Roaring down the mountains,
Fire comes, unexpected
No time to flee
Cars melt in the flames
Hell has come to Paradise
Ash, soot, bitter toxics
Smoke chokes the state for days
Lives drifting on the wind
The ashes of Paradise
(tip jar in my profile)
Other people have said it better than I, but if you live in a potential fire zone, be prepared. Be extra prepared. If you can see forest from your house, have a evacuation plan.
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Your fucking religion shouldn't tell someone else what to do. One religion shouldn't dictate the law of the United States. We are not a fucking theocracy.
But there's more to it than that.
We are talking about a fundamental right, to life and liberty here - the right of the woman.
The zygote/fetus is a dependent organism. Even if you believe life begins at conception, the host (woman) still has a right to abort that "life".
In US law, there is the concept of bodily autonomy, even for the dead:
.... Under existing law, if a person prefers not to donate any organs or tissue after she dies may be buried or cremated or otherwise laid to rest with her organs intact. This means, among other things, that even when there is an organ shortage and people who might otherwise have lived will die without a transplant from a suitable donor, the government lacks the power to take organs from a potential donor who, prior to her death, did not consent to donation. In fact, as I have discussed elsewhere, the legal presumption, in the absence of evidence one way or the other, is that people have refused to donate their organs post-mortem.
One way of thinking about this approach is to say that our bodies belong to us, both in life and in death, and we have the right not to share them with anyone else, no matter how helpful such sharing would be or how necessary to save lives. By respecting people's right to refuse to donate organs upon death, then, we are showing respect for each individual's dignity rather than viewing people instrumentally, whether alive or dead, as organ donors.
These rights exist for the living as well. They can't hook someone up to you as a dialysis machine, or demand your kidney, blood or marrow, even if the recipient would be your parent, sibling or offspring (who would be the most likely match)!!
So why in the living fuck would a fetus have more rights?
Because pregnancy is a "natural" process, and the fetus is "where it should be"? So are worms and other parasites, but that doesn't give them a right to leech your blood and marrow. (Yes, an unwanted fetus is a parasite. In the case of rape, it is a parasite violently implanted by another person.)
Because it's your own "blood kin"? See above about parents, siblings or children. They don't have a claim on your body for life support.
So when you say "No Abortion", you are saying, essentially, that a woman does not have a right to decide what use her literal tissue will be put to. You are literally saying that a pregnant woman has fewer rights than a dead man whose son needs one of his kidneys or a bone marrow transplant.
You are essentially saying that she is a walking womb, a slave to biology and a man's sperm, having no choice but to risk her life (yes, folks, pregnancy is a risk to the woman's life, even if it seems to be going well) for the sacred fetus.
I don't care whether that's "what she was designed to do" - I don't believe in your designer, and even if I did there is still free will involved. Women are not animals, to be kept as a vessel for breeding children, cokking, cleaning and fucking. To hell with that shit.
So bodily autonomy, free will, and the right to privacy all come into play in the abortion matter.
That these "Pro (unborn) Life" people want to push their twisted beliefs about women into US law is horrifying. Most of these assholes (mostly older white men) want to restrict or ban contraceptives, too, because they interfere with "nature" (and their control over women.)
Now, of course, anything to do with pregnancy and being female is on the slate for being classified a "pre-existing condition". Women will become virtually uninsurable by the time most of them are thirty, except if they are married to rich men with jobs that cover their spouses.
They are trying to drive women back into the kitchen, stay at home slaves to their wombs and the men who own them. But that time is gone. We have had the taste of freedom, and it will live on, even in whispers, if they succeed for a time.
Why DW? A few reasons: US owned and operated. Open source software. Not anti-gay Russian crazy law.
While my journal is not pornographic or even smutty, I deal with adult themes, adult language (I swear like a sailor), and adult life - therefore it is marked 18+. If you aren't 18+, sorry.
What a crock of shit.
Seriously, would these straight, white hetero, Christian men like for the rest of us to start "debating" if they should be "allowed" to marry a woman, be straight without losing their jobs and homes, walk down the street without being subject to search because they might be a Christian Nationalist terrorist or opioid addict, or whether they should be allowed to purchase condoms or viagra without the permission of their wives or mothers? I very much doubt it.
You see, when marginalized people stand up for their rights, they aren't demanding "special" rights. They don't want to jump the line at the county clerk's office for a marriage license, they don't want to annul hetero marriages, they don't want to outlaw Christianity and deport all Christians and white people as suspected Christian Fundamentalist or White Power terrorists. They don't want to search every white person at least once aevery ten minutes when they're walking down the street, and put them in handcuffs on the ground if they've ever had martial arts training.
That non privileged people just want what the privileged people have - equal rights to life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness, privacy, freedom of conscience, freedom of association, ability to work and be paid the same as anyone else with equal skill, the right to have a place to live that isn't in a slum, etc.
These things aren't suitable for debate. Because if a person doesn't think that marginalized people are entitled to equal rights, then they don't believe that those things are rights at all.
Yes, I drifted away from LJ/DW, entertaining myself with the frivolity of Farcebook and the supposedly serious environs of Medium. I even used my wallet name on Twitter.
After a while it felt like I was exposed, my self raw for the world to abuse, judged for my name, gender, gender presentation, age, disability and occupation rather than the content I wrote. I'm not used to having my personal and professional life so damned intertwined.
I have decided that my primary posting location will be Dreamwidth, because fuck Russia.
Most of my stuff will stay friends only. My paranoia is starting to get tweaked by the creeps in the White House and Congress.
I would like to offer a smack upside the head to all the people who have been using my wallet name and my pseudonym interchangeably. It is very uncomfortable, especially nowadays, especially as I'm finally allowing myself to explore why I don't fit my birth gender identity. (People who've known me a long time know that I haven't been comfortable as "female" for most of my life, but don't have a burning need to perform masculinity either.)
Anyway, hi to people I haven't talked to in a while.
Sure, you might claim to be "involved(a)", but if I'm "committed(b)", and you can just butt the fuck out.
Note: Think a ham and eggs breakfast. The chicken is (a)involved, the pig is (b)committed.
I got lucky - I found a (temp) job I could get to by transit, and another apartment that I could (just barely) afford. I moved on the last weekend before the end of my notice. All during this time I had no medical insurance, of course, so even when I trashed my ankle a few months later, I just ace bandaged it, stayed home from work for two days (unpaid) and took lots of ibuprofen.
But I will never forget, staring into a dingy bathroom mirror on a soon to be overpriced slum apartment (complete with roaches), telling myself I would never let myself get that desperate again. I already had too many men catcalling me on the streets, following me home from the bus, etc - how the fuck would I survive without even a car to lock myself into? How would I cook, what could I eat or drink?
Ever since then, I've always had a few months of food "in case". I've always tried to keep a car that I could sleep in, if I had to. I always had "camping gear" available, ready to hand. I've always had a plan B, plan C, and plan D, and fret if I don't.
I always will.
I wasn't raised a few weeks away from homelessness. I was middle class, professional parents, etc.
But that was before Ronald Reagan was president, and the shredding of the safety net.
So every time someone shits on the homeless, I take it personally. That could have been me, but for a lucky call from a temp agency. The only difference, in a lot of cases, is that they never got that lucky call.
Two of my roommates were homeless before they moved in with me. Both veterans.
I don't go on marches and all of that. But my friends know that if they're a bit short on food, if I've got something they can use to eat, it's theirs for the asking. If someone needs a couple months crash, if I've got room, they can have a roof for a while, but not necessarily forever.
I will not vote for a Republican who is heir to anything resembling Reagan's "legacy".
No matter how much I make, no matter how high I rise, a part of me will always be a terrified twenty-something looking at living on the street with nothing.
Yeah, December was fucking cold, but holy shit!!! 3240 kwh???? Plus, January has yet another rate increase. 90% of that is at $0.363/kwh - tier 4, let us bleed you white because you dare to heat your home or have electronics.
Tier 4 is 200% of baseline and over, but the fucking baseline is set for a single person in an efficiency apartment, with one small fridge, one dinky tv, and no gadgets or electric heaters. Not an old victorian with a one lung furnace, several computers, cell phones, tablets, stereos, multiple fridge/freezers, and 5 people!
I have hated their ever-shrinking baseline since I was in a two bedroom apartment. I haven't been under baseline since I was in a one bedroom with no TV and a small fridge by myself. Then my bill actually showed a small uptick when I used my freaking sewing machine. That was 30 years ago, and the fuckery has only gotten worse.
I will be so glad when I get the solar installed. That will knock down the top half of my bill. The utilities aren't liking solar power much, it eats into their obscene profits. They can't gouge as much at the top tier, fuck you in the ass without lube, rate.
I have had phone screens and interviews since the day after I was let go. Unfortunately, it's still an employers market (thank you, GOP) and they want the usual laundry list of every specific little program in their environment. Some of them even call me about contract opportunities at my previous employer!
Fighting the winter unemployed blues, but doing OK if I remember to take my supplements, especially vitamin D3.
I still need to put the new power supply in my Linux desktop (the original blew last July) and unload the half dozen or so blog posts and stories that are trying to burst out of my brain. I can't do them on my laptop because it would aggravate my RSIs too much. I may need to take the Windoze netbook and see if it will run Dragon Dictate or something.
My health is okay, but I really need to get a new neuro to get an updated sleep study and script for Imitrex.
Because I have had high (as in above $600) utility bills, I did qualify for zero down solar. Considering how much the PG&E rates have been ratcheting up in the last few years, locking in my rate increases on half my utility costs to 2.9%/year is a good deal - it flattens my cost curve a lot. Plus, if I overproduce, I can sell to the grid, which actually helps stabilize the grid on hot days. I had said when I owned this place I wanted solar, now it's going to happen. Still need $$$ to do painting and other repairs. If I get work in the new two months, I can use the liquidated stock for house repairs.
I got my latest PG&E bill on Saturday. $993!!! When I changed the account into my name we lost the medical baseline, and neither I or the other person has been able to see the doctor to get certified.
Happy Solstice. I've been out of work for two weeks. Have a nice fucking Giftmas to the assholes behind the cuts. I hope I hear about it when you get yours.
Three years earlier D had gastric-bypass surgery after which she lost an extraordinary amount of weight. By 2008 she needed a skin-reduction operation. In August D went back into the hospital for that surgery. Within a few days of the operation she became terribly ill. Her intestines had unexpectedly twisted causing her to become septic. Eight days later she was gone.This woman's daughter had been bullied about her mother's weight. Not her own, her mother's weight. After she committed suicide over this and other bullying, her mother, D, got the bypass surgery. Three years later she was dead from complications. So now there were two casualties from the fat-shaming.
Gastric bypass is major, life threatening surgery. It can kill you just as dead as committing suicide from bullying. It's elective, no matter how much your doctor bullies you into it. No matter how much supposedly well meaning friends and family try to bully you into it.
What bypass pushers are saying is they would rather see you dead than "fat".
Yes, it's your choice, but the fact is that it can kill you earlier than any supposed "complications of obesity". Sure, people get lucky, for a while, then 3 or more years later can die anyway. It also causes severe malnutrition and calcium leaching.
Ask yourself this: Is living up to society's expectation for a trim appearance worth dying for, worth leaving your family desolate and grieving? Is being fashionable worth your life?
Then make your choice.
P.S.: I know some of my friends who read this have had the surgery. Since it's your body, it's your choice. However, I can't agree with you on it. I'll support you in doing what you wish, but a part of me cries at the risk and the waste. I don't want to attend your funeral because of fashion.