Sadly it will never be over, because they haven’t fought over her enough yet and haven’t picked her bones clean. It hasn’t even gotten really dirty yet, I’m afraid.

So here goes, my opinions on this entire case. If after reading this post you decide you want to unfriend me, here’s a preemptive “Fuck off”. If you cannot take a differing opinion or handle being offended, get off the internet and stop whining about how much your pussy hurts. Unless it’s that time of the month and in fact it really does hurt, then carry on.

Terri Schiavo did NOT just die, so stop acting like her death is some new tragedy. She died 15 years ago, so fucking get over yourself.

Quite simply, I believe that this is what she wanted. I believe that she was married to a man that loved her and wanted what she wanted for herself. Conversely, I am partnered to a man who knows what my final wishes are and who also knows that in a similar circumstance, I would want him to continue living and hopefully find love and happiness elsewhere. I believe that turning Michael Schiavo into the consummate heartless pariah because he’s moved on with his life is really fucking unfair. Who’s to say that they didn’t have a similar arrangement? Who are we to judge this man, given his tenacity to follow through with her wishes and honor them? If it were about money, he’d have not only taken more than was his, but would have taken what has been offered to him - so that theory is baseless. If he didn’t love her, then why not divorce her and let them have at her? If he didn’t care, why was he insistent in the initial years of her PVS that she get all kinds of therapy? The hospice has gone on record in legal proceedings as stating that for the first couple of her interment there that he was incessantly demanding about the kind of care and treatment she was receiving, and went above and beyond to see that she was provided with anything that could possibly benefit her.

He was with her when her body died, and did not allow the Schindlers access to her until after her death. Considering how they’ve vilified him, told outrageous and completely fabricated lies about him, to say nothing about the Schindler family’s merciless efforts to declare their marriage a sham, can you blame him? That entire family is ten times more fucked up and heartless than they maintain he is, and I have precious little sympathy for them. I’m sorry that they lost their child 15 years ago, but that’s about it. They’ve had every single court proceeding, which now include the US Supreme Court and numbers over 20 petitioned cases, rule against them and their claims. There has been intense research into her “accident”, and it was only in the past two or three years that Michael Schiavo has been accused of any wrongdoing as a husband or as a caregiver. Allegations that he caused her injury only came to light recently, when they had no more cards to play. Subsequently, any such allegations have yet to be proven in court.

Enter President Fuckchop, his brother, Gov. Lesser-Fuckchop, the entire far right GOP shitstains, led by roach killer extraordinnaire Tom Delay (*smells irony*), and the entire galvanization of fundamentalist pro-lifers, the whole cunting lot of them, and their poster boy, Randall Goddamned Terry - a man who himself should have met fate in-utero with a coathanger to the heart. Pray all you want, motherfuckers. Wave your signs, scream obscenities, Seig Heil! and goose step in the name of the Lord, just remember ONE thing. Your God failed miserably here. You all can’t wait to get to Heaven, but you sure as fuck did everything you could to prevent her from getting there, didn’t you? Where was He when all of this played out? Fuck you, and fuck your imaginary sky fairy for allowing all of this and doing nothing to stop it.

I may add more to this later.

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Okay. I finally got to talk to my Mama yesterday and wish her a happy birthday, which was great. I also got to talk to my sister Shay, which is always great as well. She informed me that my 17 Y.O. nephew just returned from spring break in PCB with 3,926 pictures of different titties. I said “Well what do you expect, he’s a heterosexual teenage boy. Be grateful he didn’t come home with the cast of Girlz Gone Wild XXIII.” She replied, without missing a beat “Excellent point, you win.”

We’re going to have company down here for the weekend, hopefully beginning this afternoon (? Yea? Nay?) if the earth doesn’t conspire against us. Our friend is heading this way, we’re finally going to do the photo session we’ve been talking about for almost two months now. I think he’s going to be a great subject. There are a ton of ideas I have about shooting him, and being that it’s going to rain all weekend we’ll have excellent overcast light for photography. I’m looking forward to it, I really am. He’s gone through a lot of unnecessary bullshit as of late, it’ll be good to spend some time with him and free him from his troubles for a bit. He’s one of my favorite people, he’s just fun to be around. Picture and video posts to come as the weekend unfolds, promise!

Last night’s South Park was the best. Maggie came running into the living room and screamed at me to turn the TV to Comedy Central immediately, which I did. Apparently Kenny suffered severe brain damage and had to be placed on a feeding tube, and the ensuing chaos about what Kenny would have wanted divided everyone against each other. It was awesome. In the end, his will specified that should he ever end up on life support, for the love of God don’t show videos of him to the media to be broadast on national television.

Sugarland were on the Tonight Show last night performing the new single “Something More”. I had another moment of freaked-outedness when I sat there, afraid to blink, thinking “Holy fuck, my friends are on the goddamned Tonight Show. Jennifer just took a bow to a screaming audience and shook Jay Leno’s hand. OH… MY… GAWD…” This is all still very weird to me.

I slept fairly well last night thanks to the storm that came rumbling through, the bad part is it’s a 100% chance of rain and it always makes me sleepy. So today I’ll be dragging ass. Oh well, and so it goes!

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY


& !!

Welcome back home from Baghdad, T!! Much squee and huggy loves to each of you , I adore you both!

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY


Mama!!

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Early Wednesday, a man was arrested when he tried to bring a plastic cup of water into the hospice. Police officers stopped him at the gate as he shouted: “You don’t know God from Godzilla!”

That’s Gojira, asshole, and she can’t fucking swallow. Take two spoonfuls of Drano, and drink the water your goddamned self.

Big thank yous and much love to for the book, it’s perfect timing since I am out of new reading material! Again, thank you SO much, J - I love you and I’m very grateful for the book. You’re the first to break into my wishlist!

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For my friend who would rather be default than priority:

I’m not that friend that will sit there and mollycoddle you, support your destructive behavior and fucked up choices, and offer encouragement that it’s going to get better if you remain patient. Not going to happen. I’m not the friend that enables you to be self destructive by looking the other way or telling you what you want to hear. That in my opinion is a shitty thing to do and is a total disservice to friendship. And speaking of, this friendship has run its present course and unless you get with the program we’re at a stand still. I’m not saying that I no longer care, but I am saying that I’m no longer listening to you cry to me endlessly because he won’t choose you and your child to be with instead of his wife and his other kids. Because I don’t listen to you anymore, I’m always too busy eating my frustration to hear you, I’m done - full up - and I’m putting my fork down. This is not a meal I’m eating for your sake anymore.

I love you, but we’re not having this conversation again. I won’t listen to you anymore, I won’t give advice when you ask for it anymore, and I won’t pretend that I DON’T think you’re fucking stupid for these terrible choices you’ve made. I don’t respect you, I’m past the point of pity for you, and I’m this close to writing you off completely if you don’t get your shit together and stop being so fucking lazy. It is your choice to decide how you’re going to live, it is your responsibility to take care of yourself and not be treated like second hand goods, and it is all about you and the choices you are making. It isn’t about him, he’s already made his choice.

Like I told you, this relationship you are going to have one day with this asshole will never ever leave the point of fantasy in your mind. You’ll never ever be out with him in public, you’ll never ever be his spouse or significant other at best, you’ll never ever share a home with him or have your child refer to him as “daddy”. It is absolutely not going to happen. And even if it could, you would have to have to accept that sooner or later he’d do this exact same bullshit to you. He has no capacity for truth or fidelity, no amount of professed love is going to fix that. You’re a fucking fool to think he’d ever be true to you, and based on what you’ve told me thus far I suspect that there are at least five more just like you scattered here and there. I don’t want to think that you’re an idiot, but if that’s what you’re representing then that’s what the fuck you are. He’s sitting there eating his cake and you’re trying to cry to me and offer every excuse ever uttered in a Lifetime movie for why he’s “not ready to leave her yet” like I’m really listening to you. I didn’t ask you to tell me how you’re going to explain this to your own daughter when she asks you one day about this bullshit and how you’ve involved her in it just so you could cry and say “What the hell am I doing?” like it was an answer to my question. The fact that you put this guy and his selfish needs (as well as your own) before hers for the sake of her happiness and security is possibly the most disgusting part of this entire drama. And by the way, I know that’s his child, you didn’t have to bother with making more excuses. You can lie to yourself all you want, but I draw the line when you try to lie to me, that’s the quickest way to turn me from confidant to done-with-you. You will not get another warning on that subject, be grateful you got one at all.

As far as his wife goes, the next time you try to talk to me about what a stupid bitch she is is the time you’re begging me to give you an openhanded bitchslap in the mouth. If she was anywhere as horrible as he makes her out to be, there is no reason he’d choose her over you. She (as well as her children) deserves your sympathy, not your wrath. So don’t even.

Since I’m not sure if you’re even going to listen to me, listen to Jennifer Nettles.
She’s come through for many of my friends, I really hope that you’re no exception.

Jennifer Nettles - Stay

I’ve been sitting here staring at the clock on the wall
And I’ve been laying here praying, praying she won’t call
It’s just another call from home
And you’ll get it and be gone
And I’ll be crying

And I’ll be begging you baby, beg you not to leave
And I’ll be left here waiting with my heart on my sleeve
Oh for the next time we’ll be here feels like a million years
And I think I’m dying
What do I have to do to make you see?
She can’t love you like me

Why don’t you stay?
I’m down on my knees
I’m so tired of being lonely
Don’t I give you what you need?
When she calls you to go
There is something you should know
We don’t have to live this way
Baby why don’t you stay?

You keep telling me baby
There will come a time
When you will leave her arms
And forever be in mine
Well I don’t think that’s the truth
And I don’t like being used
And I’m tired of waiting
It’s too much pain to have to bear
To love a man you have to share

Why don’t you stay?
I’m down on my knees
I’m so tired of being lonely
Don’t I give you what you need?
When she calls you to go
There is something you should know
We don’t have to live this way
Baby why don’t you stay?

I can’t take it any longer
But my will is getting stronger
And I think I know just what I have to do
‘Cause I can’t waste another minute
After all that I’ve put in it
I’ve given you my best
Why does she get the best of you?
So the next time you find
You want to leave her bed for mine…

Why don’t you stay?
I’m up off my knees
I’m so tired of being lonely
You can’t give me what I need
When she calls for to go
There is something you should know
I don’t have to live this way
Baby why don’t you stay.

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“This song is about a mistress who gets with the program and decides she’s better than being ‘the other woman’.” She goes on to give a more detailed explaination:

“I had been listening to the radio and I heard Reba McEntire sing the song ‘Whoever’s in New England’, you know that song, it’s about a woman whose husband goes off on bizness a whole lot and apparently New England is one place he does bizness a whole lot, there’s a lot of bizness going on in New England and she just sits there and says ‘Hey, when whoever’s in New England is through with you I’ll be right here!’ and my first thought was ‘SCREW THAT!’ But then I thought, you know, this story has been told so many times on so many levels - what could we do to make this story fresh, how can we freshen up this story and I thought well why don’t we tell it from the perspective of the mistress? And yeah, it’s a little saucy, but then I thought well that’s kind of a defeated place to come from you know, to be the other woman and to feel so sad that this person won’t choose you fully and won’t commit, and you know - if that’s the way you found them, I’m pretty sure… we could go on and on. You’ll notice in this song that even though it’s from the perspective of the mistress, there’s a point in it where she has a revelation so to speak… she sees the light.”



Are we clear now? Do you get what I’m telling you? I have -0- sympathy for you, so stop trying to extract it from me. It’s all on you now, I’m not lifting one more finger for this friendship. Now stop crying, you have shit to do and decisions to make.

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Famed attorney Johnnie Cochran dead at 67
LOS ANGELES (CNN) — Famed attorney Johnnie Cochran, 67, perhaps best known for his defense of O.J. Simpson, died Tuesday at his home in Los Angeles.
Source: CNN [Link]

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Boy Scout director charged with having child porn
Organization ‘dismayed and shocked by allegations
Source: MSNBC [Link]

I think I’m going to vomit.

Jerry Falwell back in hospital
Medical condition not disclosed
Source: CNN [Link]

If he dies, I’m having a party. It might just be me that attends, but I’m still having one. Wow, Jerry, Terri, & JP II. It’s not even my birthday!

says it all best
I love you, honey. Keep your head up.
Source: his LJ [Link]

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Tomorrow is my mommy’s birthday, she’ll be 71 years old. I’m sure it’s strange to people that my parents are so much older than theirs generally are, but there you go. I was the “SURPRISE, WE WERE WRONG, YOU REALLY CAN GET PREGNANT!” baby they had unexpectedly. I don’t know, you’d think that alone would have tipped them off.

Years ago my mother told me that the reason she thinks I have such an affinity for cooking and spending time in the kitchen is because I was conceived on the kitchen table. While most kids would be totally freaked out by a parent saying such a thing, I thought it was hilarious.

I’m in an odd mood today. I’m about to take inventory of the fridge, freezer, and pantry and make up a corresponding grocery list so we can have food in the house again. I have no idea what to make for dinner, either. I’m thinking of getting some nice farmer’s market veggies and grilling them, and having some spinach/ricotta/mushroom stufed chicken or something along with it. Who knows what we’ll end up with. I’m a bit tired and a bit restless at the same time, so figure that one out. Alright, time for inventory and coupon gathering for my grocery list, I might make a new video post later.

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