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For Whom the Yarzheit the Glows June 8, 2018

Posted by voolavex in Jesus, Jews, Jews, Social Issues, Tributes, Yarhzeits.
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Yesterday a friend posted this moving tribute and memory of his late sister Jill who died one year ago June 7th. breast cancer.  

Our tribe lights candles called yarzheits every year to remember, with love, those who have passed on. He told me I could share it and so I have done here.  This stopped my heart for its shining light and the love he felt for his sister.  Here is his memory of  Jill Kogen Arons, from the heart of her brother Jay Kogen. 

‘It’s been a year since, my sister, Jill Arons died of breast cancer. And, now, with 12 months to reflect on what she meant to our lives, it can be boiled down to one thing: Jill was weird.

Growing up in an upper-middle-class Jewish house our parents exposed us to what you’d expect — sophisticated movies, literature, TV shows, the great American songbook, and the higher end of culture. Occasionally they liked to dress up and go to fancy restaurants in Beverly Hills and socialize with funny comedy friends. They liked trips to New York and Europe. As a kid, Jill liked none of those things. She liked Chocolate Frosted Pop-Tarts, Monopoly, KROQ, needlepoint, symmetrical rainbow art, and boys with long hair. She liked bowling and bingo and the Saugus Speedway to see stock car races and the Demolition Derby. My parents were shocked and baffled. Instead of a Jewish American Princess, they were raising a Hillbilly and I hated having her for my big sister.

How could someone so different and be a Kogen?  Jill preferred Disneyland to New York. McDonald’s to Chasens. Las Vegas to, well, anywhere. When the rest of the family was into “A Chorus Line,” Jill loved “Jesus Christ Superstar” about the death and resurrection of Jesus. My parents were concerned that she wasn’t getting the Jewish cultural indoctrination they hoped. But it wasn’t Christianity she loved. I think she thought Ted Nealy was hot. Still, she wasn’t that into being Jewish either. That was clear the year she begged for and got my parents to put up a Christmas Tree.  Jews didn’t have Christmas Trees but we did. Jill insisted. We put an odd spiral cone at the top instead of a star but everyone knew it was not a Hanukah Bush. People don’t put presents under the “bush” and open them on Christmas morning.

Jill was big on presents. Giving and getting. She liked them wrapped and plentiful. This may have stemmed from her birthday is three days before Christmas and she often got one gift for both days from people. She wanted two like everyone else. She didn’t care about big-ticket items. She just wanted the present to reflect her. The best thing I ever got her was a case of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese when she was 13 because that is all she ever ate for years. She LOVED that gift because that’s who she was. Her all-pasta and fake cheese diet was a deficit to others, but she wore the badge of picky eater proudly. If she got Jewelry or a fancy sweater she’d smile politely but we all knew that wasn’t really for Jill. That was for another imaginary Kogen daughter who didn’t exist. Jill didn’t like shopping or designer clothes. She liked the LA Kings and Magic Mountain and dating a guy who was almost 30 when she was 16. Some people march to the beat of their own drum.  Jill River-danced to the whine of her own bagpipe.

Jill was fearless, and unstoppably her own person. She dropped out of Cal-Arts, got married and had a kid at a ridiculously young age, ran a typesetting business and eventually went to work at the Bingo Bugle. That was a life path attempted by no one else from Encino, ever. I, of course, took the safe and pre-approved path of going to UCLA and then getting a job in show business. While I was bending to the mold my parents unconsciously created for me, my sister was breaking the mold. She was a pioneer. And if you knew Jill, you’d know she didn’t make a big deal about doing her thing. She just did it, stubbornly moving forward. Jill’s dreams just happened like they were inevitable. And on the few occasions when they didn’t work out, like her first marriage, she dusted herself off and moved forward.

Jill was goofy. Little things made her happy. Literally. She collected tiny bottles of ketchup and other miniature stuff. She also loved items that had “AS SEEN ON TV!” on the box. Snuggies and Hallmark Collector Sets and knickknacks were her jam. I think she also collected small bottles of jam. Admittedly she wasn’t the most motherly of mothers but somehow she managed to raise one of the best people of all time, her daughter Samantha. This may have to do with one of her greatest super powers. Jill was honest… very very honest. If I gained weight she’d asked why I gained so much weight. If I lost out on a Job she’d never beat around the bush. She’d asked if I was sad I didn’t get the job. Good or bad, Jill called it like it was. It was never said with malice or jealousy, always with love in her eyes, but she wasn’t putting up with anyone’s bullshit. If you had a zit or a divorce it was going to get talked about. If you had a victory, that was going to get some airtime too. And in her honesty, she was one of the funniest people I ever met.

Comedy in my family is highly prized. It’s a big deal. It was so big I went into the business and my style was formal and calculated. Jill was naturally funny because she saw the truth and talked about it. She knew it was a little crazy so she laughed and that made the rest of us laugh. She had hope and joy.

She moved to Canyon Country because that deep suburban world was the good life to her. She met and married her amazing husband Rich on J-Date, (maybe the only time she identified as Jewish) and it was a great match. How could it not be? Rich knew exactly who he was getting from the first date. Maybe this is why he fell in love. Jill was always Jill. She had the clear-eyed authenticity I was never brave enough to employ.

Our relationship had twists and turns. When I was a baby, Jill adored me. She loved my little fingers and toes. She liked to dress me up in weird outfits. She liked to play games with me. She thought I was a cute toy. I was kind of shy and didn’t speak much. I was kind of like a cute toy to her. But then, at some point, maybe around 5, I started talking. And from that point on we started fighting and didn’t stop until she moved out when she was around 18. I know why we were at odds. I was the goody-goody to my parents, which made her seem more out of step. I made it harder for Jill to be Jill and part of me knew what I was doing. She liked to claim I was secretly bad. She said I pushed her out of a moving car on the way to Camp Fun Time. She did fall out of the car but I didn’t push. My bad was more covert. I might tell on her or act out in ways that were just short of the line where I could get in trouble. She always compared me to Tad Martin on “All My Children.” If you know the show, he wasn’t a nice guy. One day when I was 16 she chased me out of the house with a steak knife in her hand, which I’m sure was a fight I started. I thought we’d always be like prisoners in a family chain gang, uncomfortably forced together for our entire lives. But then once she moved out we suddenly became friends. I’m not sure how it happened. Our differences seemed to melt away. I finally saw Jill for the fearless warrior she was and she liked me because I still had stubby fingers.

She finally took an interest in show business when I went into it. We took a few excursions together. Went to concerts. We watched our hometown hockey team, the Kings, finally win the Stanley Cup. (Jill was a fan since she was 10. And one year, my parents arranged to have some of the Kings including Butch Goring sing her happy birthday and bring out a cake at the Forum Club.) We rented a boat on July 4th a few times to watch fireworks. We talked about taking other trips together in recent years but it never happened because I couldn’t find the time and part of me didn’t want to spend a week at “The Biggest Loser” camp.

In the last half of her life, this rebel was the rock of our family. Jill took care of all of us, especially my mom and dad. She would find tricks and coupons and the best life hacks for all situations. If you were going to Istanbul she’d tell you where to go even though she’d never have been there. She’d find a website or forum and get you the coolest tour for the Hagia Sophia that includes snacks. There was nothing she couldn’t become an expert on fairly quickly. She became the keeper of technology and finance for my parents. She knew all the passwords and had trackers on everyone’s phones. When she wanted to learn something new, she took charge and did it. One year, she decided she hated paying someone to do her taxes so she took classes on doing taxes and did it herself. (I think she was even a notary.) And she took pleasure in the things she loved: her family, husband, Samantha’s dog, and online coupons. And she did all this with clear-eyed Joy. One of her greatest qualities was being able to see the good in the simple fun things in life. She didn’t need to exaggerate what was happening to make anything seems cooler or more impactful to make it worth doing. No drama. Just reality. Real sorrow when things sucked and real joy when things were good. Mostly there was joy.

Even when the breast cancer came, she kept her spirits up. She did what the doctors said and waited for good news, which ultimately never arrived, but she plowed ahead anyway. Through painful surgeries and chemo and radiation that ravaged her body she somehow got through it hoping for new treatments to save her but the disease beat the cure. The day she decided to start hospice she met it with the usual combination of complete honesty, humor, and a determination to get on with the journey. She talked about hoping there was a heaven and joked about how embarrassing it will be to see some of the relatives we didn’t like but how great it would be to see the people we loved and missed. In those last days, we watched movies and game shows when she wasn’t sleeping or trying to move to a position that wasn’t painful. She didn’t go out of her way to be anything more than what she was, a person who loved us who was dying. She was honest about that too.

So it’s been exactly a year since Jill left us. The hole in my heart is as big as ever. We all miss her. But her legacy remains. She’s a beacon of truth and joy and beauty that I will forever hold up as a role model for how to live — free and daring and authentic. She became one of my best friends. I could never ask for a better big sister.

This is a week of yahrzeits for me too.  I wish I had the eloquence of Jay Kogen to say how I feel about those I have lost  But he allowed me to share this and it is exquisite.  As the Boston Irish say – “Gawd love ya”.

And I must add – Jill,  your brother is one of my favorite people.  Rest in peace, look down from the cosmos and know he is still being loved as he loved you and Gawd, this is starting to sound Jesusy.  Thank you, Jay.

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Just Say NO. SOTU. Solutions January 30, 2018

Posted by voolavex in despicable, Election 2016, Idiots in Government, nose picking, Putin, serial monster, sexist, snot, Social Issues, Social Media, solutions, The 45th, Washington Post.
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Tonight, the Asshole in Chief.  Thief of the Truth.  The Rotten Orange Who Spoiled A Nation, is going to spew some falsehoods speciousness, deliberate lies and fantasies over broadcast TV.  The Social Media participants are raving and roiling and cursing and nasty and demeaning this farce – as they should be.  You know who you are.  I join you in your disgust.  But I have come up with a BRILLIANT solution. Bigly.  Yuuuuuge. Cheap – Free actually, no special skills needed.

JUST DO NOT WATCH IT.  DO NOT WATCH IT.  DO NOT LISTEN TO IT.  CHANGE THE CHANNEL. PICK YOUR NOSE. BETTER STILL.  READ A BOOK, PLAY SOME MUSIC.  GO TO BED EARLY.  JUST SAY NO.

No frills solution.  Those who decide to view it.  DO NOT REHASH it to those who took my sage advice.  It will be just as bad as you think and editorializing is for the media.  Don’t even listen.  

JUST SAY NO.

That is all.

Who Killed JFK? Hasn’t Trump Heard Yet? October 21, 2017

Posted by voolavex in despicable, Election 2016, Idiots in Government, murder, Politics & Religion, Putin, sins, Social Issues, The 45th.
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So the 45s have turned into the Borgias. This may be one of the best examples of diverting attention from the now to events in then.  Instead of concentrating on the immediate issues at hand; the lack of action in the Congress and the White House, the lack of intelligence in the government, the never-ending suspicions – yea – beliefs that the 2016 Election was a joint effort by The US and Russia, the lies, high crimes and misdemeanors that rouse no anger or suspicions, we dig up the good old “Who Killed JFK” tamasha. This one never crossed my mind, but the plan is brilliant and evil.

Those who still remember that day in Dallas – 54 years ago(!!!!!) are still fascinated by the entire story. Theories, conspiracies, facts, lies, the size dress Mrs. Kennedy wore,  the grassy knoll, the unanswered questions, Jack Ruby and the weeping are a never healing suppurating wound in the side of this nation.

Is this the fiddle that the 45’s have found to accompany the nation’s perpetual dirge? Gone are the perps ; their due process null and void. The people in the painful images of those days are mostly dead. The last child standing is a grown woman. Does he want really yearn for this “history” to be further told. Why not just disinter the corpses and have them be questioned. Or preserved under glass and laid in the rotunda? Was this one of “promises” and did I miss it.  No wonder he stays up all night.  Stephen Miller at his finest hour (his folks must be so proud).  Or maybe he had never heard of it before?

I must note that of all the dirty, nasty red herrings the 45’s have tossed, stinking, into the last 22 months – this one defies description.

My Own Personal Holocaust Denier July 9, 2017

Posted by voolavex in Anti-Semitism, Holocaust deniers, Israel, Jews, Jews, Nazis, Social Issues.
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Recently, I learned that a person, married into my family ( and we are all very estranged) is a Holocaust denier.  At the time I found out (quite by accident) I actually thought I would vomit.  I shook.  I knew this person was opinionated and narrow-minded but this is one  that never even occurred to me.  Coincidentally, I had just recently seen “Denial” (read the book quite a few years ago) and “Remember”; both of which impressed me and both of which presented aspects of this hideous event in detail. Each was excellent.  I should add I am a Jew. although quite secular and I am very pro-Israel – but this is not really the point when it comes to this event.  Is it?

Holocaust denial is a crime in many countries – for its ugliness but also for its enormous lie.   It did happen and it has been proven to have happened and continues to be written about and substantiated repeatedly as fact. I have read extensively on subject from my teens.

It is a felony in many countries to express Holocaust denial and people go to jail.  I imagine this is a case for many who run into one. They can try to call them out to those in authority and it is very tempting.  I shall leave it at that.

It actually doesn’t make much sense for Jew Haters to deny it.  In the process of their hate, it should be something they cherish.  After all if you hate Jews, the death of millions should fill you with delight.  For some reason those bigots don’t express this.  They have decided that the Jews made it up for sympathy?  Profit?  Publicity?  I have no idea what they think. But when it hits close to ones own life – in any way – it baffles and disgusts.  Not enough to debate or argue the point with the bigot -that’s a losing proposition.  Deniers are cemented to the denial.  And I find them sickening.  Period.  I don’t want to know them. But it is important to know who they are.

But here is a far more provoking question.  How would one even go about creating such  a hoax?  The Nazis who created the factual Holocaust eventually got what they deserved at the war’s end. Those who tried to deny it or escape the legal system hid.  And what a life that must have been!   Determined men, like Wiesenthal and his dedicated seekers pursued them relentlessly.  They routed out so many  and were so diligent – a Nazi criminal on the lam must have been a nervous wreck (just like the Jews and others they sought, found and murdered).  But think about the idea of a hoax itself.  What would have inspired anyone to imagine this horror and supply specious evidence to prove it?   How could be done?  There was no social media or iPhones to create rumors or photoshopped evidence and who would have volunteered to take on the role of a skeletal, tortured victim or a corpse? The denier’s  usual comeback is that the numbers were inflated.  That it was not possible for such a thing to have been carried out on anything  (that sort of insults their heroes) but a small scale and it was therefore okay for something of this nature to take place – but not the way the attention starved bleeding hearts claimed.  But the facts betray the denial.  Not just anguished survivors told their stories; educated, erudite and relentless men – not wanting to simply take a survivors word did the research. They made it their business to dig deeply into the material that existed and supported the facts.

David Irving was one notorious man who insisted it was a hoax.  He was revealed in British court to be a liar and a bigot.   Neo Nazis, who should be proud of their clever and inspiring German  forebears , should embrace it as a stellar accomplishment.  Which makes the deniers an even more deluded crowd.  They can’t have it both ways. On the one hand these race-pure monsters did a very substantial job of making the Reich Judenfrei and at the same time, the deniers want it be a mythic hoax created by Jews to exaggerate exactly what?  Do they think the Reich did a monumental job or did they get blindsided by the Jews who made it up; this very act they love the Nazis for doing.  Which is it?

My recently discovered denier insists that the latter is true and the “Jews” made it much worse than it was – but how could even one murdered person, murdered for their race alone be okay?  A town of Jews or the starvation of a Jew (or a homosexual, or Rom or impaired person?) is okay?  What they would like us to believe is that it was an okay thing to murder Jews, but the ones who survived spun it to be a crime against humanity.  That damaged humans who escaped, invented their own history to match that of other survivors.  That Jews share a cosmic consciousness that  psychically collaborated  to tell the same story when questioned?  Seriously?  That we all think alike and remember the same things that, in their minds, didn’t happen?

This apparently is what my own personal denier believes.  This is what made me shake and fight nausea.

No, I did not say the name or the relationship. It is enough for me to know and it is enough for that person to know I know.  And now you know.  If you know me you may wonder and may even realize.  But I now know and that is more than I ever wanted.

Well, What Would You Call It????? One Answer. January 7, 2017

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None dare call it what it is. None dare stop it now?

I will call its name TREASON.

The NYTimes is very stingy when it comes to font size in their headlines. In fact it downplays most headlines as a matter of style the evidence seems to proven (let’s hope). They cut loose today. Not a great sign. So how do we accept a man who has known, abetted or aided in violating the constitution and will send this country into chaos.

A man and his minions who so wanted to win the prize and would do anything it took to get it. Or an easily conned con artist ANYTHING AT ALL. And so they did. It is far too late to ask ‘cui bono’?

Is this an algorithmic coup’d’etat? I am not a hacker so I cannot offer an answer – but I know how it feels to me. And I absolutely believe it can and could be done. Imagine if another major world power did this. We would call out the Marines. We would round-up our forces to show everyone watching that this country is not about allow hacked elections, lies, cheating and treason to our nation friends and allies. Now who shall we call?

This is my burning question is this :

WHAT IS GOING TO BE DONE?

Maybe we should all ask ourselves this question because even those who supported the architect of the coup. Even those chose this dupe should be able to admit this is not quite what Americans as a whole had in mind. Not just the Democrats. ALL of us. Even Snowden and Manning (Those vile monsters who betrayed our country. Those we quickly deplored and put in exile. Are they really traitors? or unsung heroes). Even if you achieve the end of the world we have now, who will you tell? Who will be left to listen.

The clock is ticking citizens of the land. Defenders of the Constitution? And time is running into the gutter. I am not going quietly into this sinkhole. Can I get a witness?

For Those Who Imagine It Gets Better Post Election…… November 6, 2016

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For those who imagine it gets better post-election;  I believe it is just the start of worse. The GOP obstructionists have now honed their cones on the eight years of Mr. Obama.  They have perfected roadblocks,  diversions, subterfuge, lies and blackmail to an art and if that’s what we get – then we have also done it to ourselves.  Democrats talk the talk but they don’t always walk the walk. Dealing with a con man (more accomplished than Mr. Madoff at that) requires more than we could or should have done. We relied on experience, professionalism, common sense and dignity.  What were we thinking ?

 The GOP are so fucking focussed it scares me.  Tunnel vision unfettered by those tiresome and ridiculous socially important agendas .  And the rank and file buy into the fast talk of a Three Card Monte dealer.He repeats their worst nightmares in every GOP speech.  Ignorant, stubborn, religious, too white?  Bigots. Urban poor.  DJT/the GOP’s finest doesn’t speak with a forked tongue he speaks with a forklift encompassing so many groups of citizens  whom, by the way, all hate each other, it’s damn near simultaneous translation  time at the Tower of Babel.  But they let him loose.

I do think the GOP could have stopped DJT;  but confused, they refused.  They couldn’t dredge up a single appealing candidate to run. A name picked from a hat would have been better.  Are they humiliated?  I doubt it ; because if DJT wins – they win (in their tiny minds) and we reap the fouled fruit of their techniques.   And this is the year, lined up and ready the true believers pay to slide down the razor blade ride of the 2016 Sideshow and Snake Oil Offers. The Year of the Bigot, Bias and Buffoon.

Top kudos, though, should rightly go to social media as the fountain from which this swamp of slime and sleaze oozed. Bi-partisan rock throwing,  braid pulling, pussy grabbing, deniability; because we too – every person, every opinion, every tweet and post have enabled this to happen. BOTH SIDES.  Oh and the entire world.  Surprised – don’t be – turns out we have proven – beyond a doubt that the pen is mightier than the sword.  It simply has been upgraded to a keyboard and send button.

 

 

 

Trump? November 4, 2016

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He could win

As we near the day of decision the fear – for me – becomes very much a possibility.  I say this because on my FBPage I sing with members of the choir.  We are bright, erudite, informed humans with an ability to dig until we have read and discussed all the angles.  We have weighed the words and the pantomime and the evasive answers and the performance art of Donald J. Trump..  We are not the folks to whom he preaches.  Those folks are scared too – but they are scared of things they have always held in anger and contempt.  Foreigners, Dark skins, women, Jews and dozens and dozens of offshoots of these same targets of anger, violence and hate.  To be in 2016 and watch this unfold is beyond bizarre to those of us who have lived somewhat longer and have the ability to compare and contrast.  But we are heading for heaven’s door and one day the Social Media will name the last Baby Boomer and their end..  We all know that.  We are not smarter or better – we just have an ability that only time provides – reflection, experience and for many –  plain old common sense.  Electronics and Technology have not dulled that.  In a sense we are at devolution – not moving forward but – at best – running place – at worst – running amok.  If we could run backwards we might kickstart our evolution again.  But there will never be another generation that has lived and seen both forks in the road.  And the road more travelled is crowded.  Trump’s message does not have to have substance.  The listeners don’t have substance.  He is a brilliant huckster but unlike PT Barnum he is fooling more of the people more of the time.  And I hardly need mention that great civilizations rise to glory and fall in hubris and despair.  I am fearful that Barack Obama was our last President.  I fear for the United States of America – because today – we are anything but.

Let’s Pee in Public Toilets Like Adults May 13, 2016

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Let’s go to the public toilet.  Right now and while you are doing your business – think about public toilets you have  used in your lifetime.  My mother used to line the seat with toilet paper.  Then seat covers.  We used the stall and locked the door, we flushed, washed outr hands and kept on going.  In school we used the stall, tried not to hit the seat while squatting on tiptoes.  Nice people flushed. Some people got caught smoking (that was then) and people said Pee-ewww (or worse) if it smelled.  Some schools had cases (seriously) and some called it the basement, the bathroom, the girl’s room but we all went and we all used it.  I don’t know much about urinals.  Actually I think it’s kind of odd to pee standing next to another person – but I have been in places where there were no doors and that took getting used to. But by and large the idea is to get in and out – relieved – as quickly as possible.  I have peed standing up in Paris pissoirs.  At the British Museum I peed and used toilet paper marked “Property of British Museum”.  It was so stiff and waxy one could imagine writing the Magna Carta on it.  Somewhere I kept a clean sheet as a souvenir.  I stole it.

 

My family owned a restaurant in a resort town and it had only one rest room and was called the rest room.  No one complained.  I have used the men’s room when I hadda hadda go because the women’s line was too long.  I hadda go – gender considerations were not an issue.  And now we are  in the throes of a controversy about transgender and restrooms.  What is the matter with us?  It is my assumption that transgender individuals have the same needs  as others.  They are humans and peeing and pooping are something we all do.  Some trans folks have full trans surgeries and thus it is no ones business which bathroom they use publicly nor should it be an issue. (is it?  maybe it is).  Others who are in the process  – dressing to gender identity, don’t wear signs saying – “hey I am trans and still need to pee – am I ALLOWED to do it here.  Why would they?  And every public restroom does have a stall or two.  Some people of all genders don’t like to be watched while in the toilet.  Husbands and wives included (fact). So my question is:  what’s the big deal?  If you have a penis and wear a dress, why not go to the ladies room and close the stall door.  If you have a vagina and dress as a male, why not go to the men’s room and use a stall.  I reckon peeing at a urinal without a penis is messy and silly anyway. But anyone can use a stall.  If you are a trans person and announce your genital business in the peeing or pooping process, then I would say you are probably inviting issues to arise.  But I can see no reason for the brouhaha.  I have never been asked about my gender in a rest room.  And asking a person that question strikes me as rude, nasty, looking for a fight or just plain stupid. And reveals a bigotry that is even uglier.

 

I applaud and support anyone who has gender confusion and moves to resolve this personal matter.  If those folks speak of it – then I am listening and I am happy they have the confidence and self-esteem to do so.  But it  is NONE of my business.  And it certainly is no one’s business what anyone uses to void when in a public toilet with a closed door.

 

Why are we suddenly the Piss Police?  What is the severe preoccupation with genital matters in this country.  Other countries are not where I live.  A public toilet is a public toilet.  And segregating humans who have to go by personal choices or gender issues (or color – remember Jim Crow – who hadda go too?).  And I suppose I would add – if women all sat at a troughs and peed – like men do at urinals (Ick) – it wouldn’t have lasted long anyway. Attire dictated certain customs.  Little girls practice peeing standing up, I know (I did) but it is messy and a few tries quickly ends the experimenting.

 

Using the rest room should not be political.  My suggestion is if you are in a place where this controversy is ongoing or you may go to toilet jail,  do it on the floor outside the restroom.  If the new arbiters of human functions don’t like it – then they should realize they need to cleanup their act or keep their legs crossed.

But here is a reminder to everyone who uses the toilet – at home or in public don’t forget to flush and  please wash your hands.

No Matter Who April 10, 2016

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No Matter Who
Here is a screed from the Screeder in Chief – just a heads up for my Blue Buds. Many of you have heroes in the race. Many of you shout the names and wear the shirts and rally at the rallies. There are two choices that I can see. Each one speaks different things to each of us. We hear what we want and we decide based on what we perceive are truths. Remember that politics consists of wish lists and promises by the candidates that cannot always be realized without many others horning in on the deal. “She is stupid. He is stupid. He lies. She lies.” You forget that this is how the game is played. I love your loyalties and arguments but I remind you that we MUST put Democrats back in charge. We MUST vote Blue. No matter who. We cannot abdicate our responsibility to this country by declaring for a candidate who may not wind up in the running. We are running for our lives. We cannot pout.
Support your choice and stay loyal right up until he or she is nominated. Then allow common sense, self-preservation and unity kick in. When the candidate is declared -if you must grit your teeth – grit them. But when you enter that private voting booth – consider all that your vote can do to change the morass the Loyal Opposition has created in the last 16 years. How they wasted the efforts of a good, decent and honest man because he was a good, honest, and decent BLACK man. How the Loyal Opposition released the bigots from the trees and hills and streets and police stations of this country and incited riots and violence and misogyny. How some were chosen – but most were excluded. Because of race, color or creed.
Speak your minds, support your choice, expound, extol and put forth your favorite but allow this fact stay in the mix: This is NOT a personality contest. This is not a nitpicking bee. This is not a horse race  ‘place or ‘show are not options.  This one is for the Rose Garden. So please, when election day arrives, VOTE BLUE. NO MATTER WHO.

Punishment for Abortion -Donald Trump Can Kiss My Ass March 31, 2016

Posted by voolavex in Elections, freedom, guilt, Health, Medical, Politics, Politics & Religion, sex, sexist, Social Issues, vagina.
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Donald Trump can kiss my ass. How dare anyone – man or woman – imagine a punishment for an abortion? What could be worse than the entire situation itself. Somehow the self-righteous right (and many others, sacred and profane) think women have abortions when there is nothing good on sale at Bloomingdales or K-Mart? Is that what they imagine. Well imagine this – you are pregnant and it is not a thrilling fact of your life. Rich,poor, any ethnicity and no one is faced with this truly except women. Casual sex, marital sex, oops sex, rape, you are knocked up. And you had no intention to become a parent – actually – a mother. Your choices should be unlimited in a normal society. But in the eyes of mostly men – you are so low and foul – even in Chanel – you not only are a slut to be shamed but you should be punished if you can manage to make a personal choice. Hoe dare he. How dare they? I will not face this decision again in my life but I have in another time of my life. I have chosen and if you do not think that choice was a difficult and emotionally wrought one – then you are ducky. Women may be relieved after this choice – but they carry it inside them forever. In their minds, their hearts and their body’s memory. I do.

 

So despite this being a medical decision for the doctor and an emotionally medical one for the woman what more is there to exact? A fine, probation, stay 30 feet from a penis for the rest of your life, have it stitched shut, have a tattoo on your face like Hester Prynne? Community service in a creche or nursery? Lose the children you have and love because you didn’t, wouldn’t, couldn’t have another that you did not want to bear. Birth defects – how dare you – you MUST have a baby with no quality of life – including yours and that of your family? That would be an agony that covers a lot of ground.

 

Was he quick to retract his statement? WOW. You betcha’ because he knew he had crossed a line of voters who do not play that period. And I suspect he actually was sorry about the pressure he bore for it. I think he believes all his pompous, dangerous demagoguery. I’ll bet he had a laundry list of nasty punishments for bad women who chose choice. But Donald is not alone. He just bleats his ideas (?) more easily. I suspect this is the stance of most GOP men and some women. And I also bet they have paid for numerous terminations about which they have no guilt, whatsoever.

Men. Stay out of our vaginas unless you are invited in. Men. Stay out of our wombs unless your opinion is requested. Men. Worry about your frequently out of control dicks and refrain from making medical decisions for females. It is not your right. You have no standing to do so.

 

And this:  Back once more – hectic few months. Hating this Election Season 2016