There needs to be a gathering of forces for freedom of thought, freedom of lifestyle, freedom of religion, freedom of owning our own reproductive rights, freedom of speech and protest.

We are desperately in need to pulling together again, to stand united to protect our rights which are being swiftly eroded under the current administration. We must put aside our differences and stand together for what we value in our lives before it is taken away from us and we slide back into the dark days of McCarthyism and bigotry.

Insurance companies are no longer covering birth control, even while they are willing to pay for viagra. Marriage is an institution founded on love, and which kinds of love are appropriate should not be dictated by right wing religious institutions. Marriage has always existed and in so many forms it could not possibly be counted. The one man, one woman definition is comparatively recent.

I could go on, but I will save that for another day.

To Be Continued.

Sunday, October 24, 2004

blowing off steam

I figured I would rant here because I think my other journals are getting over loaded by them. I only got a blog here so that I could post as someone other than anonymous.

Or more to the point so that I could post as myself at Wierdish Wildspace, Mary San Giovanni's site. I have another blog spot that I haven't set up yet that I got simply to have posting access to some friends' journals and may activate that one also in the near future. There's so much going on that that I don't want to innundate any single journal with them. For the last two months, my journal at journalscape has rarely gone without a post and sometimes multiple posts in a single day.

Okay, here's the rant.

My son had a very serious situation with kidney stones. The damned things were huge and the first doctor said that he should be rushed right to surgery. However, my son was determined to avoid that if possible and insisted on trying ultrasound to blast the stones first. His girlfriend was at his side and was as adamant as he was. His friend, Adam, who was also there, said that the first doctor was "scalpel-happy". For several days my son was in so much pain he couldn't speak.

The ultrasound, what is called lithoscopy, worked and the stones were shattered. That meant that my son would not need surgery, which he would have had the procedure failed, and there was always that possibility. The first twenty-four hours there was still blood in his urine, but it went away. However, he needs to watch for signs of infection.

All of this happened on my birthday. I spent days worrying about my son, then the day after my birthday he had the procedure. I had a single day to start to finally relax, when Pacione decided to start bombarding me with death wishes for my son.

I lost my temper to the worst degree yet. If I had lived in the same town as this pig, I would have driven over and smashed his face in. That's how stressed and angry I was. Pigman had finally managed to find me feeling vulnerable enough to strike at successfully.

However, it is going to be a very short-lived victory.

Monday, September 20, 2004

Godwar postern station

Okay, this started because I didn't want to use the anonymous feature to comment on Mary San Giovanni's journal. Now give me some time to think about something to say.