September 29, 2005

i decided...

i decided not to go to bed. because i decided that

i am too frustrated,
i am too angry,
i am too bored
to sleep.

i watched bad movies on cable. it's kind of
what you are supposed to do
when you are unwilling or unable to sleep.

(ha, that
and masturbation.
but i was too bored,
angry and frustrated.)

ellen barkin, 1990: switch.
she does a nice impression of a man
returned to atone for being a dick to women
as a woman.

s/he has to go to hell if s/he
can't find one female who even liked her.
i mean 'him'. whatever.

s/he even gets date-raped,
though naturally s/he's too drunk to remember.

s/he is redeemed by the child of her
rape. the pure love of a female - her
baby. because she's a woman.

okay:

s/he is redeemed by the child of her
rape. the pure love of a female - her
baby. because she's a woman.

*beat*

i would have shot the television,
but i was too bored
angry and frustrated.

i dreamt last nite that i was
a she-ape, a lady sasquatch,
furry and sharp-toothed. (i wore clothing.)

this was the dream of my childhood,
my adolescence and my early adulthood
looping around again for another try. this
is why i like beowulf.

but i digress.

i found george bush on his ranch, and
i ate him. and the secret service.

but he's an alcoholic, so i
got drunk and slept it off in a ditch.

i found cheney in his slimy lair off
some piss-scented alley. i didn't
eat him. he was a zombie, walking dead flesh.

i just smashed in his head (squish!) and burnt him
up so that he couldn't take office. now that i had
eaten bush, i mean.

nobody noticed me in the district. i wore an
overcoat and hat, i only went out at night,
i had glasses on like i was blind and they
thought i was a big, bearded man on the subway.

i ate a large portion of congress as well. that
took time. and all that fatty, repulsive meat
made me sick as a dog. it took resolve.

but

in my dream, it was my job to clean up the
filth. have razor-grin, will travel.

i don't know if it's cannibalism if neither
you nor your intended prey are human sensu
strictu
. but i'm willing to go with 'cannibal'.

i should find the persons responsible
for switch and eat them. a nice wild hunt
in the woods. give them a 'chance'. so to speak.

if you have insomnia, you should at least
be treated with some half-decent films to
watch. i mean, christ.

have some fucking respect
for who will be the walking
dead tomorrow.

(aside from cheney, i mean.)

it used to bother me. my dreams, i mean, not
that cheney is a zombie. i mean, that bothers me but
that's not the issue at hand.

it used to bother me that i dreamt of killing and
eating people. even though it was always someone who deserved
to be roasted on a spit, disembowled with a swipe of claw or
disarticulated for emphasis and ease of pan-roasting.

my therapist thinks it's normal. i didn't used
to, but i changed my mind after a while. i want
to force those who would force me into their mold and
incorporate them into my reality.

and digestion, though a crude metaphor, is
apparently all my subconscious can manage
on its own. though i never was a woman of
poetical skill, it saddens me i am also not one
even in my dreams.

so i decided not to sleep. because i'm appalled
at the lack of good entertainment i find while unconscious.
i'm boycotting my dreams of terrorising the republican national
convention as a giant, hairy cannibal she-monster, like a
great, hairy spider biting off the heads of the candidates
and their flunkies.

it makes me too annoyed when i wake up
and i realise it was another fucking dream.

yep, i decided not to go to bed. because i decided that

i am too frustrated,
i am too angry,
i am too bored
to sleep.

September 28, 2005

george bush don't like black people

is it just me, or is anyone else having difficulty not listening to "george bush don't like black people" at lot?

if you haven't heard it yet, download it here.

September 27, 2005

How queer is linguistics?

Sooo queer.

Quotes from today's syntax lecture (and mind you, I don't even like syntax):

"Note that this is how I abbreviate 'linguistics.' It is the L-word."
and...
"It's odd. There's something about the human mind that really likes its categories. We always try to stuff things into binaries. But that's a human bias - there's nothing in the system that tells us it was ever supposed to be binary."
The prof was talking about syntax. But it made me smile anyway. In fact, it reminded me of my long anti-binarism rant on the phonology section of my end-of-undergraduate-career comprehensive exam. I think even my examiners knew I wasn't just talking about phonemes. *smile*

[In other news, the pursuit of Coffee-Recipient continues. We traded e-mail addresses when I brought the coffee, and if I don't receive an e-mail by Thursday, I'm writing a formal invitation-to-coffee-date with an actual suggestion of time and place, attaching it to a sunflower, and bringing it by the office. I think I'm enjoying this process way too much... ]

September 25, 2005

kala smash!

[edit]: the artist also has a blogspot site. also i apologise for my imprecise wording: the artist has serious art creds. i am a text-drunk hominid and didn't mean to impugn his mad skillz. clearly i love his art. i meant to indicate his art was presented as is, whereas the previously mentioned sasquatch-maker had pounds of theory available. i like the theory. in retrospect, i dissed unfairly the kala work, which is not as transgressive in the way i prefer it to be. that doesn't mean it's not transgressive and powerful in its own way. [/edit]

OMG there's another artist making pictures of chick sasquatches. and more pictures available to see, too!

linky to jason robert bell's website on kala.

i dunno his motives. he's not got the sophisticated art background. at the same time, his pictures are really amusing.

phat.

thanks, bOING-bOING!

September 24, 2005

This is me being a dork ...

But hey, what's a readership for, if not to solicit advice? ;-)

Say you've met someone twice ... and each time, they've mentioned being very busy and sleep-deprived because they're organizing a huge project.

Say that huge project was happening tomorrow afternoon (and if you came, it would be the third time the two of you had met).

Say the person in question is really, really attractive and interesting (and a known coffee-drinker).

Would bringing the person in question a cup of coffee to keep them awake during the culmination of the huge project and/or to congratulate them on its completion be: a) cute, b) creepily overeager, c) neither/some combination of the above?

My social life is in your hands, folks ...

[ETA: So, per the advice of many of you - some of whom commented and some who IMed me indignantly - I brought the coffee, which was very appreciated. More updates as they happen - hopefully this will lead to an instance of sitting-down-mutually-consuming-coffee-in-each-other's-presence. A.k.a. maybe-a-date.]

September 23, 2005

Lady Sasquatch!

Coming to a subject deeply close to mine own heart comes the latest exhibition from Alyson Mitchell at Paul Petro, Lady Sasquatch.

while the illo at right may serve sufficient for some tastes, I would like to include some commentary on this extremely dykey work from the Paul Petro site because I think it illuminates some rather interesting subjects. To quote The Globe & Mail,

Mitchell's latest she-creatures are a departure from her earlier fun-fur pinups, sporting snouts and fangs, and baring their multiple teats and fur-rimmed genitalia with daunting (or hilarious, depending on your sensibility) vitality. In one wall hanging, a symphony of reds, a woolly she-creature bays at the moon. In another wall piece, worked up in oranges and golds, a Sasquatch giantess takes a licking from her nude female cohort, who is buried face-first in her lap.

"These images were originally made by men for men," she says, referring to her soft-porn sources. "As a straight woman, you are not supposed to see them, and, as a dyke, I'm sure as shit not supposed to see them. I wanted to take those images back, to take the shame away."

[snip]

On the hair front, Mitchell says enlightenment came with an issue of Penthouse back in the eighties, when she was a teen camp counsellor in the Ontario woods. "We were definitely in Sasquatch land, there," she remembers with a laugh. "I remember all the boys drove into town to get the new issue with Madonna in it.... And I remember she had armpit hair."

I wish also to remind the kind reader that I may not have a fetish for furry women, but that I feel much affinity for larugaru because of mine own heritage. For those of you who don't know, my Irish side is quite a bit of troll.
Contrary to the popular belief - held by many within, outside of, and even against the women’s movement - that a “feminist pin-up” is an oxymoron, it is no more so than “feminist painting” or “feminist sculpture,” or “feminist porn” for that matter: these are all media/genres historically used and appreciated primarily by men, about which nothing is inherently sexist, but which have all been both kept from women and used to create images that inscribe, normalize or bolster notions of women as inferior to men.

As a genre associated almost exclusively with women - due, of course, to its creation and prominence in cultures where women’s rather than men’s sexuality is considered acceptable for scrutiny - the pin-up has, no less than (indeed, perhaps more than) any other cultural representation of women, reflected women’s roles in the cultures and subcultures in which it is created. And, because the pin-up is always a sexualized woman whose image is not only mass-reproduced, but mass-reproduced because intended for wide display, the genre is an interesting test-strip for Western cultural responses to women’s sexuality in popular arts since the Industrial Revolution, as well as feminist responses to the same.

Indeed, precisely because of its history of isolating the sexualized woman in an all-female universe, it has been a favourite not just for critique but appropriation—broadly, by feminist artists, but specifically by lesbian artists, whose work reveals moments in which the pin-up has presented women with models for expressing and finding pleasure in their beauty and sexuality. [snip]

But this critique is shot through with a palpable sense of the pleasure that Mitchell clearly derives from her manipulation of these media, techniques, imagery, and even historical associations—whether embellishing upon the original imagery by adding wide bellies and a rainbow array of skin tones, or turning cuddly centrefolds into bestial “Shebacas,” Mitchell approaches her furry creations with a genuine, playful sense of affection.

And the artist’s pleasure in her plushy pin-ups is catchy—arguably, even primal. In Leopold von Sacher-Masoch’s Venus in Furs, the writer/namesake of modern “masochism” famously associated fur with the powerful, even cruel sexuality of women—at once a contrast to the relatively smooth skin of the female body and a parallel to the pleasurable, furry bits generally kept from view. (Sigmund Freud concurred, arguing in his typically misogynistic way that the subconscious associates fur and velvet with women’s pubic hair, the first sight of which the young male child believes to be “lacking” a penis.)

In Sacher-Masoch’s private life, the feeling and scent of his wife’s furs allegedly drove him to fantasize of plunging his face into them—a fantasy, interestingly, divulged by critic Sally McKay in a recent article on Mitchell’s work when she confessed: “I resisted the temptation to rub my face on the art, but it was a struggle.”

it's a great article. go on. read it. it's fantastic.

and she has a zine. seriously.

thanks, bOING-bOING!

September 17, 2005

omg i'm an auntie-of-sorts!

it's true! i'm a college-roommate-auntie!

n.b. that is not my college roomie.

more appalling pitchers are available here

September 16, 2005

Open letters

1. To the person who came to Quench - twice - by Googling "How accurate can an ancient trebuchet be": did you find what you were looking for? Were we what you were looking for?

2. To the excruciatingly clever man in seat 3A on my flight yesterday: Yes, my harp case does double as a body bag for Gumby. Or possibly for you.

3. To the state senate of Massachusetts: Thank you. Well done.

September 14, 2005

FUCK YEAH!

FUCK YEAH!

A joint legislative session resulted in an overwhelming defeat (157-39) of the Mass. proposal to ban marriage to same-sex couples and replace the right to marry with civil unions. The measure will not continue on to the ballot and to voters.

Legislators who had initially supported the measure said "they no longer felt right about denying the rights of marriage to same-sex couples." Republican Sen. Brian Lees said, "Gay marriage has begun, and life has not changed for the citizens of the commonwealth, with the exception of those who can now marry." Lees who felt the measure was an appropriate compromise a year ago feels the measure is no longer a compromise today. Many lawmakers, after witnessing the rewards of marriage equality this past year, no longer oppose it.

FUCK YEAH!

THANK YOU, MASS EQUALITY & THE CITIZENS OF THE COMMONWEALTH!

September 13, 2005

Observation, on flirting.

I noticed today that it's easier to publicly flirt with guys than with girls.

Straight guys take flirting as their due; gay guys just flirt anyway. With a woman, on the other hand, you have to be pretty sure the attention will be welcome, because straight girls don't flirt with women.*

Weird.

* I think. I didn't think straight girls cuddled with each other, either, and apparently I'm wrong about that.

When Girls Stickfight

i watch stargate: atlantis on the scifi channel. on this show, there is a woman soldier, teyla emmagan, one of whose jobs is to train the international personnel of atlantis base in self-defense. i've been chasing down what martial arts she actually knows - since obviously it's a real-life skill, and it's shown every episode either in use or in training situations - and i found something on it. finally.

i also learned some interesting things about the actress who plays teyla emmagan, rachel z. luttrell, a canadian immigrant born in tanzania of a british-born louisiana father and a tanzanian mother. apparently she was trained at the russian academy of classical ballet and at the royal conservatory of music in toronto. and she just finished a summer at oxford in 2003 studying shakespeare.

and now she's a kali pilipino stickfighter and gongfuzhu!

Luttrell fights in Atlantis

Rachel Luttrell [...] told SCI FI Wire that she had to bone up on martial arts to play the leader of an alien world. "I do a lot of fighting. That will be a definite part of my presence on the show," Luttrell said in an interview on the show's set near Vancouver, B.C. "So I'm learning kali, which is a form of Filipino martial arts [stick fighting], and now I'm learning a bit of kung fu and … boxing and hand-to-hand and knife [fighting]."

Luttrell's character is a human on the alien world of Athos in the Pegasus galaxy who encounters a team of Earth explorers.

I come from a civilization which is, in comparison to Earth, slightly more primitive. We have some technological advances, like we can start fire with lasers and … stuff like that. And … we have a civilization that has reached a certain level of advancement. But we're kind of keeping that under wraps right now, because we're living under the threat of this horrific enemy called the Wraith. So we live in tents, and we move our settlements again and again and again to try and stay away from the Wraith. And essentially what ends up happening is … the Atlantis team members find us, and we end up battling with the Wraith, and my people end up having to evacuate the planet. And so we move to Atlantis, and I end up joining the team.
Luttrell, who had some training as a dancer, had to learn a variety of fighting skills to play the warrior.
I am the leader of my people, so I am a warrior, and I am probably, at this point, the one who knows the most about the Wraith. So I make a good addition to the team.
and she's a hottie!

anyway, she (and my wussiness, i'm supposed to be ogitchidaakwe here) has inspired me to look into exercise of the combatative type. i used to do uechi-ryû karate-dô as a child, so i know i can handle it; i miss the sweating and the body training, i really do.

i'm going to look into capoeira classes - and hope for some kali classes around here as well. the main cast members of stargate: atlantis who serve in combat positions, as well as any number of interested parties and all the Athosian refugees, practice regularly, and watching trained stickfighters beating the shit out of each other is pretty fun. clearly, they have had a lot of lessons. and ms luttrell seems like the kind of person whose brains, natural physical talents and previous experience with physical training translate into an easy confidence and rapid learning curve. (the actor playing major john shephard is no inexperienced hand at this, either!)

September 11, 2005

Overly Literate Bathroom Graffiti

Photos taken in a women's bathroom in Railroad Square Cinema in Waterville, Maine by Icarus.


yes. yes, we can. in fact, i think we should start a movement. title of quench III, by the way.


"Libraism [sic] is a mental disorder."


Dashboard Confessional, "Vindicated"


Gia Carangi



Who wrote this line, o poets and readers thereof?


Oscar Wilde was a fag.



Ani diFranco. Also a fag.



"Violence is as American as cherry pie." -H. Rap Brown



...or so you think.


Matt Nathanson, "Clean"


guess who wrote this? ;-)



Jewel, "Do You Want to Play" (rewriting a line from D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover)

September 10, 2005

Prolegomena to a manifesto

I've been working on a post, or a zine page, or something - not sure what - called "Why I Can't 'Just Pick One'," and it's a longer process than I expected. In the meantime, this is part of it, which was dislodged from my brain by Em's post. For the sake of argument, though, let's talk guys (rather than girls) for a sec.

So, ah - those of you who are attracted to guys? Think about each question before you answer it. Those of you who are attracted to girls, play along. *smile*


Could you love a man who had been born without a spleen?


Could you love a man who had been born without a nipple?


Could you love a man who had been born without a finger?


Could you love a man who had been born without a hand?


Could you love a man who had been born without a leg?


Could you love a man who had been born without a penis?



Oh, come on, tell me I didn't catch you by surprise there. *smile*

What I'm trying to get at is - what is it that you love?

Yes, body parts - their shapes, their sizes, the way they move, the way they fit with yours - are part of attraction, but they're not the only part. And yes, if you end up in bed with someone, the array of body parts they bring with them have something to do with what you're going to be able to do together. But so do things like personal preferences (and the size of your bed or the airplane bathroom).

But do you actually fall in love with a bundle of body parts? You might. And that's ok. But I don't. And that's one part of my answer.

Nobody Knows that I’m Ashamed to be Transsexual

there's a fantastic post up at transfeminism:

Nobody knows that I’m ashamed to be transsexual
Why am I ashamed? Because I’m surrounded by ashamed transsexuals. I'm surrounded by transsexuals who’ll happily be out and proud about being bisexual, or lesbian, or gay or black or Jewish or Muslim, or polyamorous, or into BDSM or feminism. They will be out and proud about anything but the single thing that has had the most important effect on their lives, their perceptions of themselves, about how they have related to the world for 10, 20, 30, plus years of their lives: being transsexual; anything, anything but be loud and proud.
it's a good read (though it is written poorly *sad*) and it expresses what needs to be expressed more.

the emotion is genuine. and i really, really appreciate that someone is saying this. i wish it had been me, but i'm glad it was someone else just as much...

September 09, 2005

Filling a crucial void in the market

Ever feel like your pants were slowing you down?

Ever feel your crotch was too warm (when no one else was around)?

Ever feel like your thighs were just too thin-looking?

Oh, yeah. That happens to me allll the time. Which is why I was so thrilled to find Cordarounds, the horizontal corduroy. A-yup. Corduroy pants with horizontal, rather than vertical, wales.

From the website, in the section entitled "It's Better Horizontal":

At long last, an aerodynamic corduroy pant. Praise technology and the remarkable times we live in!

Through sheer scientific marvel, Lindland Labs have fabricated a corduroy that wears sideways, cheating the wind and lowering drag coefficient by an amazing 16.24%!

I do admit that I'm a bit confused on this point. Is there a sport which is played in corduroys? Are these super-cool special magic Olympic pants?
Finally, cords that can keep up with our fast-paced lives -- even accelerate them.
Oh. So they're to cut down the wind resistance in the corridors of our office buildings as we dash between meetings. That's, um, inspiring. Or sick. I'm not too sure which.

Also, by "sheer scientific marvel," are we to understand "rotating the cloth 90 degrees before you cut and sew it"?

But that's not all...
No, of course it isn't.
Don't you hate it when vertical cord friction heats your crotch to uncomfortable, even dangerous levels? Problem solved. Lindland's Cordarounds mesh evenly, lowering the crotch heat index by up to 22%!
Phew. My Crotch Heat Index (CHI) is often dangerously high. But it's not always corduroy-related. Other CHI-raising factors include bodices, pink-haired girls, bad puns, and spilt coffee. Does the mystical cloth-rotating technology help with that, too? (Please note their picture of a pulsing red crotch. It's very instructive.)

So, yeah. Praise technology. And the truly remarkable times we live in.

September 08, 2005

creating a both/& identity in an either/or world

the following is a public service announcement for those of us in the greater boston area. boundless presents:

creating a both/& identity in an either/or world
a free workshop with robyn ochs for celebrate bisexuality day
wednesday, 21 september, 7-9pm at fenway community health

having any sexual orientation at all comes with its own baggage. there are particular issues faced by people who identify as bisexual or who use other labels that defy an either/or interpretation of the world. together we will examine these issues and devise strategies to proudly "be all that we can be." don't miss our special doorprize raffle of the new book co-edited by robyn ochs, getting bi!

this event is open to people of all genders and orientations. light food will be provided. to RSVP (appreciated but not necessary), get more information, or be put on our mailing list, contact julie at 617-927-6369 or
jebin@fenwayhealth.org. directions can be found on our website here. sponsored by fenway community health & the bisexual resource center.

international celebrate bisexuality day is 23 september. for information and resources go to www.biresource.org/181.

julie
prevention & education programs manager
research & evaluation department
fenway community health
617-927-6369
fenwayhealth.org

mcsweeney's strikes again

THINGS HAGRID THE HALF-GIANT WOULD SAY IF HE SERVED JESUS INSTEAD OF HARRY POTTER. BY HART SEELY

September 06, 2005

warren ellis rides again

thank you, warren, for making my day (night?) complete again:

In Variety today, Bryan Singer indicates that the shooting budget for his Superman film is somewhere around the $250 million mark. I'm assuming that at some point in the film the sun turns into Angelina Jolie's mouth and makes everyone on Earth ejaculate across 93 million miles. How the hell else do you spend $250M on a Superman film?
in the same issue of BADSIGNAL (his email missive to warren ellis' holy slut army), he adds the following:
Many people have written to remind me that TRANSMET features a superstorm that trashes a coastal city, complete with emergency services failure and an incompetent President. Rack that up with the two-headed cat, the glasses that take photos, the Smiler appearing as Kerry's running mate and every other goddamn thing... [snip]

I'd very much like it if my American readers in storm country drew up their own emergency plans now. Because the lesson of New Orleans is that if you're hit, no-one's coming for you for a week.

the brits know how to put it in as few words as possible, don't they?

September 05, 2005

an observation of overwhelming nerdiness

this will seem like the most ridiculous post ever.

so i were watchin' that shithole of a film from 2003, timeline, based on michael crichton's book of the same name. (nota bene: while orson scott card may be a homophobic motherfucker, his 1996 novel pastwatch: the redemption of christopher columbus (ISBN 0312850581) is both a plausible & interesting exploration of tampering with time.)

anyway, so these hoes go back to 1357 france to a place they call "castlegard". it's the site of conflict between english and french forces, and Our Modern Travelers rapidly find themselves in trouble.

trouble is, this work of fiction works about as hard as the makers of stargate to make real cultures of the past come alive in an accurate manner. unlike, say, such "realistic" films as the star trek series - and i am a trekkie, don't get me wrong -, which has elaborately-constructed alien cultures with their own linguist-built artificial languages, and which franchise is scrupulously criticised for accuracy to these invented norms despite the fact that it was never intended to be "accurate".

what am i bitching about, then?

okay. first, when the archaeologists go back to 1357 france, they are anglophones (scottish, mostly), so take a native french colleague to translate for them. first, this is stupid. the archaeologists are so obsessed that they made and use their own period-accurate bows and swords in their free time to explore the experience of medieval battle and obsess over recreating the past in their minds, yet they never learnt to speak any french?

but let's put that aside for the truly idiotic issue, the one that makes me batshit crazy: in 1357, the english spoke french just like the french did. sure, their french was a distinct dialect known (somewhat incorrectly) as anglo-norman(d), but they spoke french. second, the "english" had significant possessions in what is now modern france, and would have much truck with locals. in short, most were francophones in a francophone country (normandy/brittany and gascony).

second issue: neither the english nor the french of 1357 would be comprehensible to speakers of modern versions of these languages. yes, i'm fucking anal-retentive - maybe. but is it so fucking outlandish to expect that a movie where they build a medieval keep and equip the characters with real weapons - trebuchet, armour, weapons, etc. - they might make an effort to make our ancient ancestors speak french & english at least imitatively appropriately archaic?

i mean, jesus. archaeologists can't read ancient french without classwork in it. it's fucked up. it didn't have modern sounds in it. and english of the same period was just plain insane. there would have been no way they could have been understood by either side.

so here's my observation: we are so xenophobic we'd rather hear a fake language used with subtitles than actually hear a real foreign language with subtitles.

so fuck you all. i'm cranky now. i hate misused languages in films. it makes me crazy.

final note: the spellcheck program for livejournal makes me annoyed because 1. it doesn't accept commonwealth spellings of english (like criticise and 2. it doesn't have the word trebuchet. what kinda stupid-ass spellcheck doesn't include trebuchet? it's a crucial word! critical! used frequently!

addition/edit follows:

they were totally unclear on where "castlegard" was located, so i was even giving them the benefit of the doubt that the "french" would have spoken a langue d'oïl; apparently, it's worse than i imagined. if this took place in the southern region, the "english" would speak the langue d'oïl called "anglo-norman(d)" with the hoi polloi rabble speaking early lengua d'òc old guascon and early middle english; the "french" would speak only lengua d'òc old guascon!

September 01, 2005

Mysterious ways

Hurricane Katrina - and the damage it has caused - is one of those things that you generally think are inexplicable. I mean, sure, global climate change makes killer storms increasingly likely, Congress cut flood prevention funding, which is why New Orleans' levees were insufficient to their purpose, the Louisiana National Guard is in Iraq instead of Guarding the Nation - yeah, as I said, totally inexplicable.

It's moments like these when you're glad someone smarter than yourself can provide answers. Take, for example, Columbia Christians for Life, a South-Carolina-based anti-abortion group (which our Drawing Tigers friends will appreciate us pointing out is on the lunatic fringe). According to an e-mail they apparently sent to various news sources (though they have not posted this on their own web page), Hurricane Katrina is the result of abortion.

Hurricane Katrina is the result of abortion.

Now that we've got that cleared up... wait, what? You're not convinced? Let's hear from CCFL, shall we?

The image of the hurricane above with its eye already ashore at 12:32 PM Monday, August 29 looks like a fetus (unborn human baby) facing to the left (west) in the womb, in the early weeks of gestation (approx. 6 weeks). Even the orange color of the image is reminiscent of a commonly used pro-life picture of early prenatal development.

See, to me, it looks more like an unbaked goldfish cracker, but who am I to question the Word of God CCFL?
Baby-murder state # 1 - California (125 abortion centers) - land of earthquakes, forest fires, and mudslides
Baby-murder state # 2 - New York (78 abortion centers) - 9-11 Ground Zero
Baby-murder state # 3 - Florida (73 abortion centers) - Hurricanes Bonnie, Charley, Frances, Ivan, Jeanne in 2004; and now, Hurricane Katrina in 2005

God's message: REPENT AMERICA !

How's this?

California - land of Nixon, Reagan, and the Governator.
New York - land of Pataki and the most sinisterly skeevy metropolitan mayor in recent memory.
Florida - land of election thievery, discrimination, and Katherine Harris' criminally irresponsible plastic surgeon.
Louisiana - Bush state.

What does all this mean? Absolutely nothing. Any first-week statistics student would can make anything look like it correlates with anything else.

In the meantime, a God that cares about protecting the lives of the unborn probably wouldn't choose as His method of protection a storm which has blown out electricity in hospitals in two states - hospitals whose emergency generators are running out of diesel fuel and can no longer keep people alive. Including in neo-natal ICU units. 'Cause, dude, that would just be dumb.

Story first heard on the Stephanie Miller show. Also blogged at Waiting for Dorothy and Eve's Apple, among other places.