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Connecting Critters

Seeking our inner anger

I was in a conversation recently about reading sites we know are guaranteed to make us angry. I was reminded of this tonight, when for the second time in a row, I went to this weblog of a woman who could probably find a way to say “Good Morning” and be infuriating. At least to me.

We have nothing we agree on. We could never agree–the differences between us go to the very core of us. More than that, though, there is no open avenue to have any form of effective communication. The most I could ever get from reading her site is frustrated outrage and anger.

So why did I go back a second time?

Why do we continue to read people’s weblog if they make us angry? More, why do we read people we have no respect for? If you have no respect for me, why do you continue to read me? I always assume that the one thing those who read my site have in common is that you respect me, in some small way. You may not agree with me. You may disagree often. You may not like me. But there’s something besides loathing and anger. Or why read me?

Reminds me: We had a black cat that lived in the apartment a couple of doors down from us. It’s owners would let it out to walk around, and it would immediately head for our window. We would call out “Cat, Zoë!” and she would run to the window as fast as she could. She would start hissing and growling and puffing our her fur, and the black cat would hiss and growl and puff out his fur and then they would swat at each other in the window. Not many times, just a couple. Then the black cat would go away, Zoë straining as hard as she could to watch him go.

When his family moved away, she was depressed for weeks.

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Political

Two different acts

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

The anti-war movement that existed before we invaded Iraq, has now been tasked with ensuring that we withdraw from Iraq. Thanks to a mother of a dead soldier and the folk singer, Joan Baez, the chant of ‘Get us out of Iraq now!’ can be heard across the land.

However, the “anti-war” movement in question isn’t really one movement, it’s two.

The first was based on an effort to prevent the President of the United States from unilaterally invading Iraq for no really justifiable reason. I was part of this movement, and take very little comfort in knowing that everything I wrote about the consequences of an invasion before we entered Iraq has come true: the looting of historical treasures, the uncertainty of civil war, Iraq now becoming a focus for terrorism, and the mistreatment and subjugation of women.

It is because of the latter that I am not part of the second “anti-war” movement: the demand to pull out of Iraq now. Ms. Baez has confused Iraq with Vietnam, and has dusted off her anti-war songs, and the country is ready to get out of something that is expensive in terms of lives and money. Yet, Iraq didn’t ask us to invade, and we had no justification for doing so. To pull out now, after only a cursory token effort to ensure stability, makes us into the worst form of invaders–those who come, conquer, pillage, and then leave.

I used to sing these anti-war songs once, long ago, but not now. Iraq is not Vietnam. I hate having to be on the side of those who promoted our invasion of Iraq, but I can’t see us pulling out now. Not because the President’s “job isn’t done”–I could care less for that man and his pathetic attempts to salvage his image for history. It’s because as bad as it is in Iraq now for women, as well as other minorities such as gays and members of religions other than the dominate three, if we pull out it only threatens to get worse. Much worse.

As it stands now, if a particular type of Islamic law, Shari’a, is incorporated into the constitution for Iraq, there is no doubt that women stand to lose many of their rights in that country. Though some vague wording about ‘rights’ is incorporated, it is hedged about with a provision that only if such rights don’t violate Shari’a. We only have to look next door, in Iran, to see the ‘fairness’ of Shari’a. Iranian law condones the murder of sixteen year old girls for having sex. That isn’t law. That isn’t even inhumanity. It has to climb a long away to be called “inhumanity”.

Bush has said that the Iraqi draft Constitution protects women’s rights. According to the San Franciso Chronicle:

Bush said Tuesday that the draft constitution protects women.

“The way the constitution is written is that women have got rights, inherent rights recognized in the constitution,’’ Bush said, adding it is important that the draft said Islam is “not ‘the’ religion, but ‘a’ religion.’’

If we’re to believe President Bush, then we know where we can find the “guaranteed” rights for women: sitting right next to the Weapons of Mass Destruction that led us into Iraq in the first place.

(Thanks to Lauren for link to Heretik.)

And there’s this from the Daily Pepper. And a partial translation of the draft constitution.

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Technology

New toys

I downloaded the new Google Talk to my Win2K machine. For those 8 people who are still reading me, you can reach me at burningbird@gmail.com, Shelley Powers, if you want to chat.

Only problem is, I’m on my Mac 90% of the time. The only time I’m using Windows is when I’m working with DreamWeaver; otherwise, I’m usually on Ubuntu when I’m not on the Mac. Soooo, if you want to chat, you’ll have to send me an email and tell me to get on to my PC and switch to the Blue One. Which I guess goes to show that the lowest common denominator for any new technical innovation is still the people who use it.

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Weblogging

Minor syndication tweak

I have tweaked the syndication feed to filter out the photos. I figured that these are either adding a burden to the feed reads, or if they make it into an aggregator, are morphed out of shape.

If you want to look at photos, you’ll have to click through.

If you’re a WordPress user and provide full feeds and don’t want your pictures flowing into the feed, let me know and I’ll whip up a plugin for you to use.

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Healthcare

When it rains

I just found out this morning I have to have a root canal to the tune of 880.00. I was all set for a bout of feeling pretty sorry for myself–or should I say, sorrier for myself–but then this small job opens up and that small job opens up, and I just got an assignment to write an article, and damn it, I really like some of the photos I took the last couple of days.

Oddly enough, I am left with a strong desire to write something funny. When you laugh, the act requires such a violent personal involvement, it overwhelms all your senses and you can no longer feel pain.