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I had to

(I just had to. Sorry for the inconvenience, if you feel inconvenienced.)

I’ve read lots of news articles, blogs, opinions, yak yak concerning the current political and economic upheaval we are experiencing, from all perspectives. I’m an equal opportunity reader. Last week I sat here at the computer, typed up a little ditty and emailed it to the local left-leaning newspaper. I don’t subscribe to the paper. Sometimes I read it online. Sometimes we purchase the Sunday paper to see what’s on sale where and read Dilbert and Get Fuzzy. Our next-door neighbor is in Ireland and we’re gathering her mail, and her newspapers. So, Tuesday I picked up the paper, opened it up and there was my little opinion, printed for our fair city to read. It goes like this:

People on both sides of the political aisle, in addition to the media, are intent on learning as much about Governor Sarah Palin as quickly as they can. In the past two weeks I’ve learned more about Gov. Palin’s American childhood, education, career, family and experience in local, state and national government just by watching the six o’clock news than I’ve learned about Senator Barak Obama in nineteen months of his campaigning for president. Why have we not heard about Senator Obama’s childhood, education, career, family and experience in like manner, after all this time?

Regardless of which candidate you support for president, take the time to learn as much about him as you now know about Gov. Palin. It might be surprising.


When I was in my 20’s I was a registered Independent, and I voted Democratic (sorry Mom!) I was pro-choice, even though I never would have considered abortion for myself. Then a funny thing happened. In 1994 I was pregnant with our second child, a girl. She was due in mid-May. She was born in mid-March, eight weeks premature. She was delivered by emergency c-section when I went into labor. She was breech. They rushed her to NICU as soon as she was born. I got to see her for about a minute on my way to recovery. It was late that evening when I finally got to hold her. She was little, four pounds and some change. She looked at me and I looked at her. And my mind started to change.

I realized that being pro-choice meant that I was supporting another woman’s right to abort—kill—a baby just like her. It wasn’t just about a quick means to end an unwanted pregnancy in the first trimester, much in the same way we get a penicillin shot to clear up an unwanted infection.

Many things have changed now that I’m very well into my 40s. I was a working, professional woman from 1985 until 1990, when the title ‘mom’ was also added to that list. And I became a pro-life, working, professional woman, wife and mom.

Oh, and Christian, BTW.

The last time I checked my IQ, it was still slightly below the genius level. I haven’t suddenly become stupid because I’m a pro-life Christian.

However, a great deal of information I’ve read and heard seems to indicate otherwise. A blogger named Michael Seitzman, quoted by the Huffington Post recently, said that anyone who supported McCain / Palin or President Bush is “an idiot … mentally ill, mentally disabled, or mentally disturbed.”

Now, I realize Mr. Seitzman is a blogger, and if he were the only person on the planet who held that opinion then I wouldn’t be wasting my finger muscles on him. Unfortunately, I don’t believe that to be the case. As was so eloquently stated in Network:

“I’m mad as H-E-double-toothpicks, and I’m not going to take it anymore!”

Therefore, I have decided to form my own political party: the Southern North Carolina branch of the New Insanity Party, SNC-NIP. (Sounds like Super Bowl food. I like Super Bowl food.)

For reasons I can’t divulge here, I an uniquely qualified to be a party leader in this movement.


Whistling in the Dark

This is a little ditty I wrote yesterday. It actually wrote itself, I just copied it to paper. And it’s a little on the dark side, but whatever.

A Virtual Life

Virtual conception, procreated in a Petri dish, possibly from virtual parents who’ve never met. Virtual birth, broadcast live over the ‘net so that virutal family can share the ecitement of the blessed event without the inconvenience of travel of the annoyance of human interaction with real people.Virtual childhood: computers teaching pre-schoolers their ABC’s and 123’s, virtual playments living in the virtual world of the computer game.


Virtual education, from pre-school to post-doctorate, with teachers, professors, students, colleagues from the four corners of the world, all gathered in front of cameras and computers, sharing virtual ideas and imparting virtual knowledge, without ever having shared the same space, or breathed the same air.

Virtual communication with virtual friends: voice mail, e-mail, test messages sent and received without ever having met the real person behind the virtual images and virtual words.

Virtual friends, virtual lovers, virtual marriage, virtual sex, virtual entertainment, virtual addiction, virtual crime…virtual prison?

Virtual death: online condolences, paid by virtual acpuaintances who have no time or desire to physically comfort those who suffer an all-to-real grief.

Perhaps we just live forever, our virtual selves floating in virtual reality, with virtual pieces of our virtual existence roaming from one server to another without ever being purged, “ghosts in the machines.”

George Orwell wrote of the viewscreen, of the power it would have over society. And here we are.

Is there a real cure for our common virtual disease?

Does it even have a real name?Are we living a virtual life in a virtual world, or are we dead already?

Not Exactly Non-Negotiables

There are times when I really miss my brain, and the past week or so has been one of those times. The harder I try to put words together, the harder they are to find. However, I did find some words on a bookmark the other day that sort of fit in with the list of non-negotiables, so here they are:

Speak to people.

Smile at people.

Call people by their names.

Be friendly and helpful.

Be cordial.

Be genuinely interested in people.

Be generous with praise–cautious with criticism.

Be considerate with the feelings of others.

Be thoughtful of the opinions of others.

Be alert to give service.

OR, as my dad would say: Be alert; the world needs more lerts.