I'm warning you. This is different.
I am steaming right now. Literally steaming mad. Why?
Ignorance.
Apathy.
Intolerance.
And a variety of things that I probably shouldn't say in a public forum.
If you haven't heard (and that is very likely, as I only heard about it through a solitary tumblr post), Uganda is currently debating an Anti-Homosexuality Bill in their Parliament. Several versions have been tossed around, but the two major punishments for homosexuality would be seven years in prison (Edit: CNN now says that homosexuals will face life in prison) or the death penalty.
I know, back up. The death penalty. That is an option. In their rationing, homosexuality is the "death of our culture." (Their words, not mine. They are almost too disgusting to type out) So, to them, it is completely fine to kill an entire segment of the population.
What kills me is that this Bill isn't new. It has gone through the proper government channels and is now all the way up into the Ugandan Parliament. Yet, the world has done nothing. Didn't we promise "Never Again" after the Holocaust? Isn't one of the main goals of the United Nations to protect all people, regardless of gender, race, or group? And the United States. We are so quick to involve ourselves elsewhere, but we turn a blind eye to people who are under immanent danger.
So please, please, please sign this petition at AllOut.org. And read up on this tragedy on the BBC News Site, CNN website, and in the Taiwan News.
Again, this is a crime not only against the people of Uganda, but the people of the world. No one should stand for this, regardless of race, creed, gender, or culture. This is not right. This is not fair. And this must be stopped.
Once again, visit here:
http://www.allout.org/en/petition/uganda
And tell as many people as you can. Please, sign this petition. It only takes a second, and it could be the pressure needed to force the world to see this crises.
And if you don't believe that one single act can make a difference, watch this. I just hope more people follow this brave boy's example and Stand Up for what is right.
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Monday, May 9, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Violently Happy ...
Yes, I realize I've posted two videos in a row. And in the space of two days.
What can I say? Procrastination is hard to upkeep. Fortunately, I am very good at it.
Of course, it helps that I just got a massive influx of people from Denmark visiting this blog. It makes me feel like a real blogger with a nice side of warm bubblies. HOLLA DENMARK!
I've had a creepy obsession with Bjork before and even remixes of Bjork songs. But I really really like this one. Part of it is because its uber trippy and awkward and awesome. But the other part is that it's about being violently happy. Which makes me laugh a tad. I remember one article I read at the being of this year about being happy out of pure spite. Which actually sounds like a good motto. Not that you should be spiteful. It's just that you should be happy in spite of what others say/think/do. Prove to them how awesome you really are. Show them that they cannot take the thing that makes you, you. And you are special. There will never be another you. (I really don't think the world could handle that much epic coolness)
Never forget to be awesome.
What can I say? Procrastination is hard to upkeep. Fortunately, I am very good at it.
Of course, it helps that I just got a massive influx of people from Denmark visiting this blog. It makes me feel like a real blogger with a nice side of warm bubblies. HOLLA DENMARK!
I've had a creepy obsession with Bjork before and even remixes of Bjork songs. But I really really like this one. Part of it is because its uber trippy and awkward and awesome. But the other part is that it's about being violently happy. Which makes me laugh a tad. I remember one article I read at the being of this year about being happy out of pure spite. Which actually sounds like a good motto. Not that you should be spiteful. It's just that you should be happy in spite of what others say/think/do. Prove to them how awesome you really are. Show them that they cannot take the thing that makes you, you. And you are special. There will never be another you. (I really don't think the world could handle that much epic coolness)
Never forget to be awesome.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Speak out.
Hello all ...
This post is also a bit different. Do with it what you will.
Recently I was reading all the blogs that I stalk, and I came across http://www.theblogess.com/. I've read her for a while, and she can make me laugh, can make me cry, and makes me think about my own life. Today, she posted an entry that everyone should read, everywhere. A few weeks ago, her friend went through the most awful and terrible tragedy that anyone could go through. She lost her husband in a moment of mental illness. However, she does not want to focus on that terrible event. Instead, she is advocating everyone to speak out and get help. You can read the full story at http://www.rrsahm.com/. Please watch this, it's totally worth it.
This post is also a bit different. Do with it what you will.
Recently I was reading all the blogs that I stalk, and I came across http://www.theblogess.com/. I've read her for a while, and she can make me laugh, can make me cry, and makes me think about my own life. Today, she posted an entry that everyone should read, everywhere. A few weeks ago, her friend went through the most awful and terrible tragedy that anyone could go through. She lost her husband in a moment of mental illness. However, she does not want to focus on that terrible event. Instead, she is advocating everyone to speak out and get help. You can read the full story at http://www.rrsahm.com/. Please watch this, it's totally worth it.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Will I remember?
Helloooooooooooooo readers!
(Whenever I type that, I feel like I'm using a British accent. Just a point of information.)
But really, the point of this post (I know, GASP, a point?) is a recent Panera day I had with some people. Now, for those of you who don't know, Panera is basically amazing with a capital AH. You should totes ma goats look it up if you haven't been there. DO IT! NOW!
Oh, and this post is a bit different. But I am confident in your coping mechanisms.
Anyways ... back on my train of thought ... we were having a major do-work-slash-study day there with a bunch or peoples and it was quite interesting. At one point, we started talking about pictures that we would want to look back on when we were older. And that got me thinking, what would I remember from this time of my life? Would I remember my beast of a hairdo? Would I remember my friends? Would I remember these pictures taken by a webcam in which my head is sideways because we were all squeezing in one booth? Maybe. Can I check E) All of the Above? Because those feelings are what I will remember when I look upon this awkward time of my life, not that one day where I did that thing.
But onto the title of my post ... What memories/feelings will I recall? The bad ones or the good? I'm wishin' and hopin' and prayin' (I think that's the lyric) that it will be the good, though I know that will prolly not be the case. Even now, I remember snippets of the good times I've had with people, but can recall entire segments of bad memories. They stick to my mind like glue while the happy things of my past seem to just leave impressions like footprints in the sand. Easily defined for a split second, but just as easily washed away in a torrent of water. However, I'd like to think that I've changed. Now, I force myself to focus on the good, because who wants to look back in their memories to just see a black hole? Not I.
Maybe this picture with a webcam that makes me look exceedingly pale will be one of those lasting images in my head. Maybe I'll sit in my pink-and-purple-flame-painted rocking chair, at 80 years old, fondly looking with my mind's eye at the one strange curl that decided to put in an appearance. But maybe not. Instead, maybe I won't even remember what a webcam was while I ride on my hovercraft. Or, maybe, I'll just sit there, rocking away, thinking about nothing at all.
(Whenever I type that, I feel like I'm using a British accent. Just a point of information.)
But really, the point of this post (I know, GASP, a point?) is a recent Panera day I had with some people. Now, for those of you who don't know, Panera is basically amazing with a capital AH. You should totes ma goats look it up if you haven't been there. DO IT! NOW!
Oh, and this post is a bit different. But I am confident in your coping mechanisms.
Anyways ... back on my train of thought ... we were having a major do-work-slash-study day there with a bunch or peoples and it was quite interesting. At one point, we started talking about pictures that we would want to look back on when we were older. And that got me thinking, what would I remember from this time of my life? Would I remember my beast of a hairdo? Would I remember my friends? Would I remember these pictures taken by a webcam in which my head is sideways because we were all squeezing in one booth? Maybe. Can I check E) All of the Above? Because those feelings are what I will remember when I look upon this awkward time of my life, not that one day where I did that thing.
But onto the title of my post ... What memories/feelings will I recall? The bad ones or the good? I'm wishin' and hopin' and prayin' (I think that's the lyric) that it will be the good, though I know that will prolly not be the case. Even now, I remember snippets of the good times I've had with people, but can recall entire segments of bad memories. They stick to my mind like glue while the happy things of my past seem to just leave impressions like footprints in the sand. Easily defined for a split second, but just as easily washed away in a torrent of water. However, I'd like to think that I've changed. Now, I force myself to focus on the good, because who wants to look back in their memories to just see a black hole? Not I.
Maybe this picture with a webcam that makes me look exceedingly pale will be one of those lasting images in my head. Maybe I'll sit in my pink-and-purple-flame-painted rocking chair, at 80 years old, fondly looking with my mind's eye at the one strange curl that decided to put in an appearance. But maybe not. Instead, maybe I won't even remember what a webcam was while I ride on my hovercraft. Or, maybe, I'll just sit there, rocking away, thinking about nothing at all.
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