Listening

11.7.12

My husband often reminds me that the best conversationalists say little. Rather, they ask questions and are engaged listeners.

I wonder if active listening was part of what happened in the polls yesterday.

who listens best

I Hope Your Kid Isn’t Gay

10.30.12

If you think that a man like this can lead our country, can speak for every American and should be able to appoint Supreme Court Justices then I suggest you get on your knees and pray to whomever made you hateful that no one you love is anything but heterosexual (and probably not very sexual just for good measure).

When politicians marginalize a group of people because of how they’re born it is a moral imperative that good people everywhere fight for equality. If you are a good person you will not accept this nor any other hateful speech from politicians, entertainers or educators. If you consider yourself a good person and your house of worship condones this sort of hatred it’s time for you to use your God given intellect and decide if your religion is preaching love or hate.

You cannot hate the sin but love the sinner. It’s just not possible.

I hate Romney’s sins of bullying, cowardice, exclusion, fear and greed.

Why Can’t You Roll Down an Airplane Window?

09.25.12

Romney seemed a little unclear so I thought I’d ask my kids.

When I walked into each of their rooms they had no clue what I’d be asking. After I turned the camera off they each told me it was a dumb question.

It’s subtitled so if you’re at work turn the volume off and hit the little “cc” button on the bottom of the player.

Ask Wayne W. Williams the Clerk and Recorder of El Paso County how this Happens (and he will answer)

09.23.12

Wayne W. Williams is the Clerk and Recorder of El Paso County, Colorado.

His employee was at a grocery store looking to register voters who would support Romney. You can contact Wayne W. Williams by phone at 719.520.6202 or via email at waynewilliams@elpasoco.com. I have an email into him and I’m very curious how he views this.

EDIT: Here’s the email I got from Wayne W. Williams

She is not our employee. Thanks for contacting us.

Please see our posted comments to the video:

Both parties can and do prescreen, but all completed voter registrations must be delivered to the Clerk & Recorder, which likely is why she said she was working for the office. Wayne W. Williams, El Paso County Clerk & Recorder

waynewwilliams<http://www.youtube.com/user/waynewwilliams>

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Just to set the record straight, neither this young lady nor any of the individuals involved in the Obama and Romney voter registration drives work for the Clerk & Recorder. Wayne W. Williams, El Paso County Clerk & Recorder.

waynewwilliams<http://www.youtube.com/user/waynewwilliams>

We have asked the poster of the video to remove the inaccuracies but she has declined.

Wayne Williams

JG:

Okay I understand that but the young lady on the video says she works for you. Are folks who register voters obligated to register everyone? Is there some level of training involved? Is she being paid by the Romney campaign? Is this an abuse of privilege or something that both parties do?

Thanks so much for your forthright answers.

WWW (kinda awesome initials if you ask me):

You’re welcome.

I believe that she was flustered and only remembered that it must be turned in to our office.

In Colorado, a VRD (voter registration drive) must turn in every form that they receive back.  They can choose, however, to whom they give a form.  Both parties engage in prescreening in various forms.

Training is required.  I don’t know who is paying her; other than I do know it is not the County.

Wayne

 

EDIT (8:19 pm)

A press release is sent out

 

El Paso County Clerk Responds to YouTube Video

September 23, 2012—Colorado Springs, CO–Yesterday a YouTube video was posted in which an individual claimed to be registering voters on behalf of the El Paso County Clerk & Recorder’s Office. In this video the young lady also stated she was working to register voters that were likely to vote for the candidate she supported. The young lady in this video is not an employee of the Clerk & Recorder’s Office and her statements regarding working for the County Clerk’s Office are inaccurate.

The El Paso County Clerk & Recorder’s Office does not conduct partisan voter registration drives and it is not affiliated with any partisan voter registration drive. All registration forms obtained by such voter registration drives, however, must be submitted to the Clerk & Recorder, which may be why the young lady made the error.

“The statement made in this video is both unfortunate and inaccurate. My office does not and will not engage in partisan voter registration. It is the duty of the Clerk’s office to ensure that elections are conducted in a fair and honest manner, this includes allowing any one to register to vote regardless of their political party affiliation,” said Clerk & Recorder Wayne Williams.

Our office has reached out to the campaign involved and requested that they clarify this information with their volunteers. They have responded and have clarified the matter to their volunteers to avoid this happening again in the future. We also have asked the poster of the video to remove the inaccurate assertion that the individual is an El Paso County employee, but she has refused to do so.

“We want to remind everyone who is legally eligible to register to vote by the October 9th deadline. The best and easiest way to register is online at GoVoteColorado.com. Registering online ensures your registration is accurate and received by the deadline,” said Williams.

I’m Cranky: Pink Ribbons and Religion are Getting on my Nerves

07.26.12

I woke up with a UTI yesterday. In case you are unaware UTI is an acronym for crotch on fire. At 10am I took a Tramadol, it’s the first time I’ve taken a narcotic in over a year. In case you were wondering the pain was so outrageous that I didn’t even get loaded. Sad really.

After visiting the doctor and getting my antibiotics and a hug it was time to head off to visit Kelsie. I haven’t seen her since the mastectomy. I’m not good with drains and they were hanging off her chest for a good ten days. For the first chemo treatment she wanted to be with her husband. I suppose that’s understandable…

After finishing at the doc (about 11.30) I texted to ask if I could bring anything. The reply I got was exactly this:

I’m sure jamba juice goes against all that you find sane and holy and it is full of sugar and bullshit but it sounds kind of good to me right now. Can you bring me one?

Jamba Juice happend to be caddy corner to my doctor’s office. As I crossed the street I realized that I’d eaten nothing but narcotics and it was almost noon so I stumbled into the salad place next door. I got in line and it took me about five minutes to peruse the menu to find a salad I could either order or modify to make it work with my Previlean plan. After five minutes the line had moved not one inch. After ten minutes I began chatting with the women behind me about what might be gluten free. They didn’t know that latke’s are made with flour. Fifteen minutes later I realized that Daphne was in line in front of me. We both groaned and imagined what her husband the chef would say about the horrific service.

After twenty minutes I placed my order and sat with Daphne and her friend to wait. And wait. Another ten minutes rolls past and I leave my book with Daphne and go to get the Jamba Juice. When I get there the line is outrageously long because their computers are down. The whirring sounds wreak havoc on my already frayed nerves while I wait again. Kelsie has asked for one of three flavors, the first two are seasonal and it requires the children working the counter to ask the slightly older manager if they can make them. The child counterperson is apologetic and we settle on Pomegranate Poison. I get the trough sized milkshake because it’s a very hot day and I’m worried that it will be watery when I get to Kelsie.

Now I’m headed across town to bring Kelsie her melting concoction and trying to eat a salad without wearing it. Lucky for me traffic on the 101 is moving at about 15 miles an hour. It’s noon on a Wednesday, what else could I expect?

I arrive an hour later than I’d planned and I was delighted to see her look so okay. And then I saw her breasts. They look good but they’re odd. They’re the wrong shape because she’s got tissue expanders in there and not actual implants. Where nipples should be there are surgical scars, one is a few inches long, another almost a foot and it wraps around her side. This is when my own chest aches because when I look at her clothed it’s all okay but when I look at skin being stretched to cover dual amputations my heart is heavy and cancer is something I can see.

Then the stories start and getting us to shut up is impossible. Most sentences start with, “My family is way more annoying/crazy than yours…” and we agree that the world is fucked up and everyone outside of the room is a lesser being, husbands and children are exempt not because they are as smart as we are or as emotionally sound as we are but because they are going to spend enough time with us that we can right their wrongs. We are smug. We are ridiculous and we covered in snorting, snoring, smelly Boston Terriers who capture love through our hands rubbing their bellies and repay us with noxious fumes. It’s all as it should be with bitches farting all over me.

Kelsie has terrible stomach pains but they pass quickly. It’s the only insight I have to how truly horrible she must feel. I just keep rubbing the dog’s belly and waiting for it to pass until we’re both spent and it’s time to get the kids from camp.

In the car I turn on the radio and there’s a religious war in America. The right is sure that the left are heathens and the left cannot figure out which religious group they’re fighting so they fight them all.

I’m not sure if I’m sad or angry. I don’t know how historians will write the chapter we’re living but it’s as grim to me as McCarthyism and as important as the civil rights movement of my mother’s youth. I’m livid that we don’t have healthcare for every American but that we’re still fighting W’s war against Islam. We run a very real risk of having a man in the White House who is more concerned with his next life than this one and who undoubtedly will assign Supreme Court Justices who cater to the LDS beliefs. When I go home there will ads on every website for Mormon.org, they are trying to prove they are not a cult. Everyone is in a cult, pick your poison.

I know that many of my readers are devout and I know that you are probably very publicly pro life so I need to speak to you directly and I need you to read these words and know that it’s true. If you are anti-abortion and devout [fill in the blank] and you have a daughter she is the most at risk woman in America today. If your dinner table conversation includes telling your children that a zygote is a baby when your daughters are pregnant (and statistically some of them will be) she may get an abortion. As of this moment she may be able to get to Planned Parenthood or some other clinic, but if you think that your daughters will have access with a President Romney you’re sadly mistaken. Your daughters are precisely the girls who will risk their lives to have an abortion. Some of them will die. If you’re comfortable waiting for your afterlife to be with your children then go right down the path they’re leading you.

I’m cranky. My nerves are frayed and I’m tired of false piety being flung my way. I don’t care who you pray to. Just stop being an asshole in this life and stop punishing our daughters.