We have had 13 kids born here at Castle Argghhh Farm since December 21. Eight of those kids are bottle babies, living in the house, wearing diapers. It has been a bit crazy.
I’m going to start moving them to a pen in the garage (which is heated) today, after I feed them and remove diapers and make sure they are cleaned up well. (Diapers can make their little tails get a kind of poopy. Yuck.)
To make things even more interesting, the washing machine broke over a week ago and flooded the laundry room. We are having trouble getting an appliance repairman willing to come out here when there is all of about 1 inch of snow on the ground. I got a promise that they will show up tomorrow. We’ll see – there is 1/2 inch of snow forecast overnight, and I’m betting they will chicken out.
Just when did adults in our country become so pussified? Seriously, driving in the snow is no big deal, or at least it should not be! We have not had a blizzard or 2 feet of snow. We have had a couple of 1 to 2 inch snows, the roads have been cleared, and yet, the repair service is all scared about coming to fix something. Phooey.
Great post from Sarah Hoyt. Let’s hope this will not be the future of our children’s children’s children.
Come closer, children, and spread ears like elephants’.
Let me tell you about the time of the ancestors. You’ve heard all the stories and I know most of you don’t believe them, but listen to me who am old and remember.
Yes, it is true that men could fly through the air like birds, only faster than birds. They could go to the other side of the Earth because they wanted to see what was there.
Yes, it is true that the great sorcerers of that time had created a magic that could project your image anywhere. People saw what was happening on the other side of the world even without going there.
Yes, it is true that people could put their opinions — or their breakfast, or their cat pictures — up in a place where anyone in the world could see them, so that if someone was lying…
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So now people are afraid to report Middle Eastern men suddenly showing up because they don’t want to be guilty of profiling.
A man who has been working in the area said he noticed a half-dozen Middle Eastern men in the area in recent weeks, but decided not to report anything since he did not wish to racially profile those people.“We sat around lunch thinking, ‘What were they doing around the neighborhood?’” he said. “We’d see them leave where they’re raiding the apartment.”
For some stupid reason, I had forgotten about this excellent blog. I will not forget it again.
The brave student federation at UniOtt took to heart the progressive definition of cultural appropriation,Taking intellectual property, traditional knowledge, cultural expressions, or artifacts from someone else’s culture without permission. This can include unauthorized use of another culture’s dance, dress, music, language, folklore, cuisine, traditional medicine, religious symbols, etc. It’s most likely to be harmful when the source community is a minority group that has been oppressed or exploited in other ways or when the object of appropriation is particularly sensitive, e.g. sacred objects. In the United States, cultural appropriation almost always involves members of the dominant culture (or those who identify with it) “borrowing” from the cultures of minority groups. African Americans, Asian Americans, Native Americans and indigenous peoples generally tend to emerge as the groups targeted for cultural appropriation. Black music and dance, Native American fashions, decorations and cultural symbols and Asian martial arts and dress have all fallen prey to cultural appropriation.
The disastrously uncoordinated response to the refugee crisis had already discredited the notion that this was a unified federation in which all member states had an equal voice. The grand verbiage of solidarity and cooperation simply dissolved when faced with a global humanitarian disaster – precisely the sort of event which the whole edifice was originally constructed to avert. And then, with Paris, it became horrifyingly obvious that the open borders policy – the most sacred of the EU founding principles – was unsustainable. As Abdelhamid Abaaoud and his army of butchers had clearly known all along, and the migrant-traffickers were able to promise their desperate customers, once you set foot on the holy ground of Europe you may as well be invisible.
Each community insists on being governed in its own way and Brussels, historically a French-speaking city in the midst of a Dutch-speaking countryside, has been a particularly thorny issue in Belgian politics. One compromise has been to divide power down to tiny districts and communities; as this NYT piece notes, 19 municipal zones are divided into six police ‘zones’ cover a city of one million people. The result is that many parts of the capital are hardly policed at all. Meanwhile, despite the famously high social aspirations and exalted rhetoric about integration and opportunity that one hears from Europeans lavishly praising their social model, somehow generation after generation of immigrants stagnates in a toxic atmosphere of exclusion, unemployment, and crime.
I’ve always known that I was adopted. It was never a secret or held from me.
I was adopted also, and although I’m a day late for National Adoption Day, this writer’s experience exactly mirrors mine.
There are a lot of so-called pro-abortion feminists who insist that abortion is a better option than adoption. No lie. I’ve been told by a member of the National Organization for Women that I would have been better off aborted.
Anyway, please, if you are pregnant and are not ready to be a mom, please consider adoption. Yes, it is a sacrifice, but that fetus is a baby, who deserves a chance. If you are not willing to give your creation a chance, please give up a few months of your life to give that child life. If you don’t want that child, there are so many wonderful couple who will take that child and make him or her part of their family.