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Oh, the addition of Palin only gets richer, doesn’t it?

First, perpetuating the notion that anyone with a vagina will do (yes, perpetuating… I’ve been paired up with other women while my spouse golfs, simply because we’re women… “er, don’t all vaginas love to shop?!”).

Then… boy, aren’t you just fighting the urge to wonder if this anti-choice (remember, we don’t say “pro-life” anymore, ’cause we’re all pro LIFE!) didn’t somehow manipulate this? Okay, no, maybe not. But still… let’s see ol’ Palin address the virtues of abstinence-only sex ed now! Mwah ha haaa!

Take that, bitch!

I haven’t piped up about the election stuff at all. More to come soon, friends. I’m alive - going through some major changes!

xo,
FW

Palin says 17-year-old daughter is pregnant - Yahoo! News

By LIZ SIDOTI, Associated Press Writer 30 minutes ago

ST. PAUL, Minn. - John McCain’s running mate Sarah Palin said Monday that her 17-year-old unmarried daughter is five months pregnant, an announcement aimed at rebutting Internet rumors that Palin’s youngest son, born in April, was actually her daughter’s.

A statement released by the campaign said that Bristol Palin will keep her baby and marry the child’s father. Bristol Palin is five months pregnant, and the baby is due in late December.

“Our beautiful daughter Bristol came to us with news that as parents we knew would make her grow up faster than we had ever planned. We’re proud of Bristol’s decision to have her baby and even prouder to become grandparents,” Sarah and Todd Palin said in the brief statement.

“Bristol and the young man she will marry are going to realize very quickly the difficulties of raising a child, which is why they will have the love and support of our entire family,” they added.

Sarah Palin’s son Trig was born in April with Down syndrome. Internet bloggers have been suggesting that the child was actually born to Bristol Palin but that her mother, the Alaska governor, claimed to be the mother.

McCain adviser Mark Salter said the campaign announced the daughter’s pregnancy to rebut those rumors.

Senior McCain advisers said the Arizona senator and his top aides had known about Bristol’s pregnancy before offering Palin the No. 2 spot on the GOP ticket.

“Senator McCain’s view is this is a private family matter. As parents, (the Palins) love their daughter unconditionally and are going to support their daughter,” said McCain spokesman Steve Schmidt.

Said Schmidt: “Life happens.”

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The doctor said that I’ve got a virus in my lungs. It wasn’t until I got home, napped, got up from the nap, wandered the house, that I thought “what the hell does that mean?!”

I think this might be what we’re looking at: www.medicinenet.com/respiratory_syncytial_virus/article.htm.

That is, “The respiratory syncytial virus (RSV) is a virus that causes mild respiratory infections such as colds and coughs in adults but in young children can produce severe pulmonary diseases including bronchiolitis and pneumonia.”

I don’t have bronchitis or pneumonia. I do feel -even more today- like my lungs are weighte balloons. And tired. I don’t even have the energy to let out a yelp of discomfort. So, in my saintlike way, I am suffering silently. (Just the tap-tap-tap of the keys…)

Woe is me and
I am woe.
We, woe and me, are one.
Would there be a race
between woe and me
Woe would have surely won.

I’m focusing mostly on the bit about lungs hurting everytime I breathe. I’m having some strange physical thing. I can’t say exactly when it started, but less than a month ago and more than a week ago. I get winded easliy -but not when I walk at 5:30 am- and my lungs ache. I yawned tonight and took a deep breath and the pain was quick, sharp and went into my shoulder blade. Needless to say, I let out a yelp.

I have an event after work, so didn’t get home until 10-ish. It’s a long drive (about an hour, or roughly 5 billion dollars in gas-speak) and me being me… I had to practice deep breathing. I’d do a surprise attack deep breath: “aHA, lungs! Gotcha!” and slow ambling southern ones (I don’t know what that means either, but play along with me, will you?): “Ah’ve always r’lied on the kindness of lungs…”

Anyway I tried it, it hurt. La Gordita, who is now a Mary Kay Consultant (soon we’ll all sport colorful faces with mannequin-like skin), gave her diagnosis: “You have achey lungs.” When questioned about her credentials to make such a edgy statement, she simply said, “I’m a Mary Kay expert. I just know things now.”

Naturally, my self-diagnosis began earlier in the day. My good friend, Dr. Google, provided a plethora of options from which to choose. I’m leaning towards asthma, but will accept just about anything but cancer. I don’t know what an iron lung is, but it makes me think of Iron Butterfly, so perhaps that wouldn’t be so bad. Those of you who know me are aware of my love of accessories, so perhaps… oh, no. That’s just stupid talk.

Was it last summer when we had the breast cancer scare? Yes. That all turned out to be okay. And as painful as that blasted biopsy was, there should have been some kind of answer besides, “Nope, it was probably just some tissue folded over on itself.” The nerve of that nurse: “You know, some women can’t even tell a needle is in their breast!” REALLY? Because I could have narrated ever damned second of that needle’s presence!

I digress. (surprise!)

This has nothing to do with the breast thing. I’m certain. I do have allergies (I’m actually allergic to just about everything! I’m DELICATE, I say!) It is making me edgy, though. M suggested that maybe I’m having panic attacks. I asked if perhaps a sense of PANIC shouldn’t be present and he backed off. (Panic attack my ass!) There’s something in my lungs, I say. A nest of treefrogs, maybe, or perhaps a nest of vipers.

Now, no doubt you are wondering about the rest of life - I haven’t really written much since my mother returned to California. I’ve been somewhat paralyezd by all that happened. I’ll be brief because it is now late and I am tired. And my lungs hurt.

Before she left, my mother forwarded me these two definitions:

Bully:
bul·ly
n. pl. bul·lies

1. A person who is habitually cruel or overbearing, especially to smaller or weaker people.
2. A hired ruffian; a thug.

Brute
–noun
1. a nonhuman creature; beast.
2. a brutal, insensitive, or crude person.

These are her descriptions of someone very close to me. It troubles her.

I felt the roundness of the earth
walking
sunshine
full clouds
melding into blue sky
so full sky
and
roundness the fullness
the fullness of earth and sky
the fullness of life
the simple touch
a dotting eye
and
i felt the roundness of the earth
walking
sunshine
full clouds
melding
blue sky
full sky
dotting
my eye

It feels like things are spiraling. I can’t get get life aligned properly so that there’s a positive feel to it. It’s lopsided. Yet I maintain my sunny optimism… mostly.

From a discussion today, I (re-)learned that actions do speak louder than words. That if someone apologizes for something yet continues to do it, their apologies are probably not sincere. So you take those with a grain of salt.

I’m going to have to deliver an ultimatum to my mom… which doesn’t feel good (and I haven’t even done it yet). I actually did set a date for her to be someplace other than my house, but she pretty much threw it back at me. I’m going to have to do it again and be prepared to have buckets of guilt, shame and manipulation dumped on my head. Over and over again.

I feel sad but okay. I know that growth requires such things as action, even sometimes pain. I still don’t like it.

Android: more blue candles. Stat.

Hey, Havana S!

I promised a shout-out if you came to visit, so here’s hoping you do.

Havana is my new friend on Second Life. It’s loads of fun. My name there? I’ll never tell!

First one, then the other. Then both at once. It’s the battle of the me’s.

With Franque as the audience, they perform whenever possible (er… necessary?). Did I say perform? No, it’s truly a battle.

Let me tell MY story!
No! MY story!

MY childhood!
NO! MY childhood!

MY grandmother!
NO! MY grandmother!

As I sit there, in between, chewing food only to send it down to the ever-expanding ulcer. Waiting, watching, in pain. Emotional pain.

A narcissistic melody. Screechy and inane.

Madness.  

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I heard this woman on NPR the other night. Her story is very touching.

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Day after day, night after night, I see that comedians feel quite comfortable spewing out jokes about Hillary Clinton. Yet I’ve not heard a peep about Barack Obama. Not a thing.

I’m guessing it’s because he’s black and nobody wants to get a hand-slapping for saying something that might be construed as racist.

But why is it okay to be sexist?

A feminist perspective of these two candidates might go like this: It’s still a “man’s world.” Penises are above vaginas (correctly, “vaginae,” but that feels awkward to type!). First the white penises, then the penises of color. And it’s the same for the vaginas.

Political correctness, it seems, extends to skin color, but not beyond.

Another day I will go into more detail, but it’s been a crazy time (hence my absence) and I’m exhausted.

Be well, all!

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