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With no claims of moral purity, I’m quitting Facebook

Perhaps quitting Facebook will begin a cascade of new choices that leads me in the direction of living my intended values. Perhaps. That is to say, quitting Facebook feels like the ethically and morally right choice for me but I’m not on any high horse. I use Amazon Prime way too much, for example, and am not ready to look at quitting that (yet).

Why am I quitting Facebook? Here’s my list of…

With no claims of moral purity, I’m quitting Facebook

Perhaps quitting Facebook will begin a cascade of new choices that leads me in the direction of living my intended values. Perhaps. That is to say, quitting Facebook feels like the ethically and morally right choice for me but I’m not on any high horse. I use Amazon Prime way too much, for example, and am not ready to look at quitting that (yet).

Why am I quitting Facebook? Here’s my list of…

Expanding freedom is our responsibility; it’s why the United States of America exists. Sometimes a mistake is made that becomes so intertwined in our social and legal systems, it seems impossible to change. Slavery was one of those tanker types of institutions. Check in with the South to see how they fared when it was abolished, right? Interdependent systems were destroyed, people’s lives were…

tea party movement = return to monarchy

In case anyone thought my desperate plea that progressives stop calling the Tea Party movement members names meant I support their positions, let me get very clear: If our nation continues down the radical right path the Tea Party movement espouses, we are doomed. Our nation will not survive if the radical right frames continue dominating our discourse and ruling our nation.

I’m not exaggerating.…

responding to Part I (reframining)

I got a wonderful response to the Part I: reframing and why respecting the Tea Party is our only hope. Trouble is, in the comments section, I had a doozy of a time trying to respond effectively. Anonymous shared such a great reply, though, that I’m copying it here (I figure if Anonymous was willing to post it in the comments further public sharing would be okay), with my response. Anonymous is…

The voices are so loud.* They shame me. They tell me lies. They want me afraid. They see that I might self-destruct and they think that worrying and fear will make it better. They are liars.

Just hours ago I had an epiphany. I’ve tried writing this down a couple times now and each time I envision the repercussions of going public with my honest thoughts on this subject and I get stuck. That’s…

The Economics of Parenting

Our country’s priorities are messed up. All the talk of “family values” (code words for James Dobson-esque right wing radical Christianity being the Right and True Way) is deeply, deeply anti-family when we look at reality.

The answer to ending bullying (or most serious problems our children face) is a real living wage for all workers and making corporate greed illegal. I’m not anti-profit, mind…

Freedom, Apathy, Excuses, and Age

In the past few months I spent some time on tumblr. Whether it just happened that the crowd of people I followed were mostly at least a decade younger than me or if that’s the typical population for tumblr, I’m not sure. My introspection has turned to my aging, spurred on by some culture shocks I’ve felt when I realized that I really am “old” to so many of these kids. Or, that they are “kids” to…

23 years ago today

Most days I don’t remember exactly what I was doing x number of years ago. But, today, on this evening I remember clearly what I was doing 23 years ago. I was house sitting in St. Paul, MN. I was (sorry to our family friends in whose home I was sitting who might read this post!) very, very stoned (marijuana) and a little drunk. I was in emotional crisis, too. I was suddenly truly terrified that I…

23 years ago today

Most days I don’t remember exactly what I was doing x number of years ago. But, today, on this evening I remember clearly what I was doing 23 years ago. I was house sitting in St. Paul, MN. I was (sorry to our family friends in whose home I was sitting who might read this post!) very, very stoned (marijuana) and a little drunk. I was in emotional crisis, too. I was suddenly truly terrified that I…