Daily Archives: March 28, 2016

This is Scary

http://www.foxnews.com/world/2016/03/28/german-rail-service-to-roll-out-women-only-train-cars-amid-fears-over-migrant-assaults.html

It’s very sad to see that people who have found a safe haven from the violence of war in Syria, are biting the very hand that opened the doors of safety to let them in.

I have seen enough first-hand to know that men from religious communities where women are expected to cover themselves, consider any woman who does not cover to be a “whore,” fair game for sexual harassment and assault.

These “migrant” (in quotes because they are refugees, not true migrants) men are confused.  They think that German women should play by their rules.  They forget that they are actually guests in their host country, and should be on their best behavior.  Instead they have brought a new brand of terror into the home of their hosts.

But is Germany making noises about packing these criminals off, back to where they came from?  If so, please let me know, because I would like to wish them bon voyage.

No, instead, Germany’s response is to provide special segregated train cars for women and their young children.  Boys up to 10 years of age can ride with their moms.  Otherwise the boys must ride in the cars with “everybody else.”

Ohhhhh-kaaaay.

How many things can you find wrong with this picture?

First…uh, first….

There are just so many, I don’t even know where to start.

First, Germany needs a massive kick in the ass for tolerating what amounts to an epidemic of lawlessness, to which it responds not by deporting the perpetrators, but by punishing women for the crime of going on about their lives as German citizens and not putting on burkas so as not to get raped. 

The concession of designated rail cars for women who don’t want to get raped is outrageous.  How about designating male-only cars instead, for males traveling without a female escort?

And what about male children over the age of ten, who, in the female-only scheme, cannot travel with their mothers?  I would never, ever trust a young male to the same criminal element that is causing Germany to scramble for a solution to sexual assaults on its women.  Have they not heard of “bacha bazi”?  “Boy play/games,” that means.  Rape of boys, very common in the Arab world, culturally acceptable in many areas.  Not so much in Germany, though.

I am not interested in politics.  At.  All.  I am interested in the humane treatment of all creatures.  And I have a particular interest in protecting people who do good in the world.

German women and children should not have to pay the price for its misguided government having opened its doors indiscriminately to gangs of ruffians who repay kindness with raping and pillaging. 

I’m sure there are many good-heated and deserving refugees among the evil ones.  Let them police themselves!   Or are there really so many bad apples that the whole barrel is rotten?   So many, that women must take refuge in separate rail cars, in their own native land?

Those who bite the hand that opens the door to safety must go.  The good and kind people who opened their borders to those who appeared to be in distress must not live in fear for their safety.  They must not sacrifice their quality of life for a public relations campaign on the part of their government.

Or is Ms. Merkel in bed with Mr. Trump????


This is Scary

http://www.foxnews.com/world/2016/03/28/german-rail-service-to-roll-out-women-only-train-cars-amid-fears-over-migrant-assaults.html

It’s very sad to see that people who have found a safe haven from the violence of war in Syria, are biting the very hand that opened the doors of safety to let them in.

I have seen enough first-hand to know that men from religious communities where women are expected to cover themselves, consider any woman who does not cover to be a “whore,” fair game for sexual harassment and assault.

These “migrant” (in quotes because they are refugees, not true migrants) men are confused.  They think that German women should play by their rules.  They forget that they are actually guests in their host country, and should be on their best behavior.  Instead they have brought a new brand of terror into the home of their hosts.

But is Germany making noises about packing these criminals off, back to where they came from?  If so, please let me know, because I would like to wish them bon voyage.

No, instead, Germany’s response is to provide special segregated train cars for women and their young children.  Boys up to 10 years of age can ride with their moms.  Otherwise the boys must ride in the cars with “everybody else.”

Ohhhhh-kaaaay.

How many things can you find wrong with this picture?

First…uh, first….

There are just so many, I don’t even know where to start.

First, Germany needs a massive kick in the ass for tolerating what amounts to an epidemic of lawlessness, to which it responds not by deporting the perpetrators, but by punishing women for the crime of going on about their lives as German citizens and not putting on burkas so as not to get raped. 

The concession of designated rail cars for women who don’t want to get raped is outrageous.  How about designating male-only cars instead, for males traveling without a female escort?

And what about male children over the age of ten, who, in the female-only scheme, cannot travel with their mothers?  I would never, ever trust a young male to the same criminal element that is causing Germany to scramble for a solution to sexual assaults on its women.  Have they not heard of “bacha bazi”?  “Boy play/games,” that means.  Rape of boys, very common in the Arab world, culturally acceptable in many areas.  Not so much in Germany, though.

I am not interested in politics.  At.  All.  I am interested in the humane treatment of all creatures.  And I have a particular interest in protecting people who do good in the world.

German women and children should not have to pay the price for its misguided government having opened its doors indiscriminately to gangs of ruffians who repay kindness with raping and pillaging. 

I’m sure there are many good-heated and deserving refugees among the evil ones.  Let them police themselves!   Or are there really so many bad apples that the whole barrel is rotten?   So many, that women must take refuge in separate rail cars, in their own native land?

Those who bite the hand that opens the door to safety must go.  The good and kind people who opened their borders to those who appeared to be in distress must not live in fear for their safety.  They must not sacrifice their quality of life for a public relations campaign on the part of their government.

Or is Ms. Merkel in bed with Mr. Trump????


This is Scary

http://www.foxnews.com/world/2016/03/28/german-rail-service-to-roll-out-women-only-train-cars-amid-fears-over-migrant-assaults.html

It’s very sad to see that people who have found a safe haven from the violence of war in Syria, are biting the very hand that opened the doors of safety to let them in.

I have seen enough first-hand to know that men from religious communities where women are expected to cover themselves, consider any woman who does not cover to be a “whore,” fair game for sexual harassment and assault.

These “migrant” (in quotes because they are refugees, not true migrants) men are confused.  They think that German women should play by their rules.  They forget that they are actually guests in their host country, and should be on their best behavior.  Instead they have brought a new brand of terror into the home of their hosts.

But is Germany making noises about packing these criminals off, back to where they came from?  If so, please let me know, because I would like to wish them bon voyage.

No, instead, Germany’s response is to provide special segregated train cars for women and their young children.  Boys up to 10 years of age can ride with their moms.  Otherwise the boys must ride in the cars with “everybody else.”

Ohhhhh-kaaaay.

How many things can you find wrong with this picture?

First…uh, first….

There are just so many, I don’t even know where to start.

First, Germany needs a massive kick in the ass for tolerating what amounts to an epidemic of lawlessness, to which it responds not by deporting the perpetrators, but by punishing women for the crime of going on about their lives as German citizens and not putting on burkas so as not to get raped. 

The concession of designated rail cars for women who don’t want to get raped is outrageous.  How about designating male-only cars instead, for males traveling without a female escort?

And what about male children over the age of ten, who, in the female-only scheme, cannot travel with their mothers?  I would never, ever trust a young male to the same criminal element that is causing Germany to scramble for a solution to sexual assaults on its women.  Have they not heard of “bacha bazi”?  “Boy play/games,” that means.  Rape of boys, very common in the Arab world, culturally acceptable in many areas.  Not so much in Germany, though.

I am not interested in politics.  At.  All.  I am interested in the humane treatment of all creatures.  And I have a particular interest in protecting people who do good in the world.

German women and children should not have to pay the price for its misguided government having opened its doors indiscriminately to gangs of ruffians who repay kindness with raping and pillaging. 

I’m sure there are many good-heated and deserving refugees among the evil ones.  Let them police themselves!   Or are there really so many bad apples that the whole barrel is rotten?   So many, that women must take refuge in separate rail cars, in their own native land?

Those who bite the hand that opens the door to safety must go.  The good and kind people who opened their borders to those who appeared to be in distress must not live in fear for their safety.  They must not sacrifice their quality of life for a public relations campaign on the part of their government.

Or is Ms. Merkel in bed with Mr. Trump????


Racing thoughts, no work done

Almost seem to be cycling these last three days.
Saturday I was extremely irritable. I felt miserable. Had no patience for kids or Mary. I know it was terrible to be around me. I was just so low. No energy.  We went out to a restaurant and Phillip screamed multiple times. It was so stressful. Then we drove around to look at other landscaping in the neighborhood.

The imminent landscaping we are doing is going to be very expensive which is a stress in itself.  There are so many decisions to make as to which plants etc. When we got home I just collapsed on the couch and drifted off.
Sunday we cleaned house almost all day to get ready for company. I was energetic and exuberant. I took Phillip to the grocery store all by myself, which requires an unusual amount of gumption and confidence.
Today I was back to work after only a two day work week. I got nothing done. Literally nothing. I was on my phone a bunch, did laundry, took a lunch nap, and read a bunch of blogs. I couldn't focus even on activities that weren't work. My mind was going too fast. And of course getting nothing done at work led to terrible anxiety and guilt. Which led to more procrastination. Rinse and repeat.
What's going on? I'm not sure. Probably relevant that I got five hours of sleep three nights in a row. And that I forgot to take my meds on Saturday. I hardly ever forget. Like once every two months.
My advice to myself: don't get too stressed out about the past. Tomorrow could be very productive and balanced. Today doesn't mean that tomorrow has to be any certain way.

Image credit: Wikipedia

Racing thoughts, no work done

Almost seem to be cycling these last three days.

Saturday I was extremely irritable. I felt miserable. Had no patience for kids or Mary. I know it was terrible to be around me. I was just so low. No energy.  We went out to a restaurant and Curly Jones screamed multiple times. It was so stressful. Then we drove around to look at other landscaping in the neighborhood. The imminent landscaping we are doing is going to be very expensive which is a stress in itself.  There are so many decisions to make as to which plants etc. When we got home I just collapsed on the couch and drifted off.

Sunday we cleaned house almost all day to get ready for company. I was energetic and exuberant. I took Curly Jones to the grocery store all by myself, which requires an unusual amount of gumption and confidence.

Today I was back to work after only a two day work week. I got nothing done. Literally nothing. I was on my phone a bunch, did laundry, took a lunch nap, and read a bunch of blogs. I couldn't focus even on activities that weren't work. My mind was going too fast. And of course getting nothing done at work led to terrible anxiety and guilt. Which led to more procrastination. Rinse and repeat.

What's going on? I'm not sure. Probably relevant that I got five hours of sleep three nights in a row. And that I forgot to take my meds on Saturday. I hardly ever forget. Like once every two months.

My advice to myself: don't get too stressed out about the past. Tomorrow could be very productive and balanced. Today doesn't mean that tomorrow has to be any certain way.

Mental Darwinism

A question recently posed by my psychiatrist: what is the evolutionary advantage to feelings, specifically bad feelings like depression or anxiety? I should first note that my doctor strictly adheres to the methodology of cognitive behavioral therapy. He believes that all emotions have triggers, and finding those triggers are the key to good health. He […]

Mental Darwinism

A question recently posed by my psychiatrist: what is the evolutionary advantage to feelings, specifically bad feelings like depression or anxiety? I should first note that my doctor strictly adheres to the methodology of cognitive behavioral therapy. He believes that all emotions have triggers, and finding those triggers are the key to good health. He […]

Toads

I have become stuck in a rut. For months now when I have headed out on my bicycle it has been to the same place. The same 3 mile climb, the same 2 mile descent (that’s right, I live in the French Alps) the same fields, the same sheep, the same horses. Don’t get me wrong, I like that route. And that’s the problem. For a while now, I have hardly been out in the countryside, and when I have it’s been 9 miles north, a coffee at the same deli in the same small town, and back home again. Beautiful views, for sure – but they’re the same views.

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In the 2000s I was also a creature of habit; but I had a several rides that I would go on regularly. The routes were out of a couple of cycling rides books that I had. Then, at some point the books got forgotten in a drawer somewhere and I set off elsewhere. Sometime last year I found one of the books. The pages were curled at the corners, some stuck together.  Browsing in a bookshop a few weeks later I came across a copy. That copy replaced the dog – eared one in the drawer (can someone please explain?) A few weeks ago I came across it. I chose a route that I hadn’t been on for, what must have been nearly 10 years, took the train out to a station on the route and wheeled my bike out onto the pavement. The station was familiar enough, but which direction do I take? I had the sense to ask a passer by and off I set. The route was vaguely familiar, I had to refer to my route book every few miles. I had completely forgotten – but managed to complete – the mile long climb halfway through. I clattered through the last few miles to catch the one – an – hour train back home.

I felt exhilarated

I had gone back to somewhere, done something I had no done for years. I returned to a place I had discarded. I will be there again. I will ride other pages of that book, too. And soon. And before I ride out 9 miles north to the deli again.

 

Toads

Why should I let the toad work
Squat on my life?
Can’t I use my wit as a pitchfork
And drive the brute off?

Six days of the week it soils
With its sickening poison –
Just for paying a few bills!
That’s out of proportion.

Lots of folk live on their wits:
Lecturers, lispers,
Losels, loblolly-men, louts-
They don’t end as paupers;

Lots of folk live up lanes
With fires in a bucket,
Eat windfalls and tinned sardines-
they seem to like it.

Their nippers have got bare feet,
Their unspeakable wives
Are skinny as whippets – and yet
No one actually starves.

Ah, were I courageous enough
To shout Stuff your pension!
But I know, all too well, that’s the stuff
That dreams are made on:

For something sufficiently toad-like
Squats in me, too;
Its hunkers are heavy as hard luck,
And cold as snow,

And will never allow me to blarney
My way of getting
The fame and the girl and the money
All at one sitting.

I don’t say, one bodies the other
One’s spiritual truth;
But I do say it’s hard to lose either,
When you have both.

Philip Larkin (1922 – 1985)


Weekly Wrap-Up March 28, 2016

This weeks weekly wrap-up is mixed. I lost weight last week, but my overall mood took a dive. The positive is my novel is going well. Mood As I did last week, I’m measuring my mood based on my hygiene. I showered most days, but it was a struggle. Rarely do I shower earlier than […]

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Tweaking Meds

11 days ago I called and left a rambling message for Brent about feeling worse and fearing that I was going to screw up my job and could we please do something about this before April?  His nurse called me back and after some phone tag she interrogated me about what was going on and […]