RE: Youtube kiddie porn

There is a new viral video on youtube, along with a whole rash of copycats, that shows a little girl dancing like Beyonce in her hit video "All the Single Ladies". I was so appalled watching little girls bump and grind that I made many comments on these videos. This blog is a compilation of the comments, emails, etc. If you want to see the videos you will have to find them yourself, they are in poor taste and I will not put them here.

Please forgive the repetition.

Comment:
She's a little girl mimicking a burlesque style dance that she should not even be watching in the first place due to it's sexually charged nature. Beyonce has become adult entertainment. Unfortunately, many adults don't have the education or perception of basic human psychology to understand the effects of porn on society, especially on children, as in this case.

Comment:
The media would have us believe that this sort of dancing and sexual posturing are not harmful to young children. Research shows us that the opposite is true. This video is not appropriate in light of this knowledge. There are also issues of self worth as it is tied to sexuality. As a feminist I understand that the male dominated media would like to keep women in a position of subservience and, if our value is derived from our sexuality, we will never be considered equal.

Comment:
If you liked "IT" then you should have put a ring on "IT". Absolute objectification of the female, exactly what porn does. That is the message this little girl is getting, like it or not.

Comment:
Kiddie porn. Why would you post a video of a baby dancing like a hoochie mama? You know all the perv's are getting off on this one.

So, you would subject this baby to the cum stained computer screens of perv's everywhere??? It is NOT okay. And this child is not innocent, she has been stained by the perverted male media machine.

From BluYu42:
I see where you are coming, but my point was that those people shouldn't be calling her a whore/stripper in training, or something like that. I can understand if they don't like this video, but to me it seems so mean to say that about her, just because of a video. I think she will most likely forget about dancing like this when she gets older. Also, if she were uncomfortable doing this, I don't think she would have done it. But, it's just that these people who don't like it don't have to let everyone know using names and the language they use.

My Reply:
I agree. It is not the child's fault that she is encouraged in this sort of activity. Those who call the child names like slut or ho do make a point of perception. The reality of the situation is that some men cannot separate the child's actions from the child's intent. Instead they ascribe her mimicry to sexual promiscuity, a tragic mistake.

Shante328 said:
you must be a perv get ur mind out the gutter she is three ,think about it they all had someone they looked up to before they got started. she has no idea what the media or pervs like yourself think. it is dancing and she loves it. maybe it is you who is so worthless that you feel this way.

and another from Shante328:
do not post comments on my page if you are a perv which you obviosly are if you talkin bout a three year old connecting self worth to sexuality. she has no clue. i guess her modeling and commercials and dance recitals are wrong too. there are pervs like you everywhere so what diff does it make. as long as she is educated as well. all the dancers ,singers and actors got started somwhere.

My Reply:
The media would have us believe that this sort of dancing and sexual posturing are not harmful to young children. In fact, research shows us that the opposite is true. Maybe you should read some of the studies.

I can tell you love your child and are very proud of her. I just want you to understand that this video is not appropriate in light of what professionals in the field know.

I am not a perv, I have seen the damage done to little children. They are brought to the hospital after the harm is done. The adult victims come to us with major problems.

There are also issues of self worth as it is tied to sexuality. As a feminist I understand that the male dominated media would like to keep women in a position of subservience and, if our value is derived from our sexuality, we will never be considered equal.

I Love Peoples brains

A Postmodern Religious Sentiment

The seeker starts out on the spiritual path thinking, “I want liberation for myself—I want to be an enlightened human being.” But sooner or later, anyone who seriously pursues that aspiration in an evolutionary context comes to a point where it becomes glaringly obvious that there is something infinitely bigger than their own personal spiritual desires that is calling them. It's no longer “I want that” but rather, “That wants me.” And that is a truly religious feeling—an authentic religious sentiment in a completely postmodern sense. That's the beauty of it: the arrogant postmodern ego always wants for itself, and the only thing that can really turn the tables on its unending craving is the startling recognition that the very thing you were searching for wants everything from you. It turns your whole world upside down. And I can't imagine anything that could be more appropriate for those of us at the leading edge at this pivotal moment in our cultural evolution.

Andrew Cohen

NJ Paid Ponzi Scheme...er...a...I mean NJ Paid Family Leave Act

Fall Colors (a haiku)

Orange-red fire leaves 

Burn white thoughts of winters chill

Golden summer dies

My Nephews Blog...Bravo Chris

My nephew posted this on a blog. I have reposted it here and I give kudos to this budding lawyer.

In response to:

Friends and Family:

The United Association of Journeymen and Apprentices of the Plumbing and Pipe Fitting Industry of the United States and Canada supports Barack Obama for President. The following quotation is taken from their site:

On January 9, 2008, the United Association became the first International Union to endorse Senator Barack Obama as its candidate for the Democratic nomination for President of the United States. This endorsement was discussed with the General Executive Board and they concurred. (source: http://www.ua.org/ua_endorses.asp).

These are the real plumbers who make sure your hospitals have medical gas lines, your amusement parks and businesses have upgraded facilities, and your housing repipes are done by the highest trained professionals in the industry.

"Joe the Plumber" needs to stop talking for all of us. Please vote on Tuesday.

I write:

I think you're missing the point about what "Joe the Plumber" ("Joe") did. He doesn't claim, nor does anyone, that he speaks for all plumbers. Joe got Barak Obama to effectively admit that he is a socialist with the phrase "spread the wealth around"...:

Whether you agree with Mr. Obama or not has no relevance to this matter. America was not intended and is not supposed to be a socialist nation. The reason we are known to be a "free" country is because we have the freedom to succeed, fail, live, die, speak, defend ourselves, etc. without government interference. You can refer to the arguments of our founding fathers in favor of revolution to clarify any confusion about the truthfulness of my statement.

What boggles my mind about the media's representation of recent events that tipped public opinion in Obama's favor, namely the collapse of Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae, is that they failed to mention that Bill Clinton was responsible for signing the bill that deregulated these companies to promote home ownership in the USA. Immediately after Mr. Clinton signed the bill to deregulate, housing prices stopped rising and falling with the dollar's rate of inflation and deflation. Housing prices began to increase at an unprecedented rate due to the increase in demand. You see, the people who were newly inducted into the home loans market were previously denied by banks for a reason. They couldn't be relied upon to pay their bills and banks, unlike the government, traditionally don't like taking "sure thing" loss risks. I repeat they were denied loans for a reason; they couldn't or wouldn't pay their bills in a manner that earned the confidence of the companies that rely individuals to repay their debts. Republicans warned that deregulating Freddie and Fannie would cause a problem like we recently encountered and blamed on Bush. Bill Clintons actions were that of a socialist.

You can take the wealth from all the rich people and dump it into the bottomless pit of poverty and you'll see a difference for what, a month? Then you have no more rich people and all poor people. But, without the rich people running businesses and producing the products we need and want, the poor are poorer and we, the middle class, are right beside them in misery. No matter how much we envy or are jealous of the rich, we do need them. They need us. We currently have the freedom to become them if we're intelligent enough and they have the freedom to become us.

Envy is one of the seven deadly sins. God aside, it's not respected by current US popular culture individually. So, I ask you to apply your disdain for envy/jealousy to this socialist sentiment of "spreading the wealth around".

Joe didn't intend to speak for all plumbers. Joe spoke for patriotic Americans who love this country and what it stands for. These Americans see the change that Barak Obama is proposing as reminiscent of Nazi Germany, the Soviet Union, Cuba, China, etc.

Don't be upset because I mentioned the Nazis. They are a part of world history and their leader was a great public speaker who took Germany from the brink of ruin and transformed it into a successful nation. He used words like "change" and "hope". I'm curious, what changes Barak Obama will make, will they pass the test of the Constitution, and at what expense are we putting our hope in this man that Louis Farrakhan calls the Messiah? Is Obama's relationship with Bill Ayers any indication of what kind of mentality he tolerates? What kind of mentality doesn't Obama tolerate?

You have to understand, I'm a common American who makes less than the variable $250,000 - $150,000 that Obama promises won't see a penny of increased taxes. But I understand that if you raise taxes on my employer and the guy I buy stuff from (companies), I'm going to pay for it anyway. I don't want government healthcare. No one should pay for me if I'm sick. There are risks in life and, if you're going to go on living, you have to take them. If I get into a car accident, I don't want driving to become illegal. If I become injured hiking, I don't want hiking to become illegal. I want the freedom to succeed or fail. I want the freedom to be rich or poor. Just because some people don't see a way out of poverty other than stealing money from the fortunate doesn't mean there is no way out.

By the way, I hate unions. There was a time when they were useful, but now they're obsolete, corrupt, and a hindrance to growth and prosperity.

I'm sick of the liberal elite, like Barak Obama, trying to run my life. My countrymen and I are patient, but we all have our limits.

Alan Keyes is awesome and he's more intelligent than Barak Obama. Why not write him in this Nov. 4th.

If you want, visit me on myspace. You can send me comments and messages that bash or thank me. I'm not afraid of criticism, so sound off. My url is: myspace.com/cromansky

An Ode to Jay: greasy eggs and blog spam

My friend Jay

My friend Jay

Jay-my-friend

That Jay-my-friend

That Jay-my-friend

I so much like 

that Jay-my-friend

Do you like 

greasy eggs and blog spam?

I do not like them

Jay-my-friend

I do not like 

greasy eggs and blog spam.

Do The Math

My Meadows

Sunday school over, I head to the river with my kayak. A cormorant couple is diving for fish and I hold my breath, waiting for them to surface. Seagulls float overhead in a clear blue sky punctuated by the remains of last nights moon. Gentle swells carry me up and down as I begin my trek. Crabbers wave then pull in their tasty haul. The tide is coming in so I paddle against the current until I reach the creek mouth. Then I use my paddle as rudder and just float along under the warm september sun.

Another day in the meadows. My meadows are fields of marsh grass and fragmites, with an occasional bunch of purple loosestrife, growing out of ripe and slimy, black sucking mud, hence the scientific name muck (mud + suck = muck). I’ve been prisoner to that muck up to my thighs and the smell…it takes a good scrubbing to get it off. The detritus of our civilization, the black mounds and the water runoff that is filtered here are teeming with wildlife.

Huge carp jump for an unlucky fly while minnows sparkle and splash silver like a handful of coins thrown into the brackish water. The shy blue heron alights then flies away just as I float near, always staying two steps ahead while the even shyer fiddler crabs, with their muscle bound claw, quickly scramble sideways into their burrows. The muskrats too are rarely seen but their myriad tunnels through grass and mud are everywhere, and are the roots of many small side branches of this creek.

Overhead swifts jet through the air and the blackbirds surprise with their flash of red wing. Monarchs are out and about. Their orange wings a beautiful contrast against the sky. A yellow butterfly flits at the edge of my vision, as does the knowledge that I must return home.

OOOOOO I Want One

This looks so fun.  Much better than the jet ski.  You can land or take off in 750 feet from water or land.  It takes regular gas, getting about 20 miles a gallon with a range of around 350 miles. The toys that are coming to fruition now are the things I dreamt about as a kid.  I guess I'll just keep dreaming because the price tag is $140,000.00.

Click on the title to go to the company website.

God IS Nice

I prayed with my son while driving him to school just as I always do. This day I included myself and my need for relief from chronic pain as it has been especially restricting and really affecting me mentally. I usually don’t pray for things for myself except in the heat of the moment or as it relates to my work of caring for others and the things my patients need from me.

After dropping him off I went to the gas station. I pulled in and asked for “forty dollars cash regular” from the ubiquitous smiling Pakistani with the thick accent and a turban on his head. While gassing up, I was reading my devotions, electronically stored on my Treo. Today’s bit was titled “Friendship with God” and it went on to explain what a true friendship with God means as referred to in Genisis 18, how a right relationship with Him brings a life of “freedom, liberty, and delight.”

The gas handle clicked and the pump man came over to me and took my money and smiling, he said “God is nice.”

And do you know what? He REALLY IS nice. He let me know that He was my friend, that He was with me and told me twice in only a few minutes, first in written words and then, right after, spoken by a smiling messenger with a thick accent pumping my gas.

This Morning I Was Reading

This morning I was reading poetry. My mind kept wandering down a path of regret and here is what I was thinking:

All those poems gone, I wrote for years, through high school and beyond into my 20’s and I littered notebooks with all the screaming sorrow and confusion and isolation that filled me until I exploded, or rather imploded, and began again as an empty vessel. Now I know my writing was good, like my drawings, but all of it, the drawings and the writings, I kept in secret shame just as I did my life. One day I got married and the next day (well almost…6 months later) divorced and that dark, storm cloud of a man destroyed all the pieces of paper...the spiral bound, loose leaf, bright white, stationary...that told the tale of my prior existence, the story of a girl who wasn’t me, a girl who was only a figment of a life I left rotting in a dank basement because it wouldn’t burn and all attempts to drown it failed because it could swim very well. It did bleed, but not enough to kill it. I tried slow annihilation but it finally just had to get lost, somewhere, like the poems and pencils and pieces of a person. I hope it leaves me alone.

My Summer Vacation

Gino kayaking around Seal Cove

Dad and I cooking fish 1960's

Vacation this year was to Mt. Desert Island.  An almost perfect place, Acadia is a refreshing release from the sweltering sauna that is South Jersey in late August.  This trip is a family tradition.  I remember the long drive up, the thrill that I felt passing by the Manhattan skyscrapers.  And the Isle, giving me gifts from the sea, the rapture of reeling in a slippery, wriggling fish that was all mine for dinner that night, early morning tidal pooling and running up to Dad with each and every sea urchin and star fish I found, "Look Dad, I found a BIG one".  I remember one chill afternoon, we were standing on a cliff listening to the crashing, fog obscured sea below.  I was shivering, and my Father gave me his jacket.  I felt his warmth when he wrapped his battered suede around my shoulders, I felt his love, I felt that he could always take care of me, he was so strong.

The trip this year was bitter sweet.  Dad hung back in the car or camp, his body too frail to make most of those long hikes.  He tried and only got frustrated with his aching, failing shell. He is old. His battered marathoners knees are not dependable anymore.  His heart does strange things and he thinks he will never see Mt. Desert again.  The idea that he will not be standing there, holding out his jacket...

I love my father.  He is smart, kind and loving.  He can fix anything and has a solution to any problem I lay at his door.  He loves God and country.  Total strangers are drawn to him like moths to a flame and it is a family joke that he has a friend everywhere, because he does.  It is his love of traveling that has infected me, his love of nature and this island that draws me back, year after year.  

Dad at Seawall 2008

Mushroom Lovers

I want to be your mushroom lover

A part of you, but not you 

Safe under your umbrella

Close against your bine

Spore of your spore

A Move Beyond Hybrid Cars

A recent headline regarding the "I am better than you are" campaign for presidency of the United States has Obama decrying McCain as in the pockets of the oil companies in that he does not have a wonderful energy plan that includes massive subsidies to the auto manufacturers.  I immediately thought of how ridiculous the whole premise is.  Hybrid cars are an already antiquated concept.  They still need gasoline and projections show that by the year 2025 we will be using the same amount of fossil fuel even if all vehicles are hybrid. Consequently, the claimed reduction on oil dependance that we would gain by going hybrid is really no reduction at all and the "Better Than You" platform that HObama stands upon shows itself made of polenta and built on sand.

If subsidies for big business are what one desires to propagate in order to reduce our dependance on foreign oil, then get with it and subsidize hydrogen fuel cell vehicle (HFCV) manufacturing.  These vehicles are zero emissions.  That's it. Brilliant huh?

Maybe I should run for President.

A Night of a Thousand Deaths

Another night at work, keeping the dead alive for another day or week or month...waiting for them to become really dead, not just mostly dead. And while waiting for their honest to gosh death we turn them every 2 hours and suction their mouths and gently, oh so gently, bathe their bruised and broken bodies that we have penetrated with ghastly devices intended to keep them alive; foley's and chest tubes and endotracheal tubes and nasogastric tubes and PEG tubes and central lines through which we pump the life sustaining drugs that keeps the blood moving oxygen to the dying cells and keeps their bodies alive and on earth for another day or week or month so we can turn them....

Haiku on a Bike

Biking today I found Amelia Earhart's plane, lonely, in a ditch.

Change is Good

I've traded out the Klimt Kiss that hung on my wall.  I have wanted to change it for years and finally have but only because I painted the walls.  What kind of justification for change of art is that?  Why do I need justification to change the art anyway?  Why do I have to justify anything I do?  Who am I making excuses for and to whom?  Who cares?

Now Murnau by Kandinsky hangs against the freshly golden wall.  It looks good.  

Change is good.

NJ State Park Closings

I suspect that Governor Corzine (d. NJ) sustained some brain damage when he was in that car accident. You all remember, don't you? He was not belted in a speeding car (when the NJ law requires seat belt) and was severely injured. Now he takes a state police helicopter to functions so he won't get in car accidents. Anyhow, for a supposed lack of $4.7 million he plans on closing every state park in our South Jersey area and then some. Now here is why I think Corzine is touched in the head. At the same time he is closing the parks, he is giving away about $15 million in grants and financing private industry to the tune of $270 million to encourage stem cell research. Part of that money is going to build a privately owned multi-million dollar research facility. The residents of NJ, who paid out of pocket, will not get any discount when new treatments are developed despite the fact that our tax dollars paid for it. Don't get me wrong, I applaud the strides that have been made in autologous stem cell research (fetal stem cells being a total bust...I don't support their use anyhow). I am not begrudging a few bucks for grants and the like but to give such a ridiculously large free ride to private industry to the detriment of the citizens is a bit much. We are all quite aware that Mr. Corzine can afford to vacation anyplace in the world but for many New Jersey families, the State Parks are all that their budget allows.

Key West 

photoshopped, cropped, popped,

sketched, etched, 

fudged, nudged, budged,

beautiful

I would be a Caribbean snail

if only to bask in the salty sun

until the end of my days

or until i got eaten up

Man Man- Top Drawer

Song...download and listen. Will be released April 2008.



Download Top Drawer

Andrews Creek Haiku

Long summers hike up

The cold creek quenches my thirst

An alpine eden

Magnetic Curtains

These are so cool!!

Magnetic Curtain

A curtain which you can shape to any form. Through the incorporated structure and magnets, it stays in the shape you push and pull it to.