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I am pro-life, which means I am pro man, woman, child, and little green men from the moon, and am proud of it.  I have always stood against the death penalty, assisted suicide, murder, bullying, torture, slavery, abortion, euthanasia, and all the other pretty stereotypical things associated with the termination and degradation of life.

Yes, as a pro-life woman, I do not support the deliberate termination of a child in the womb.

But it is not always about being “against” something.  It is called “pro-life” for a reason.  Pro is a positive term meant to show encouragement and support.  Being pro-sport does not mean you are anti-non-sports.  It means that you support sports.  Being pro-life does not have to mean you are against death (and no one can be anti-death, because it comes to all of us in the end, and that should not scare us). 

Being pro-life it means you support the miracle of humanity’s existence from the womb to the tomb, each one unique down to their DNA.  And when man-made means are used to terminate that miracle prematurely, it is like someone coming in and sending a baseball bat through your favorite TV during your favorite movie.  You can no longer watch that movie on that particular TV ever again.  It can never be replaced.  Human beings, once terminated, are never coming back (results may vary based on religious beliefs).

Side note: The point of being pregnant is to create a mini-version of yourself, a mini-version who depends upon you (the woman) unconditionally and knows you inside out for nine months of your life.  That is a pretty big deal.  A woman’s ability to grow a child, birth a child, and feed a child with nothing more than her body is an astounding skillset – and one you do not have to go to an expensive school to obtain.  Step aside Chuck Norris.

Also, see this video to truly understand the badassery of women.  It is awesome and funny and very telling.

2014 march

So pro-lifers just keep marching on.  Keep it positive; keep it pro.  And pro-abortionists, sorry if we step on your toes.  Well, sorta sorry.  Others might be sorry.  I think it is funny how you hop around holding your feet in pain.


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-Don’t do stupid things.  Like setting things on fire.  Unless it’s scented candles.  Those are meant to be burned.  It’s like a fragrant flame.



Let me make a side note here, because this is very important.  I hate no one, nor do I condemn those who believe truly in the freedom of Choice and abortion.  They have their reasons which I, not being them, cannot fully understand – nor will ever be able to fully understand.  But, as one human being to another, living in a world full of agony and wonder, I love people.  I am astounded by you (whoever you are) and I know that, as a human being, you are meant for great things. 

That is why I am pro-life: because I believe in you, no matter what.



Philadelphia, PA, April 22, 2013 (OperationRescue) — The jaw-dropping testimony of the prosecution’s final witness in the frightful Kermit Gosnell murder trial overshadowed two other witnesses who testified against the man accused of running a “charnel house” where newborn babies struggling for life were summarily dispatched through virtual “beheadings.”

Former Gosnell employee Kareema Cross testified calmly and sometimes defiantly under defense questioning, of filthy conditions, reused medical equipment that spread venereal diseases from one patient to another, rampant misuse of sedation by poorly educated and unqualified employees, and the cold-hearted severing of spinal cords of babies born alive after late-term abortions that were done well past the legal limit in Pennsylvania.


Read the rest of this here: Yeah, right here.  Even if you are pro-choice or pro-life or pro-neither, you should read this.  Why?  Because if you wanna keep the right to be a voter, you need to know what people are talking about.  Or not talking about, if you’re the media with strange and pointless ulterior motives.  Thanks to Twitter and Facebook and people who want to know truth, this story in all its grizzly is being exposed.  I don’t care what you vote for – this is a wrong and the only way to make it right is to acknowledge that it is real.


So, stop being ignorant; smarten up; read the news; know inaction has just as much consequence as action.

But no less important or powerful.

Columbine Student’s father 12 years later…

Guess our national leaders didn’t expect this. On Thursday, Darrell Scott, the father of Rachel Scott, a victim of the Columbine High School shootings in Littleton, Colorado, was invited to address the House Judiciary Committee’s subcommittee. What he said to our national leaders during this special session of Congress was painfully truthful.

Read the rest of the story here


Or, get the gist of the message with this:

Much of the blame lies behind the pointing fingers of the accusers themselves. I wrote a poem just four nights ago that expresses my feelings best.

Your laws ignore our deepest needs,
Your words are empty air.
You’ve stripped away our heritage,
You’ve outlawed simple prayer.
Now gunshots fill our classrooms,
And precious children die.
You seek for answers everywhere,
And ask the question "Why?"
You regulate restrictive laws,
Through legislative creed.
And yet you fail to understand,
That God is what we need!


Amen, brother.


Now, take a stand instead of just standing aside.


For those of you who never wondered where these magical amendments come from, check it here.

Men are pigs.

“Hnnnnuh?” is a good first reaction to that title.  But, that was cheap commercialism on my part to drag you in.  I apologize.

Mostly, I wanted to post this little link to this medium sized blog post about how today’s day and age and culture of "non-responsibility” is rather quickly degrading people to nothing more than their sexual organs and service to such.


In truth, I am shocked that not even the most fervent feminists and newspapers are not leaping on this OWC for their blatant abuse of the women minority.  But then, the MM and blind followers of popular fiction and fashion have never been ones to try something novel.  Like standing up for truth, justice and the American way.


Hat Tip: Fb and my friends located therein.  You know who you are.

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It’s the simple things in life we treasure that get us through those particular days.


Hat Tip: Mary S. &

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle.

I am unashamedly posting about “reducing, reusing, and recycling”.  Why?  Because, as the highest form of life on the planet, when the world goes to rock-bottom we can only have ourselves to blame. 

Although I do not buy into the ideals of anti-humanism in favor of all things Earth, and over-population is a major hype (btw), the fact that the Earth is still the only habitable planet in our solar system should be enough to make us more environmentally aware.  We are the guardians for all life on Earth.  This includes the planet itself.  I think that makes us pretty hardcore.  No other animal, yes I am referring to us as animals, has the rationale to look at their lives and say “I could change my life to better myself and others.”

But it goes deeper than us all being the Earth’s superhero.  It’s about our very nature of self, if you think about it.  Aristotle did.

There are three levels of souls, as Aristotle says, that encompass all life.  Plants and the earth make up the Nutritive soul, and all animals and lesser creatures are Sensitive souls (you got that right).  We, Mankind – Humans – have the privilege of possessing the Rational soul, on top of also possessing both the Nutritive and Sensitive souls within ourselves.  We are the highest soul; we are the greatest soul on the planet.  We are greater than the planet, which depends on us for survival and in return give us the tools to survive.  It could be a perfect give-and-take relationship if we, the rational, were willing to give back, and care for, a planet so desperately dependent on us.

Reduce.  Reuse.  Recycle.  It’s that easy.

Where I live, we do the usual recycling habits of tins and bottles and cereal boxes.  Like everyone does or should be doing.  On top of that, I personally make a point of not using a lot of plastic, which is not biodegradable.  Plastic water bottles are being flushed out of our household system slowly (although I admit that I will give into the weakness of being in a hurry and vender machine myself up a water bottle now and again).  I believe (not really) that plastic is some sort of alien enemy here to poison us and our planet.  Grr.  Down with aliens directly out of Doctor Who!

So, that’s my contribution to making sure I don’t lax in my human duties to mother earth.  What are yours?


Hat tip for giving me the thought:

To read up on Aristotle’s full understanding of Souls, for which I also owe a hat tip to some PHIL 320 class:


Disclaimer: I am not Aristotle, nor Marc Cohen.  I am, however, pretty dang cool.  Mostly because I worked environment, Doctor Who, Aristotle, and the University of Washington all into once post.  sadly, there was no room for Batman or the X-men.

I don’t know how I didn’t know about this website before but thanks to a certain friend (You know who you are) I have been goofing around this place almost always when I have a moment.  So, yeah…hooked like a fish.  It’s funny stuff – if some of it more than somewhat odd, offensive, or unbelievable.

As a thanks to my “friend”, here’s the link that started me down the path to the Cracked side.  See what I did there?  I’m hilarious

I love a good video game as much as the next nerd brought-up-in-a-household-of-mostly-engineers-and-so-raised-on-these-things, but this seems a bit like it’s reaching.

What’s reaching?  Read here

Now that’s what we call a good tail – er – I mean tale.

it’s no surprise that Pusuke — a fluffy, tan Shiba mix — made headlines nationwide in that country when the pooch -– the world’s oldest dog, according to Guinness World Records -– died this week at the age of 26 years and 8 months, after falling ill and refusing to eat…The dog’s owner told reporters that Pusuke’s condition took a sudden turn for the worse early this week. The dog did not eat breakfast, a first, and died quietly, surrounded by Shinohara and her family.

"I was with Pusuke for 26 years, and I felt as if he was my child. I thank him for living so long with me," said, Shinohara, 42, a housewife.

It’s also no surprise that Pusuke -– who lasted a human equivalent of well over 100 years -– lived in the nation with one of the world’s oldest populations…

So, apparently, if you want your dog to live a long time, you need to uproot yourself and move to Japan, where they obviously have a miracle-life dog food.  I do not know what they use in the production of their food, but I would like a couple tons of it please.

Last December, Pusuke made it into the Guinness Book of World Records as the world’s oldest living dog, breaking the previous record of 21 years and 3 months, according to the Daily Yomiuri newspaper

I’m just saying, there is something to said for man’s best friend for sticking it out that long.  I hope they allowed the little guy to pass on those amazing genes and continue the genetic advancement of dogs everywhere.


But, for the Japanese, the true story of “Man’s Loyal Companion” is still held by Hachiko, who waited for his master every day at the train station until his, the dog’s, death…9 years after the death of his master.

Decline of Civilization

So I was browsing around the internet, because its what I does when looking for a story, when I came across this little beauty on a friend’s blog/page.

In “Moments of startling clarity: Moral education programming in Ontario today,”* Stephen L. Anderson recounts what happened when he tried to show students what can happen to women in a culture with no tradition of treating women as if they were fellow human beings with men:

I was teaching my senior Philosophy class. We had just finished a unit on Metaphysics and were about to get into Ethics, the philosophy of how we make moral judgments…I decided to open by simply displaying, without comment, the photo of Bibi Aisha. Aisha was the Afghani teenager who was forced into an abusive marriage with a Taliban fighter, who…kept her with his animals. When she attempted to flee, her family caught her, hacked off her nose and ears, and left her for dead in the mountains. After crawling to her grandfather’s house, she was saved by a nearby American hospital.

Anderson was waiting for the cries of outrage from his morally intelligent students.  But, that’s hardly what he got.  This is how he describes it,

Instead, they became confused. They seemed not to know what to think. They spoke timorously, afraid to make any moral judgment at all. They were unwilling to criticize any situation originating in a different culture.

They said, “Well, we might not like it, but maybe over there it’s okay.” One student said, “I don’t feel anything at all; I see lots of this kind of stuff .”

Another said (with no consciousness of self-contradiction), “It’s just wrong to judge other cultures.”

“Wrong to judge other cultures…” Right. Because no war has ever been fought because one culture saw the actions of another culture as wrong, immoral, or unethical. I mean, that is just crazy.  This is what separates good men from great men; moments like this.  Anderson says it himself,

While we may hope some are capable of bridging the gap between principled morality and this ethically vacuous relativism, it is evident that a good many are not. For them, the overriding message is “never judge, never criticize, never take a position.”

The book that this snippet is from goes into greater depth as to where these atrocious student reactions originate and how it varies dramatically from the actual study and understanding of the word and study of Ethics

For thousands of years, most thinkers assumed that virtue was something specific; it could be described, and could be distinguished from (vice). Courage, for example, was a virtue—a cardinal virtue. Cowardice was a vice.  Those thinkers are—in the students’ terms—judgmental!  In recent decades, a new view has taken root. The new view is that courage and cowardice have no intrinsic reality. Neither does the classical virtue of justice or the vice of injustice. It all depends on how you feel about things, which in turn depends on your culture.

Apparently, it is alright to constantly hate upon people of your own ethical background, and judge and condemn or praise (however you might personally choose) but do not, under any circumstances, give way to the notion that, in this world where we are all caretakers, you have any right to question the moral and ethical reasoning of another human being who claims to have different cultural morals.

Or next thing you know, people might even go so far as to think we have a right to aid third-world countries in their fight for survival and equality.  Horrors.

Theirs is an education to avoid at all costs.

Thank you.


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