Blame The Victim

An excellent depiction of Rugged Individualism and it's equally deplorable cousin Blame The Victim.


Who Are The Top 1%?

I recently heard where one of the Occupiers asked Michael Moore if he would be willing to give someone in need a million dollars.  Afterall, the guy really is one of the top 1% - certainly one of the super rich.  Last I heard, Mikey had refused to comment.  Makes one think of all these media and celebrity types speaking out in favor of the Occupy Wallstreet movement.  Uh, so let me get this straight.  The Occupy movement is about redistributing the wealth - at least that is what the primary focus is - the hoarding of the wealth from the rest of us to the upper echelon's.  And yet we have these ultra wealthy individuals, who only seem to favor an increase in taxes on their income as a means of offering up more of their income.  In truth, who really needs a multi-million dollar salary or a hundred million or even billion dollar networth?  NO ONE.  Not that the idea is inherently evil.  I just take issue with people who have a stockpile of money they will never use and don't need, all of which would be much better utilized helping rebuild our economy (i.e. through donating funds to help folks get into a home, return to school, rebuild the infrastructure, help someone start their own business, etc. etc.).  My beef comes in when they think they're like those people who are protesting when NOT ONE OF THEM knows what it's like to be struggling and poor in today's economy.  Many of them never have known such struggles as an adult.  And while I realize that some of these folks may have come from poor or working class backgrounds during their youth and younger years, to that I say "big whoop".  Being poor at 10 or 22 is vastly different than being poor at 40 or 50 - especially when the income drop comes suddenly after years of working your ass off.  And MOST ESPECIALLY in today's economic climate of hyper inflation.  The dollar goes oh so far less today than it did 20, 30 years ago.

Anyway, click on the link below for the top 1%. 


Occupy This!

The Occupy movement has me thinking.  What isn't there to Occupy in this world?  What part of this system truly works for All? 

I'd like to Occupy the real estate market.  Rip it up.  Tear it down.  Get rid entirely of the idea of buying a home.  Remove completely the concept of buying and selling, buying and selling, over and over again in order to make money.  I find it utterly contrary to us as human and spiritual beings to move so much - especially when it's usually about the pursuit of profit/more dollars.  How does this make any of us better than the bankers?  The elite?  IT DOESN'T.  Housing is a human right.  A RIGHT.  NOT a privilege.  And believe you me, when you've been priced out of the market, you do indeed begin to view home ownership in this light.  There's plenty of space on this beautiful planet to provide each of us with a home and land OF OUR OWN.

This leads me to my next Occupy desire.  Occupy this overpopulation bullshit.  This planet has a vast intelligence whereby she is not going to allow for herself to be overpopulated.  Life itself is also vastly intelligent.  Souls simply will not come to this planet in abundance any longer if she is not capable of supporting life.  Nope.  The real issue is how the resources on this planet have been raped and hoarded.  Mega corporations steal land from indigenous populations, employ destructive farming principles that create unhealthy food and leave behind soil that is no longer farmable, hence making way for said evil scum corporation to go spread their evil ways on other lands.  Waterways have become our dumping ground and private mega corporations own most of our water supply.  Add those two together and you have the illusion of mass water shortages; illusionary only because THIS WAS NOT CREATED BY WE THE PEOPLE but THEY THE CROOKS WHO RUN THE SHOW. 

Ah, this leads me to my next Occupy statement.  Occupy the myth of manmade climate change.  The powers that be along w/their mega corporations have spent years perfecting weather control/creation/manipulation technology.  Think about this for a moment.  What's one tactic these folks use when trying to get the populace to embrace something nad and difficult?  SELF BLAME.  Blame the private citizen.  Not us.  Blame the private citizen for driving a gas-powered vehicle.  Blame the private citizen for using incadecent bulbs.  Blame the private citizen for x y and z, ad nauseum.  But us?  Why, we will travel the world in our private jets and our limo's to tell you why YOU need to change YOUR behavior.  After we induce you with guilt and encourage you to go to one of our many partners (i.e. WALMART, etc.) to stock up on :::choke choke::: "healthy" compact mercury-laden fluorescent bulbs and turn off your lights and keep your home thermostat at 65 - WE will then return to our 10,000 square foot mansions where every room is a perfect 72 degrees and remain silent on the MASSIVE amounts of energy waste our corporate partners employ every moment of every day.  And when we return home, we'll mentally masturbate over all of the stuff we have like the glut of gas powered cars we own.  Oh but hey, one of those is a Prius so that alleviates our guilt and allows us to put the finger right back on YOU:  private citizen who, if lucky, are still living in your own little meager house, driving to a job each day, working for da man.  In between your slavery, excuse me, your typical daily schedule, don't forget it is YOU who is causing the planetary destruction known as climate change. 

While we're at it, let us also Occupy slumlords.  You know who you are.  You also spend your time in the state of mental masturbation these days because you KNOW people are desperate in this current economic state.  You KNOW there's been a huge glut of people now in the rental market due to the foreclosure scam.  (And what the phuck isn't a scam when it comes to da system?)  Rather than reaching into your hearts and offering out some compassion (i.e. reasonable rental rates), instead you decide to massively jack up the rents because, hey, you know, some poor schmuck will do whatever it takes to be in your home.  Not only do you charge ridiculous rental prices, you think you can take advantage of your new renters.  You won't fix things unless court-ordered.  You lie.  You threaten.  You are always willing to evict for no reason at all other than your latest tenant is smart and aware and knows his/her rights and gawd forbid you be BOTHERED to MAINTAIN your property.  Hell, you'll even go so far as one of your scum pal banks and evict an entire family - children and all.  Let me tell you this from personal experience:  Hell hath no fury like a mama with a little one who has faced no-fault eviction.  Let us just hope paths never again cross...

So many things to Occupy.  Health insurance.  The cost of milk and bread.  Stupidity.  The church.  Religion.  Coal.  Oil.  GMO foods.  I could go on and on in my anger and apathy.  But what is the point?  What would this accomplish?

Nothing.  Not a darn thing.

You see, we can tear down walls and rebuild, we can march and scream and shout, but nothing and I mean nothing will change with the level of thinking and feeling we employ in our daily lives.  We need to Occupy our hearts.  Our innermost feelings.  We need to remember what it's like to be a child again.  We need to Occupy our innocence.  Our hope.  Faith.  We need to Occupy that space where we look at everyone around us and we desire to reach out and take the others hand and say "hello!"  I watch my little one do this and I know - she has the answers.  She knows.  And somewhere within, so do I.  And so do you. 


A Message From The Mama

I am particularly perturbed with the world at large for not being more understanding of mama's.  We work harder and do more before noon than any of our soldiers do all week long.  Even in battle.  Every other profession gets an assigned break at some point.  And sleep isn't an issue for any other profession - certainly not an ongoing situation of LACK OF.  Despite all of this work, where's our glory?  Where's our recognition?  All the world has to offer us is one stinkin' day?  THAT'S THE BEST OUR SOCIETY CAN DO?  Give us just one day?  And usually on that one day we're still stuck doing the daily chores and childrearing.  Find me a mama who actually gets the day doing what she wants and I'll say "that's a mom whose children have left home!"

Not only are we deserving of glory and at least a purple heart of some sort (ever chase after a toddler?  THAT'S a battlefield!!) - WE SHOULD GET PAID FOR IT.  Let me tell you if men carried and birthed and nursed children, THEY WOULD GET PAID FOR IT.  The system would ensure them of this.  Every WEEK there would be a national holiday surrounding mama's (or papa's). 

Nope.  This is a man's world baby and ANY mama will tell you that.  I always knew this to be true before I was a mama, but since becoming one, it's even more obvious.  If it were more slanted towards the feminine, we would see the following:  1) Free and/or affordable childcare for ALL.  2) $ubsidies for all mama's the first 5 years of the child's life if mama chooses to stay at home.  3) Or hell, the elimination of money altogether and in its place, a system whereby every citizen gets EVERY SINGLE THING EVERY MAMA WANTS FOR HER CHILD: safe, secure shelter; healthy food and water; clothing; health care; a rock solid education; respect and any other emotional need met to ensure the child's happiness. 

As a mama, I'm always in a hurry.  I rush to take a shower.  To pee.  To eat.  To get my child in and out of the carseat.

Ah, getting in and out of the carseat.  Now THAT'S an adventure.  Try doing it in a crowded parking lot with impatient assholes doing their best to be patient while you attempt to (ok I need to take a time out - mama duty calls - fussy baby who wants to nurse)...back.  Where was I?  Oh yes, loading up the little one in the carseat.  I have a small car which means a small backseat which means I have to sit sideways to put in the baby which means I have to keep the car door open which means sometimes people have to wait to pull out while I put in the little one.  Sorry.  That's just the way it is.  It's been humbling for me because I used to be one of the occasional impatient ones while another mama would load up her little ones in their carseats.  I never said anything - I'm too scared and too damn polite to do that.  But I certainly projected my impatient thoughts on that mama.

As such, I'm a much more tolerant and patient person of people, mama's in particular.  And yet I'm less tolerant and patient with others who support any sort of this world that makes my life more challenging, difficult and downright (some days), impossible.  But I'm about to get political and I try not to tarnish my soul anymore with such foolishness.  Ok, not foolishness.  Cause it isn't foolish.  I just have to try and watch where I project my energy for energy that is too charged up is energy I simply can't create.  Too tired to. 
No one worries more than a mama.  No one can possibly know what it's like to both have your heart broken and burst wide open all at the same time.  No one but a mama knows what it's like feel such fear and concern over the future of this planet.  No one but a mama TRULY wants what is BEST for our children.  For ALL children.  Sure, lots of people (often childless or men) spout the "we must do what's best for and right by our children" but such folks don't really do what's really necessary.  They still support the same 'ole same 'ole.  Again, about to get into the political/social commentary so I'll stop.  Scroll up and re-read the "what every mama wants for her child" sentence and you'll get what I mean. 

Want to know what offends me?  When I'm asked "so, what do you do?"  Even when I've said "I'm a mama" I have still had people (male and female) ask, "no, what do you DO?"  I just smile and say "As I said, I'm a mama.  I just don't get PAID for my work" while thinking 'you stupid fucking idiot'...  (Oh, how I'd love to just sit down w/someone like this and share w/them all of the ideas and attempts I have made to make $$ - just in the past year alone.  Maybe I should start adding "professional money making attempter" to my "mama" title.) 

Want to know what else offends me?  How often I'm asked "oh, are you going to have more?"  Or some folks have been gutsy by stating "oh you are going to have more, aren't you?"  I know these people are well-intentioned.  But god damn, I'm tired as hell, ok?  LOOK IN MY EYES, I want to say.  SEE the bags and wrinkles???  LOOK AT MY 3 MINUTE LAME ASS HAIRDO.  LOOK AT MY FRUMPY CLOTHES.  See how my pants bag on my ass??  That's because I've seemed to LOOSE this particular body part since giving birth and can't afford new pants!  And I ain't a spring chicken.  Being pregnant took a toll on my body in certain ways.  Not that I wasn't as healthy (or even more so) than my younger mama friends during their pregnancies - just that well, time has a way of not being so nice to our bodies.  Especially when we're forced to carry around extra weight for 9 months.  The knees in particular.  And my knees were never my strong point...

Geesh!  Re-reading this, all I can think is "someone give this girl a vacation and a massage and a paycheck!"

Want to know what hurts though?  No one and I mean no one asks me about ME anymore.  Since when did becoming a mama mean I lose things about myself - like my hobbies, my ideas, my thoughts, hopes and dreams?  My spouse is in school so that's a topic for people to discuss with him ABOUT him.  But me?  Oh, I'm just the mama.  You know - the one who has nothing of value to share apparently.  Oh sure, others will empathize w/me over my sleep deprivation (while more experienced mama's whose children have left home will laugh over at times which makes me want to hand them my little angel and let them spend a few hours with her THEN we'll see if they're laughing upon my return).  But still - that sleep deprivation is because OF my little one.  IT IS NOT ABOUT JUST ME. 

Yes.  Come on world.  Give this girl a vacation.  Give her some massage treatments.  Ask her about things that have only to do with HER.  For yes, I love being a mama.  I am in love in a way I have never been before.  But that doesn't mean I have to stop loving myself.  Does it?


Late Night Ramblings

Ok, google.  You just asked me for my phone number in order to continue to my blog.  So I entered "5555555555" and you took it.


So Osama suddenly turns up dead.  Killed by our Navy Seals.  How convenient of a time for such an event.  And how beneficial for Obama who is pining for the 2012 election.  Now he can claim "I killed Osama" and all of his googly-eyed peeps can continue to bow in front of his feet whilst doing their on-going dismissal of his failures. 

Ever moved with a baby?  Try and avoid that unless you have free childcare lined up for weekS.  And no, THAT is not a typo.

The older the calendar tells me I am, the harder it is for me to relate to the general populace.  I despise small cocktail type chatter and prefer deep relating, especially on the realities of our planet, the system, the crap behind Oz's curtain, etc.  I feel this sense of urgency to wake up people now.  And yet if they ain't there yet, I just can't stomach interacting with them.  Am I a snob?  Perhaps in a way I am.  Mostly I just feel too old/evolved/different whatever the term is to spend my time trying to connect with someone who is on a whole different level and engaged in an entirely different mindset.  I think what this means is me familia and I are headed to the hills of Canada or some such place where we can finally enjoy and live the life we have long desired.  Oh so long desired.  Be extra nice to find like-minded souls.  Simpletons who engage in surface level conversations and who are unforgiving/emotionally void BORE THE CRAP OUTTA ME.  Plus yeah, they piss me off, too.  Wish there was a pill I could put in their food to change all that.  Turn on the AWAKENED HEART/MIND gene. 

Being a mama is tough work.  The most rewarding.  The most challenging.  The most unthankful.  No recognition.  Lots of demands and expectations.  Thank god for that unconditional love thing (that and the adorability factor) cause otherwise mama's all around the globe would be putting their little darlings alongside roadway curbs some days.  : )

Speaking of, 8am comes all too soon and it's all too late so I'm off for now.  Ciao.




On a lighter note...

Did you know that when babies first begin to walk, they walk faster than their parents?

Did you know when you put your baby down to play, she will automatically go for the one thing in which you do NOT want her to play?

Did you know that the concept of babies sleeping soundly and deeply on a regular basis is a lie?  (Ok, it's a myth.  When you're a sleep-deprived parent who has relied on "experts" and find out said "experts" don't always know what they're talking of, you tend to call them LIARS.)

Did you know that some days your baby may actually feel heavier to you - like noticably heavier? 
Did you know that in her infinate, awesome wisdom, nature gives parents, the mama especially, super human strength, incredible vision (also known as "eyes in the back of the head"), insight and the capacity to operate on very little sleep day in and day out?  Uh huh. 

Did you know that, if you're a breastfeeding mama, and your baby consumes more milk, you will also consume more food?  Talk about eating for 2!  At NO time, not even during pregnancy, does this have more meaning. 

Did you know that the phrase "when the child is your own, it's totally different to your heart, mind, soul and patience than any other child you've ever known" is COMPLETELY TRUE? 

Uh huh. 


Mad Dash To Spew The Thoughts Rambling Through My Brain

The little one's asleep.  Housework is done for the day.  Been another busy day.  And my mind is aching to expel the thoughts carried with me throughout this beautiful finally-reached-60 spring day. 

*Looks like we have another president with an impeachable offense.  Dennis Kucinich has the balls to put the idea on the congressional table.  Will others follow suit?  Likely the repukes will only because he is a democrap. 

*The horrifying nuclear situation in Japan is not enough to touch the sociopathic mindset of certain leaders (which as those who know me is a term is use loosely) in terms of doing the right thing and ridding this planet of anything with the word "nuclear" attached.  POWER WITH HEMP. 

*Ok.  So you lose your job in this hellish economy.  Can't find anything decent much over minimum wage.  "Go back to school," you're told.  You finally decide, "what they hey" and re-enter the classroom.  Sounds easy, right?  Think again.  Obama wants to do away with the Pell Grant program altogether.  Schools, even Community Colleges, are turning away students due to the overwhelmingly high demand while raising tuition 30% plus.  At the same time, they are cutting staff.  Unless you receive priority registration, chances are most if not all of the classes you want will be full.  Interested in a high demand program?  Get in line and wait.  For 1-2 years.  Staff tell you, "Take whatever classes you can, even if they're not part of your degree program".  Which is another way of saying "give us your money even if you end up not taking the classes you want or need".  Sounds like a recipe for collapse???  Hmmm...

*We teach our beautiful angels, our children, to share.  To treat others the way we wish to be treated.  Then we toss them out into a System that does the exact opposite.  Seems to me some of the system creators ought to go through kindergarten again, eh?  Assuming they're human that is...

*Who in the hell ever gave banks the right to own this land?  The entire concept of home ownership/mortgage is nothing but a giant scam, albeit a (disgustingly) brilliant one.  Who else but some banker would come up with the idea of perpetual profit from the land?  It is horrifying to me. 

*I feel so grateful to be my little girl's mama.  It is an experience that cannot be described with words.  It must be felt.  The feelings run stronger and deeper than any other feelings one can experience. 

*The term sustainability is tossed around alot these days.  And the missing key in all of this is often money.  And those left out of the equation are those who don't have any or very little.  The housing market is one thing that is not sustainable.  The cost of food is another.  Health care yet another.  Schooling, ditto.  Need I go on?  Simply put we have an unsustainable system that says in order to provide for your basic survival needs, you must have the money to pay for it.  If you don't, well, sorry for you.  How did we ever (de)evolve to such a state of consciousness that we became ok with this?  How far away from our authentic selves have we strayed to accept such a concept? 

*Am I the only one who feels a sense of deep fatigue when seeing how, once again, The Empire goes and invades another country (Libya)?  I mean really, how long can such people continue to create destruction without destroying their own inner consciousness?  And how long can we as a public remain apathetic to such life and planet-destroying acts?  Are we going to continue on in our apathy and/or sense of helplessness or are we going to dig deep and pull up those love reserves and let it all shine forth loudly, strongly and peacefully?  I myself am a fan of love.  : )


Common Sense Legislation/A World With No Money?

On track for the November 2012 ballot.  Heck yeah, I say.  Heck yeah!
And for those of you who are fed the farmville hell up with the monetary-based system, check out the Zeitgeist Movement (google it).  Proposed is a beautiful system that is free of money.  Imagine it people.  I know you can. 

Been a long time since I blogged.  My days are spent in a daze keeping up with and caring for the toddler-in-becoming.  I love being a mama.  More than I ever imagined.  However, even though in some ways I am more patient and open, in other ways I am less patient.  My disdain for the horrors of our world has only deepened as I now have more reason to care about our planet and its future.  I don't have the patience for obvious stupidity and obvious callousness and obvious disregard for life.  Call me the mad mama on a mission. 

As papa bear says, don't poke the mama bear.