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Politics or Ethics?

South Dakota’s legislators are trying to pass a law to ban abortions.

Is this politics or ethics? I don’t mean this as a question of individual people’s consciences. I mean as a larger effort, as something that gets signed into a law. Politics or ethics?

Well…I’d say that if this law were driven by ethics, some of the hallmarks we would see would be concern that putting this law into effect wouldn’t in inself cause harm, that the negative effects of this law would be counterbalanced in some way, and that perspective and farsighted thinking would be valued.

Instead…

“Opponents of the bill argued that abortion should at least be allowed in cases involving rape, incest and a threat to a women’s health.

‘If a woman who is raped becomes pregnant, the rapist would have the same rights to the child as the mother,’ said Krista Heeren-Graber, executive director of the South Dakota Network Against Family Violence and Sexual Assault.”

Nope, nope, and nope. Politics it is. Ethical people don’t force agreement; ethical people anticipate the consequences of their actions; ethical people don’t see the world in black and white, because they see things from other people’s points of view.

Political people push for disagreement and dissent; they make for “us” vs. “them” games. Nobody wants to see dead fetuses. But by passing this law without changing any of the causes that drive women to seek abortions, we’re just going to see more of the negative effects that not having abortions brings.

What if you (or your daughter or sister) were raped and got pregnant? What if that person were then forced to marry their rapist, because the rapist didn’t want to allow the baby to be adopted and you didn’t want your child solely raised by a rapist? What if more babies of drug addicts were born? What if more babies were born that killed their mothers? What if you were born into a family where you weren’t wanted? Yah. Twenty years down the road the anti-abortionists are going to be shocked and appalled over the terrible state of education, child abuse, drug use, crime, etc., and they’re going to say…”But it’s not my fault!”

But it is. Abortion is a bad solution to women who have unwanted pregnancies in a society that looks down on unmarried women who have sex, or at least who get pregnant. But getting rid of what solution exists without coming up with something better means that you’re responsible for the consequences.

The ends don’t justify the means–that works ways in this situation. The next time you hear about a woman who left her newborn to die in a dumpster, understand where that leads back to, because you fought to end abortion, not to change society to make it a place where all children are welcome, whether or not their mothers wanted them.

The butler did it!

Looking to build secret passageways in your house? Try looking here.

(via BoingBoing.)

Big Damn Parents.

Lee and I were over at Doyce’s house to set up an RPG based on Firefly with Jackie, Stan, and Dave when it was decided to start drinking the wine. Lee and Jackie, being the bitter, contentious people they are, don’t like anything that doesn’t taste like cough medicine, so they opened a bottle of raspberry/grape confectionery called “Booty Call.”

“What’s it called?”
“‘Booty Call.'”
Slowly, everyone in the room catches on to the fact that Ray is chanting the phrase over and over again. “Booty call, booty call, booty call, booty call…”

Considering the other inappropriate phrases she could have picked up on last night, it could have been worse. Ah, well. One of the big truths of parenting that well-adjusted children can be somewhat embarrassing, and you just have to live with it.

Pinyin Dictionary.

Need to translate English in to roman-character Chinese (called pinyin) or vice versa? Try this.

A Terrible Idea.

I just had a terrible idea.

This is Picasso’s Guernica. Imagine this as a jigsaw puzzle. Okay, that’s been done before, actually. A daunting task, maybe, but not a terrible idea.

Now imagine this as a double-sided puzzle. Yeugh.

Because I won’t remember her name otherwise:

The name of the lead singer for Frou Frou is “Imogen Heap” (Irish/Gaelic for “maiden” or maybe Latin for “innocent” althogh I prefer to translate it as De-ish for “creative pile of stuff.”). She has a couple of solo albums which sound like they might be even better than “Details” but of course that may take a few thousand rotations to find out.

Remind you of anyone?

(Karen Dotrice as “Jane Banks.”)

So I’m watching Mary Poppins with Ray and Lee when I say to myself, “That girl looks familiar…in fact…she looks like what Jackie must have looked like as a kid.”

I look at the picture of the girl now, and not so much. But there’s something about her when she moves that, when I told Lee, made him laugh out loud.

Hm….

Spring!

My body decided today, during lunch, that it was officially spring. My tastes change with the seasons, and I walked out of the building, in 20-degree, blustery, snowy weather looking for fresh vegetables. My ears were listening for chirpy birds, robins and whatnot–

Heard ’em, too.

Days of late.

Valentine’s Day: Lee bought me cough drops, the right kind. I felt much better.

Day After Valentine’s Day: We played cribbage, and he beat me two games out of three. I haven’t played for at least five years, and he’s been playing every day over lunch break with the guys at work. It was close all three games, and I loved it.

Today: Lee watched Ray and made supper so I could work on a writing project. I didn’t finish it, not even close.

Love is in the details. The details and the sparkle in the eyes.

Buffalo Soldiers.

Today, our diversity council sponsored a presntation by a living-history Buffalo Soldiers group for Black History Month. The Buffalo Soldiers were four infantry and two calvary divisions of the US army formed in 1866. The first Black regular army soldiers (the ones that fought in the Civil War were volunteers), the divisions were sent to the Western frontier to fight in the Indian Wars, since the white folks back East were a little leery of having whole divisions of armed, trained Black men in the area.

The troops built forts; guarded settlers, railroads, and even the Wells Fargo stagecoaches; drove illegal settlers out of Native American territory; and fought against the tribes in the area (although they never participated in any of the infamous massacres). They got their name from some of the tribes in the area–buffalo were the most respected of animals, with immense strength and endurance, and with a similar hairdo. The Buffalo Soldiers were some of the most decorated soldiers in the West, and they had the lowest desertion rate of anyone in the army.

One of the calvary divisions, the 10th Calvary, continues to this day (although not segregated). It was disbanded for a while, but will shortly return to Colorado Springs.

Interesting stuff.

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