Auurrgh.

It’s that time of year again (or one of?!) when the so-called Pro-lifers have their Annual National March for Life.

The march will proceed down pretty much most of the ‘business’ streets of downtown, just to make sure they piss us ALL off. Wow. Marches. Such an effective form of protest.

And heck no I ain’t offering constructive criticism. I’m having a “Know better now!” moment, masquerading as many more.

“Temporary road closures - delays to motorists are expected” [erm, from a random Canadian radio station. I should switch it off right aboot now].

What about the inconvenience and ‘delays’ they propose to. . . non-motorist residents of the area?

I may just have to leave the buildilng on this nasty humid/hot day (one of our firsts and I’ve had enough!). I don’t envy them their marching in this weather. . . Ah well. Maybe I’ll make friends with some of ‘em if I get out there. But it won’t be in answer to any instruction from some god/s I or anyone else made up. :O

I will apologise for any possibly apparent belligerence, if it seems overtly offensive - I do not mean to be belligerent, though I seem to have it down to a fine Artform at times - please have much salt with this (and any) entry and don’t take it personally, because trust me; I truly don’t have anything against (m)any people personally. I simply take (yes, emotional) issue with some of the ways in which other people choose to live their lives. I consider myself a fairly ‘in your face’ person, and I am human (nice to meet you! ;P) so I am making all the obvious mistakes and plenty of subtle gaffes to go about too - especially at this juncture in my life! But I myself have plenty of problems/issues in the “watch the preachiness, there!” area too, so I’m not one to be asking anything of anyone reading (that’s you, eh). If you happen to read this and it irks you, just move along quietly, as you were and such ^.^

There are definitely more actually worthwhile sites on any and all of these topics* but if you do happen to identify consciously (or even worse, unconsciously) as “anti-woman”, then please choose your words carefully. Yes; I am -that- close-minded / potentially-enraged / anal aboot it. But a lot of it stems from my own personal battles with a rather tenaciously misanthropic (yet unfortunately, at times, a great Muse for getting the rage/hate/pain out) facet of my Nature.

*(except for maybe U2 - CHALLENGE ME BASTIDS - erm. . . INSIDE voice. . .)

There are some fundamental personality clashes at issue here, and I won’t ever pretend to be your true friend (that is, if I’m not already), but I will treat you with the utmost respect as I try to do each and every single billions one of you Humans Erm, us!

I try to be a nice asshole. When I simply (well, consciously) deem it necessary to set a personal boundary I will not hesitate, though. Any more. EVER. Until it naturally stops happening altogether or settles into something which leaves me with a bit more room to breathe. They really weren’t lying when they told me I know myself best. . . now if only the “Aha!” moment on that one would hurry along. Now-ishly.

Okay, enough about me already. Oh no wait. I’m not done. Stay tuned for a little while longer if you can hack it. There are some pretty cool people in my Links / Blogroll pulldown off to the side if you need an escape hatch!

And . . . RESUME:

Although it’s not really of any public consequence, I feel the shamey, guilty, yet still-adamantly-confident need to disclose that should I become with kidlet down the road, regardless of any of the Five Ws and until I’m actually in the situation myself to be able to succinctly understand the chaotically visceral and amazing state that pregnancy tends to entail - suffice it to say I’ll busy myself with ‘Aunt’ duties to the various lil’ wunderkinds making their beautiful and real entries into the world. Woo-hoo Mutha Nature! [oh crapforcrap, where was I?!..]

If the term had gotten far enough along, I probably wouldn’t nor could I ‘abort’ (seriously - the Soft Language is killing us All. it’s mass S&M.). I made the decision fairly young that I would not have children (and it’s still sticking - I’m more surprised than you are!).

I mean, I’m no freaking murderer, let alone homicidal maniac, but I still might (and have already) very gladly made use of our ridiculously-available morning-after pill. It’s the most viable icky emergency contraception measure for myself until I somehow “get smarter” - read: STOP HAVING SEX.

Termed ‘icky’ in the sense of having to drug yourself. Any prescription or OTC you ingest is a toxin. Ask any ‘western’ medical student before they’ve become a doctor if you don’t quite believe it (other than on sheer common sense, that is. . .).

I am so VERY grateful to this country’s government since it’s still, at the very least, going through the motions of pretending to truly care about their fellow human wunderCanadianite-kinds, in some social respects, anyway. (This by way of their actions and NOT the status quo of graceful politico mouthy garbage! Yet sadly we still do better than average in that department as well.)

And perhaps to clear up confusion on my vague yet thunderous verbal attack on ‘drugs’ along the lines of ‘ask a med. student’, for anyone who’s not really sure what the heck I was talking aboot, try googlin’ the hilarity that is the Hippocratic Oath (ah, poor Hippocrates ?! ;P). Also, this looks kinda cool and maybe sorta related. I just found it, so no guarantees.

*THUNDER*! Oooh yeh - thunderstorm on those mindless-acting idgits.

Oh. No wait. I love the thunderous storms. Especially if I’m dressed up/down for it, in which case. . . rock on. Tunder n Lightnin away!

Okay, now for the fun part, in that I don’t intend it to return to politics later on. . .

Fun Part

HAPPY 47th, to my first musical infatuation-turned-love, Paul Hewson.

This also means it’s his eldest’s 28th this year too. Aww, shucks. I likely would have been terribly annoyed if my birthday were the same as my dad’s, for practical/logistical reasons turned angsty teen emotional - but it just seems too freaking adorable to me now. Don’t get me wrong - I don’t and wouldn’t want to give up my own March *wince*! Thirty’s going to be . . . interesting. Interestingly awesome?

Yeah. I’ll retreat to have the rest of my fun elsewhere lest I unleash any more affrontive-type rage here.

Bye Fun Part :’(

Perhaps I’ll go out timidly in an attempt to strike up conversation with some of the marchers. They’ll be everywhere and I do have to go pick up my new glasses (WOOHOO). Hm. I guess we’ll see if this hypocritical bitch and non-broodmare has the proverbial balls to do so [looking at the time, they’ll probably be just aboot finished by the time I make it out there, d’oh ]. . .

Ah well. It’s but another example of the consequences which can incur from the Anger, Rage (or another passion-imbibed emotion) in experiencing the loss of Time, Space and Self in various permutations. I’m getting there.

Now, despite my own unwieldly rage. . .

Peace, morally-inconsistent anti-women marchers

Here is where I try to close, a.k.a. “Shut myself up”. Yes; again.

I’ll take the liberty of enlisting the help of George Carlin, speaking this time on just your garden variety conservative (whether ‘abortionist’, classical, neo-, paleoconservatist or not, I gather. Being of an Irish-American background, his political views are largely U.S.-influenced, but don’t worry; we’ve got our own varied brands of conservatism up here, and imagine that - we apparently even have our very own version of the “American neoconservative”! Well, good for us! :\) :

If you’re pre-born, you’re fine. If you’re pre-schooled, you’re fucked.

Once you leave the womb, conservatives don’t care about you until you reach Military Age; then you’re just what they’re looking for. Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers.

[. . .]

Pro-Life! How can they be pro-life when they’re killing doctors? What sort of moral philosophy is that?

“We’ll do anything to save a foetus; but we might have to kill it later on if it grows up to be a doctor. . . “

Check out George Carlin’s sequel to Napalm and Silly Putty - More Napalm and Silly Putty (or should they have named it “The Softer Sides of..? Heheh. Next on my list is the omnibus. )

Wherein the Fun Part Goes Awry and Politics Weasel Their Way Back In

Don’t get me started on the SPP (Security and Prosperity my ar$e) and the utter crap we’re all getting ourselves into. *sneers* (Is that the second time I’ve sneered? !).

Our refusal to use pesticides a trade irritant? Please. As some other annoyed Canadian said, this is a classic example of our vast and varied races to the bottom.

“Stockwell Day
Minister of Public Safety”

Yeah. We’re real safe over here while this joker is at the helm of anything Safety-related. Public, even.

And our “Robot King“, Harper? Yeah. I’d be wary of bringing him up. And I’m not trying to pretend I know a whole heck of a lot on politics, either - mostly the reams of stuff I couldn’t ignore having worked in international trade / competition law offices for 6 years. You know lawyers. If they’re not lawyering and/or fighting the good fight [you -can- avoid the unworthy-of-anyone’s attention-let-alone-money lawyers if you know what to look for!], they’re trolling the office papers and magazines in which could very possibly be the information I may need to decide for whom not to vote (yes; if I’m going to bother . To someone’s credit, I think I’ve only missed one (possibly two) votes purposefully because nothing comes of my vote other than some extra campaign cash for who/which/whatever.

[Where is my friend Pines’ Daria icon when I need it?! I think it would come in useful here. I don’t think I have made it through an entire episode of Daria, yet I maintain I can’t stand it - pretty hypocritical, hmm? It’s too bad, really; I tend to dislike anything MTV-related until I can swipe a glimpse of it myself. And only then if I can get past my perceived ridiculousness of whichever show it happens to be. I’m sure I would have eaten it up as a teen, but in retrospect it seems alot safer this way. . .]

“If I ever lose my mind, I hope some honest person will find it and take it to Lost & Found.”

(”Bumper Sticker”, Disc 2 of Mr. Carlin’s More Napalm and Silly Putty. He’s a Real Sweetheart, not to mention a Frickin’ Genius). ^.^

Erm, and despite all of this posturing, please do feel free to respond with your own thoughts/rants regarding any portion of this jumble. I truly am interested in dialogue here

For though fierce, I’m but a lamb. . .
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(Wow. That was the ‘quickest’ post ever, at just over 2(?!) 4 hours. I’m durn proud. Hey - it takes a lot of editing to rein in this frenetic puppy.)

Now let’s go see if I get hassled on the way to pick up my new glasses so I can finally see properly again. Visually, at least.

*14 May 2007: Additional Editing for ‘toning down’. Then a tad more on 05/06 June for added coherency, but no one has to know, right? Oh wait.