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that one old adage…

I’m going to give myself and those around me two reminders now… (Notice I am totally included here… I am often so very guilty of everything I am about to say.)

First, you know when you get really angry at a group of people that believe something differently than you do and you start cursing their existence, and questioning their intelligence? No? I’ll give you an example:

“I can’t believe people that like blue Gatorade. Blue is not a flavor. Bluers are just a daft lot of wankers.”

What I just said there, is truth and not truth. I personally do not like blue Gatorade. I personally feel like Blue is not a flavor. My personal feelings, however, become slightly irrelevant when I am willing to start pushing those feelings outside of myself, forcing said feelings onto others, and generalizing about an entire group of people. I’m sure that Bluers are actually, in general, perfectly nice people. In fact, I know a few. Although I disagree with their life-choice in calling blue a flavor, I do not in fact find them to be daft wankers.

You get it, right? Okay. Good.

Second, well… this actually is going to be a bit complicated to piece out. So, you know when you start saying mean things about a group of people or a specific person that you do not actually know and posting said things all over the internet? No? I’ll give you an example:

“So-and-so probably likes to eat brains and kill puppies. He’s a terrible human and I wish he would just drop dead.”

What I just said there, well, it’s terrible! It’s mean! It’s something I would never, ever, ever want my children to read about me on accident while surfing the internet with their buddies. People have names, they have families, they have children, and they deserve respect. Even when you greatly disagree with them, they deserve respect. That doesn’t mean their ideas deserve your respect, it doesn’t mean you have to agree with them, it doesn’t even mean that you have to hang out with them. It just means that it’s important to remember these two things… 1) Don’t write things about others online that you wouldn’t want your parents and/or children to read about you. 2) Remember that someone out there feels the same way about the things you think, and then remember that your truth isn’t everyone’s truth and that their truth isn’t yours.

That is pretty much it. I hope you all have a fantastic day full of sunshine and rainbows and Sonic iced tea.

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liberty and justice for all…

Today is the 4th of July. Today is an important day.

It is a day of liberty.

However, somehow, the meaning of Independence Day has become lost, corrupted, and I am incredibly frustrated.

Today is not a day for any single religion. It is a day for people. People who fought hard and long to escape tyranny and to run away, to start over. Sure, they fought for religious freedom, but it’s important to remember they did not all fight for the same religion. Everyone was escaping. They were escaping being tortured, burned, beheaded, and treated like second class citizens because they believed differently than their ruler.

Catholics, Protestants, Puritans, Deists, Atheists, Quakers… all left home, went to a new land, and searched for freedom to live their lives how they wanted, to not be punished for having a difference of opinion.

They escaped the crown, they found freedom, they formed separate societies where they could practice whatever the religion they wished, and then the crown got angry and decided to once again interfere. By this time, the British ruling class were entirely disconnected from the colonies. The colonists were once again being viewed as second class citizens, and after having fought so hard to escape that fate, the colonies rebelled.

People from different backgrounds, different faiths, and different countries worked together. They took a stand, once again, for freedom. Freedom for themselves, for their children, and for each other.

Today, on this 4th of July, it is my dearest wish that our nation will once again rise up and fight for freedom. Freedom for everyone, and not just people who believe what we believe. Remember, when one person loses the right to live their life under their own set of beliefs, we all lose. Small freedoms taken from others today, will set a precedence to have larger freedoms taken from us tomorrow.

We are not an us versus them society. We are all Americans, and we need to stand up for one another once again. We need to stand next to our neighbors and fight for them like our founders fought for us.They did not fight for a single faith or creed, they fought for freedom. They fought for liberty and justice… not just for some, but for all. They knew how dangerous state religions and discrimination could be. The smell of flesh burning at the stake was still fresh in their nostrils. There was no question, they would not allow themselves to be unheard again.

I refuse to ever remove basic freedoms from my neighbors because of a difference in thought. I refuse to tell someone that they are less deserving of social, religious or personal freedom because we look, believe, or act differently.

Today I celebrate freedom– my freedom and the freedom of the rest of the country. The freedom to have my faith, or your faith, or no faith. Today I celebrate the spirit of the colonists, and the bravery of men to fight against the larger power for the right to be heard and to live in liberty.

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come one, come all…

It’s time for a good old fashioned rant! That’s right, I know it’s been a while since I’ve been amped up about something enough to go off about it, but it has happened again!

Here is the deal, folks: I am a fan of my uterus. Yep. I said it. My uterus managed to house two children that are mostly normal and relatively awesome. It’s true that once a month my uterus and I have a bit of a tousle, but I’m still pretty darned glad that I am a girl, so I deal with the cramps.

Know what I’m not a fan of? The government telling me what is best for my uterus and for me. See, I’m pretty sure I have a better handle on my lady bits than the ladies and gents running this country. I know, for instance, that my bits do not slut around. I know that I would never make the choice of an abortion. (I know this because I did seriously think about it once when I was 21, in college, not married, and unsure if I could really parent a kid.)

I think the morning after pill is a great idea. Let’s go the giant leap and say you aren’t a slut, you aren’t wont to sleep with anyone in fact, and therefore you do not take birth control. Then, one day, someone, anyone, takes advantage of you. Right now, you can march down to the drugstore and grab a pill that is made up of a high dose of hormones. It’s not a lot different than if you were on the pill at the time of intercourse. It doesn’t abort a pregnancy that already exists, it just prevents one from happening. It’s a pretty neat little pill, actually. In a matter of moments a woman can go from panic to peace knowing that she is protected from an unwanted pregnancy that she was not (in any way) asking for. Anyhow, that little pill is (quite wrongly) considered an abortion pill by some. A lot of those same people are currently passing laws saying that the government has the right to force a trans-vaginal ultrasound on women seeking the legal procedure of having an abortion. That little pill? Also totally legal. How long until those same people want to outlaw it and force women to potentially have to make a much worse, much more painful decision several months into pregnancy or after birth?

It’s a slippery slope. Georgia is currently looking into not allowing a woman to have labor induced after miscarriage. The senator sponsoring the bill said that he had seen pigs and cows go through the process of a natural stillborn birth when asked about it. Seriously, when he was asked about a bill involving a woman’s uterus, his response was about cows and pigs. I’m glad a good old boy farmer knows cows and pigs. I myself am not a farm animal. Although, there have been places and times where women were forced to reproduce with certain mates and to a certain end, I’m pretty glad that my life is currently not like that. I’d rather not be equated to breeding stock if at all possible.

Did you know that there was a time when the church disallowed masturbation? Not because they found it to be disgusting or anything like that, but because they said that sperm should not be expelled unless it resulted in possible procreation. Sometimes, people make weird rules. I’m waiting for someone to decide that I can’t have my ovaries removed if I so choose because there are still perfectly good eggs lurking about, and those perfectly good eggs might result in life. It may sound like a ridiculous jump, but it has, in a way, happened before. (History does have a tendency to repeat itself, just look at women’s fashions.)

It’s a scary time to me. My uterus is mine. We’re pals for the time being and I know what’s best for the two of us. I would thank the government to stay out of it, and just leave us alone.

I take my freedom seriously, and I’m not too keen on anyone trying to take it away from me. I believe that this country was founded by a few Christians and a lot of people that were outcasts and lost. They had fled the tyranny of rulers who had committed heinous acts against their people in the name of God and government. They did not found a country based on Christianity, they founded a country based on freedom. The freedom to live and worship no matter who you were or where you came from. With banishment and execution fresh in their minds, they sought something better for everyone, not just for them. I want a country based on love and equality as much as possible, and I especially want a country where bigotry and prejudice are set aside for freedom. I truly do not care if I do not agree with someone on a religious level, when it comes to humanity and the basic rights of people, I know where I stand: I want liberty and I do not want to have to go back to the days of torture and death to remember just how valuable and important it is.

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