christian pharmacists and satanists

“allowing pharmacists to withhold the morning after pill for religious beliefs is like allowing satanists to practice human sacrifice.”

both involve one person making a decision for another person,
based on their own religious beliefs,
that has a negative result on that other person.

except- one involves a religion that is more or less government sanctioned- christianity. cuz you know, this great, beautiful country was founded  on GOD and his christian children young whippersnapper!

and the other is admittedly full of fucked up attention seekers wanting to hurt people. but still. religious beliefs.

p.s.- america was founded by lots of criminals, like debtors. the religious folk that came here came to escape having their lives run for them by the english church. but our athiests, agnostics, muslims, buddhists, etc- they have no new world. that means we must make the world free for any religion. and while you’re allowed to choose your religion, you’re still assaulted daily by ‘under god’, ‘in god we trust’, and the idea that your pharmacist may refuse you a pill to purge a few cells.

unsurprisingly

i am no longer able to feel bad about the terrible day i had. competition was… nasty, but not too terrible. but when i got home, i got yelled at.

this would have been a post about how hateful my grandma is. i suppose what happened in rwanda doesn’t change that she is irrational, loud, cruel, and menopausal. however, i am far more fortunate than the tutsi (or even the hutu, back in the belgian-supported tutsi reign). therefore, it is much more reasonable to cry over the movie hotel rwanda, and then cry some more because nobody fixes it, than it is to cry over my day.

indeed, watching painful, horrid movies is a spectacular way to get a bit of perspective.

it is unconstitutional to be brown.

i’ve been putting off writing because i knew if i did i would have to write about how unhappy my english class makes me. i would say angry- because it does that too- but it’s not just anger. it’s unhappiness.

i love mr. hardy, he is a most brilliant teacher and he reminds me of a kindergarten teacher in a way- he’s simply swell. he also asks the sort of questions that make you think, if you have the capacity to do so, and i am of the opinion that his talent is wasted on our ‘pre ap’ english two class.

one of our journal prompts was about the secret prisons and whether such behavior is constitutional or not, and i remember reading hunter’s paper from the corner of my eye and it made me very unhappy.

he advocated the mental torture because he said it’s not like we’re physically hurting them, we’re just playing with their minds.

just playing.

that’s all.

and so many people said they deserved it because they’re terrorists and they plan to kill us.

because, being whisked away from your life and turned into a ghost by the government means you’re a terrorist without a doubt- you are guilty until proven innocent, yes? at least if you’re inconveniently brown.

we should bomb the whole area, said some of the people in stashia’s class.

it never got to that point because i spoke up at the very beginning and i spoke a lot. mr. hardy sort of cut me off in that good way that doesn’t insult, seizing upon what i’d said. then he mentioned how some people think the inalienable rights afforded us by our very existence and guaranteed by the constitution only apply to americans.

but americans aren’t safe either, i mentioned the patriot act.

i don’t think i changed anyone’s mind, though, so my approach wasn’t good.

but by the time i went to lunch (split period, so i had to go back and face them) i was shaking, that cold nastyness that touches me every time i speak my mind about something that really matters penetrating my bones.

i do not like my fellow sophomores.

no, native chileans, you can’t have that glacial water.

http://www.doublestandards.org/dickinson1.html

what the hell is wrong with people these days?

yes, let’s screw up these people’s lives by mining for gold. because we don’t need fresh, lovely, glacial water. no, gold is shinier.

now, repeat after me.

water sustains life.
gold causes people to argue, fight, war, and rape lovely glaciers.

yes, let’s make chile the next boliva. let’s contaminate this beautiful source of water for gold.

because profits are the only thing that matter anymore.

yes i know that gold helps the economy, profits help the workers and what-not, and it would probably give the country some sort of economic boost…

but what about the people in the valley?

/end hippie rant

p.s. i know chile isn’t bolivia, i know they actually are fairly better off.

don’t care. i would get just as pissy if this were somewhere else. potable water = good. water that has to be filtered 45897435 times so you don’t die doubleplusungood.

letters to the editor

Here’s a *little* tiny secret (I think I shared this with you once before, but it’s just a little reminder…)

As much fun as High School can be, don’t let it be the highlight of your life.

There is *so* much more to look forward to.

Trust me. I’m about 30 years ahead of you. The best is definately yet to come!

T. :)

dear thimbelle,
i know, but can’t i be a normal teenager and act like it is anyway?

pff, expecting maturity.

cassandra, this is NOT midlife crisis.

rachel, fucking tech theatre hell no fuck no SCREW THAT SHIT art here i come.

66 to 34

citizens of the u.s.a, you can resume your flag-burning without fear of legal repercussion.

i may not ever burn the flag.
i may not support burning the flag.
but i would die for your right to do so.