Category Archives: News & Politics

Making a Murderer & A Dose of Self Awareness


On November 15, 2005, I wrote the following on this blogsite:

“I also had an idea about writing a book about this man in Wisconsin, Steven Avery. He was in prison for something like 18 years for a rape before evidenced proved his innocence of the crime and he was set free. There were then stories in the media about how this poor man lived in a small ice fishing shack because he had no money and his life was taken away. I remember seeing these stories and feeling so bad for him. Today, he is being charged with the rape and murder of a young Wisconsin woman. Tell me there isn’t an interesting story here.”

Charlie and I binged on Making a Murderer the past few days. It is a documentary series regarding Steven Avery’s conviction in the Teresa Halbach murder. I am still trying to reconcile my feelings now with my beliefs before the documentary.

At the time and up until a few days ago, I really felt that this was an evil man who got what he deserved. I did think there was impropriety within the justice system. But, in my mind, if it got him off the streets – I was okay with that.

So, why was I so convinced he was an evil psychopath? Because I am far more influenced by the media than I was willing to admit. It was actually without any conscious or active absorbing. In one part of the film, we noticed that a news reporter used the term “compound” in regards to the Avery property. We both chuckled at the absurdity of that. Switching terminology here and there can make a world of difference when it comes to the forming of public opinion.

Another thing that really bothers me about my own assumptions – during this very time, I was going through my own trauma within the justice system. I was accused of a crime I did not commit…of being something I could never be. It was one of the most difficult, horrific times of my life and probably the only time I have ever truly come close to considering suicide. Not long after, I was treated for PTSD due to that event.

Even though I had first hand experience of being caught in the merciless claws of the justice system; even though I had people lie about me, turn against me and felt as if my life was torn apart – I didn’t consider that maybe this was also happening to Steven Avery. That makes me feel ashamed.

Did he kill Teresa Halbach? I do not know. I don’t know if we will ever know. But I do now think it is VERY possible that he did not.

I may write more about the particulars at another time. I don’t know. A lot being written lately – so probably no need. But I really urge you to watch this 10 part docu-series on Netflix. It will really open your eyes to what probably happens far more often than we would ever imagine. Power drunk egos with an axe to grind can ruin many lives and much too easily without consequence. Scary as fuck.


A Different Kind of Freak Flag



“Getting rid of a flag isn’t going to end racism.”

“A piece of cloth didn’t oppress people.”

“This is just a band-aid on a bigger wound.”

Well, no fucking shit. Thanks for the brilliant insight. Perhaps now you can explain to me how gravity works.

No, taking down the confederate flag will not end the institutional and deep seeded racism that is brewing like a smelly cauldron throughout our country. But ya know what? Leaving it up sure won’t help things, will it? Flying a flag – that for most, represents oppression, hate and slavery – condones the negativity it represents.

You want to get all historical on my ass and expound upon the flag’s origin and true meaning? You want to tell me that taking it away disrespects some kind of glorified narrative of the good ole days? Guess what? I don’t give a shit because I live in the here and now. Reflecting on the past is good for little more than learning from it’s mistakes – not celebrating those mistakes with some hooch and a cheek full of tobacco. I know the origins and it changes nothing about how I feel in regards to the flag. And quite frankly, I am surprised anyone would think that it would.

Also, if the removal of the flag is so insignificant to progress, why bother stomping feet over it? If you are THAT concerned about this being a “distraction” or a “band-aid” then I sure hope you are out there doing something that will make our society a better place. Because even though this may be a simplistic baby step in the forward direction, at least it is something. If you are poo-pooing the merit of such action – you better be creating some action of your own. Otherwise – shuttie.

I highly doubt there are tons of people who think that taking down this racist rag fixes any real problem. But if there are, please let me smack them upside their empty heads. If ANYONE thinks that this actually fixes the issue – then they truly have no idea the depths of racism that are oozing from every corner of society. This is a step. A little, baby, tiny, seemingly obvious step that should have been made many decades ago. We have a lot of catching up to do because the fact that this is even a thing – is embarrassing as fuck.

And for those of you who think waving this flag means you are a patriot…you are just a total moron. This flag AT BEST represents those who wanted to sussed from your beloved ‘Murica in order to continue to own slaves – feeding their economic growth with their field labor. Freeing slaves meant less profit. And they were all like – “Fuck that…let’s get us a new country with this here new flag.” Yea. Patriotic like a sonabitch.

In the years (50s-60s) to follow, it was adopted by many to show their opposition to equal rights and integration. And it soon became a symbol of the KKK. In recent years, I guess it was just a passive aggressive way to let others know just how proud one was to be the lighter version of American. Of course, some people just didn’t know better and wanted to pretend they were Luke Duke or some shit. But this whole thing about historical pride and patriotism – give me a damn break because that is some scripted ass bullshit.

Listen, no one is taking your flags – so, put the shotgun down, Cletus, and call off your dog. Keep your flag. It lets the rest of us know which neighbors we’d rather not talk to. The issue here is having such a gross symbol flying above government buildings. That’s it. If this brings to light the offensiveness of this flag – an offensiveness some may have not considered in the past – then great. Let them stop flying, selling, displaying the damn thing too. But this isn’t a freedom of speech issue. It is a decency issue. And you can fly any goddamn flag you want – on YOUR property.

I could be worried that *you* will think this is all about you and your comments on social media. And while you may have contributed to my recent reflections – know that everyone and their grandma is talking about this lately – so I have many different conversations and threads running through my consciousness at the moment. Ain’t all about you, darlin’. I just had something to say.

That Woman in the Burke Ad is My Friend and She is No Criminal


Over the weekend I briefly read through some Facebook comments regarding a story about a woman in a Burke for Governor ad who had been charged with a crime in her past. I didn’t read the full story due to time and the fact that it wouldn’t change any of my opinions.

This morning, I came across another post about this woman and recognizing that her story resembled mine, I felt it was time for me to actually read it. My heart dropped not only when I learned this was about a friend of mine but also when I read the comments on the article. It became one of those weird PTSD flashback moments. And I am not being hyperbolic, I was diagnosed with PTSD due to a very similar circumstance.

I will not get into her case and her personal story because that is not my place. If she would like me to write about it in the future, I will. But she has her children and her own sanity to consider. And laying everything out there may not be what is best for her right now. Also, she has been working incredibly hard to move forward and has no interest in defending herself by ridiculing or defaming her children’s father. She just isn’t that kind of person.

My friend, Erin, is a dedicated, loving mother to a couple of bright, lovely children. There is no doubt in my mind that those kids are her world and her love for them compares to no other. I also happen to know that Erin is a benevolent, generous, kind person who works incredibly hard on a daily basis to make this world a better place not only for her children, but the children of strangers.

When I was falsely accused of child abuse in 2005, I wanted to die. When I read the public comments made about it and me, I felt I couldn’t go on. If it hadn’t been for my daughter, I don’t know if I would still be here. The public commentary on my life and my motherhood – reading the horrible things people (who had no idea what they were talking about) were writing – someone may as well have been stabbing me in the gut. A couple of years later, I was diagnosed with PTSD.

Most days, I can live without it pressing on me very much. But then there are times when all of those feelings burst back into the forefront as though they happened only yesterday. And what has happened to Erin in these past days is a big example of that.

For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to run for local office. It was made pretty clear to me that after these charges (false or not) that would not be a good idea. At the time this happened, I was entering a social work program at Gateway. I was told after this that I would never be hired in that field. And now, I get turned down for jobs all of the time due to my background check. When I was writing for Patch, commenters loved to look me up and post things about that case simply because they disagreed with my politics. This affects me in different ways all of the time.

In 2012, I was asked to be in a couple of political ads. One was a commercial for a promising U.S. candidate. I was so excited. I was picking out some outfits for me and the kids when I realized that my past could cause a problem. I called the person in charge of the commercial and explained as much as I could. It was decided that I should not be involved in that way. Once again, that one incident brought up those heartbreaking emotions and disappointment all over again.

It never goes away. It may hide for a while. But it’s always there – lingering, somewhere.

When I read comments about Erin today, I wanted to scream and cry and hug her.

People need to know that ANYONE can accuse ANYONE of ANYTHING. People need to know that you are NOT considered innocent until proven guilty. People need to know that it is nearly impossible to prove you DIDN’T do something. People need to know that one questionable decision does not determine who you are – not for a day and certainly not for the rest of your life. People need to know that innocent people plead guilty ALL OF THE TIME and for many different reasons.

Our justice system is a meat grinder. And until you are a part of it – you have no clue what you would really do or how you would really react. It is terrifying and intimidating. And some defense lawyers suck and some D.A.s are crooked with an ax to grind. Sometimes a person will do whatever they have to just to make it end.

But the sad truth is – it never really ends. And now I have to see my friend have this all smooshed into her face again in front of the world and all because she just wanted to make our state a better place to live for everyone.

You need to really take a step back before you assume, before you judge and before you believe what you read. Because you don’t know the whole story. And you better realize that all of this – all of this nightmarish bullshit – can happen to you or someone you love at any moment.

I’m Sad. Can We Talk?


Last week, I was watching Fashion Police’s Emmy Special. I watched every week and especially looked forward to the award editions. I considered it one of my many guilty pleasures. As I was laying there watching, I thought to myself, “Wow. 81. I am really going to be sad when she dies.” The next day, I learned of her cardiac arrest. Minutes ago, I learned of her death. And, yes, I am sad.

She lived a long, full life. And while her death was somewhat unexpected (before the end of last week anyway) – it isn’t necessarily as shocking if it were someone in their 40s. But it is a huge loss and I cannot help but to think about her daughter, Melissa. I very much enjoyed their short-lived reality show (boy, I wish they had started that earlier) and felt like we really got to know them to some degree. Even if it was scripted or not entirely real – the one thing you could never deny is the love and devotion between mother and daughter. They were most certainly best friends if not soul mates.  What a unique and fun thing it was to watch the two of them together. Oh, I really loved that silly show.

But the very best peek into the life Joan lived was the documentary, A Piece of Work. The pain and tragedy peppered with success and SUCH hard work was remarkably revealed in such an authentic way. Please do watch this film. I always loved her fearlessness but that movie gave me a whole new respect for her. And her career, my goodness. Just take a look at THIS commemorative article from Variety.

People say they hate her because she makes fun of others. Dudes. She is a comic. This is her thing. It was also Don Rickles’ thing – but being a man – no one gave him shit about it. In fact, it is the basis of humor for many comics and, no, it isn’t for everyone. Regardless of the topics of her jokes, she was generous, truthful and gutsy. And I loved that she was unapologetic about her work. This is what made her (and others like Kathy Griffin and Sarah Silverman) a champion in my mind and a idol in my heart.

Yea. I am pretty sad, goddammit.




Ice, Ice, (Cry) Baby


This is probably the 567th post you have seen regarding the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge just today. This movement has become something that will go down in history and likely never forgotten. And that alone is pretty fascinating just for the social phenomena aspect.

What’s more – the last time I checked, ALS Association has received over 41.8 million dollars in donations – and that is growing by the minute. I am impressed that their website has not crashed to be honest. Maybe the ACA people can take some tips from the ALS IT department 😉 Seriously, though – this is just unheard of. And what a wonderful testament to human generosity and to the powers of social media.

Along with the endless videos of people dumping ice water on their heads our virtual fields of vision have also been filled with posts and tweets about these videos. Some people are highly angered and irritated with the popularity of this campaign. And then there are those who are pissed at the people who are pissed. Leave it to the internet to bring out so many loud opinions and complaints.

When the challenge first began, the purpose was to not only spread awareness (because let’s face it, awareness doesn’t pay the bills) but to raise donations. If one was nominated to take the Ice Bucket Challenge, they were to either A. complete the challenge by dumping a bucket of ice water over their head AND donate a small amount to the ALS Association OR  B. decline the challenge and donate a large amount to the organization. So, either way, a donation was being made.

Somewhere along the line, people began to believe that is was: dump OR donate. And it sort of became another notch in the world of “slacktavism“. And this is part of the reason some people were getting irritated. And yes, originally, I was kind of annoyed. I wasn’t ranting and spitting nails like some, however. I mean, people do shit on social media every day that irritate the piss out of me in much larger ways. Ignorant narcissism isn’t exactly a shocking new development on the interweb.

But yea, I can understand why seeing people doing the challenge as simply a way to get attention or show off their wet bodies or just to be a digital lemming can be a thorn in one’s side. Especially when it was clear some of these people had no clue the true purpose of this movement. I mean, I have seen people loudly cheer “Yea!! ALS!!” as though it were a football team. SMH (as the kids type).

The other day, the girls came home from their friends’ house all excited because they did the challenge.

“Did you donate?” I asked.

“Donate to what?” they responded.

“ALS. Do you even know what that is?” I continued.

They just stared at me like I popped all of their balloons.

The next day I made them look it up and read about the disease. I also made them do extra chores to earn money to add to our family’s donation to the ALS Association. Yea, I suppose I am not the most fun, lighthearted mom on the block. Oh well.

So, while I was paging through my Facebook newsfeed this morning, I was noticing more and more anger and hostility from all of those pissed off people on both sides. How unfortunate, really. What was meant to be a positive and fun endeavor to gain funds for people affected by this horrible disease is turning into a pissy debate. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. And I do see both sides.

I then watched a video that finally set me straight and drained the irritation from my mind. Please watch the whole video – it continues after the challenge is completed.



There. That really should be all you need to see.

Listen. I know people can really fucking suck. I know that society is filled with idiots and self centered douchebags. But ya know what, clearly there are 41.8 million worth of decent people out there to make up for it. Let’s not lump everyone into one ice bucket, okay? Some people are indeed doing the challenge for the right reasons. How about we ignore the rest?

There are a lot of shitty things going on in the world. Black men are virtually being hunted, killed and incarcerated while the rest of us are enjoying our white privilege. (And, yes, I do care very much about what is happening in Ferguson. I haven’t written or posted about it yet because I simply am not in a place to talk about it now. This doesn’t make me a petty asshole, by the way. But that is a rant for another time.) There are American journalists being killed and tortured across the ocean. There are children being blown away by bombs. Terrorist groups are committing genocide.

There is a lot of shit to be appropriately pissed off about. And while people will continue to annoy you (and me) – how about we save the actual RAGE for topics more deserving?

How about we put some RAGE into a disease like ALS that ravages entire families every day? How about we throw our RAGE onto the politicians who laugh as they do the Ice Bucket Challenge while cutting funding and research for ALS and similar diagnoses?

That man in the video above – that man with the eyes of an angel and  emotional wounds so gaping – he is the one who deserves our focus. He and the 30,000 others who are being devastated by ALS as we speak.

Let us be oh so thankful for our achy bodies, for our chubby bellies, for our tired minds. Let us be thankful for the gift to be able to be annoyed by the little things in life. Because there are so many out there who would give anything to have complaints like ours. And one day – we may be one of those people looking back when our lives were so simple and taking a breath required not even a thought.

Be thankful. Pick your battles wisely. And please donate to a worthwhile charity today.

You can make a donation to the ALS Association HERE

Robin Williams: Let’s Start the Conversation


Robin Williams Quote. True. true words. "I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It's not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people that you make you feel all alone."

This morning, as I was watching one of the many tributes to Robin Williams on television, my daughter asked me how he could be depressed if he was a famous actor. She is 9. And while that may sound like a 9 year old question – I am hearing similar comments made by adults today. The DJ on the radio right now is confused because “Williams had plenty of work” (4 movies due to come out yet this year). I have heard some say he is selfish and weak and ungrateful for his lavish life.

“Depression doesn’t care who you are, honey. It is an illness that can happen to anyone. It doesn’t matter how much money you have or how big your house is. You can have millions of people who love you and still have depression. It is sad and scary. But there is help and many ways to treat it. Most people with depression can live normal lives – it doesn’t have to be hopeless.”

I don’t know if my answer was appropriate – I tend to be as honest as possible with her.

I have been very open about my struggles throughout the years. So open, in fact, it has made others uncomfortable. I have lost friends due to my outspokenness about my anxieties. My mother was never very happy with my openness, a little embarrassed, perhaps. I am certain I have not been taken seriously when it really counted in the Dr’s office because of me not hiding my anxiety in the past. While dating, I was dumped a number of times because I admitted to these issues. There certainly are consequences to sharing experiences such as these. So much stigma still remains when it comes to mental illness.

Even with all I have mentioned, it hasn’t stopped me from talking about it. I refuse to be ashamed of something for which I have no fault. I refuse to be silent because it might make someone uncomfortable. If I have a friend, relative, doctor, etc. who cannot handle my honesty – they are clearly not a person I need in my life.

I have never wanted to end my life. Not really. I may have had fleeting thoughts out of pure exhaustion and frustration. But never could I cause my own death. And I am very grateful that my depression/anxiety isn’t on that level. Yes, I have lived with this for most of my life. And there are times when it has been worse than others. So I do understand it. I can imagine that feeling of no other way out. I can imagine being so depleted of all energy. I can imagine no longer having any fight left within.

We hear all of the time – Cancer Sucks. There are 5ks, ribbons, Facebook games, telethons. You can’t go anywhere without seeing pink breast cancer paraphernalia all around. But how often do we hear about suicide awareness or mental illness charities? Why are people who are plagued with depression or OCD or bi-polar considered weak while cancer patients are considered warriors?

Here is a post I made yesterday on Facebook:

When you see an addict – picture their bandages because their using is almost always an attempt to self medicate. When you see someone with a mental illness – picture their wounds because they are as real as anything visible. Stop seeing mere weakness because there is nothing weak about being sick. What is weak is how society views and deals with these very real diseases.

Many of us grew up watching Robin Williams. He was an American icon, a fantastic actor and an electric comedian. He brought happiness and laughter to countless people around the world. And he was a true humanitarian. The loss of his life have many in a contemplative space today. The sadness is almost tangible. And it kind of upsets me that it takes such a tragedy to get people talking about something we should have openly dealt with long ago. But it is better late than never and I truly hope that, if nothing else, this horrible situation will open the eyes of family members, politicians, physicians, media and those suffering.

Stop the silence. Stop the stigma. Speak up. And speak loud.

For information on getting help for yourself or a loved one, please visit:

Hobby Lobby, Birth Control and Hell Yea I’m Pissed (via Purple Rayne)



I was going to leave this one alone. I mean, how many times can one slut yammer on about reproductive rights, the war on women or men trying to slip their crucifix into her vagina. Apparently, the topics surrounding women’s healthcare and their bodies just do not ever go away. Apparently, our collective labia hasn’t been loud enough. Apparently, we need to start shoving our ovaries down some misogynistic throats. Because they aren’t fuckin’ gettin’ it. I mean, really…to hate womenthis much, my guess is…they Aren’t. Fuckin’. Gettin’ it.

Let me just make a few points so I can’t get back to whoring around and worshiping Satan.

I have heard them say, “Government needs to stay out of everyone’s business and let companies do what they want.”

You’re kidding me, right? I mean, that HAS to be some kind of joke. They want government in my vajayjay with an internal ultrasound if considering abortion. They want to tell gay people that they cannot marry or adopt children. They want to drug test welfare recipients. They want to throw you in jail for smoking a joint while they sip their 4th tumbler of Wild Turkey.

But when it comes to regulation or healthcare or gun control or food safety or environmental measures (you know, the stuff that actually helps people and the earth), then they want to say ‘no government’.

Screw them. They cannot have it both ways. Eventually enough people will wake up and say NO MORE.

I have heard them say “Companies shouldn’t have to pay for abortions and things that are against their Christian beliefs.”

Birth control does not cause abortions. If they truly do believe that ‘every sperm is sacred’ – then they better tie their teenage son’s hands behind his back for…say…the next 50 years. And they better start inspecting sheets for evidence of wet dreams. Oh and no sex before marriage and, when married, sex will only be during the wife’s ovulation days. Do NOT waste that sperm! Even one of those bad boys hit the ground and straight to hell you go!!

And don’t give me this shit about being so holy and Christian and all Bible loving. Because companies, including Hobby Lobby, invest in corporations who develop and manufacture the very products they claim to be morally against. Hobby Lobby (just one example since they are so goddamn proud of themselves this week) has stores filled with cheap Chinese crap. China, a country to whom they give billions, treats abortion like a patriotic duty. So don’t try to sell me their fake moral bullshit. Why is it that the ones who boast Christianity the loudest are the ones who seem to have no idea what Christianity even means?

Read the rest on Purple Rayne….

Racine County Halts Progress Yet Again (via Purple Rayne)



Last Friday, a federal court struck down a ban on same sex marriage which has kept marriage equality from existing since 2006. The ban was deemed unconstitutional by U.S. District Judge Barbara Crabb. 
While we have been watching our neighbor states progressing and crawling out from the bigoted rocks from which they slept – the red members of our own state have been fighting to keep us in the past. And even as Wisconsin tries to pull itself out of that hole of ignorance and hate – Racine County steps on its fingers and continues to pout. 

Over 40 counties in Wisconsin have been issuing marriage licenses to same sex couples since the ruling on Friday. Couples have lined up at courthouses throughout the state with loved ones, flowers and a piece of joy for which they have always hoped. 

But not in Racine. Nope. In the land of Vos, Ryan, Ladwig and Christensen (sounds like a law firm from hell) – people are not treated equally and everything will be done to halt progress. Our county clerk, Wendy Christensen, is refusing to issue marriage licenses to same sex couples. She is stating that she is confused about how to fill out the forms. Why…who is the groom? Who will be the wife? It is like something you hear from old uncle Cletus through his missing teeth while he plays the banjo. How to fill out the forms? Are you fucking kidding me??? How about ask your other clerk buddies all over the state who figured it out pretty damn quickly. 

See the rest HERE

It’s Time to Play Douchebag Whack-a-Mole (via Purple Rayne)


I almost didn’t want to waste space on this wackadoodle…but we all deserve a laugh, right??

So this dude from West Allis is suing Milwaukee County Executive, Chris Abele, and others in an attempt to stop Milwaukee from issuing marriage licenses to same sex couples. When I first heard the news, I could feel my blood pressure rise and my forehead get all wrinkly. I thought for sure this was the work of a slightly stronger group of brain cells to deter all counties from doing the right thing. I figured this must be a tactic to scare county clerks out of issuing licenses – because who wants the trouble of a lawsuit. Well, what a comic relief to see who is truly behind this nonsense.


While Bob may not be a significant threat to marriage equality, our current Attorney General definitely is – not to mention a complete pain in the ass. He is just not giving up on his train (wait…we don’t like trains here, I forgot) of hate and oppression. This fucker will stop at nothing to impede in the progress of our state and the happiness of those who live outside of his personal beliefs. 

This morning, Van Hollen has stated that county clerks who have been issuing licenses could be prosecuted. PROSECUTED. Well, I guess my worry of deterrence tactics wasn’t so off after all. This guy is hell bent on winning a game he shouldn’t even be playing. Why such hateful people are put into such powerful positions is beyond me. I cannot fathom what makes people like this tick. To be so bothered by the love and happiness of others – there HAS to be some psychiatric disorder going on here. 


See  the rest HERE

Religiously Patriotic


When I hear people speak as though the human race should live their lives by the word of the Bible, I cannot help but be concerned with their mental stability. I mean, really. Is it not a little loony tunes to think that some book written a bagillion years ago should be taken literally and word for word? A book with such ambiguity and symbolism – are we really expected to all interpret it the exact same way?

The Bible Tells Me So:

  • And the swine, though he divide the hoof, and be clovenfooted, yet he cheweth not the cud; he is unclean to you.  Of their flesh shall ye not eat, and their carcase shall ye not touch; they are unclean to you.

Eating ham or playing football? You’re one filthy ass hellbound motherfucker.

  • Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor print any marks upon you: I am the LORD.

You know that tattoo of your deceased mother covering your shoulder-blade? You might want to get some adjoining flames on that to go with your future decor. And that fellatio enhancing tongue piercing? That is double hell for you, dirty birdy.

  • Ye shall not round the corners of your heads, neither shalt thou mar the corners of thy beard.

Only square-headed people allowed. Everyone in heaven looks exactly like SpongeBob.

  • He that is wounded in the stones, or hath his privy member cut off, shall not enter into the congregation of the LORD.

Um. Yea. Screwed in this life and the next. I’d start wearing a cup or living in a bubble if I were you.

  • Regard not them that have familiar spirits, neither seek after wizards, to be defiled by them: I am the LORD your God.

Defiled by wizards. (Sigh) I’m just going to leave that one in the rectory.

  • When men strive together one with another, and the wife of the one draweth near for to deliver her husband out of the hand of him that smiteth him, and putteth forth her hand, and taketh him by the secrets Then thou shalt cut off her hand, thine eye shall not pity her.

Because this CLEARLY happens so often. If your husband gets into a scuffle with a drunk neighbor and is getting his ass kicked – don’t even THINK about jumping in to help by attacking the dude’s junk, you violent whore.

  • “And he that curseth his father, or his mother, shall surely be put to death.”

Does your man always defend his mother even though she insults you and is probably hiring a hitman to knock you off? Well…DUH! Mere survival, man.

  • Whosoever putteth away his wife, and marrieth another, committeth adultery: and whosoever marrieth her that is put away from her husband committeth adultery.

Remarried? You cheatin’ bastard.

  • “Ye shall keep the sabbath therefore; for it is holy unto you: every one that defileth it shall surely be put to death: for whosoever doeth any work therein, that soul shall be cut off from among his people. Six days may work be done; but in the seventh is the sabbath of rest, holy to the LORD: whosoever doeth any work in the sabbath day, he shall surely be put to death.

                Nurses, doctors, police officers, fire fighters, all of the football players you drool over every week…                                 DIE, SINNERS, DIE!!!!! (oh, and don’t forget, they’re thugs too)

  • Let your women keep silence in the churches: for it is not permitted unto them to speak; but they are commanded to be under obedience, as also saith the law. And if they will learn any thing, let them ask their husbands at home: for it is a shame for women to speak in the church.

Fuck you.

  • And all that have not fins and scales in the seas, and in the rivers, of all that move in the waters, and of any living thing which is in the waters, they shall be an abomination unto you:  They shall be even an abomination unto you; ye shall not eat of their flesh, but ye shall have their carcases in abomination.

Remember Bubba Gump Shrimp? Run, Forrest, Run!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • But if this thing be true, and the tokens of virginity be not found for the damsel:  Then they shall bring out the damsel to the door of her father’s house, and the men of her city shall stone her with stones that she die: because she hath wrought folly in Israel, to play the whore in her father’s house: so shalt thou put evil away from among you.

Not enough stones in the world…just the Ray-town hoes alone would cause a shortage (and I say HOES affectionately since I’d likely be considered  a member of the club).

Okay, okay. I went on and on. But you get my point, right? Whether you are religious or not, the Bible is old, archaic, out-of-date, barbaric and just does not make sense as a set of rules in our day and age. Common sense, is it not?

I gotta say, I feel much the same way about the Constitution and Bill of Rights. I feel that those who think that those rules and judgments apply today in the same way they did hundreds of years ago are living in fairy tale land. I am reminded of this after every shooting when the 2nd Amendment is echoed as a defense for gun accessibility.

A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.

How does this translate to anyone with half a brain to mean that any jag off with a little penis can hoard machine guns and rocket launchers?? No. Just, no. And if you think it does, you’re an idiot.

Rules, policies, procedures…everything progresses (or should) with time and growth. When we know better, we should do better. And in most aspects in life – that tends to happen naturally or at least logically. When new medical treatments are discovered, procedures change. When the human race develops new needs, we find ways to meet them.

To think that we should follow – word for word – a set of rules and principles penned over 200 years ago is unrealistic and cumbersome. It is holding us back and it is giving those who want us held back an anchor on which to base their ignorance.

Just like in the Bible – there is a lot of good and well-meaning shit in those documents. Stuff that will hold meaning and reason forever. But we need to get out the red pen and start editing a little more generously. Instead of stapling tea bags to your hats or stomping around claiming to be patriots – how about ya open your eyes and realize it is almost 20-friggin-14. Can we do that, maybe? Huh??

It really makes me think…there isn’t much difference between religion and patriotism. They both have their good points and respectable qualities. But they also both have dangerous and unreasonable aspects. It is a shame, really.