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Dancing Shiva

Ramblings and Rants From An UnCensored Woman

12.20.2006

Help Me, Shiva!

Dear Shiva-

I just saw on another site where Shiva is referred to as a man. I am utterly confused. But, anyway, I have always had a special connection with you. This week, I am overwhelmed. Christmas is in a few days, I have been permenantly connected to the Fox School District since my daughter's bullying incident, Cingular has slapped us with $600 in fake but apparently legal charges, and my $1600 in property taxes are due in just a few days. I've been a good girl, really. I have worked and worked for solutions to others' problems, I have even tried understanding and compassion toward the little girl I believed hurt my daughter. I finished all the Xmas shopping (except for my FIL- still, I have no idea). I haven't told anyone to fuck off. I know that somehow, some way, I will be provided for. It might be tight or chaotic, but that's just life. I still need to make fudge for the trashman. Damn.

12.16.2006

Humanity

Well, after much to-do and hoo-ha (both technical political terms- don't let me get ahead of you) Gov. Jeb Bush has halted executions in Florida. The full CNN story can be found here.

Let me offer my skewed synopsis and twisted opinion over some Saturday morning coffee.....Several members of our government, the medical community and professional activists are concerned that the lethal injections we administer to inmates during their last moments on the green mile are painful and therefore violate our "cruel and unusual punishment" policy. The inmates might even be conscious when their heart stops. Oh, Fuck me.

This man was a rapist and murderer!!! Do you believe for a moment that he HUMANELY raped and murdered his victim???? I believe fully in the Innocence Project, certainly one of the few "applausable" moments in Barry Scheck's career (OJ). I understand that there are men serving sentences and dying as consequences of crimes they never dreamed of committing. However, chances are most likey, that this bastard is guilty as sin, and I believe I wouldn't waste the time I spend filing my nails wondering if a rapist "feels as though his arms are on fire" before he meets his ultimate fate. As a woman, I would absolutely choose the 'temporary' feeling of fiery limbs as opposed to the lifetime of fear, shame and violation....oh, that's right. She didn't have a lifetime of agony ahead of her. He murdered her. Well, then in respect for the fact that he was kind enough to finish her off, and thus she was not forced to live out her days in a fog of his wrath and turmoil....let's strap his wasted ass on a memory-foam massaging chair from Brookstone, complete with heat and shiatsu stimulation. We'll have a little Vietnamese pedicurist named Trang apply lotion his feet, and we'll just feed him LSD and morphine until he slips away to Strawberry Fields. Forever.

12.14.2006

Whoa, Nelly.

Just a quick hello to the world, after telling it to kiss off. I am battling against all of this isolation, and I throw my hands up in the air every once in a while like a damned child. But, I am generally such a good girl, I feel like I can be a damned fool once in a while. It's not as though THAT's the behavior for which I'll be roasting in hell!