One Woman's Forced Ultrasound Story

From Texas:

Instead, before I’d even known I was pregnant, a molecular flaw had determined that our son’s brain, spine and legs wouldn’t develop correctly. If he were to make it to term—something our doctor couldn’t guarantee—he’d need a lifetime of medical care. From the moment he was born, my doctor told us, our son would suffer greatly.

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The Contraception Grift

Imagine you are rottenly and terminally sick with cancer. And someone comes up with a cure - a 100% cure - for your particular kind of cancer. It's made from pig pancreases. (Not as far-fetched as some might initially think: until the 1980s insulin was made from the pancreases of pigs, and many medicines are still made from pigs.)

The medicine, like so many medicines, is very, very expensive. But you work for, and have health insurance through, a Jewish-owned company. And they refuse to cover the medicine that will save your life, because its against the Jewish religion to have anything to do with pigs - even though you're not Jewish.

That's an illustration of what's really going on in the U.S. contraception boondoggle, although the people behind it desperately do not want people to look at like this. They want you to think it's about the poor suffering Catholic Church, and how the government is oppressing them. It's not. It's about your rights as an employee, just for starters, and the Catholic Church's, and all religious organizations', duty to be fair and decent players when they engage in society outside their religion.

This is nothing less than political grifting for uninformed voters, with truly ugly potential side-effects. It is truly abhorrent behavior.

Update: From February, solid proof that this is complete and utter and dangerous bullshit.

* post edited for clarity

RIP, Harry Stamper

I'm very sorry to say that my friend Tom Stamper's brother Harry Stamper died last Friday:

On Friday, March 9th, 2012 folksinger Harry Stamper passed away at his home in Charleston, Oregon. Harry Stanford Stamper, Jr. was born September 20th, 1944 to Harry and Viola Stamper in Roanoke, Virginia. Harry wrote prolifically on a range of subjects, although he was best known for his labor songs and his work with the ILWU, his union for 37 years. His song, “We Just Come to Work Here, We Don’t Come to Die” is considered a classic in labor and folk song circles. The song is featured on Classic Labor Songs from Smithsonian Folkways and on the album We Just Come to Work Here, We Don’t Come to Die: Songs of Health and Safety. Harry’s music has been recorded and performed by a wide array of musicians including Anne Feeney, Citizen’s Band and General Strike. Stamper’s lyrics were featured in Sing Out!

Tom introduced me to Harry many years ago, and I was especially honored to have him play an extended, hilarious and raucous set at my Open Mike in Ashland, in around 2005. Harry was a pro, a true pro, and an extremely funny, engaging, thoughtful, whip-quick, and just plain human human to be around. He was just a very special man, and it made my life better just to know him the little bit I did.

Sorry for the loss of your brother, Tom.

Here's an Oregon Public Broadcasting clip from 2001 on Harry. They did a nice job.



P.S. Found this, too. Very nice:

A musical tribute in Harry’s honor will be held at the ILWU Local 12 Hiring Hall, 2064 Sherman Ave., North Bend, Oregon on Saturday, March 17th at 2 p.m. The family wishes to make it a party that Harry would have liked to attend. Holly says, “We want to pack the house.” So come on prepared to play, sing and/or tell stories and celebrate a life well lived.

Moist. Invisible.

I had been up in the dream for some days in a row with Bob Dylan traveling the bowels of America, ingesting the weird hurt things there - Bob played me a song about this American trip later; he called it "Syria" - when Bob finally spoke in a somewhat understandable way, saying something like:

"Modern recording technology (he points to human, maybe dog silhouettes dancing in the distance) allows all the pieces to be put into one big broken piece again." He looks at me somewhat pleadingly: Did I see? The dancing silhouettes break into pieces.

Later, a doctor visits. "Would it help," he asks, looking directly at me, "if you were moist? Invisible?"

Disjunct Naturalists

Yet another promising looking site.

AwfulLibraryBooks.net

Looks promising.

Anti-Abortion and Anti-Contraception

Just a thought on U.S. political crap:  If you claim to be against legal abortion because it's about the "innocent unborn babies" or something like that, which is what every "pro-lifer" I've ever heard on the issue says it's about, and you're also against contraception—you are basically admitting that the abortion thing isn't about the "innocent unborn babies," aren't you? Think about it.

And this, from John Cole:

When did the 1st Amendment change from basically saying that you can practice whatever religion you want and you won’t be burned at the state as a heretic and we’re not going to form or recognize a national religion like the Church of England? When did it change to “everyone everywhere has to do what a bunch of old catholics in funny hats wants, because otherwise it hurts their feelings?” And why does it only apply to certain religions?

Egg-zactly. No pun intended.

Nancy Pelosi Joins Stephen Colbert

It keeps getting better.

 

Not In Kansas Anymore Moment

Christine had a hankering for an old favorite yesterday and brought this home from shopping:

"The Wild World of Batwoman" (1966)

When working on a publication on the subject of "nature," you sometimes stumble across things like this. And you are, for a while, happy.



I don't know what I like best: the trailer itself, or the fact that it plays twice.

Bottomfeeders

If you have a moment, listen to a song, and if you have another, make a little purchase. My favorites are "Sigh" and "Donald." (Listen to full songs here.)
 

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