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Meandering thoughts: more persecution ramblings

Today on CNN I saw a blog in their Belief section: My Take: A word to Christians- Be nice. The writer, a pastor in Prescott AZ writes about his dismay at his fellow christians and their often, very vocal hate filled Tweets, blogs, comments etc.

He has written in the past about christians general bad reputation here in the States, and he didn't shy away admitting that the biggest reason christians are called hateful is because a lot of them are loudly hateful! Not because they're being persecuted, or because the media has a bias against them,but because they're setting out to shove their busy-body noses into the lives of others, and scream hateful things when we disagree.

The crux of his piece sums up his arguments really nicely:
More and more, I see hateful Christians chalking up their disrepute to “persecution.” God tells us otherwise. In 1 Peter 4 we’re told, “If you are insulted because of the name of Christ, you are blessed. …” And that’s the truth; sometimes we are …

Anatomy lessons are obviously needed... stat!

Trigger Warning: This blog discusses the very public comment of an Alabama state representative and her anti-choice stance. I will am focused more on her lack of knowledge, but the snark, sarcasm and general profanity levels will be high. I have always tried to call out ignorance when I see it, and this my Dear Readers is totally chosen ignorance. If you'd rather not read such things, or have GOP-stupidity syndrome fatigue [and I can't blame you one iota for that one!] you may want to skip this one.


Actually said, in public, aloud, on the Feb. 14, and quoted in the Montgomery Advertiser:*
“When a physician removes a child from a woman, that is the largest organ in a body,” ... “That’s a big thing. That’s a big surgery. You don’t have any other organs in your body that are bigger than that.”

I'll bet you had no idea that a foetus was an organ, let alone an embryo. I'm pretty educated in anatomy, and I don't remember learning that bit of information, myself. I'l…

Stand Up! V-Day is here.

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Rise up!
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V-Day is here!

Every year on St. Valentine's Day Eve Ensler, and millions of women working with her spend the day working to end domestic violence. For many people, it's an unwanted reminder that "what happens behind closed doors, isn't staying there". For some of us, it's a reminder that while we've worked so hard, we're still not there-- we haven't abolished partner-violence, parent-against-child violence, domestic violence is still a way of life for too many people.

One would be too many.

We talk about how many people are hurt by domestic violence, spouses, kids, even parents. 
Wetalk about sources of help, and where you can go to get assistance.
We talk about how it feels, to be that abused person, the helplessness, the acceptance, even how much we love/loved our abusers-- because it's so hard to understand if you haven't been there.
We talk about how to eliminate rape culture, how to fight it, make it unacceptable in the way r…

Turtle-up... it's good for you!

I know I haven't been a very good blogger/writer lately. My household, rather than being relatively harmonious and calm has been quite full of upheaval and riotously noisy! This isn't my thing, really, and makes me very uncomfortable, so I turtle up-- that means I crawl even further into my introverted self, needing to claw for silence and calm wherever I can find it, and often unable to string two or three written sentences together for lack of motivation. If this sounds something like depression to you, you're right, it rather is, but I'll go into that more in a little bit.

Turtle-up, it sounds funny, right? You crawl in your shell, and are protected, but it doesn't mean just that. It means turning away from interactions, seeking out silence and alone-ness on purpose. It means desperately trying to find some little cave you can crawl in for just a little while-- physically or metaphysically. It's a pretty bad thing, most of the time, I won't paint it pret…