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Sunday
Mar282010

Do unto others... you know this.

I'm about to get a bit political, so if that's not your cup of tea, feel free to recuse yourself...

I find myself repeatedly appalled by the behavior of my fellow citizens this week, both locally and nationally.  I was raised to be very patriotic (not uncommon for a first generation American) and was allowed to grow and develop a healthy sense of being able to question my government with respect (when it deserves it - I will admit that, at times, it's hard to respect the actions and decisions of some politicians).

What I don't do is trample all over my fellow citizens (or non-citizens, as the case may be - we all deserve nice treatment).  The mood, rhetoric, and actions stemming from the health care reform protests is deeply troubling to me.  I don't begrudge anyone the opportunity to say, "Hey, I don't like this new legislation."  There are certainly laws that I do not like - including parts of the new reform act.  But what I do take issue with is the disrespect of our fellow human beings that seems to be entirely rampant right now.

Per a NY Times op-ed: "A group of lowlifes at a Tea Party rally in Columbus, Ohio, last week taunted and humiliated a man who was sitting on the ground with a sign that said he had Parkinson's disease.  The disgusting behavior was captured on a widely circulated videotape.  One of the Tea Party protesters leaned over the man and sneered: "If you're looking for a handout, you're in the wrong end of town."  Another threw money at the man, first one bill and then another, and said contemptuously, "I'll pay for this guy.  Here you go.  Start a pot."

Disgusting.  Racial and homophobic slurs have been thrown at elected officials.  Congress members have been spit on.  Bricks have been thrown through windows.  Spouses have received threatening phone calls.  Snipers are mentioned.  Children are endangered.  A man was run off the road simply because he had an Obama bumper sticker on his car.

Me, to hubby:  I just read that some conservative Republicans are saying the Democrats are making up the death threats in order to take up anti-gun legislation.  Let's move to Canada.  You love hockey; I love French.  It'll work.

He laughed at me, but part of me dreams about this a bit.  Je rêve, c'est certain.

I recently heard a group of educators discuss incoming students for the fall.  One mentioned students with learning disabilities and the lead educator (the lead!) sniffed, "Well, we certainly hope those students don't come here."

I was disgusted - and at a total loss as to what to say or do.  Why is it that when we (I?) find ourselves faced with this hateful behavior, it's so hard to know what to do.  I won't even join any of the "I approve of the health care act" groups on Facebook because I don't want to risk having an anti-health care reform friend or relative comment about it.

How is this the way in which we respond to something we don't disagree with.  What are children learning about how the world is managed if this is the example we set?

Which leads me to another concern of the week: women's health.  C-sections are now the number one hospital surgical procedure in the country, yet the US is 41st on the World Health Organization's list of maternal death rates, behind South Korea and Bosnia. The health care reform act requires insurance companies to cover prenatal care and some childbirth costs.

Did you even realize that wasn't already a mandate?  Even with the considerably minor concerns I've had this pregnancy - low thyroid and low fluid - I don't want to imagine what could have happened if those things went unchecked.  I can't help but feel that if men gave birth, this would have stopped being an issue a long time ago.  Doubt it?  Compare maternity coverage rates to Viagra coverage rates and see which bill is easier to get paid.

Hubby: But boners are important!

Me: But boners can lead to children!  How do they not see the connection?

(See, there's room for humor in politics.)

When you don't care about women, that means you don't care about children.  You can't convince a woman she must starve herself to a size 2 to be acceptable and then tell her that the resulting infertility issues aren't covered.  You can't subsidize corn and the resulting high fructose corn syrup that is produced to make use of all the corn that gets grown in order to get the subsidies and then tell people it's no unhealthier than sugar when, in fact, it's a significant contributor to obesity.

This isn't about party lines.  As my husband told someone today, he's a liberal Democrat who thinks global warming is bullshit.  I'm a liberal Democrat who thinks Social Security is an idea whose time has come and gone.  We are all free to pick and choose what we do and do not like about what our government does.  We have the power of our votes (which is why I'm so adamant about people needing to vote regularly) and we do have the freedom of speech.  But with these freedoms, these privileges, comes responsibility.  Do your research and vote for the person who best matches your vision for your town, state, country.  Think about what you say and the implications of it.

Golden words make practice
Practice makes perfect
Perfect is a fault
And fault lines change...

~R.E.M. "I Believe"

Wednesday
Mar242010

The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly (in reverse)

No one wants to end on a bad note (even Eeyore me), so let's do this in reverse:

The Ugly:

  • When you catch a coworker making a face about something you say during a meeting.  (Seriously, how old are we?)
  • Most of the negative reactions I read to the health care reform act.  I say most because I don't have an objection to people disagreeing with policy; it happens.  But a lot of what I'm seeing is misinformed, misleading, and/or hateful.  (I keep debating writing a health care reform post but I hesitate to do so without actually reading the act for myself and, at 1000 pages, that will take some dedicated time that I don't quite have right now.)
  • Car is still in the shop and repairs are now totalling over $5,000.  Hold me.  Lesson to you all: don't skip routine maintenance checks for four years.  Things rot and stop working when you're not looking (or not paying someone to look).

The Bad:

  • My old schoolday pee routine: pee, leave work, go home, let dogs out, change, go to school, pee, go to class, go to second class, go home, pee.
  • My current schoolday pee routine: pee, leave work, go home, pee, let dogs out, change, go to school, pee, pee again, go to class, pee, go to second class, pee, go home, pee.  Is it no wonder my homework isn't done?  I should install a desk in the bathroom.
  • The owner of Buster's parents asked for a photo update of him.  When I sent it, she said he looks the most like his dad (the Cairn).  All the other puppies look more like their mom (the Yorkie).  The whole point of this puppy was that the hubby wanted a dog that looked like a Yorkie.  I chose Buster out of the whole litter, so I fail at choosing a puppy for the hubby.  :-(  (But we still love Buster anyway, so it's really not that ugly.)
  • Buster is still chewing on things (teething).  Sometimes I look at the rips in the sofa flaps and get sad about what's happened to my furniture, but at the same time I know we're entering the "no point in having great furniture" phase of life (dogs, babies) so I'm shrugging it off.

The Good:

  • I know when my baby shower is!  Yay!  I put it together based on a few clues and am 100% certain that I'm right (the clues narrowed it down to one possible day).  Now I have a date to shoot toward for having the nursery clean and clear for new items and for finding a cute shirt to wear to the shower.
  • When the Force moves now, sometimes I can see my stomach moving.  I just kind of sit back and watch my stomach move around.  It is quite possibly the weirdest thing I have ever seen my body do.
  • Today is a sonogram day!  Keep your fingers crossed for a good fluid level and a baby who doesn't have his hands and his feet in his face for once!
  • 32 weeks today!  OB appointment tomorrow.  My home scale says I haven't gained weight; we'll have to see what the OB's office scale says (they're always more precise).  Everything I'm reading says I could be gaining a pound a week from now to the end... and that's fine by me if it happens.
  • A non-baby related good thing: my loaner car has Sync and I am LOVING it.  "Play artist R.E.M.  Play artist Lady Gaga.  Play artist They Might Be Giants.  Shuffle."  Love, love, love.  Will be happy to get my car back (whenever that is) but will miss the Sync.
  • It's Wednesday, which means we're halfway to Friday, which means it's almost the weekend.  Lots to do this weekend, but still looking forward to it.
Wednesday
Feb242010

Why I hate insurance companies, reason gazillion

Remember that person who made the really brave step and entered rehab?  Whose friends and family have been struggling to be strong and hopeful for the past week while maintaining a certain amount of privacy for the person?

That person's insurance company has decided they only need out-patient treatment and have effectively ended their in-patient treatment program, sending them home yesterday after a whopping 7 days of a 28 day program completed.

I am so angry about this that I could explode.  Having spent nearly 10 years working in the benefits area of Human Resources, I have spent a lot of time arguing with talking to insurance companies, a lot of time seeing how their methodologies work behind the scenes, how their profit-driven business model makes decisions.

And, frankly, it disgusts me most of the time.  A drug and alcohol counselor confirmed for me that what usually happens is the insurance company waits for the person to relapse and will then cover in-patient treatment for a longer period of time.

In the meantime, however, there is no regard for the friends and family who are being torn apart by what's going on, by the worry that their loved one isn't ready to be home yet, and that a relapse is possible, or maybe even inevitable, nevermind the threat the addict poses to him or herself and their community should a relapse occur.  The policy is so irresponsible and selfish that it is literally making me sick to my stomach as I type this.

Why is it even feasible to start someone on a month-long program, with all the steps and stages built into that idea, and then remove them from it at day seven?  It's like handing someone a bowl of raw eggs and saying, "Here, I made you a cake."  Except raw eggs are only a component of a cake and when eaten on their own, dangerous.

None of us fully know where this person's head is at, which is the most frustrating and worrisome part.  They aren't happy to be home, which is a sign unto itself.  They wanted to complete treatment and their family was looking forward to being a part of the process.

But now, they all have to face this before they're ready.  They thought they had weeks to work through more of the ideas and issues.  Yes, there will be out-patient treatment, but it won't be the same.

I'm glad the person did at least get those seven days of treatment, though.  A medically supervised detox was possible and the groundwork was laid for truly successful treatment and rehabilitation.  Let's just hope that groundwork is enough to sustain the work ahead.

Friday
Feb052010

Things I Miss Friday: not being appalled and angry

This week I finally told two of my coworkers that I'm pregnant and, of course, they asked me how I was doing/feeling.  My normal answer for this is that I feel really great and I've been pretty happy throughout the pregnancy - happier and less moody than I tended to be on a regular pre-pregnancy/on hormonal birth control basis.

So I have to wonder how I'd be feeling if some of the things I've read this week happened pre-pregnancy, because I've really been getting steamed up about a few things this week.

Our national bloviating douche, Rush Limbaugh, has the honor of the first two of this week's three irritations.

1 - Rush Limbaugh is a misogynistic jackass.  (Oh, you knew that already?)

Limbaugh was a judge for the Miss America pageant last week (I just have to skip over all that is wrong with that statement or else this post will go on for days).  He was on, what else, Fox and Friends to discuss this and, apparently, the state of women - wherein he said this:

"Oh, I’m a huge supporter of women. What I’m not a supporter of is liberalism. Feminism is what I oppose, and feminism has led women astray. I love women. I don’t know where all this got started. I love the women’s movement — especially when walking behind it."

Excuse me while I go barf violently.  YOU CANNOT SUPPORT WOMEN AND NOT SUPPORT FEMINISM.  And since when is it okay to say how you love women, especially their asses, AND NOT HAVE ANYONE SAY ANYTHING IN RESPONSE???

This makes me so angry that I actually am having slight chest pains right now thinking about it.  I understand that people in the media entertainment are going to say things just for shock value and ratings, but they should not be allowed to say harmful things and not have to answer for it.

Okay, deep breath.  Okay, two deep breaths.  Onto . . .

2. Rush Limbaugh is a lying-makes-things-up-as-he-goes-along jackass.  (Oh, you knew that, too?)

Limbaugh believes that President Obama's law school professors wrote his law review articles:

"I think this is the first time in his life that there’s not a professor around to turn his C into an A or to write the law review article for him he can’t write. He’s totally exposed and there’s nobody to make it better. I think he’s been covered for all his life. The fact that his agenda failed this year is the best thing that could have happened to this country."

Can you weep and fume at the same time?  It must be possible, because that's where I'm at.  Like Obama or not, the one thing that I have seen no sane people disagree with is that he's a good writer and orator (disclosure: I think he's a great writer and orator - probably the best we have seen/will see for quite some time).  The notion that he needed his professors to turn Cs into As or write articles for him is incredibly preposterous.  AND, let's say you don't believe the President is an accomplished writer; as a college professor and graduate school student, I can add that the likelihood of something like this EVER occurring is so remotely, remarkably slim - especially in law school.  Could there be a group of people more aware of the legal ramifications of such behavior?

I simply have a hard time reconciling the idea that there are no repercussions for this type of blatant lying and misogyny in "the media" (I really don't even want to call them just plain media anymore).  There's always been sensationalism and we've always laughed at publications like The Enquirer and the Weekly World News but now it's mainstream news organizations LYING on a regular (seemingly daily) basis.  I just flat-out don't know what to do with this.

3. Boycott Diesel clothing and write them an email explaining that sexual exploitation should not sell clothes.

Our third aggravation of the week comes from clothing company Diesel.  They have a new campaign entitled "Be Stupid," which is supposed to encourage teens and young adults to not be afraid to "be stupid" - by which they mean to be fearless, be willing to make mistakes, and anti-perfectionist.  But, then wouldn't that be smart??

But besides that, the cornerstone ad for the campaign shows a young woman flashing her breasts at a security camera.  Because that's fearless?

And, to boot, it says, "Smart may have the brains, but stupid has the balls."  Because, 1 - you need balls to be brave (hi misogyny AGAIN), and 2 - you simply can't be smart AND brave.  All of those explorers and inventors and innovators must have been a huge slew of dumb-dumbs, I guess.  (Auuuuugh.)

It's DUMB, for sure - they got that part right.  And it's a mistake - a mistake to fall for the patriarchal, misogynistic idea that flashing your breasts whenever you want is an empowering move.  Yes, loving your body is empowering.  Yes, claiming your breasts as a beautiful part of you that you are free to share as you wish is empowering and smart.  But I do not believe for a single, solitary moment that all of the encouraged flashing in our current culture is meant to empower girls.  Simply, no.  It's exploiting them under the guise of empowerment.

To see the ad (it's so offensive to me that I simply didn't want to post the picture here) and the WeAreTheRealDeal take on it as well as get the contact information for who to complain about this ad to, go to Heather (mamav)'s post about it on WeAreTheRealDeal.

Sigh.  This is such a downer of a post for a Friday, I know.  Fridays should be all, "Yay, weekend!" but it's just not today.  Plus, I have to work tomorrow so that makes it feel less weekend-y.  I promise I'm in a better mood than this post suggests - but these things make me angry and I feel like they shouldn't go unmentioned.

Tuesday
Nov032009

(Non-Schoolhouse) Rock the Vote

Are you in a state that has important (or any) elections today?  Did you go vote??

I'm a total sap about voting.  Did you know you can be a sap about voting?  I actually teared up as I walked into my polling station today.  It was one of the few times in my life where I wasn't voting in the town I grew up in, so that was strange.  Ordinarily I go vote in the high school I attended (literally rocking my vote via my old "schoolhouse"), but since the hubby and I now live one town over, I had to vote somewhere else.

I live in NJ and we have a big, highly contested race for governor here.  The two main party candidates are running neck-and-neck and the third party candidate is pulling in 10%.  I'm not one to pontificate publicly about who I think deserves to win (and anyone who knows me in real life knows my political leanings).  Mainly I think it's simply important to vote - to exercise the right and privilege you have as a citizen.  My siblings and I are first generation Americans; our grandparents sacrificed everything they knew and had to bring our parents here.  Every time I enter a polling station, I feel like my grandparents are walking alongside me.

People feel like their votes don't count, but they do (especially in today's NJ governor's race).  And, sure, you may not like any of the candidates, but there's got to be a way to figure out who you like a smidge more or who's more in line with your beliefs about how your town/county/state/country should move forward.

So I hope you got out there and voted today.

Tomorrow, less warm, fuzzy feelings as I snark about Kate Hudson.  Stay tuned.