I talked about abuse and made you uncomfortable? Good.

I talked about abuse and made you uncomfortable? Good.


via I talked about abuse and made you uncomfortable? Good. – Natalia Antonova




Women Who Run With the Wolves

We Were Made For These Times – Clarissa Pinkola Estes

My friends, do not lose heart. We were made for these times. I have heard from so many recently who are deeply and properly bewildered. They are concerned about the state of affairs in our world now. Ours is a time of almost daily astonishment and often righteous rage over the latest degradations of what matters most to civilized, visionary people.


You are right in your assessments. The lustre and hubris some have aspired to while endorsing acts so heinous against children, elders, everyday people, the poor, the unguarded, the helpless, is breathtaking. Yet, I urge you, ask you, gentle you, to please not spend your spirit dry by bewailing these difficult times. Especially do not lose hope. Most particularly because, the fact is that we were made for these times. Yes. For years, we have been learning, practicing, been in training for and just waiting to meet on this exact plain of engagement.

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Reflections on the Las Vegas Massacre

First and foremost I wish to express my condolences and sympathies to the victims and their families of the latest gun massacre. Sadly, we do this so often in America that sometimes it can get rather numbing to the true horror that is the state of American gun culture. It also seems that over time the general trend is for these massacres to get bigger and more lethal. Yet we don’t want to acknowledge the truth of our predicament and deal with it in any productive fashion that may solve this problem once and for all.

Moreover, we have a rich tradition of gun myths to reassure ourselves with. Frustratingly, when confronted with facts, the hardcore gun enthusiasts melt down into a hysterical sobbing mass of threatened masculinity before retreating to their online enclaves of conspiracy theories and lies to undermine any chance of reforming the situation as it stands in modern America.

To make matters worse, they always retreat to the most extreme and paranoid railings against imagined liberal attempts using fictional “false flags” to steal their guns so they can’t defend themselves against our government. They raise false claims that “gun control” doesn’t work and cite Australia, Europe, and Great Britain as supposed examples of how terrorism is just as deadly and rampant as it is here in the U.S. in spite of their strict gun laws. The fact is Europe over all has far fewer deaths from guns and terrorism combined than America has.

In general, American gun owners only worry about their rights to have guns. They have no pity or compassion on others. They weave their tales of “false flags” and “crisis actors” so proficiently that no one has any pity on the children that die. After all, according to them no one really died. The fact is dead children at Sandy Hook couldn’t even dissuade Americans from their guns due to their maneuverings.

Even though other countries have eliminated mass shootings by banning all guns, few are advocating that here. Yet, even merely suggesting common sense and reasonable protections to ensure the safety of the general public is greeted with hostility even before the bodies of the dead are cold. Honestly, a few common sense regulations might help prevent this sort of tragedy. Americans are not receptive to more thorough background checks, or the banning of certain semi automatic weapons that have “bad ass” appeal to immature people, or that can be easily converted to fully automatic. Nor are Americans open to the banning of certain accessories that can convert semi autos to fully autos, suppress the noise of bullets, and high capacity magazines that enable large harvests of fatalities.

What it comes down to is that we lack political will to deal with this growing problem. We would rather go into denial than confront our spoiled rotten and entitled men who insist it is their God given right to have guns for whatever purpose they deign appropriate. We need to deal with the NRA running amok over the desire of most of the American people. We need to get firm and put a stop to this madness with whatever it takes. Unless we do, this shooting will soon be forgotten like all the others until the next one. It will go on and on with no solution at this rate.

How many more are going to have to die before we put a stop to this madness?




It’s not what you think

I think he nailed it on the GenX angst here.
Chemical or not, it’s really frustrating to be part of the generation that works their asses off but can never catch a break. I’m talking breaking even here, not even “winning” by a long shot. Winning is a fairy tale, it’s for other people. Honestly I was grunge before there was grunge. I my South St. Louis “hoosier” neighborhood, we were all grunge by default. Small h on hoosier because South St. Louis hoosiers are not the same as Indiana Hoosiers. My sister and I were on the music scene there wearing our flannel shirts and faded jeans while listening to and making music that was still decidedly punk but heading somewhere else that we could only imagine but knew when it finally exploded onto the charts. We were both there (with a lot of others) during the bridge years between Punk and Grunge. We experienced all the depression, cynicism, anger, and anxiety that went with it to. I know Angie has fought depression while I’ve been more low key about it. I’m the one that always seemed sunny and cheerful but like most GenXers I’ve had the same battles. Like other GenXers, I prefer to be left alone to. I might have partied like a fiend with the rest of them but when the party was over I was like the rest yelling, “Get the hell out of here!” or “Go home!”
The fact is, GenX should be grown up by now, and most outwardly are. We shouldn’t be wrestling with this stuff still but I have a feeling that GenX will always wrestle with these things. I suspect it’s just who we are.

The First Ten Words by Rich Larson

Chris Cornell, 1964-2017

Chris Cornell died early Thursday morning. His band Soundgarden played a show on Wednesday night at the Fox Theater in Detroit. Two hours after the show ended, he was gone.

For two days, I’ve been working on a piece to pay tribute to him, and it’s been a struggle. Usually when I have a problem like this it’s because I’m staring at a blank screen trying to figure out what I want to say. That’s not the problem this time. The problem is I have way too much to say.

I’m not going to sit here and claim to have been a huge fan of Soundgarden. I didn’t dislike them, I just had to take them in small doses. I was a fan of Cornell. I love “Seasons,” the solo song he had on Cameron Crowe’s movie, Singles. It’s a droning acoustic song about isolation and the…

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A Time to Shake the Dust From your Feet

People do such horrible deeds to each other over a little bit of money or mere material possessions. They abandon all honor and ethics. In my family they will even throw first degree relations to the street without any notice. They will break sacred trusts. Some people in my family completely lack ethics, twist the truth to suit their ends, The worst of them is my mom, who behind the scenes instigates such horrors for her own amusement, greed, jealousy, and sheer spite.

Under the encouragement of our mom, my sister is being kicked out of our family home by a young man that she brought into this world.  I suppose our mom figures she can get ahold of some of the money and it will also satisfy a deep vendetta she had against our father’s family due to nothing other than her evil heart. His motive was laid bare in a google search yesterday. He is kicking his birth mother out of her family home (5 generations) in order to buy a Corvette. I’m just asking every one to pray for my sweet sister, Angela Clark that she finds a new home in quick order that will be hers for as long as she wants it and no one can take from her. Pray that she has enough time to move all our generations of things.

She’s just devastated by this turn of events. She brought him into this world at great personal sacrifice and always watched him from nearby like a benevolent god mother. Recently Angie’s gift of life was turned into a smear of “whore” against her under our mom’s influence of him. She trusted him and now he violated the terms of the estate (which was misrepresented and mishandled, possibly in an illegal fashion it turns out) with no real recourse. She’s heart broken that she is losing her home and her only child treated her this way.

I have to say, I am so disappointed in my mom. I know she’s a witch but this takes the cake. She goes and sits in her Church of Christ every Sunday, all self righteous and in full Bible lawyer mode, nit picking scripture to rationalize her way to heaven. She hasn’t fooled me and she hasn’t fooled God, even though she really believes she has. Her heart is hard and she lacks love and desperately needs prayers. As for me, I’ve been through this for decades, over and over again, and can’t take her toxic, narcissistic personality (also borderline pd) any more. At this point I’ve had enough. I will never speak to her again as long as I live. I never want to see her again either. Years of abuse from her have taken their toll. I’m done now and need to move on with my life with people who deserve my time, attention, and affection.

Honoring Those That Came Before

Today seems to be a good day to remember and honor my Great Grandma Elizabeth Schmidt. Today I found hope and found some peace in what happened to her. Today I saw that women in America and all around the world are a sisterhood.


“Those who have long enjoyed such privileges as we enjoy forget in time that men have died to win them.“ – Franklin D. Roosevelt”
We usually think of veterans when we think of the quote above. However, there are others who have died for these “privileges” (rights?) some of us enjoy.

Here is a picture of an actual suffragist from back in the day. She had a teaching certification from Cornell and worked hard supporting her family. She was married and had a loving supportive husband. One of the things he supported was that she was a working mom. btw, He was a rancher.

At some point she got this crazy notion that she should be allowed to vote and have full civil rights. So she went to a big city to march (I think it was Chicago) and was arrested. After she was arrested she was imprisoned along with many other women who marched with her. They went on a hunger strike and the wardens decided to force feed them.

They had this horrible contraption that really was more like a torture device. It involved forcing the women’s jaws open with a mechanism akin to a trap device. It would spring open with great force and broke many of these ladies jaws in the process.

The lady in the picture wasn’t that fortunate. The next step was to insert a feeding tube. Once again, very little attention to the woman’s wellbeing was considered. So, they punctured her esophagus with that tube. She developed an infection that proved fatal and was sent home to die. Also, she couldn’t eat either and starvation may have contributed to her death as well. She died about six months before the Nineteenth Amendment was ratified.

My grandma was 12 years old when she lost her mother and mourned her all the rest of her days. She made sure I knew how my great grandma died.

So, pardon me if I find it completely unacceptable to treat women as second class citizens (sub-humans really) in civil society (outside of church) for supposed religious reasons. American women paid for these rights with their very lives. These rights were not given to them by some chauvinist men in a fit of benevolence either. Our women paid for these rights with their blood. The thing about basic human rights is that they are not earned or granted, they are inherent. So sadly, what happened to her and others should never have happened, but its always been this way and the same for all groups seeking full rights and inclusion.