Thursday, April 21, 2005

I have seen the enemy, his name is rick.

A man brings a fetus home. The fetus was born premature, at 20 weeks. The man takes his bundle of joy to his children, aged 6,4, and 1 1/2. The man spends several hours with his children hugging, kissing, and singing to the dead would-be-child. Photos are taken, and are prounly displayed. They name the "child" Gabriel. What serial killer is this? Sadly, to the best of my knowledge, this is no serial killer. This isn't something from the crime library, nor something out of the pages of Batman. This is the private life of Senator Rick Santorum.
Normally, I'm not the type of person who cares about the private lives of politicians. To be honest, I tend to find them nonfactors, so long as they do their job. I don't believe in electing popes and saints to run the United States. My anger, my disgust, my rage here is not because he is a member of the government, but because this is a human being who is abusing his children, and getting away clean. I'll be the first to admit, I'm a morbid son of a bitch. On top of that, I don't like children much either. But taking a dead fetus, having children hug it, kiss it, sing to it...goes to far even into my imagination. There is no justification for this sort of abuse. Just the scene of parents having sex together can shatter the psyche of children, so what the hell is something like this going to do? Someone call Child Protection Services!
Senator Santorum portrays this as an act of love and teaching. He seeks to teach his children that "Gabriel" was their brother, a living human being, and not just an abstract fetus. Child molesters also see their acts as a form of love. This man is sick. And the scary part is, he actually believes what he is saying and doing. I'm willing to give some leeway to the motive itself. Though I disagree with his conclusion, if he had brought home pictures, and sat down with his kids and explained the very same thing, I might have actually had an ounce of respect for the man. He would have been bringing reality, and love (and even his point of view) to the kids, helping them to understand what happened. But that isn't what occurred here. His ilk speaks of a "culture of life." The only thing present here is a "cult" and certainly not of life, but of death. While others may exploit the powerful imagery of Santorum for petty politics, I feel that he is something far more scary.
I do feel bad for the Santorum's and their loss. However, there are things you do not do to children. He has crossed a line. Someone call DYFS. Someone get those kids away from him. Having pictures of "Gabriel", and speaking about "him" the way he does, is not the product of a sane mind. It plays out like the satirical "UNITED APPEAL FOR THE DEAD" in the Kentucky Fried Movie, however there is no laughter, or Bruce Bixbie (also dead).
I have hate and fear for this man. He must go down. His kind must go down...before they destroy us all.

Monday, April 11, 2005

It's like walmart merging with disney

"India and China can together reshape the world order." These words of Indian Prime Minister Manmohan Singh chill my bones. One third of the world population forming an agreement is a scary thought. Jeez...if these two get their act together and are friendly. Yikes.

Friday, April 08, 2005

DO kick the duck.

Ok, I was annoyed at all the public money spent for the Shrub welcome back party. However, protecting a duck is just going too far.

Cool

I'm really interested in the subject of my property class today (yes, I know I'm blogging in class). We're dealing with intellectual prop. Very cool stuff. From what I heard, the other classes in previous years didn't get to do this. Shame. It's really nifty. Today we're discussing MGM v. GROKSTER, which deals with file sharing. Anyways, back to full attention.

Poll dancer

I always like to see public opinion polls. It's amusing to watch how they cause reactions, not in the political figures, who react more to their own private polls, but rather in the reader themselves. Say something, and it will become what is true, because it was said. Here we have shrub and the shrubbettes getting a low rating. I just want to remind everyone that this fucker was re-elected. They brought their manure and now they don't like it. fuckers. they knew what they were getting this time.

Ooooh.

Hey Caroline...doesn't this sound fun?

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Fucking Floridians

They really have nothing to do in Florida. According to this bill, the requirement that one take REASONABLE steps to make a SAFE retreat is no more. Pointless. The law as it is requires, OUTSIDE YOUR HOME, you to make as safe as a retreat as possible. If you can't, do what you need to. But the law puts a value on human life. A sliding scale based on threat and urgency is what the law is normally. This is just the product of some redneck pandering to their idiot public.

This weekend

Not much time to talk. This weekend was awesome. Saw Caroline. She's wonderful. Great weekend with her. She treated me well. There is some pain/sass in me. I'm so glad I went. She makes me smile still. She'd better know that! :)

I hate mother nature

Things are going wrong in my life. We knew that. Murphy's law is taking a dump on me. Academically, I'm struggling, and it seems all my brilliance in schedualling is going to get undone. My romantic life has caused me intense pain. And socially I'm dead right now. Let's not even talk about money. So I figured, ok, I'll do something good and healthy for myself. I figured I'd take my new bike for a ride in the park yesterday. I had a great time. I forgot how much fun it was to ride a bike. And I forgot how quick it was too! I can't believe how quick I got from my place to Oakland using the bike. The hills were irksome because I'm out of shape, but it was still fun. I got home, a little tired, but in a great mood. Thirty minutes later my allergies kicked in. Oh god it was horrible. Nose...completely clogged. Breathing became difficult. Eyes burning..and the area above my eyelids became so swollen that my appearance changed. I fucking hate allergy season. April showers brings PAIN! PAIN! PAIN!

Why this blog?

I've got blogs all over the place. We knew that. That's part of the reason this blog is called "more eeps." But this one actually has a purpose. I'm going to try to work for the JURIST project this summer for credit. It would be neat, as it would require only 10 hours of my time a week for 2 credits, which I need...badly. Stay tuned.

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Hi! You've found me!

Wow! You've found a hidden eep! = )
That's so nifticool! This is my latest hidden eep form! Isn't that wonderful? Congrats!