The front row overreaction 

Yesterday, Mark Cuban responded with a yes to the Clinton campaign’s invitation to sit in the front row of Mondays debate. Mark Cuban is a billionaire reality show star and is a nemesis of Trump. The invite was a somewhat dickish move meant to put Trump off his game.

Billionaire Mark Cuban

 But nowhere near as shitty as what Trump responded with. It was announced today that Trump will have a guest of his own in the front row in order to throw Clinton into a breakdown (I guess ) and her name is Ginnifer Flowers.

Ginnifer Flowers, Bill Clintons mistress from the 90’s

Current photo of Flowers

 In case you are too young to remember, Ms Flowers was having a consensual sexual relationship with Bill Clinton in the 90’s.Frankly I’m more surprised that the front row will not include these two as well. 

Paula Jones sued Bill Clinton for sexual harassment

Monica Lewinsky the intern who famously had an affair with the former president. Sometimes a cigar …

Trump’s reactions are generally over the top, but this one is truly deplorable. Is there no one in the Trump camp that remembers this? 

Hillary under fire during Benghazi hearings

Hillary’s been on the receiving end of the Republican shit storm for decades and, not only is she still standing, she’s thriving. Her skin has become thicker over time  So someone from over 20 years ago won’t put a dent in her armor. I fully expect that the look on Hillary’s face after the debate will look like this  …

And Donald’s will look like this after Hillary brings up the fact that he cheated on 2 of his 3 wives and will go to trial for raping a child ..


Religious tolerance 

Being a good Canadian woman, I have tried to live my life without outward judgment of those who believe in things that I find ridiculous. I have allowed these people to try to shove their beliefs down my throat without so much as a peep of disagreement. Until about 10 years ago, I would never have even mentioned my atheist ways in person, to anyone but family or like minded individuals  . I’d sit in silence and try to tune out all of the religious nonsense being bandied about, while inwardly chanting , you must be tolerant, or, live and let live.  I never allowed these folks the opportunity to show me the same tolerance, thinking I was taking the high road.  Then, out of the blue, something in me changed and I decided to be open about my atheism. Open, not in your face, but when faced with people who had to talk about their religion, I’d mention that I am an atheist. That’s how it started.  It soon became clear that I was alone in my tolerance more often than not. The reactions to my different opinion ran the gambit from wanting to save me, to seeing it as a personal attack, , to attacking me for some perceived evil.  Why should I have to tolerate your beliefs, if you don’t tolerate mine?  All I was saying is that I didn’t beleive what they believe, why is that so offensive? 

It’s reactions like this that have made me so much more vocal about my views. To the point where I now take some pleasure winding them up and watching them go. Don’t get me wrong,  I’m not calling them stupid or anything personal,  just questioning their religion(s) and inwardly (never to their faces ) laughing my ass off as they try to justify things like incest, genocide or rape. I will openly question people who try to save my soul with, why does it matter to you?  I have yet to get a response to  that one that isn’t entirely narcissistic. I’ve been accused of hating god, to which I reply with,  it’s not possible to hate something you don’t believe exists.  Besides, I only hate the fact that the world still legislates in favour of religion. I’ve long said, I don’t care what you believe, just don’t try to make me believe it too. I am now sick of having to listen to why your religion makes you “a better person ” when your behavior towards me clearly states otherwise. I am sick and tired of the guilt tripping and the questioning of my morality, especially when I know all of the crap you’ve been “forgiven “. Let’s be honest about who forgave you, shall we?  You forgave yourself so you can look yourself in the mirror without seeing the person who did those things.  By believing that God forgives you, you justify your actions, but take no responsibility for them. If God forgives you, you don’t have to make amends to the people you’ve done wrong. 

I’ve asked, but what if you’re wrong about religion?  That question always gets rebuked immediately. They won’t allow themselves to even consider the possibility.  

Although I find the idea of having to live beyond this life abhorrant, if I am wrong, and I end up where the godly constantly wish me to be, burning in hell for all eternity, at least I’ll be in the company of people I can actually tolerate if only because they don’t lie about their human nature. 

The switch turned ON 

Something incredible happened yesterday. The switch in my brain that controls the left side of my body suddenly clicked on and my left side; leg, torso, neck,shoulder and face woke up.   I still have no movement in my left arm and hand, but the shoulder woke up today and that’s something. Saturday,  I was talking single tiny steps that I had to concentrate on fully. There was no fluidity of movement. Then yesterday everything  just  remembered how to move and , the above video was shot. I must confess to having given up hope of ever walking properly again about a month ago but my rebellious body apparently didn’t . It’s almost impossible not to give into the depression that inevitably comes with a long, slow recovery . I can now say, as of today, with confidence and for the very  first time that I finally believe I  will be walking. And it’s going to be soon!

The question of sin.

Sin- definition, an immoral act considered a transgression of divine law.

Every religion shoves this down our collective throats from the moment we enter the world, until our dying breath .

 I have yet to see any atheists disagree with this statement. I don’t understand why it’s so difficult to let go of the idea that it’s possible to ‘sin ‘if you don’t believe that divine law exists. If we atheists truly do not believe that any gods exist, why do we give any credence to the concept of divine law?  The only laws to be concerned with are the ones we’ve come to agree upon in our country of origin. It’s bad enough that many of these laws were based on the religious doctrine of each region, but if the separation of church and state truly mean anything in your country, it should mean if any law is there because of religious beliefs and only those beliefs, why is it there at all? 

The words are meant to make us feel guilty and bad about being human. This tactic is used by any organization that wants to control your behavior. They tell us that we must be torn down in order to be built back up correctly. Who says what is correct? Perhaps it’s time we all let go of the idea of perfection and realize that as humans we are all capable of acts of great kindness, altruism and generosity as well as acts of brutality and cruelty. Perhaps it’s time to stop listening to the people who want to control us and stop believing something just because you’ve heard it your whole life.  Just because a statement is familiar, doesn’t mean it’s true. 

I see atheists everywhere telling people to question religious authority. so why not question the concept of sin? Are we afraid of the freedom this might give us all to be human without the guilt and shame required to control our behavior?  As humans,  we all do shitty things in varying degrees. These things are mistakes and making mistakes is how we learn what not to do. There is plenty of retribution in this world. We don’t have to make up eternal retribution. 

I, for one believe that we are capable of controlling ourselves without threat of eternal suffering, or supernatural judgements.  Think about the worst thing you’ve ever done in life. Chances are it’s nothing in comparison to the things the godly do in the name of their faith every day.  Taking away people’s rights, calling for death upon those who  choose to disagree, or who were born with different proclivities, or who were born female.  These are the acts of the fearful and the cowardly, hiding behind the fantasy that they’re special because they have permission to hate. We all hate. We do not all act on it. 

There will always be mentally ill people doing horrid things. But perhaps there would be less mental illness if we weren’t spoon fed the idea that we should feel bad about ourselves from birth forward because of an invisible man up in the sky who gives a fuck about every little fart .

Welcome to my world 

I foolishly booked a full pelvic ultrasound exactly one year after a stroke that nearly killed me, then spent the day and night before with my head drowning in paranoia. I was convinced that I’d get another shit storm of medical drama. While I won’t know the results for a couple of weeks yet, the one thing that never entered my mind was that my wonderful husband would suffer a painful situation of his own. On his 3rd day back from a 3 week medical leave my sweet husband threw his back out and now begins a painful recovery process of his own. He’s barely walking, sometimes crawling and using my manual wheelchair in combination with a cane. He wheeled himself to the doctor and got a script for muscle relaxants and pain killers along with an education in what it’s like to be me. 

With a sudden loss of mobility, having to rely on outside help and constant pain, he ventured out into the world only to find the people in it are shitty when it comes to being faced with a wheelchair. The only people who were nice were his doctor, who squeezed him into a busy schedule and a homeless fellow who opened a door for him. Everyone else either looked  down their noses at him or tried really hard not to look at all.

The one thing I’ve never been able to explain very well is when something happens that takes away your mobility you are still you, but the world ceases to see you as human they look at you  with fear and disgust, or worse,  pity. In the 3 hours it took to get to the doctors and back, my husband had to endure something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy,  a loss of humanity. Thankfully ,his back should be more temporary than my paralysis 

In the mean time, I’ll be bathing less without the help I need to get into the tub for a while.