I have already adopted "pregnatress", an noun meaning "female power that generates or gives birth to something", and "long play", obviously meaning "vinyl phonograph records that play at 33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute".
I.am.a.NERD. But this site is oddly fascinating.
Enjoy.
h/t to Dana, who always finds me the freakiest things... :)
It's safe for me to say I've never dreaded the start of a school year more than I do this year. The details are entirely too insane to list out, but I'll leave it at a very real, very toxic, and very stressful situation will be returning to my building, coupled with a medical leave for the teacher of my most needy and challenging students. I was stressed and terrified to the point of inertia last night. If this is how my year is beginning, what is it going to be like by the holidays? It's like that roller coaster at Six Flags New England, the one that begins with the 21-story drop. Only, this isn't likely to get fun.
The friend that pulled me out of the inertia is not one who usually recognized my smoke signals, but for some reason, last night, he did. And through many beers, and lots of songs, including this one more than once, he talked me off that ledge. Told me not to be the victim in this situation, because I'm better than that, took the outsider's perspective, acknowledged a very real fear, and told me in no uncertain terms not to cave in to it because it was not who I am. An assessment I didn't expect, but needed to hear. One of a few amazing realizations in that conversation.
So, a public thank you for putting up with my drama. You did manage to distract me from crying long enough to figure out where to go from here. :)
Before I begin, let me just say that the Westboro Baptist Church are reprehensible, un-Christian, weak-minded people who disrupt the grieving process, bring a circus upon the surreal experience of burying a loved one, and make themselves clowns, ultimately diminishing their message, which, again, is reprehensible, disgusting, cruel, and a violation of that deceased soldier’s civil rights and moral character. But, as I read this article this morning, regarding a Supreme Court challenge to a ruling that soldiers' families cannot sue the Westboro Baptist Church for damages based on their appearance at their soldier's funeral, I come to the difficult but necessary revelation that they need to be legally allowed to do stage their protests and maintain their website, and speak their words of hate because if they are barred, then these soldiers have really died in vain.
“Attorney General Martha Coakley and US Senator John F. Kerry of Massachusetts are among politicians nationally who have signed friend-of-the-court briefs urging the Supreme Court to ensure that military funerals cannot be hijacked by protesters. ‘There are many public forums to make one’s beliefs known, but a private family service to bury our nation’s fallen isn’t one of them,’ said Kerry.” (source)
A moving and commendable statement, Senator Kerry, but I ask you when was the last time a soldier’s funeral was really PRIVATE, what with the participation of fire, police, and military honor guards, state and federal government figures, such as Senators, Governors, and state and local politicians, closing of roads for processions, and in the case of my student who was killed, the presence of students on the lawn of the high school, out of class while school was in session, to hold flags and stand at attention as the cortege passed? Military funerals, at least here in the green-grassed suburbs of America, are not private events. They are very public, and rightfully so. Families’ individual GRIEF is certainly private, but the internment of the soldier to eternal rest has become a public spectacle. And if we are to believe that the First Amendment is sacrosanct, and wish its protections on the causes and speeches we agree with and would support with our dying breaths, then we need to allow it to be protected for people who, by their actions, have essentially failed at life and CERTAINLY failed as “Christians”, but, by virtue of being Americans and protected by the Bill of Rights, have the legal right to speak their peace in a public setting.
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.Text of the First Amendment.
You fight fire with fire in these cases, not with litigation that erodes the very protections our military dies to protect every single day. And if the Supreme Court rules to allow damages to be awarded to the families in this case, then President Obama may as well just stop nominating judges now because we will be so far along the road to eroding our Constitutional freedoms, we may as well dissolve the whole system of checks and balances in the federal government now.
You can yell at me all you want, accuse me of selling out my liberal beliefs to the prevailing conservative winds our nation has succumbed to over the past decade. But, I would argue that maintaining this point is exactly the reasons I am still a liberal. Because taking a deep breath, calling the Westboro Baptitst Church’s message out on its hypocrisy and evil intentions, and allowing them their right to speak, just as I expect and demand, as an American citizen, the right for my speech to be heard (or read on this blog). As much as it pains me to write this, and causes the bile in my throat to rise with these words, I want the Supreme Court to uphold the rights of the Westboro Baptist Church, NOT because I agree with them, and NOT because their speech is at all worthy of an American or a Christian, or any person with a social and moral compass, but because I want the Supreme Court to protect MY rights to speak, and be heard, and not punished for a belief that is not mainstream, or popular, or well regarded. You know, like this one.
“America isn’t easy; America is advanced citizenship. You’ve got to want it bad, because it’s gonna put up a fight. It’s gonna say, ‘you want free speech? Let’s see you acknowledge a man whose words make your blood boil, who’s standing center stage and advocating at the top of his lungs that which you would spend a lifetime opposing at the top of yours. You want to claim that this land is the land of the Free? Then the symbol of that country cannot just be a flag. The symbol also has to be one of its citizens exercising his right to burn that flag in protest. Now show me that, defend that, celebrate that in your classrooms. THEN, you can stand up and sing about the Land of the Free.” The American President, 1995
I believe this, and I live by the quote, that yes, is from a Hollywood movie, but in my perspective is one of the great truths ever put forth to the public from that medium. It isn't easy, and it will put up a fight, but it's a fight that we as citizens need to participate in fully, with all our might.
Happy Friday the 13th, everyone! Don't look at this as unlucky or ominous; think of it as the day your luck will change, for the better.
So much going on here in my little corner of the world, illness and uncertainty and wonder, both good and bad. But, the bills are paid, the sun is shining, and if I'm lucky, I'll see a meteor shower tonight.
I am the river these days, just going with the flow.
This is an image of the wing of the plane I took TO Ireland; the plane I took home gave me a horrible cold, and I cannot seem to get rid of the cough. I foresee a round of prednisone in my future, possibly an antibiotic. The joys of airline travel.
But, I can tell you that as we sat on the tarmac waiting to take off for the Emerald Isle, I was positively giddy. The more I ponder this trip, I realize what a great adventure I had, and that I'm having a summer full of wonder. This trip was a large part of it, but there's other things happening as well that are adding to the wonder of it all.
I find myself truly happy right now, and I just wanted to share that with you all. Hopefully I can stretch this feeling into a long period of time. Happy summer...
We have to stand up, as a nation, against discrimination, even when it challenges us, even when it seems strange. Personally, marriage is love, in my book. Male/female, male/male, female/female, it doesn't matter. What matters is commitment, and determination, and respect, and, of course, love.
"So I walk like I'm on a mission, 'cuz that's the way I groove. I've got more and more to do, I've got less and less to prove. It took me too long to realize that I don't take good pictures 'cuz I have the kind of beauty that moves..." Ani D.
