Tag: Ignorance

I Can’t Believe It

OK, yesterday I wrote and posted a bit on racism. And how a television reporter might be guilty of being “insensitive,” at least by something he said “in passing.” But I wasn’t sure.

So in a moment of extreme uncertainty, I “panicked” and deleted it without actually thinking it through, relatively soon after posting it. For which I came to feel “guilty” over what I had done. Sure about what I wrote and not being entirely sure of my “footing,” but a lot more about deleting it. I’m not too sure of “proper blogging practices,” but deleting something, no matter how soon after posting would seem to me to be a “no-no.” 

Point being guilt is a powerful emotion. That’s probably why an American President’s hair is a lot more grey following leaving office, eh? Oh, and I’ve since reposted A Moment Of Racism? Continue reading I Can’t Believe It

A Moment Of Racism?

Originally appearing here and was subsequently yanked yesterday, Saturday August 23rd, 2008…

I was planning on taking it easy today. For whatever reason–I’ve a suspicion those two extra beers last evening didn’t contribute to my “fettered” motivation–what ya gonna do, not watch Dazed And Confused?

I know, shoulda known better than to watch CNN while trying to relax today. What’s done is done…

The big “news” was Barack Obama choosing Joe Biden as his running mate in his quest for the American Presidency. Interestingly it’s painfully compelling to watch the various idiots talk the shit out of a subject. But just before I had my fill John King–the dink who “broke” a story that any Democrat with a cell phone already knew–dropped what I assume is a moment of racism? Continue reading A Moment Of Racism?

The Yerb

Until recently I’ve never been a person who likes to consume any sort of hot beverage. Honestly I’ve never understood why a person would want to actually drink a pipping hot liquid that frankly tastes like ass. And tea, undeservedly fell into the same category that coffee, of any sort so richly deserves.

But it’s been a good three years since I started drinking a South American wild tea called Yerba-Mate… Continue reading The Yerb

Quadriplegia

Something about the label “quadriplegic” and being considered a “quad” was something that never felt right. Not for any other reason than I felt it failed to give my ability proper description. In terms of I how used to view the term as a description of a disability more than anything.

When I think of a person who suffers from quadriplegia I tend to picture people I’ve shared time with in rehab. Individuals who, for the most part have a fair amount of difficulty moving most of their body below their neck. Not that I saw it as degrading or insulting. Honestly I just thought of myself not fitting into, what I perceived as the classification.

I realize how flawed my interpretation of the condition was, and yes I’ve rearranged the way in which I look upon it and myself. Continue reading Quadriplegia