Monday, August 24, 2015

WTF do you think of your Bible version?

I've seen lots of arguments about which Bible version is best. Some (I guess most) Christians insist that using versions like the NIV are perfectly acceptable and that they are even study-worthy. They insist that the changes in the NIV in wording aren't significant but just simply make it "easier to understand."

To demonstrate how significant slight changes are let me ask you to compare the following statements...

Abortion is the removal of the products of conception from the uterus.
Abortion is the killing of a baby while still inside the mother's womb.

Or consider how powerful just the changing of one single word is...

Oh, shoot! I forgot my shoes!
Oh, shit! I forgot my shoes!

What the heck are you doing?
What the hell are you doing?

I can't find my freakin' keys!
I can't find my fuckin' keys!

Sorry bout that...but it proves the point. The fact that the "f" word makes me (and many) cringe to read or type says it all. There is power in specific words that is lacking in others.

The world was created by the Living Word who spoke the world into creation. There is power in the tongue. Power in words. 

There is supposed to be power in the words God left for us in the Bible. Changing them...takes away their power. Any Bible version that's not aimed at being specifically "word-for-word" has changed God's word... 

(And, what a subtle and tricksey way to take away our power by offering us pretty covers and "easier" wording...We live in a world where the US Church has become a joke with its 50% divorce rate and worship of politics and meaningless Christianese explanations for all the evil in the world...)

You can choose a pretty Bible with a trendy cover and wording any elementary school student can read...or you can choose to read/study what God actually said. The choice is yours...I can't for the life of me understand why any lover of the Living Word would be OK with it...

Sunday, August 16, 2015

The differences between boys and girls is all in our heads...

One thing I've been thinking about lately is that our society currently seems to be pushing hard to UNdefined though removing the definitions of things is a sign of "tolerance" and "acceptance" but I feel like it's the exact opposite.

What do I mean?

Caitlyn Jenner. 

If Caitlyn would commit a crime and leave behind DNA evidence...the csi's would collect the evidence and determine! A "white male" committed the crime! They'd determine this thru the DNA evidence...because Caitlyn Jenner is...a white male! a dude.

Does this mean I'm intolerant because I'm not going to call Bruce/Caitlyn Jenner a woman? Because I'm not going to refer to him as "she"? I think it's the opposite of intolerant...

I can accept and (if he was my friend - love) him...for who he really a dude...who wants to be a woman. I don't have to change what I call or re-define him to accept him.

If you have to redefine what he is so you can just think of him and call him simply a "woman" aren't you the one who is rejecting who he really is and forcing him to fit into your box of acceptability? You can't accept a man with boobs and no penis anymore? You're not ok with that? You have to now tell yourself he's "a woman" so you can accept him?

And, the whole deal with Target removing gender labels from like the same thing like...come on! 

Even studies done not by Christians but by secular evolutionary scientists who probably don't even watch Fox no desire to oppress anyone...have shown that when girls play with cars...we play with them DIFFERENTLY than boys do. And, when boys play with dolls they play with them differently than girls do. We're different because our brains (not just our genitals) are different and it's beautiful. 

Scientists now know that sex hormones begin to exert their influence during development of the fetus. A recent study by Israeli researchers that examined male and female brains found distinct differences in the developing fetus at just 26 weeks of pregnancy.

A number of structural elements in the human brain differ between males and females. “Structural” refers to actual parts of the brain and the way they are built, including their size and/or mass.

New research on the neural connections within the human brain suggests sex-based differences that many have suspected for centuries: women seem to be wired more for socialization and memory while men appear geared toward perception and coordinated action. The female brain appears to have increased connection between neurons in the right and left hemispheres of the brain, and males seem to have increased neural communication within hemispheres from frontal to rear portions of the organ.
Brain development: Is the difference between boys and girls all in their heads?

It's not culture...that makes boys and girls different. It's not our genitals and it's not sexual preference that makes us's our brains...and the developmental differences start when that sperm hits that egg.

Our culture didn't make boys and girls be different. The fact that boys and girls are different made our culture treat them that way.

And, it's all science. Pure unbiased science that can show us that.

It's like some people (like Target's marketing people removing "boys" and "girls" from the toy department) are trying so hard to be "open minded"...they've gone so far that their brains have fallen out. 

Erasing the definitions that describe our differences isn't tolerant or's uneducated and insulting to the things that make all of us unique. It's like we're taking all the colors that make us all so bright and...colorful ;P and smearing them all together so we just have this blasé brown/gray color. 

Jumping on this genderless bandwagon is like making duck lips and putting up peace fingers for photos. It's trendy and stupid. 

Stuff like that just drives me freakin' crazy. And, I won't encourage or promote it. Target was my "go-to" store for the last 4 years. I have spent no less than $1,000/month there on groceries and clothing, etc. But...that's over now because one thing I'm definitely intolerant of is...stupidity and trying to hard to be "trendy."

And, that's what I was just thinking about today...

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Are you part of the denominator?

I was just thinking about "denominations"...

Jesus said...

"Any kingdom divided against itself is laid waste; and any city or house divided against itself will not stand." Matt. 12:35

"If a kingdom is divided against itself, that kingdom cannot stand. If a house is divided against itself, that house will not be able to stand." Mark 3:24-25

"Any kingdom divided against itself is laid waste; and a house divided against itself falls." Luke 11:17 the church said, "I know! Let's create denominations!"

"...number of parts into which one whole is divided..."

Church people like to think of themselves as "kingdom people," right? They will say this because Jesus said, "My kingdom is not of this world." Right? 

So, just where did we get the idea that "denominations" (parts that divide a unit) were a good idea to help build God's kingdom when Jesus said that even satan is smart enough not to divide his kingdom or it would fail?

"If Satan casts out Satan, he is divided against himself; 
how then will his kingdom stand?"

Any kingdom divided against itself is laid waste...

I see a lot of talk these days among churchgoers about the world "falling apart" around us...well...gee...makes me think maybe Jesus meant what He said...and that the problem isn't the world not caring what God has to say about how we are to live...but might just be..."the church" not caring what God has to say about how we are to live...

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

What you teach your kids when you're not trying to

One of the things I think I've learned over the years is that kids are little parrots...mimics. They pick everything up from us like how to speak. They hear/see us do something so they practice it. You don't literally sit and "teach" your kids every word of the English language, they just "pick it up" from you.

Seems "everything" is like that.

Recently, my mother, who I think is rather attractive for her age, was looking at a picture just taken of her and my son. She said something that blew my mind...

"I'm so ugly! I don't know how anyone can stand to be in the same room with me!"

I was floored. I'd never ever heard her say that...ever! Yet...I've said that hundreds of times in my life. Said that exact thing! How was that possible? Even my son looked at me right away with that look in his eye like, "Wow! Where have I heard that one before?!"

So, how did I pick that up from her? Not by direct teaching but by how she's thought of herself has determined how she's treated herself her whole life...and in front of me. If 80% of communication is body language then she's been telling me somehow that she feels that way about herself.

One thing I've caught on to recently, that proves this point to me, is that if I want my kids to say, "Please!" and "Thank you!" I need to do it. I need them to see me doing it and they will imitate me. So, when we go get the free cookie at Target's bakery each time we go there...I do not say to my kids, "Now, say 'thank you' to the lady,"...*I* say, "Thank you!" and sure enough, the kids follow. (It's actually a good way to do that because then the kids feel like they did it on their own and it shows them that their mom is polite and it shows me they wanna be like me! Win win!)

But this also works in the negative. Probably just the same way, when my mom had thoughts about herself that, "I'm so ugly! I don't know how anyone can stand to be in the same room with me!" somehow, I took that in as how to think about myself.

It's funny how a bunch of things that all connect will happen around the same time because then recently I had a conversation with my eldest daughter in which she expressed that sometimes she feels like a worthless piece of crap.

So, where did she pick that up from, I wonder?

Not too many days before she said this I'd found a folder in the bottom of a container that has stuff I wrote in high school and thereabouts. I found this, on a piece of notepaper with the heading, "POTENTIAL F-UPS FOR TODAY". It looks as though it was written probably around 1989/1990 (when I was 20 or 21)...(and weighed probably 120 pounds soaking wet...) 

- - -


I’m overweight, flabby, can’t grow my hair, have little tits, 1/2 way ok at anything, really good at nothing, I talk too much, I’m indecisive, I’m moody, bitchy, mean, selfish, untrustworthy, emotionally unstable, weak, can’t take care of myself, I have no motivation, can’t keep interest in things, untrusting, paranoid, pessimistic, uneducated, boring, strange, unlikable, unfriendly, I gave up my kid, give up on things too easily, am stressful to be around, too critical, jealous, hypocritical, self pitying, still alive, can almost draw but not quite, impatient, ununderstanding, pushy, dumb, undeserving, childish, I’m a bum, I have no ambition for money so I’m a burden to the world I live in…
I don’t like me

- - -

This is why "self" esteem really is so important and why thinking of yourself horribly, no matter if you do so vocally or not, matters and can scar your children. This is how I felt about myself as I began my parenting journey, and no matter how much I'd focus on the child's welfare, she was seeing everything I did to and for me. And, she learned...

Take some time to appreciate yourself. Make a list of reasonable things you don't like about yourself and look at those things. Are those things you can change? Are they true or not true? And, do those things have a positive angle you could try to emphasize?

Work thru your own issues, for your children's sakes, and your whole family will be happier and healthier.

Prov. 23:7 "For as he thinks within himself, so he is."

(I have to say when I look at that list above, the one that says, "still alive" kinda' makes me laugh. And, the one that says, "I have no ambition for money..." makes me feel good about myself because I now think that's a good quality.)

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Leave the past in the past?

A common thing you hear people say when they get into a stressful situation in a relationship is, "Let's just let the past stay in the past and move forward..."

Sounds great. 

But I was just thinking...what do we consider..."past"?

Imagine I say to my husband,"I f'in hate you! You suck! Go to h-e-double-hockeysticks!" and stomp off.

Two minutes later, he comes to me and says, "Hey, that was really hurtful, why'd you say that?"

What if I would turn to him, and say..."Why do you have to keep bringing up the past? Let's leave the past in the past, OK?"

Although it would technically be in the past (by 2 minutes)...that would be ludicrous, wouldn't it?

But what if he came to me... 

2 hours later?
2 days?
2 weeks?
2 months?
2 years?

...with the same question, "Why'd you say that to me? That was really hurtful."

Just when would it be appropriate for me to say, "It's in the past let's just let bygones be bygones," and why?

See, I don't think that offenses in relationships are about time...they're about resolution...because if something has gone wrong in a relationship and has not been resolved then even if it happened 20 years ago...if it's still disturbing's still current. It's not in the past.

Issues aren't either in the present or the past...they're either resolved or unresolved. And, the only way to move forward out of a conflict is to resolve it...

When I was a kid the way I was dealt with when I had conflict with my parents was I was sent to my room. Then, whatever it was was never brought up again. This left me with a lotta' unresolved junk to deal with thru my adult years, and I feel like, for the most part, I've finally (at age 46) done it.

I was sorta' trained that way, and in many ways I'm more comfortable just running from issues, but ultimately, I can't ever let things linger. I can't be at peace while a conflict is still "alive".

I think the best thing we can do for our kids is to teach them how to communicate effectively at all times - even in conflict. 

That means we have to let them yell back at us. We have to let them say, "No!" We have to let them say, "I hate you!" and help them work thru their big feelings until they know how to express themselves in mature, effective ways.

We have to teach them, by example, and thru counsel things like... 

"A gentle answer turns away wrath, But a harsh word stirs up anger." Prov. 15:1


"Be angry and yet do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger, and do not give the devil an opportunity." Ephesians 4:26,27


"If you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? For even sinners love those who love them. If you do good to those who do good to you, what credit is that to you? For even sinners do the same." Luke 6:32, 33

Otherwise, what we will raise are children who when they have conflict with someone, they'll keep the "I hate you!" thoughts bottled up inside, letting the sun go down on their anger over and over telling themselves they're "keeping it in the past"

And then...when they finally let the anger come out, they will have to start from a an adult. And, if they've married someone with similar (lacking) skills...they won't grow up...they'll end up divorcing...

Train your kids up right, folks. Train them to be able to resolve conflicts because conflicts...they will always have in all phases of life. How you train them to deal with it will determine how many they stuff into their baggage and drag along with them till the day they die...

Monday, January 19, 2015

Sad fact: I will be forgotten

“Augustus, perhaps you’d like to share your fears with the group.”
“My fears?”
“I fear oblivion,” he said without a moment’s pause. “I fear it like the proverbial blind man who’s afraid of the dark.”

~ Augustus Waters, "The Fault in Our Stars" 

I had an experience yesterday that's not letting me settle...won't let me stop thinking... 

It was my oldest daughter's wedding. Everything had been beautiful, with the appropriately timed tears. 

After the ceremony as we were preparing for photos, the photographer said something that sorta' snuck up behind me and threw a phone cord around my neck and choked away all my emotional control. 

She said, "Let's get a picture of you with your mom and dad."

I felt totally helpless like you do when you feel like you're about to throw up and there's absolutely nothing you can do to stop it...Or, like how you'd feel if you were being choked by a madman!

I had to excuse myself and was soon not even able to catch my breath.

See...shortly before my daughter's 11th birthday in 1998 her real dad...who I'd been with since I was 16...was hit by a jackknifed tractor trailer on his way to work...and killed. 

That boy/man who was there when I was 17 and just found out my life was over because I was still in HS and pregnant...the one who was there with me those 36 hours of labor...the one who was there when she was born...the one who took care of her when she was a baby...the one who cared for her as a single dad while I was away being the loser I was for 3 years...he...wasn't there. 

He'd been denied that privilege. 

There was a song that was popular on the radio back in 1998...

She'll change her name today.
She'll make a promise and I'll give her away.
Standing in the bride-room just staring at her.
She asked me what I'm thinking and I said
"I'm not sure-I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl."
She leaned over

Gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there,
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk me down the aisle, Daddy-it's just about time."
"Does my wedding gown look pretty, Daddy? Daddy, don't cry"
Oh, with all that I've done wrong I must have done something right.
To deserve her love every morning and butterfly kisses

17 years ago...whenever that song came on it would make me cry because I would think about how "someday"...he wouldn't be there. 

And, someday finally happened. 
It was yesterday. 
He wasn't there...

I really did NOT want to be upset at that moment. 

It was my daughter's wedding! It was her day! A happy time!
And! I might be 45 but I'm still a girl. I didn't want to look awful for pictures for either me or for my daughter's sake. I had taken a lot of time to do my make up and I did not WANT to be crying. Not at all. 

Plus...I remarried 2 1/2 yrs later and so since my daughter was 13 she's had a dad in her life and he was standing right there next to her...waiting to smile for a picture with the daughter he'd just walked down the aisle...wondering what the heck was wrong with me and why I was falling apart?

I got a grip as fast as I could. 

But then...something else I didn't expect happened...

I felt like people...were upset...AT me...
Not for me. Not with me. 
At me,

Everyone who saw my tears, which I had no control over and was fighting, were upset with me for being upset. I felt like they found it disrespectful to my husband and an unhappy intrusion on what was supposed to be a happy occasion.

One person upon finding out what I was actually crying about  actually said, disgusted, "That's what you're crying about?" 

Now...I totally appreciate that everyone wanted my live husband to not feel bad. one was interested in the fact that the bride's "real" dad was missing this moment! And that I...for those moments...cared! Everyone just wanted me to let it go. To stop. To just...freakin' stop.


I think what if it had been me? 

What if it had been me who died in 1998? What if yesterday had happened and...some other lady would have been standing there smiling for that picture and...really? No one would have batted an eye? 

No one would have remembered me

And, really? If the surviving spouse would have dared take 5 minutes to remember me...everyone would have been irritated with him for it?

How can anyone in the world who is currently OK with this? 

Am I the only one bothered by this? 

Do I suffer from some bizarre condition that only freaks have?

I remember how after he died back in 1998, it hit me that now...he was part of history. He had nothing left to do. He was just like Abraham Lincoln or George Washington. Just a part of history...and that the only thing about him that would remain would be the things we remember about him or do "in his name." I suppose that's why people name libraries and start foundations in loved one's keep part of them alive.

I have talked to my husband about it and he, too, thought it was weird that there was no mention of the dead father whatsoever. Nothing like a simple photo frame by the entrance by the wedding bulletins with a picture of him and her when she was little in memoriam. Nothing like a little note at the bottom of the bulletin anywhere mentioning him. 

At the wedding it was as though this man who in life, would have killed or died for her, just never existed.

So, again I think about it, "What if it was me who'd died?" 

I know what if. I'm seeing it. I'm seeing what my family would do...and to think that...if I family would be offended by me being remembered and mourned for 5 minutes at my child's hurts. It hurts that THAT is reality. That is this world. That is life after death. 

It's not even just that I will be forgotten because people naturally forget...but people will come to a point where they will insist on forgetting and insist on other people forgetting, too.  

And, then I look at my "live" husband...and feel said and wonder for him? He's currently got a 13, 11, 9 and 6 year old that we've made together. So...what about that 11 year old daughter? I look at her and imagine if he died "today" and imagine her getting married someday...and me feeling sad for his loss that day...and someone asking me, "That's what you're upset about?"

It hurts. It just freakin' hurts.

What the heck?

“There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

I guess I can't get over that this is real life. That this is my future. All that makes me "me" is going to just be...gone. Forgotten. And, at a certain point, even those who do remember will not be welcome to do that remembering.

There is no remembrance of earlier things; 
And also of the later things which will occur... 

...There will be for them no remembrance
Among those who will come later still.
Ecclesiastes 1

This is a world I'm not OK with.

...and it will come to pass

Funny one son said to me tonight about this, "You're having an existential crisis." Suddenly...when he said it this way...this all felt..."cool." 


Thursday, January 8, 2015

Pharmacy and the love of God

I was just thinking...

Pull in to a pharmacy. What is the main purpose of a pharmacy?

noun: pharmacy; plural noun: pharmacies
  1. a store where medicinal drugs are dispensed and sold.
    • the science or practice of the preparation and dispensing of medicinal drugs.

The main purpose of a pharmacy is to dispense drugs with the aim of healing, right? Things to make you better when you're sick, right?

You get go to the doctor...he diagnoses you, writes ya a prescription and first thing you do then is you go to the pharmacy to get your medication to help you get better. Right?

But...walk down another aisle. What will you find offered to you?

Junk food.
Beer/liquor (depending on the state)

All things that promote (to some degree)...illness. 

So, you go there...for healing...and are offered things that help you get sick...

And, the things that make you better can sometimes be hindered by the use of the other things that are offered for you there. (like some drugs are negatively effected by drinking sodas or alcohol while on the drug.)


I believe the pharmacy is not the only thing to fall victim to this cycle.

Pull in to a Church. What is their main purpose?

They offer support groups for all kinds of things.
They offer hope for the lonely and hurting.
They tell you you are loved and you're never alone.
They tell you there is hope!
They tell you that God forgives freely without punishing you and that you don't have to do anything to receive this forgiveness!
They tell you that it's all about your heart toward God and that He sees your heart (the why of what you do) and that the mistakes you make don't "matter" to Him because even your good works are "like a filthy rag".
They tell you God is available to you 24/7 and that you are to take everything to Him! 

Then, you walk down another "aisle" and you find the very things that make you "sick."

You can go to just about any church in the country and attend Sunday School classes that teach you things that lead you or people in your family to end up feeling lonely, hurting, unloved, hopeless, unforgivable, obsessed with proving themselves through works, and like God is so disappointed to them that He won't have anything to do with them.

These are things offered at the church that, like the candy, beer, and cigarettes at the pharmacy, will interfere with the real medicine (love of Jesus) from being able to heal you...and instead lead you into anxiety, depression, and all sorts of relationship issues.

Churches...are basically out there very spiritually...tearing individuals and families apart...then opening their doors to offer healing for those torn apart people.

It's a ridiculous cycle that needs to stop. 

But, my fear is that "the frogs have been so long in the hot water they don't know they're being boiled alive" so nothing will change until something totally earth shattering happens.

(Most Christians have bought into all the doctrines and teachings that are destroying us all so much so that even if they can agree that certain things are wrong, they believe those things so strongly they can't give them up.)

Jeremiah 6:14
“They have healed the brokenness of My people superficially, Saying, ‘Peace, peace,’ But there is no peace.

When I searched pharmacy pics for this post...I found this and it seemed to fit me... ;)

Monday, December 15, 2014

3rd world vs 1st world problems

One first world problem I just now experienced is that I'd started this off as a Facebook status... This thought of mine. And, I realized that I didn't wanna deal with the comments of any sort either yay or nay because I'm feeling cranky and don't want to be "around anyone" even online and so I thought, "I'll just post it over here where no one pays attention to it." 


All good, right?

Then, I got distracted!

"Oh look! A squirrel!" 

And, off I went and next thing ya the time I got "here" and clicked, "paste" it said, "No flashing...I totally understand."

Right. I'd sent a message to someone and needed to move a sentence and so I'd done, "highlight/copy" again thus forever losing the four paragraphs I'd wanted to paste here.


Total 1st world problem, right?

Such a stupid stupid problem. At least I don't need to put a 5 gallon bucket on my head and walk to the river to get water to wash my dishes, right?

Well...really? Would that be "worse?"

So, here I sit (key word = sit) inside (another key word) my house by myself (key word = alone) typing on this computer and because something didn't go my way I can FEEEEEEL the stress in my body. 

If I needed to put a 5 gallon bucket on my head and walk (key word = walk) to the river (key word = outside) would I...really be worse off?

Sitting inside, alone, doing something I can't really me stress. Doesn't give me exercise, contact with the outdoors or other live present humans.

If I could put a 5 gallon bucket on my head and walk to the river...I'd probably run into lots of neighbors and friends...and I'd be strong put a 5 gallon bucket of water on my head. I'd be outside breathing the fresh air, in the sun, and moving my body.

Would it be a "stress" on me to have the need to go get that water? Sure. But, it would be a whole different kind of stress, wouldn't it?

It would be a stress that would connect me to my world directly and in the present. It would be a stress that would lead to health...not a need for prozac or coffee or wine...

So, maybe I can get up and walk over to my coffee maker right now and add some nice fresh tap water and make a Starbuck's coffee right here in my house...but my skin is pale...I'm not strong...don't know my neighbors...and I'm TOTALY STRESSED OUT while doing it. And, if my coffee maker stopped working...I'd probably react way more poorly to it than that woman who is walking to the river to get her water.

So, whose problems are really "worse?"

I think we associate material possessions with blessing and lacking money and material possessions with being poor...but stand me next to a 3rd world country 45 year old and I bet she knows her neighbors, isn't "stressed out" or angry for no reason...and could carry a 5 gallon bucket of water on her head...and run circles around me while she was doing it...with a smile on her tan strong face...

Do I wanna go off the grid and become a mountain woman? No. Can't. I've been introduced to this world. This is the world I live in now. But, do I think we should try our best to make all the poor poor people in those awful 3rd world countries have more of what we have? Do I think we should try to start them all on the cycle of sacrificing family and community and unborn babies so to have educations and careers and jobs that enable them to have all these 1st world problems??

Not so much.

We think it's so sad that these people live in terrible houses...and work so hard...and have so little material things...

But, we live in a country where people work and work and work and to do so...they sacrifice 1.5 million unborn babies a work and pay bills so they can raise kids and send them to college to do the same thing...And what do we get for this? We've lost community...children...and our touch with the outdoors. 

And, we all now joke how we "need" coffee or we "need" wine to be able to keep doing this...

Our 1st world problems might be more technologically advanced...might be cleaner and shinier...but are really...much worse...because at least in a 3rd world country they work and work and work...and what they get is community, fellowship, family, friends, tan, fresh air, sunshine, and strong bodies.

What we get is weak, fat, sickly bodies that we hate...complain about, sometimes intentionally starve, mark up, pierce, and then put into shape altering under garments, that need coffee and wine to function...We get bodies like that we are able to run to little electronic thingies to get our community and fellowship and friends?

We actually sacrificing our bodies, health, community, fellowship, friends and family in able to work to make money to support this crazy cycle...

And, then we think people who aren't part of this cycle are the poor and needy ones...

Monday, September 22, 2014

Are pro-lifers just pro-birth?

So, I saw this meme and it got me thinking...

While I get where this person is coming from but...let's look at some stats gleaned from Googling "Breast Cancer Statistics" and clicking on a breast cancer website...

- breast cancer is a leading cause of death in women

- about 40,000 women die per year of breast cancer

- chance of getting breast cancer is 1 in 8

- "not having children or having them later in life" makes you more susceptible to breast cancer

- "not breast feeding" makes you more susceptible to breast cancer

- "Women who have a full-term pregnancy before age 20 have a lower risk of breast cancer than women who never have a full-term pregnancy or who have their first full-term pregnancy after the age of 30 or 35."

- "The risk of breast cancer also goes down as the number of full-term pregnancies goes up."

- "Each year, nearly 1.2 million American women have an abortion to end a pregnancy."

- "induced abortions" makes you more susceptible to breast cancer

I don't have "stats" for this off the internet but life experience has shown me that women generally choose abortion for their babies because they're not "ready" to have a baby which means...they don't have what they need to make caring for a live baby possible. They don't have abortions because they want to...but because they feel like they have to. 

(As in they feel like they have no choice. Ironic.)

Totally generally/stereotypically speaking, also...I've noticed in life that those who are pro-choice (legalized-abortion) are also pro-welfare (caring for the poor) and pro-government-healthcare...and consider themselves to be pro-women... 

(and fyi I'm not saying those people are bad! But, it is "those types" of people who create and like memes like the one above.)


Why...given all the facts above about the risks of women dying of breast cancer...when a woman is faced with a pregnancy in her youth (which according to the stats is protection against breast cancer)...why aren't the pro-women/welfare/healthcare-ers all over these women encouraging them for their health to keep those babies...and then stay home and nurse those babies? 

Why aren't they doing whatever they get the gov't and the communities we all live in to do whatever they can to make it possible for these women to not have to give in to the desperation of "having" to get an abortion and put their futures at risk??

The above meme accuses "Republicans" of not wanting to spend the $ to support these women but...what are the "Democrats" support these desperate women so that they don't "have not other choice" but to choose to put themselves at risk for being the one of the 1 in 8 dying young of breast cancer?

Feeling like you "have no choice" but to hardly a choice. And, no one who believes themselves to be pro-"choice" should be in favor of anyone having an abortion because they felt it was the "only choice." You must have at least 2 options in order for something to be a choice...

Could it be that both Democrats and Republicans are actually...having the same reaction to these mother's plights but using different terminology so that they can feel superior to the other side?

I think that both Democrats and Republicans have the same number of mothers in their communities and neighborhoods who are desperate enough to have an abortion. And, so if according to the above meme those who proclaim to be pro-life are really just pro-birth because they do nothing to promote the lives of the beings in question...then what are either of the two sides doing to help these women that will actually make that side truly pro-life?

Look all across the US at pregnancy centers/clinics which serve women who are in this desperate situation. What do you see? And, what stereotypical types of people do you find working in, volunteering for, and supporting financially those clinics? That would tell you something...

My experience says that there are two different types of clinics in the USA that have open doors for mothers in crisis pregnancies...

- abortion clinics

- pro-life crisis pregnancy centers 

Both offer a desperate mother help in their situation. How do those clinics differ and how?

One offers to help in your desperate situation by...enabling you to get that baby out of your body and dispose of it before that baby is able to become a financial burden...putting you at higher risk of breast cancer in the the solution to your problem and is staffed by paid pro-choicers and Democrats (stereotypically).

One offers to help you in your desperate situation by... helping you find ways to be able to keep that baby inside your body until it comes out naturally by helping you find resources to be able to get help with food, clothing, and a place to live with that baby...reducing your risk of dying of breast cancer the solution to your problem and is staffed by volunteers who are stereotypically Republicans and Christians.

me in 1987...age 17

I was once 17 and pregnant and desperate. I'd been college-prep my whole school career and was told that if I didn't abort I was out on my own...bye-bye college. Lots of pro-choice people advised me in what to do. 100% of them told me to, "Just get rid of it." Not one...offered to help me make any other choice than that.

At the abortion clinic...they told me how simple and easy it was to just remove the tissue with their little pinky-sized cannula. (They never told me what "it" was...and Google wasn't around yet for me to find out on my own.)

Two weeks later when I'd chosen to lose my future instead of depriving my baby of hers...the doctor at my 1st prenatal visit told me that the "tissue" that would have been neatly removed by that pinky-sized cannula 2 weeks prior...was the size of my fist. I asked him how an abortion gets it out? He simply responded, "Think about it..."

I didn't think about it. I was 17, out on my own for my Senior year of HS, living with my boyfriend, working 4 nights a week making $80/week and trying to survive. I was a mess.

Years later I thought about it...standing at a non-profit organization's information table at the mall picking up pamphlets with my now 6-year-old daughter that described what actually happens during an abortion. I was shocked. Why had I not been informed about what I almost was doing? Why had no one told me?

So, after that I chose to get involved. I volunteered for years for a crisis pregnancy center in the 90's. The clinic volunteers donated money, time, food (formula) and found homes for girls who didn't want to have an abortion but were desperate enough to have one. We organized fund-raising events and did walks and had yard sales. We invested a lot of our own time, money, and lives to help women be able to choose life...beyond the day they gave birth.

More than one of my "Republican" friends took girls into their homes and took money out of their pay checks every a desperate mom could choose life...And, my husband and I purposely chose our 1st home based on the fact that it had an apartment in the basement that we could use for the same reason.

I guess you can draw your own conclusions...

But, back to this meme above...considering the definition of "birth" is, "the emergence of a baby or other young from the body of its mother"...really...abortion by definition is a form of birth

So, to make this meme more may lack in the areas noted but they are pro-live-birth...and the other side would be pro-non-live-birth.

Simple. Sad.

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