Happy Monday, chil’ren!
A bitch spent Saturday avoiding human contact.
Trust me, it was a good call.
But I emerged Sunday to attend A Tasteful Affair. A Tasteful Affair is a food-based fundraiser that benefits Food Outreach, which is an organization that makes sure folks with HIV/AIDS and cancer get nutritious meals!
There were so many fantabulous varieties of food…well, this bitch almost lost my appetite.
Almost (wink).
Congratulations to Food Outreach and all the volunteers and sponsors who helped make this event a yummified success!
Moving forward…
A Rage in Georgetown...
George Tenet emerged from his Georgetown lair and onto 60 Minutes last night to attempt…with a great deal of rage-based emotion, mind you…to spin his role in the Iraq War pre-conflict drama.
A word of advice, Georgie… when attempting to ease fears that the CIA might have tortured prisoners held in secret prisons one should not appear to have a rage management problem on the verge of resulting in stroke.
Mercy, a bitch feared for a certain 60 Minutes report’s life…more than once…more than twice!
Ahem.
So, Tenet is trying to say that he has been fucked over by Cheney…but a bitch isn’t buying it.
Don’t get me wrong…Dickie C. would just as soon shoot you in the face (duck, motherfucker!) as have your back in a strategy fight…blink…but Tenet, being the grown ass man that he is, wasn’t required to take all that bullshit.
The notion that Tenet was forced through some old school code of political honor (oh, puhlease!) to go with the flow and not call bullshit or resign fails the smell test…stinks on ice…where did all the flies come from?…mmmhmm, it’s bullshit!
That’s right…wait for it...oh, yes…we’ve got a healthy portion (500 pages give or take a few) of absolute bullshit on ice, y’all!
But hey, the display of barely controlled rage on 60 Minutes was entertaining…if you’re into that kind of cage fighting foaming at the mouth about to cut loose and water board you to within an inch of your life kind of rage.
Wince.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
A WWJD Pondering...
Lawd, what a week!
Let’s just jump right on in, shall we?
A WWJD Pondering...
A bitch calls bullshit on this move pulled by none other
than Archbishop Raymond you want communion you’d best vote like I tell you to Burke.
St. Louis Archbishop Raymond Burke resigned from the Cardinal Glennon Hospital Foundation board because Sheryl Crow is performing at the Bob Costas fundraiser to benefit Cardinal Glennon this Saturday.
Non-locals should know that Cardinal Glennon is a children’s hospital and Bob Costas has a fundraiser every year to raise money to help the wee little babies & chil’ren who are treated there.
Archbishop Burke hates Sheryl Crow (a Missouri native) because Ms. Crow is pro-choice and supported the stem cell research initiative in Missouri last year.
Blink.
A bitch is pretty sure Sheryl could give a shit about Archbishop Burke despite his apparent obsession with her and her opinions.
Local radio was buzzing about the “good Catholic” and “bad Catholic” thing, but this bitch isn’t Catholic…so my mind went straight to the ‘what the fuck is this dude trying to say?’ angle.
Archbishop Burke issued a statement in which he described Crow's planned appearance as "an affront to the identity and mission of the medical center, dedicated as it is to the service of life and Christ's healing mission."
His opinion appears to be that supporting the event is supporting “sin” because one of the performers has expressed views that differ from Catholic teachings.
But Billy Crystal is also going to be there and a bitch is pretty sure his views don't jive with all manner of Catholic teachings.
Hell, Bob Costas is the main man behind the event and he’s divorced from his first wife.
Gasp!
He’s since remarried.
Shame!
…which should have had Burke up in arms months ago since he’s all about protecting traditional man on woman fluid exchanging only in the hope of creating life and never to be torn asunder marriage…right?
But it appears that Archbishop Burke is selectively offended and full to bursting with bullshit.
Why hit the breaks at Sheryl Crow?
Well, Burke is trying to rustle up a wedge issue or two on the stem cell research and abortion issues amongst the faithful…just like that move to deny communion to those who didn’t vote the ‘good Catholic” vote was about turning out anti-choice votes.
Blink.
Let’s just jump right on in, shall we?
A WWJD Pondering...
A bitch calls bullshit on this move pulled by none other
than Archbishop Raymond you want communion you’d best vote like I tell you to Burke.St. Louis Archbishop Raymond Burke resigned from the Cardinal Glennon Hospital Foundation board because Sheryl Crow is performing at the Bob Costas fundraiser to benefit Cardinal Glennon this Saturday.
Non-locals should know that Cardinal Glennon is a children’s hospital and Bob Costas has a fundraiser every year to raise money to help the wee little babies & chil’ren who are treated there.
Archbishop Burke hates Sheryl Crow (a Missouri native) because Ms. Crow is pro-choice and supported the stem cell research initiative in Missouri last year.
Blink.
A bitch is pretty sure Sheryl could give a shit about Archbishop Burke despite his apparent obsession with her and her opinions.
Local radio was buzzing about the “good Catholic” and “bad Catholic” thing, but this bitch isn’t Catholic…so my mind went straight to the ‘what the fuck is this dude trying to say?’ angle.
Archbishop Burke issued a statement in which he described Crow's planned appearance as "an affront to the identity and mission of the medical center, dedicated as it is to the service of life and Christ's healing mission."
His opinion appears to be that supporting the event is supporting “sin” because one of the performers has expressed views that differ from Catholic teachings.
But Billy Crystal is also going to be there and a bitch is pretty sure his views don't jive with all manner of Catholic teachings.
Hell, Bob Costas is the main man behind the event and he’s divorced from his first wife.
Gasp!
He’s since remarried.
Shame!
…which should have had Burke up in arms months ago since he’s all about protecting traditional man on woman fluid exchanging only in the hope of creating life and never to be torn asunder marriage…right?
But it appears that Archbishop Burke is selectively offended and full to bursting with bullshit.
Why hit the breaks at Sheryl Crow?
Well, Burke is trying to rustle up a wedge issue or two on the stem cell research and abortion issues amongst the faithful…just like that move to deny communion to those who didn’t vote the ‘good Catholic” vote was about turning out anti-choice votes.
Blink.
Lawd have mercy, a bitch just had a vivid mental image of Archbishop Burke lurking outside of the Fabulous Fox Theatre with a digital camera to document all those “bad Catholics” in attendance tomorrow night!
Talk about putting a new spin on WWJD...
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Russians...
As breaking…still breaking…breaking and then thinking about developing, but still having too much fun breaking…news came through that the first President of the Russian Federation, Boris Yeltsin, had died this bitch paused to remember a time when Russians were Soviets and their system of government was the greatest threat to freedom ever created.
I remember Soviets being so dangerous that they wouldn’t even teach the Russian language in public school.
I remember movie after movie featuring emotionless robot-esque Soviets bent on domination and destruction.
And I remember President Reagan getting his great communicator on whilst ordering the Soviets to tear down that wall…
Pause…blink…continue.
…back when walls were bad, Russians were Soviets and the Soviet system of government was the greatest threat to freedom ever created.
But I also remember very clearly the first time I heard the song Russians by Sting (thanks music fans for the correction).
Blink.
What?
Oh, like you didn’t get your groove on to The Police...or Sting (wink)... back in the day?
Mmmmhmmm…whatever…you still know the words to Roxanne.
Anyhoo…
A bitch was a wee bitch and spun out on 1980’s propaganda when I first heard Russians on MTV back when MTV played music videos 24/7. I lay on the polished wood floor in front of the television and soaked it in.
In Europe and America, there’s a growing feeling of hysteria
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the soviets
Mr. Khrushchev said we will bury you
I don’t subscribe to this point of view
It would be such an ignorant thing to do
If the Russians love their children too
For some reason the words made me cry. I realized that I had never thought of Russians as people with children who lay upon the floor in front of the television.
How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer’s deadly toy
There is no monopoly in common sense
On either side of the political fence
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too
It was the first time I contemplated ‘the other’ as human…that there are people over there who may think differently but who love the same.
Don’t they…didn’t they…didn’t history teach us that they love the same?
There is no historical precedent
To put the words in the mouth of the president
There’s no such thing as a winnable war
Its a lie that we don’t believe anymore
Mr. Reagan says we will protect you
I don’t subscribe to this point of view
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too
And wasn’t the brilliance of mutual destruction built on the foundation of valuing life…of the Russians loving their children too?
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
What might save us, me, and you
Is that the Russians love their children too
Sigh.
The same television that introduced this bitch to Russians by The Police brought news of summits and nuclear escalation…of revolution and liberation…of that wall being torn down not by politicians but by the masses…and of elections on Russian soil. A bitch watched in amazement as Soviets became Russians who went to the polls and it was beyond emotional to think that it was all better now.
They love their children too!
All good…right?
Gawd, I thought I was witnessing a grand experiment as democracy was introduced into the Soviet blood stream. It would cure those Russians of that system of government that was the greatest threat ever created and they would pass the cure on…and so on…and so on…and does this sound familiar?
But the Russians who were once Soviets did not build a perfect democracy any more than our founders did…and everything hasn’t been more better for all of those Soviets who became Russians.
Perhaps freedom has multiple definitions?
Perhaps real change requires more than a photo op featuring ecstatic faces in a liberated square tearing down a symbol of past oppression.
Blink.
What might save us, me, and you?
Is that they do love their children too...
I remember Soviets being so dangerous that they wouldn’t even teach the Russian language in public school.
I remember movie after movie featuring emotionless robot-esque Soviets bent on domination and destruction.
And I remember President Reagan getting his great communicator on whilst ordering the Soviets to tear down that wall…
Pause…blink…continue.
…back when walls were bad, Russians were Soviets and the Soviet system of government was the greatest threat to freedom ever created.
But I also remember very clearly the first time I heard the song Russians by Sting (thanks music fans for the correction).
Blink.
What?
Oh, like you didn’t get your groove on to The Police...or Sting (wink)... back in the day?
Mmmmhmmm…whatever…you still know the words to Roxanne.
Anyhoo…
A bitch was a wee bitch and spun out on 1980’s propaganda when I first heard Russians on MTV back when MTV played music videos 24/7. I lay on the polished wood floor in front of the television and soaked it in.
In Europe and America, there’s a growing feeling of hysteria
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the soviets
Mr. Khrushchev said we will bury you
I don’t subscribe to this point of view
It would be such an ignorant thing to do
If the Russians love their children too
For some reason the words made me cry. I realized that I had never thought of Russians as people with children who lay upon the floor in front of the television.
How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer’s deadly toy
There is no monopoly in common sense
On either side of the political fence
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too
It was the first time I contemplated ‘the other’ as human…that there are people over there who may think differently but who love the same.
Don’t they…didn’t they…didn’t history teach us that they love the same?
There is no historical precedent
To put the words in the mouth of the president
There’s no such thing as a winnable war
Its a lie that we don’t believe anymore
Mr. Reagan says we will protect you
I don’t subscribe to this point of view
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too
And wasn’t the brilliance of mutual destruction built on the foundation of valuing life…of the Russians loving their children too?
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
What might save us, me, and you
Is that the Russians love their children too
Sigh.
The same television that introduced this bitch to Russians by The Police brought news of summits and nuclear escalation…of revolution and liberation…of that wall being torn down not by politicians but by the masses…and of elections on Russian soil. A bitch watched in amazement as Soviets became Russians who went to the polls and it was beyond emotional to think that it was all better now.
They love their children too!
All good…right?
Gawd, I thought I was witnessing a grand experiment as democracy was introduced into the Soviet blood stream. It would cure those Russians of that system of government that was the greatest threat ever created and they would pass the cure on…and so on…and so on…and does this sound familiar?
But the Russians who were once Soviets did not build a perfect democracy any more than our founders did…and everything hasn’t been more better for all of those Soviets who became Russians.
Perhaps freedom has multiple definitions?
Perhaps real change requires more than a photo op featuring ecstatic faces in a liberated square tearing down a symbol of past oppression.
Blink.
What might save us, me, and you?
Is that they do love their children too...
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Anticipating the O'Beirners...
Last night, even after several hours of ruthless discipline dealt out through the 
merciless rod of correction, this bitch was still unable to get Kate O’Beirne to read the latest study on the wage gap between men and women.
I always suspected that O’Beirne’s rancidity was up there with she who shall not be named because the mention of her makes the wee chil’ren cry…but O’Beirne’s resistance to correction was unanticipated!
Blink.
What?
Oh for the love of all bitchitude, I did not "spank" Kate O’Beirne last night…well, I did…cough…but it was during a rather exhausting session of dream-based correction.
Newish readers should know that a bitch’s dreams are just dreams and any ass whooping that takes place is…ummm, dream based and therefore not real!
Cough.
Also, my official NSA monitoring buddy…I like to call him Hal (a bitch loves you like an incurable rash, son)… should make note of that too!
Ahem.
Anyhoo, my dream-based correction of O’Beirne was amazingly unsatisfying! I woke up pondering her ability to maintain that level of denial and the life that would sustain such a state.
See, this bitch read the news that a study conducted by the American Association of University Women Educational Foundation found…gasp…a wage gap between men and women and I immediately thought that shit was the most obvious data dished out since the “revelation” that there are poor black people living in New Orleans.
But clearly the news that women make less than men for the same fucking work is…well, news to some people.
merciless rod of correction, this bitch was still unable to get Kate O’Beirne to read the latest study on the wage gap between men and women. I always suspected that O’Beirne’s rancidity was up there with she who shall not be named because the mention of her makes the wee chil’ren cry…but O’Beirne’s resistance to correction was unanticipated!
Blink.
What?
Oh for the love of all bitchitude, I did not "spank" Kate O’Beirne last night…well, I did…cough…but it was during a rather exhausting session of dream-based correction.
Newish readers should know that a bitch’s dreams are just dreams and any ass whooping that takes place is…ummm, dream based and therefore not real!
Cough.
Also, my official NSA monitoring buddy…I like to call him Hal (a bitch loves you like an incurable rash, son)… should make note of that too!
Ahem.
Anyhoo, my dream-based correction of O’Beirne was amazingly unsatisfying! I woke up pondering her ability to maintain that level of denial and the life that would sustain such a state.
See, this bitch read the news that a study conducted by the American Association of University Women Educational Foundation found…gasp…a wage gap between men and women and I immediately thought that shit was the most obvious data dished out since the “revelation” that there are poor black people living in New Orleans.
But clearly the news that women make less than men for the same fucking work is…well, news to some people.
And some still seek to deny the fact of it.
Pause…narrow eyes…continue.
And this bitch resents the hell out of those Kate O’Beirnesque people!
What?
Fuck it!
I resent the hell out of anyone who didn’t know that women make less than men fordoing the same shit!
I resent the Kate O’Beirners for their over paying bullshit spewing jobs that afford them the kind of income to support a state of denial about the gender wage gap.
Oh, it’s not that the Kate O’Beirners aren’t getting fucked over on the gender wage gap tip.
I suspect that they are.
No, it’s that fact that they are making “no need to question what other folks are making” money.
Mmmhmm, you know what I mean...so over the top when compared to their actual value that they can’t be bothered to fret about income equality much less validate that some of us are counting quarters and adding water to soup every time the price of gas goes up.
They probably haven’t looked at a co-worker’s new whatever-the-fuck-most-coveted-thing in envy which quickly evolves into “how much does that motherfucker make, anyway?” dismay in years…if ever.
Well fuck you in advance Kate O’Beirne and your followers!
Your denial of the validity of this report is as predictable as the gender wage gap one year out of college.
Pause…narrow eyes…continue.
And this bitch resents the hell out of those Kate O’Beirnesque people!
What?
Fuck it!
I resent the hell out of anyone who didn’t know that women make less than men fordoing the same shit!
I resent the Kate O’Beirners for their over paying bullshit spewing jobs that afford them the kind of income to support a state of denial about the gender wage gap.
Oh, it’s not that the Kate O’Beirners aren’t getting fucked over on the gender wage gap tip.
I suspect that they are.
No, it’s that fact that they are making “no need to question what other folks are making” money.
Mmmhmm, you know what I mean...so over the top when compared to their actual value that they can’t be bothered to fret about income equality much less validate that some of us are counting quarters and adding water to soup every time the price of gas goes up.
They probably haven’t looked at a co-worker’s new whatever-the-fuck-most-coveted-thing in envy which quickly evolves into “how much does that motherfucker make, anyway?” dismay in years…if ever.
Well fuck you in advance Kate O’Beirne and your followers!
Your denial of the validity of this report is as predictable as the gender wage gap one year out of college.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Wall them the fuck in?
Okay, a bitch is busier than hell...and bitter with it... but had to pause for a quick moment of bitchitude.
What the fuck is this shit?
And do these people have no understanding of history?
The solution worked up by the United States and Iraqi forces to deal with those insurgent attacks that John McCain claimed are no big deal anyhoo (wince...not his best moment) is to build a “temporary” wall.
A temporary wall, for the love of all that is foolish and flawed from jump!
Mayhap they borrowed the idea from the head idiots in charge who thought a fence would solve our immigration challenges?
Lawd, give me strength!
I immediately thought of the footage I’ve seen of the Berlin Wall back in the day…that had been rumor...and then became a fence...which, over time, grew into a 'oh shit, we need power tools' huge ass thick wall/symbol.
Wise people know that temporary solutions too often become semi-permanent drama infused tools of oppression.
Now that I think of it, “Wall them the fuck in!” is rarely proposed by the nice guys.
Blink.
I think my afro just went gray…
What the fuck is this shit?
And do these people have no understanding of history?
The solution worked up by the United States and Iraqi forces to deal with those insurgent attacks that John McCain claimed are no big deal anyhoo (wince...not his best moment) is to build a “temporary” wall.
A temporary wall, for the love of all that is foolish and flawed from jump!
Mayhap they borrowed the idea from the head idiots in charge who thought a fence would solve our immigration challenges?
Lawd, give me strength!
I immediately thought of the footage I’ve seen of the Berlin Wall back in the day…that had been rumor...and then became a fence...which, over time, grew into a 'oh shit, we need power tools' huge ass thick wall/symbol.
Wise people know that temporary solutions too often become semi-permanent drama infused tools of oppression.
Now that I think of it, “Wall them the fuck in!” is rarely proposed by the nice guys.
Blink.
I think my afro just went gray…
A quick ACLU thank you...
A bitch is stressed with work and personal deadlines.
Shit!
The one bright spot from this weekend was meeting a certain Rachel P. of the ACLU, who was kind enough to set up a chat with the fantabulous Jesselyn McCurdy. The ACLU was in St. Louis to…well, meet in St. Louis (wink) so a bitch was thrilled to get some one on one time!
Look for this bitch to post on the layered issues surrounding the federal crack cocaine law, why it’s not making our communities safer and what we can each do about it.
Thank you Rachel and Jesselyn!
Shit!
The one bright spot from this weekend was meeting a certain Rachel P. of the ACLU, who was kind enough to set up a chat with the fantabulous Jesselyn McCurdy. The ACLU was in St. Louis to…well, meet in St. Louis (wink) so a bitch was thrilled to get some one on one time!
Look for this bitch to post on the layered issues surrounding the federal crack cocaine law, why it’s not making our communities safer and what we can each do about it.
Thank you Rachel and Jesselyn!
Remembering Rep. Millender-McDonald…
Congresswoman Juanita Millender-McDonald died Saturday from cancer. She was a 7 term congresswoman from Southern California.
In a time when so many of our elected to government appear unwilling to challenge or question…or unprepared to speak on behalf of the people’s interest…I recall Rep. Millender-McDonald advocating on behalf of her district in 1996 in response to allegations that the CIA introduced crack cocaine to South Central.
I heard of her passing and my mind immediately jumped to one of my favorite quotes… “fear not the path of truth, for the lack of people walking on it”.
Congresswoman Millender-McDonald was 68 years old.
In a time when so many of our elected to government appear unwilling to challenge or question…or unprepared to speak on behalf of the people’s interest…I recall Rep. Millender-McDonald advocating on behalf of her district in 1996 in response to allegations that the CIA introduced crack cocaine to South Central.
I heard of her passing and my mind immediately jumped to one of my favorite quotes… “fear not the path of truth, for the lack of people walking on it”.
Congresswoman Millender-McDonald was 68 years old.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Who knew?
A bitch is fascinated by the inability of fuck-ups to get fired in the world of Bush.
Gonzales took such a beating yesterday my ass is willing to bet he begged Scooter B. to take his resignation.
Mercy!
Person after person within the inner Bushie (a bitch just adores that new word, don’t you?) circle seems to be able to take large politically damaging shits in the Executive living room…over and over again…and not get kicked to the curb.
Shit, some of the biggest fuck-ups got medals…or were appointed to head the World Bank where they fucked up (literally) yet again!
Don’t get me wrong, I understand why Scooter B. is reluctant to fire Gonzales. Shit, he may be a dumb ass but even he knows that confirming a new Attorney General through the current congress would be an absolute beating and I don’t mean the fun kind (wink).
Sigh.
At least these scandals offer a glimpse into how all manner of shit got messed up in D.C. under Scooter B’s watch.
Either the e-mail alerting the West Wing to the flawed intelligence on Iraq was lost to the same mystery virus that ate all those Rovian e-mails...
…or Wolfowitz was fucking Curveball in a yellow cake based fetish orgy of lust back in 2002!
Gonzales took such a beating yesterday my ass is willing to bet he begged Scooter B. to take his resignation.
Mercy!
Person after person within the inner Bushie (a bitch just adores that new word, don’t you?) circle seems to be able to take large politically damaging shits in the Executive living room…over and over again…and not get kicked to the curb.
Shit, some of the biggest fuck-ups got medals…or were appointed to head the World Bank where they fucked up (literally) yet again!
Don’t get me wrong, I understand why Scooter B. is reluctant to fire Gonzales. Shit, he may be a dumb ass but even he knows that confirming a new Attorney General through the current congress would be an absolute beating and I don’t mean the fun kind (wink).
Sigh.
At least these scandals offer a glimpse into how all manner of shit got messed up in D.C. under Scooter B’s watch.
Either the e-mail alerting the West Wing to the flawed intelligence on Iraq was lost to the same mystery virus that ate all those Rovian e-mails...
…or Wolfowitz was fucking Curveball in a yellow cake based fetish orgy of lust back in 2002!
A choice pondering...
Lawd, have mercy!
A bitch is busy and overwhelmed with all the to-dos mounting up on my list of shit to do.
Ugh.
For the love of all bitchitude, my ass has been too busy to bitch!
I know…it’s beyond shocking (wink).
A choice pondering...
This bitch heard the news that the Supreme Court has ruled against choice this week and was alarmed. What alarms me the most is that I find myself debating a medical procedure when this precedent is about so much more.
I’ve said it before but, fuck it, I’ll say it again...this bitch does not belong to a sect of liberals that meet in a dark wood and chant spells calling for more abortions.
My activism in my community is based on education and creating a healthy dialogue about sex so that we are all empowered to make the right decisions for us.
I believe that those decisions should be made between the individual and their medical provider.
And though I find the idea of any court stepping into a medical relationship bizarre…and the unsaid indictment within these rulings that doctors who perform abortions are blood hungry beasts beyond insulting…this battle is about choice and we must all struggle against accepting the premise of the anti-choice arguments.
Valuing a culture of life…means educating the public about risks, diseases, how our bodies work, what healthy sex, what pleasure is, what medicines do what and why some medicines exist.
It does not mean raising our youth in a world of denial, myth, fear and ignorance.
In choice there is power…and that is what these people fear.
Through education…we find health and that is what they seek to deny.
Through sex education we encourage mature behavior and decisions…and that just will not do, now will it?
And why won’t that do?
Why do they fear intelligence?
Why do they encourage ignorance and the risky behavior that follows?
Why are they celebrating?
And what the fuck happened to all that "settled law" bullshit?
Stari decisis, my black ass!
Lawd, give me strength.
Mmmmhmm, it’s well past time we start asking why these motherfuckers are dedicating so much time towards denying access to medical procedures and so little time towards educating people and promoting sexual health.
Who benefits from a world without choice and sex education?
I already know who suffers.
A bitch is busy and overwhelmed with all the to-dos mounting up on my list of shit to do.
Ugh.
For the love of all bitchitude, my ass has been too busy to bitch!
I know…it’s beyond shocking (wink).
A choice pondering...
This bitch heard the news that the Supreme Court has ruled against choice this week and was alarmed. What alarms me the most is that I find myself debating a medical procedure when this precedent is about so much more.
I’ve said it before but, fuck it, I’ll say it again...this bitch does not belong to a sect of liberals that meet in a dark wood and chant spells calling for more abortions.
My activism in my community is based on education and creating a healthy dialogue about sex so that we are all empowered to make the right decisions for us.
I believe that those decisions should be made between the individual and their medical provider.
And though I find the idea of any court stepping into a medical relationship bizarre…and the unsaid indictment within these rulings that doctors who perform abortions are blood hungry beasts beyond insulting…this battle is about choice and we must all struggle against accepting the premise of the anti-choice arguments.
Valuing a culture of life…means educating the public about risks, diseases, how our bodies work, what healthy sex, what pleasure is, what medicines do what and why some medicines exist.
It does not mean raising our youth in a world of denial, myth, fear and ignorance.
In choice there is power…and that is what these people fear.
Through education…we find health and that is what they seek to deny.
Through sex education we encourage mature behavior and decisions…and that just will not do, now will it?
And why won’t that do?
Why do they fear intelligence?
Why do they encourage ignorance and the risky behavior that follows?
Why are they celebrating?
And what the fuck happened to all that "settled law" bullshit?
Stari decisis, my black ass!
Lawd, give me strength.
Mmmmhmm, it’s well past time we start asking why these motherfuckers are dedicating so much time towards denying access to medical procedures and so little time towards educating people and promoting sexual health.
Who benefits from a world without choice and sex education?
I already know who suffers.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Time for a dance break…
I don’t know about y’all, but this bitch needs to release some energy!
Shall we?
Today’s dance break will be to the early work of Ms. Janet Jackson…a little song called Control.
Ahem.
Feel free to get your groove on at your work based area.
When I was 17,
I did what people told me
Did what my father said
…and let my mother mold me
But that was long ago
Can you feel it, can you feel it…can you feel it?!?
Blink.
Whoops, took a left turn at Jackson Ave.!
My bad.
Please continue.
I'm in control
Never gonna stop!
Control, to get what I want
Control, I got to have a lot
Control, now I'm all grown up
Mmhmm, tell it sistah!
Tell it!
Got my own mind
I wanna make my own decisions
When it has to do with my life, my life
I wanna be the one in control
Preach!
I'm in control!
I'm in control!
Don't make me lose it.
Thanks.
I needed that!
Now back to your regularly scheduled bitchitude…
Shall we?
Today’s dance break will be to the early work of Ms. Janet Jackson…a little song called Control.
Ahem.
Feel free to get your groove on at your work based area.
When I was 17,
I did what people told me
Did what my father said
…and let my mother mold me
But that was long ago
Can you feel it, can you feel it…can you feel it?!?
Blink.
Whoops, took a left turn at Jackson Ave.!
My bad.
Please continue.
I'm in control
Never gonna stop!
Control, to get what I want
Control, I got to have a lot
Control, now I'm all grown up
Mmhmm, tell it sistah!
Tell it!
Got my own mind
I wanna make my own decisions
When it has to do with my life, my life
I wanna be the one in control
Preach!
I'm in control!
I'm in control!
Don't make me lose it.
Thanks.
I needed that!
Now back to your regularly scheduled bitchitude…
Following the money...
A bitch is no fan of Missouri’s Governor Matt Blunt and this news doesn’t shine his rancid 
ass up any.
Now, I understand and respect that both political parties are knee deep in the be my donor and wink followed by wink I’ll be your friend once elected river of shit that defines Missouri politics.
But heaven to hell and back again, Matt Blunt isn’t even bothering to cover this stink up with air freshener!
It smells!
Stinks, I tell you!
And, looking at the list of $100,000 donors to his *gulp* re-election campaign it would appear that the payoffs are just going to keep on coming.
Lawd, have mercy!
But hey, at least this old school good ole boys politics as usual bullshit helps clear up why that U. S. Attorney who may or may not have been investigating Matt Blunt’s gubernatorial malfunctions might have been kicked to the curb (and my how Cummins story has changed).
I guess having a Bushie for a father pays off…big time and every time!
Oh, and whilst you shudder…rumor has it Matt is on the V.P. short list for a certain Mitt-based candidate. Which would bring about the blessed end to Blunt Trauma in Missouri…but elevate the political threat level for the nation should that Mitt-based candidate win.
Ugh!
As we prepare for the Gonzales hearings keep this hot mess top of mind, because this is the kind of shit those folks fired were being asked to ignore in favor of trumped up voting fraud charges that certain people had hoped would hand them elections last year.
If they spent half as much time doing their motherfucking jobs as they spend paying back donors and trying to consolidating power we might actually get some government back for all those tax dollars spent.
But that’d be too much like right…
ass up any.Now, I understand and respect that both political parties are knee deep in the be my donor and wink followed by wink I’ll be your friend once elected river of shit that defines Missouri politics.
But heaven to hell and back again, Matt Blunt isn’t even bothering to cover this stink up with air freshener!
It smells!
Stinks, I tell you!
And, looking at the list of $100,000 donors to his *gulp* re-election campaign it would appear that the payoffs are just going to keep on coming.
Lawd, have mercy!
But hey, at least this old school good ole boys politics as usual bullshit helps clear up why that U. S. Attorney who may or may not have been investigating Matt Blunt’s gubernatorial malfunctions might have been kicked to the curb (and my how Cummins story has changed).
I guess having a Bushie for a father pays off…big time and every time!
Oh, and whilst you shudder…rumor has it Matt is on the V.P. short list for a certain Mitt-based candidate. Which would bring about the blessed end to Blunt Trauma in Missouri…but elevate the political threat level for the nation should that Mitt-based candidate win.
Ugh!
As we prepare for the Gonzales hearings keep this hot mess top of mind, because this is the kind of shit those folks fired were being asked to ignore in favor of trumped up voting fraud charges that certain people had hoped would hand them elections last year.
If they spent half as much time doing their motherfucking jobs as they spend paying back donors and trying to consolidating power we might actually get some government back for all those tax dollars spent.
But that’d be too much like right…
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
That familiar ache...
When I heard the news of the shooting at Virginia Tech…even before the monumental loss of life was clear…I felt an ache in an old invisible emotion-based wound.
It’s an ache…just below the heart…where I imagine the soul resides.
In an instant I was taken back to December 1992 and the moment I learned of a shooting on the campus of my former school, Simon’s Rock College.
An ache.
I remember that I had been missing Simon’s Rock…having recently transferred…that I had been specifically missing the place when the news came on that there had been a shooting.
Just below the heart.
Time?
Stopped.
Heart?
Racing.
There were fatalities.
Where the soul resides.
Violence had come calling in a place that had been my home and refuge.
Every time an incident of violence happens on a campus…every time the media sets up camp…I feel it again, that familiar ache. And I am taken back to that space where sorrow and pain collide with anger and blame only to become…after time…an ache just below the heart where I hope the soul resides.
I lay my hand over it…just below my heart…and feel the heat of it…that ache…and the sad comfort it still provides…just below the heart…and yet understanding still eludes me.
But there is that ache.
That familiar ache.
Just below the heart where I know the soul resides.
It’s an ache…just below the heart…where I imagine the soul resides.
In an instant I was taken back to December 1992 and the moment I learned of a shooting on the campus of my former school, Simon’s Rock College.
An ache.
I remember that I had been missing Simon’s Rock…having recently transferred…that I had been specifically missing the place when the news came on that there had been a shooting.
Just below the heart.
Time?
Stopped.
Heart?
Racing.
There were fatalities.
Where the soul resides.
Violence had come calling in a place that had been my home and refuge.
Every time an incident of violence happens on a campus…every time the media sets up camp…I feel it again, that familiar ache. And I am taken back to that space where sorrow and pain collide with anger and blame only to become…after time…an ache just below the heart where I hope the soul resides.
I lay my hand over it…just below my heart…and feel the heat of it…that ache…and the sad comfort it still provides…just below the heart…and yet understanding still eludes me.
But there is that ache.
That familiar ache.
Just below the heart where I know the soul resides.
Monday, April 16, 2007
In prayerful reflection…
May those touched by this tragedy find comfort in each other as you struggle to understand the incomprehensible...
May the victims of this tragedy be welcomed with joy into heaven and be at rest in blessed peace...
And may the Divine One extend to us all a healing as we lift the community of Virginia Tech up in our thoughts and prayers.
Amen.
Busy as hell...
Whew!
A bitch is busy as hell today, so detailed bitchitude shall be delayed until this evening.
However…
The oh so darling and most likely to play himself in any movie/play made about my life, Blood Ray, asked for the details on the new AMP.
It was fan-fucking-tabulous!
I am so thrilled for those guys! The place is larger or at least appears larger with beautifully done wood floors and comfy furniture (a bitch has decided the couch in the main room is my new area in the new space) and a kitchen so there are plans for munchables in the future. There’s a second room that’s too perfect for church meetings (wink) and, of course, the same great music throughout.
Gawd bless them, they still make one hell of a vodka cran.
Sigh.
Oh, and the patio should be opening up soon too!
Mmmhmmm...fantabulous.
Toodles ‘til later…
A bitch is busy as hell today, so detailed bitchitude shall be delayed until this evening.
However…
The oh so darling and most likely to play himself in any movie/play made about my life, Blood Ray, asked for the details on the new AMP.
It was fan-fucking-tabulous!
I am so thrilled for those guys! The place is larger or at least appears larger with beautifully done wood floors and comfy furniture (a bitch has decided the couch in the main room is my new area in the new space) and a kitchen so there are plans for munchables in the future. There’s a second room that’s too perfect for church meetings (wink) and, of course, the same great music throughout.
Gawd bless them, they still make one hell of a vodka cran.
Sigh.
Oh, and the patio should be opening up soon too!
Mmmhmmm...fantabulous.
Toodles ‘til later…
Friday, April 13, 2007
Ahhh...
Today is Friday and payday!
Fantabulous!
This bitch is tired as hell, so tonight I plan to elevate my bad leg (wince) and indulge in several vodka crans whilst watching Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?.
Blink.
But tomorrow night I plan to check out the new AMP on Manchester Ave ( congratulations y'all) ...and locate my new area in the new space.
What?
Oh come on now, a bitch can't be the only person with a regular area in my go-to bar!
Cough.
Reserve a chair, please.
Toodles for now...
Thursday, April 12, 2007
The Language Police Cometh…
My leg still hurts, which is why I’m probably incapable of bullshit right now.
Let’s limp right on in, shall we?
The Language Police Cometh…
As predictable as taxes and death, the second some motherfucker says something inappropriate on television and/or radio this bitch gets a ton of anonymous comments or e-mails about why we need to ban certain words.
I don’t know Don Imus and this bitch is willing to bet he doesn’t know about me, but obviously the issue of language in the community is on the table once again.
I don’t support banning words. I’d like this to be a world where my blog doesn’t average an anonymous n-word comment a day…but I do not support banning words.
Banning people? Hmmm. But that’s for another post.
Now, if I had a dollar for every long skirt wearing, Wednesday and Sunday all day church attending, well-read yet still misunderstood bible carrying sistah who took more time to communicate her dislike of my blog title than she has ever taken to participate in the community she alleges to defend against me I’d own CBS Radio!
Regulating language...no matter who is using it... doesn’t get anyone off the hook for what we do or fail to do in our communities.
My brothers and sisters we need to engage our community with consistency and authenticity, not only when some asshole on the radio touches a nerve.
We need to be a part of the community rather than visit it for some music or yummified food once a month.
And I don’t give a hot damn how many marches we have, how many candidates with Harvard law degrees run for president or how many Oscars are won…social change requires regular folks like you and this bitch getting off of our asses, jumping into our SisterGirl Cabrios and driving to the ‘hood, getting out of the car and participating in the lives of others.
Shit, some of y'all live in the hood and still don’t participate!
Mercy.
When you listen to offensive hip hop or rap music on the radio do you take the time to discuss how you feel about it with your friends and family? Do you take the time to use that song about sport fucking as a dialogue inspiring moment within your circle of people about HIV/AIDS or any of the other STDs making a comeback in Black America? Or how about the connection between teen pregnancy and economic empowerment after watching a movie or television show depicting casual unprotected sex?
Oooh, how about a discussion of reproductive choice after watching back to back erectile dysfunction commercials run in prime time but not seeing a single damned contraceptive ad run all day?
How about calling the general manager of a radio station for a sit down instead of preaching to no one about how bad the songs are? And no…uh uh, you do not need to be an anointed man of the civil rights era to advocate on behalf of your community. I'm not saying that urban radio will pull objectionable songs off air...but they might add more educational segments, discuss issues like sex and disease in the local community and begin to use that mega watt stick for more than making money hand over fist.
Cough.
In conclusion, the language police cometh and then they flee again. But "community" is a 24/7 thing…it requires care and affection not the same judgmental bullshit.
And hey, this bitch would love some people of color company in the mentoring/shelter volunteering/life-skills class teaching/voter registration and education tackling clique. Drop me an e-mail and I'll point you in the right direction in St. Louis.
You feel me on that then we’re already speaking the same language…but I don't have time for the same old ban the word jive.
Let’s limp right on in, shall we?
The Language Police Cometh…
As predictable as taxes and death, the second some motherfucker says something inappropriate on television and/or radio this bitch gets a ton of anonymous comments or e-mails about why we need to ban certain words.
I don’t know Don Imus and this bitch is willing to bet he doesn’t know about me, but obviously the issue of language in the community is on the table once again.
I don’t support banning words. I’d like this to be a world where my blog doesn’t average an anonymous n-word comment a day…but I do not support banning words.
Banning people? Hmmm. But that’s for another post.
Now, if I had a dollar for every long skirt wearing, Wednesday and Sunday all day church attending, well-read yet still misunderstood bible carrying sistah who took more time to communicate her dislike of my blog title than she has ever taken to participate in the community she alleges to defend against me I’d own CBS Radio!
Regulating language...no matter who is using it... doesn’t get anyone off the hook for what we do or fail to do in our communities.
My brothers and sisters we need to engage our community with consistency and authenticity, not only when some asshole on the radio touches a nerve.
We need to be a part of the community rather than visit it for some music or yummified food once a month.
And I don’t give a hot damn how many marches we have, how many candidates with Harvard law degrees run for president or how many Oscars are won…social change requires regular folks like you and this bitch getting off of our asses, jumping into our SisterGirl Cabrios and driving to the ‘hood, getting out of the car and participating in the lives of others.
Shit, some of y'all live in the hood and still don’t participate!
Mercy.
When you listen to offensive hip hop or rap music on the radio do you take the time to discuss how you feel about it with your friends and family? Do you take the time to use that song about sport fucking as a dialogue inspiring moment within your circle of people about HIV/AIDS or any of the other STDs making a comeback in Black America? Or how about the connection between teen pregnancy and economic empowerment after watching a movie or television show depicting casual unprotected sex?
Oooh, how about a discussion of reproductive choice after watching back to back erectile dysfunction commercials run in prime time but not seeing a single damned contraceptive ad run all day?
How about calling the general manager of a radio station for a sit down instead of preaching to no one about how bad the songs are? And no…uh uh, you do not need to be an anointed man of the civil rights era to advocate on behalf of your community. I'm not saying that urban radio will pull objectionable songs off air...but they might add more educational segments, discuss issues like sex and disease in the local community and begin to use that mega watt stick for more than making money hand over fist.
Cough.
In conclusion, the language police cometh and then they flee again. But "community" is a 24/7 thing…it requires care and affection not the same judgmental bullshit.
And hey, this bitch would love some people of color company in the mentoring/shelter volunteering/life-skills class teaching/voter registration and education tackling clique. Drop me an e-mail and I'll point you in the right direction in St. Louis.
You feel me on that then we’re already speaking the same language…but I don't have time for the same old ban the word jive.
By request - The language of bitchitude...
A certain Junkshow requested that a bitch provide a cheat sheet to the language of bitchitude for newish readers and…well, why the hell not!
Bitchitude…the mastery of one’s inner bitch expressed through attitude, extreme realness and authentic emotion.
C-Money…my beloved sister and realness regulator.
Bill…my adored older brother and expert autist.
Betsey the sorta-beagle…my sorta-beagle.
Thelonious (Theo) the BayMaster…um, our newest sorta-beagle and hound who bays loudly.
Sweetie/Schwet/Sweeting the three legged Chow…C-Money’s dawg and my dawg niece See also, a three legged Chow saved by the fantabulous folks at Stray Rescue!
My Play Husband…my Play Husband is my Play Husband, musical guru (mmmhmm, don’t fuck with the tenured!!) and faithful member of the United Church of Bitchitude and Latter Day Drunks
His Pontifical Greatness Brother Rob Thurman…my blog father, soul brother and co-founder of the United Church of Bitchitude and Latter Day Drunks.
Vodka Cran…my beloved chil’ren who reside in the land of the live journals (hugs)
vodka crans…a bitch’s preferred drink of ice followed by vodka (Swedish or Russian) followed cranberry juice. No lime (sorry Crete…but you know I’ve got nothing but love for you).
Smothered goodness…Lawd, if you have to ask! A bitch adores soul food and specifically smothered pork/chicken/anything.
Miss SisterGirl Cabrio…a bitch’s much abused vehicle.
Miss SisterGirl Mac Book…my Mac Book.
Meds…a bitch does like my pills. Sudafed (though I have given up the juice for the faux), Excedrin, Advil (because my leg still pains me) and…umm, well I do like my pills.
How I take my coffee…2 teaspoons Splenda and a dash o’ organic milk.
The United Church of Bitchitude and Latter Day Drunks…life is your ministry and the church is life. Go forth and do not trifle. Let the flock say amen!
Did I miss anything?
Oh yes, why do I refer to myself as a bitch?
Why not?
Just kidding. I actually refer to myself as a bitch or this bitch in the real world too (wink)…but I never claimed to be right in the head.
And in conclusion...
Potty mouth language…oh, there are so many "wrong" words. Shit, fuck, motherfucker, bitch, asshole, stank assed motherfuckers, murder, assault, abuse, genocide, hunger, war, homelessness, neglect and FEMA to name a few.
Toodles!
Bitchitude…the mastery of one’s inner bitch expressed through attitude, extreme realness and authentic emotion.
C-Money…my beloved sister and realness regulator.
Bill…my adored older brother and expert autist.
Betsey the sorta-beagle…my sorta-beagle.
Thelonious (Theo) the BayMaster…um, our newest sorta-beagle and hound who bays loudly.
Sweetie/Schwet/Sweeting the three legged Chow…C-Money’s dawg and my dawg niece See also, a three legged Chow saved by the fantabulous folks at Stray Rescue!
My Play Husband…my Play Husband is my Play Husband, musical guru (mmmhmm, don’t fuck with the tenured!!) and faithful member of the United Church of Bitchitude and Latter Day Drunks
His Pontifical Greatness Brother Rob Thurman…my blog father, soul brother and co-founder of the United Church of Bitchitude and Latter Day Drunks.
Vodka Cran…my beloved chil’ren who reside in the land of the live journals (hugs)
vodka crans…a bitch’s preferred drink of ice followed by vodka (Swedish or Russian) followed cranberry juice. No lime (sorry Crete…but you know I’ve got nothing but love for you).
Smothered goodness…Lawd, if you have to ask! A bitch adores soul food and specifically smothered pork/chicken/anything.
Miss SisterGirl Cabrio…a bitch’s much abused vehicle.
Miss SisterGirl Mac Book…my Mac Book.
Meds…a bitch does like my pills. Sudafed (though I have given up the juice for the faux), Excedrin, Advil (because my leg still pains me) and…umm, well I do like my pills.
How I take my coffee…2 teaspoons Splenda and a dash o’ organic milk.
The United Church of Bitchitude and Latter Day Drunks…life is your ministry and the church is life. Go forth and do not trifle. Let the flock say amen!
Did I miss anything?
Oh yes, why do I refer to myself as a bitch?
Why not?
Just kidding. I actually refer to myself as a bitch or this bitch in the real world too (wink)…but I never claimed to be right in the head.
And in conclusion...
Potty mouth language…oh, there are so many "wrong" words. Shit, fuck, motherfucker, bitch, asshole, stank assed motherfuckers, murder, assault, abuse, genocide, hunger, war, homelessness, neglect and FEMA to name a few.
Toodles!
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Declare yourself...
A bitch stumbled across this site and thought it worthy of note.
Norman Lear has teamed up with various internet sites to help encourage 18 year olds to vote!
As someone who teaches a voter education series to 18 and 19 year olds I can assure you that they receive information differently (wink). This site is full of video clips and so forth to connect with youth, but it doesn’t appear to be lean on the fundamentals. I was thrilled to see this section with downloadable educational material on the vote and individual rights at the polls.
Fantabulous!
I’m forever amazed that the most recent group to gain the vote (American 18 year olds gained the vote in 1971 through ratification of the 26th Amendment to the Constitution) would be so disinterested in using it. I think part of the problem is that politics is forever defined by presidential elections and voters are not educated on how the local and state level drama plays into our lives. But education is the key and I sincerely hope Declare Yourself is the first of many!
Check it out and let me know what you think…
Norman Lear has teamed up with various internet sites to help encourage 18 year olds to vote!
As someone who teaches a voter education series to 18 and 19 year olds I can assure you that they receive information differently (wink). This site is full of video clips and so forth to connect with youth, but it doesn’t appear to be lean on the fundamentals. I was thrilled to see this section with downloadable educational material on the vote and individual rights at the polls.
Fantabulous!
I’m forever amazed that the most recent group to gain the vote (American 18 year olds gained the vote in 1971 through ratification of the 26th Amendment to the Constitution) would be so disinterested in using it. I think part of the problem is that politics is forever defined by presidential elections and voters are not educated on how the local and state level drama plays into our lives. But education is the key and I sincerely hope Declare Yourself is the first of many!
Check it out and let me know what you think…
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
On a super positive note...
This bitch got a fantabulous phone call that I’ve just got to share!
As some of you know, a bitch is a volunteer and I have been teaching classes at shelters for several years now. There have been many ups and far too many downs, but the ups make my volunteer work beyond rewarding.
The downs…well, I could do without them…but life ain’t perfect.
Anyhoo, this bitch got an “up” this morning.
One of my former students has been accepted to college on a full scholarship! She will be studying history and hopes to go into law. She and her beautiful baby girl will be leaving soon after she graduates from college.
This achievement comes after much struggle…a lot of downs followed by ups. Miss T. has battled addiction and abuse…fear and doubt…and one colic-based baby drama that just had to hit during finals (wink).
And it has been my privilege to witness her being liberated from fear…inspired by learning…and empowered by parenthood.
Shit!
There goes the mascara!
Sniffle followed by sniffle.
So, I wanted to share this moment with y’all since you’ve sure as shit been subjected to more than a little volunteer based bitchitude (wink) in the past.
And you be sure to carpe that diem when you get to Atlanta, Miss T.!
Lawd, I’d jump up and down but my leg still hurts…
As some of you know, a bitch is a volunteer and I have been teaching classes at shelters for several years now. There have been many ups and far too many downs, but the ups make my volunteer work beyond rewarding.
The downs…well, I could do without them…but life ain’t perfect.
Anyhoo, this bitch got an “up” this morning.
One of my former students has been accepted to college on a full scholarship! She will be studying history and hopes to go into law. She and her beautiful baby girl will be leaving soon after she graduates from college.
This achievement comes after much struggle…a lot of downs followed by ups. Miss T. has battled addiction and abuse…fear and doubt…and one colic-based baby drama that just had to hit during finals (wink).
And it has been my privilege to witness her being liberated from fear…inspired by learning…and empowered by parenthood.
Shit!
There goes the mascara!
Sniffle followed by sniffle.
So, I wanted to share this moment with y’all since you’ve sure as shit been subjected to more than a little volunteer based bitchitude (wink) in the past.
And you be sure to carpe that diem when you get to Atlanta, Miss T.!
Lawd, I’d jump up and down but my leg still hurts…
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