Sunday, December 19, 2010

Homosexuals in the Military: just say no

Were you in the military?  I was.  We take group showers, run around naked, and generally act with no concern as to who is watching us.  We are all women right?  Now, add into that mix a man.  What is he thinking as we all shower together, surrounded by fifty wet naked female bodies?  What is he looking at when I bend over in front of him to pull on my panties?  Why does my choice to serve my country make me have to expose my self to him in this intimate way?


The above scenerio is what is wrong with allowing homosexuals to serve in the military.  


I am not homophobic.  It is not my place to judge what another human being does.  God does that quite well without my help. My opposition to this law has nothing to do with the sexual choices of a small group of citizens and everything to do with respecting the youth who choose to enter the employ of the government in military service.  What I am is a veteran with a REAL understanding of the situations that are presented in the sort communal living that is part and parcel of military life.  I would not have wanted to have been forced to expose my genitals to a man on a daily basis yet allowing homosexuals to serve in the military is, in effect, assuring that will happen.  


You see, boys and girls, homosexuals are sexually attracted to people of the same gender so it follows that the military should not place them in intimate situations with same sex individuals.  That would be like putting men and women together in boot camp, in communal showers, sleeping next to each other, every minute of every day.  Would you want that?  Would you want your daughter or son to be exposed in such a sexual way by our government?  The heterosexuals become unwitting victims of sexual voyeurism and it is condoned by the law.  Whose civil rights are being tromped on...really!


I do not understand how such a small percentage of the population can dictate such ridiculous terms to the United States Government. 







Friday, December 3, 2010

God's Plan

I love my job.  It is not what I thought I would be doing when I was a kid.  At first, when I was very small and in Miss McConnell's dance school, I thought I would be a ballerina.  Then, I realized my true calling was movie star.  Every day of my life was an act...I acted like nothing was wrong and everyone believed me.  I used to practice my Oscar speech over and over.  It was so humble yet profound.  Then, in high school, I realized I had to DO something so I figured I would be an artist.  I had lots of natural talent and always drew.  I have a good eye and it was easy for me.  Unfortunately, I was too into the party and not the study and college dropped away, just like all of my childhood dreams.  Lost in the 70's, like many of use were then, I waitressed.  It was good money.  I partied and worked and smiled at the rude people who expected the world for a 50¢ tip. I had to migrate.  Knowing I was too hyper to sit still and that I needed to make a living AWAY from small town USA, I joined the Navy and became a metal worker.  Loved it, made money at it and when I left the USN I got a job making good bucks.  I could weld ANYTHING because I understood heat (having been a fire bug from way back) and was a hard worker.  Then along came my sons.  I stayed home with them (thank you God) to raise them and be with them and give them every little bit of love and life and whatever it is that Mom's give to son's and I worked so hard to not make the mistakes my parent's made and to give them all the good things that my parents gave me.  Then I had to go to work.  I prayed.  I went to nursing school. 

All of this, all of the false careers that were mere blips in His true intention for me, all of this and I really, really love my job.  Thank you God, you have been faithful and true while I have been skeptical and unbelieving.  I hated you for letting me be so hurt and destroyed (the suffering made me a more compassionate nurse).  I learned how to act like I wasn't dying inside ( that made me a rock of a  nurse).  I feared that You would see how rotten I felt (That made me a humble nurse).  I felt I had to do it all myself (that made me an efficient nurse).  I learned how to trouble shoot (that made me understand the human body).   I mothered (what patient doesn't need a little motherly love?).  I doubted you but You never doubted me.  You had a plan.  You always do.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Autumn Poem



Fearful of the coming winter
the cowardly yellow leaves let go
and fall in heaps 
to 
the 
ground.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Saturday, May 15, 2010

An Offering


A male friend asked me why women apologize when we haven't done anything wrong. Here is what I told him:
I say "I am sorry" because I am polite and choose to diffuse. I do not apologize for myself except when I am truly at fault. Sorry does not only mean apology. As a matter of fact, apology is only a small portion of the definition of sorry. I won’t bore you with all the meanings here. Look it up.
Back to sorry…When I say I’m sorry you are upset, I am not apologizing, I am stating a fact. I am sorry that you are upset. Firstly, as an empathetic person, I really AM sorry you are upset. Upset is not a good place to be. Happy is a good place to be. Mellow is a good place to be. Upset, not so good. I feel your suffering in your upset place and am sorry FOR YOU. Secondly, when you are upset it colors the atmosphere around you and I happen to be in that atmosphere of your upset. Consequently, I am affected by your upset in an existential way.

I will continue to say I am sorry. The world is a place full of hurt and I am very sorry for those who suffer, even if it is at the hands of their own twisted psychs.
I think the woman’s sorry you speak of is part of who we are, empathetic, nurturing, caring. These are generally not traits associated with men.
I’m sorry if you have had difficulties in the past with understanding the nature of the female sorry. I am sorry for you because it caused you to view women as other than they actually were. What you apparently perceive as weakness is actually giving, loving and caring.
I hope I have helped you see our sorry for what it is, a selfless (sometimes) verbal pat on the back.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

The Racist Census: More questions than answers

I was thinking of how much I despised filling out the 2010 census. I felt insulted by the questions and had considered not sending it in. Today I realized why it bothered me so much. In our country, where we are supposed to treat everyone the same, no matter what color or nationality they are, the government is enforcing it's own racist policies via the US Census.

On the census there are many different kinds of browns to choose from, many different sub groupings of non-whites, non-European peoples. I had considered leaving the areas requiring racial information blank. What did the government care what color I am? What difference did it make? Why are all non-browns, non-latinos lumped together? When I investigated the necessity of this information to the government I found it was, in part, a way to decide voting districts as well as dispensation of government monies. Voting districts are designated along racial lines? Government handouts go by racial heritage not need? Are certain races more needy by dint of their color or language? Is the government perpetuating a welfare race by it's application of racial profiling? Look what the US did to the indigenous peoples. They hobbled them through forced dependence. Why is the issue of one's Latin heritage so important to the census? Could it be related to the 57% democrat versus the 23% republican partisian allegiance that Latinos claim? When will our government stop being racist in order to further it's own subversive agenda?

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

True Healthcare Reform From a Healthcare Professionals Perspective.

AMA sold out the physicians in backing this bill which is not reform at all, only a government take over of the health industry, with no REAL changes made to improve the system. TRUE reform would have included tort reform and sliding scale clinics available for preventative care, a move which would allow hospital emergency departments to triage and refuse care to non-emergent cases, referring them to the clinics. Another big change to the present system, which unfairly puts the burden for free medical care on the hospital system, would be to allow hospitals to refuse care to illegal aliens. The fact is, the government has been legislating acute care into bankruptcy and long term care into mediocrity.  Real reform means real changes and this bill does not present them.  It only puts another nail in the coffin that is the American economy through higher taxes and encouragement of the "entitlement" mentality by redistributing wealth from middle class people like me to those who feel entitled to the fruits of my labor.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Letter to my Sisters: from an aging feminist


As a nuclear welder and brazer in the late 70's and early 80's I put up with the insults, the verbal abuse, the never getting ahead or never getting comparable pay for the work I excelled in. I had to work twice as hard as a man but, I finally earned the respect I deserved. When I left the trades I was running jobs. The men who worked with me and around me stopped making rude comments. They even stuck up for me when new contractors started in with the same tired cracks.

I busted my butt to overcome the male stereotype of women, to be more than just an object and now I see women using their bodies to get what they want, becoming nothing more than objects, booties going to the highest bidder. Hooker clothes de rigueur, under wear on the outside, fake breasts, crotch shots, all of it designed to devolve women into nothing more than objects of lust and you "modern" women are falling for it. You've even talked yourself into believing that it was all your idea and not that of the male media machine. You have walked right back to the place where men would keep you, under their thumb, and you call it sex positive feminism.

I was a part of a movement of women with a mission and I felt like those who came after us would be better off for our fight. Now I am not so sure.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

yuck


I am so tired of being sick walking around like everything is fine when I feel like puking sweating fevers eyes burning can't see hurting sinus pins jabbing then sneezing inflamed urethra hurts to pee parts that I never knew could pain so obnoxious and constantly unpredictable from this stupid rheumatoid arthritis.

Let me collect myself and clear the knot from my throat, I have work to do.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Mohammad Cartoon worth killing over?




Here is the hard to find and never seen on television news cartoon that has radical muslims ready to kill an old grandfather and his five year old granddaughter.

Here is a piece of "art" that is a crucifix of Jesus Christ submerged in urine. This image has been shown on major news and television shows and is a winner in an art exhibition of the National Endowment for the Arts, an entity of the US government.

I am wondering why the news media bows to Muslim threats and supresses a political cartoon yet the same news media, along with the US gov't, encourages and rewards this obvious insult to Christians?

James Thurber said: Let us not look back in anger or forward in fear, but around in awareness.

addendum: When I originally wrote this post the real cartoons were impossible to find on the internet and I posted what had been labeled as "the" cartoon. I was wrong. Strangely, the images of mohamad as dog are readily available now. This is one of the series.