Good God
16/04/17 07:32
I just caught a headline in the news about some protestor whining about a politician taking away their right to choose. I don't know why, and maybe it's my catholic upbringing, but the idea of extinguishing a human life strikes me as, well, sinful. If I take someone's life with or without a weapon I should be summarily removed from society and punished in predictable fashion. Despite the fact that most murders are conducted in the heat of the moment there is value to knowing that long prison sentences await those who commit such crimes. It is called deterrence. Yet, our society seems to have cultivated a particular taste for the taking of a life in the womb that in many cultures might otherwise be considered heinous at best. To make matters worse, the decision to take that life is left to the woman bearing the child without whose nurturing and sustenance would not otherwise survive. It seems that no rationale or explanation is even required other than the desire of the person involved to rid herself of the life growing inside of her. Our laws have somehow contorted over time to allow this grievance against the gods but that makes it no less hideous. Our society needs a higher watermark when it comes to the value of life and the rights of any individual must not eclipse the greater good. The greater good in this case is that all life is magnificent in the eyes of god and no one individual regardless of gender should be allowed to take a life be it inside or outside the womb. So tell that whiny bitch in the back row to sit down and shut the fuck up (only kidding.)
Oh my. It seems I've opened a bit of Pandora's box this morning. While we're on the subject of murder I have to say that if I had to do it all over again I might like to be a detective. What other reason would there be for my apparent and sometimes occasional interest when it comes to murder, crime, and everything cold-case. Yes, there is even a television station dedicated to such things and I do enjoy taking those shows in from time to time. At the end of the day, I want to know who did it, why they did it, and where it was done. If I told you that I won a murder mystery once with approximately 150 people in attendance would that start to paint the proper picture for you? Serial murderers have provided just the right combination of disgust, horror, revulsion, and all of that sort of thing going back to the days of Jack the Ripper. Maniacal mass murderers the likes of Hitler provide even more gruesome evidence of man's inhumanity to man but there is murder and then there is wholesale genocide. As a detective wannabe, and a purveyor of all things twisted and tangled, I'll need to stay focused on crimes on a scale that I can digest and understand. The forensics side of the equation is interesting too but I'm not overly clinical in my understanding of such things so typically confine my interests to matters as they arise in the public forum. One has to be careful when admitting to such things but who doesn't like the thrill of the chase when and where criminal behavior is involved? We all have our own particular peccadillos after all. Do we not?
There was a slight hint of fecal residue on the blueberries that I put on my shredded wheat this morning. It was a pungent aftertaste that had me shaking my head like a dog with a bad bone that had been lying in the sun far too long. I could taste the Peruvian fields in which the berries were picked but I could also taste the fermented fecal matter from the migrant farm hands who presumably had little or no access to sanitation facilities in the course of their daily work. I expect more certainly from fruits and produce for which I pay a premium and to date I have not experienced this sort of thing when buying organic. It is a small price to pay when wishing only to enjoy the deliciousness of blueberries and their brethren long beyond the normal growing season here in the Northeast.
I amuse myself to no end with the delusion as well that buying organic also means that I can avoid the usual poisons and pesticides (not mutually exclusive) and that add measurably to my enjoyment. It's possible as well, I suppose, that my endless consumption of organic berries over time has so over sensitized my palate that I can now taste or detect things that I had heretofore become accustomed to for better or worse when eating non-organic. If these were, in fact, non-organic berries masquerading as organic berries that might explain everything. I prefer to think that this was not the result of an intentional act by one or more migrant workers in the course of discharging their duties on the organic berry farm on the outskirts of Lima. Then again, who knows.
Oh my. It seems I've opened a bit of Pandora's box this morning. While we're on the subject of murder I have to say that if I had to do it all over again I might like to be a detective. What other reason would there be for my apparent and sometimes occasional interest when it comes to murder, crime, and everything cold-case. Yes, there is even a television station dedicated to such things and I do enjoy taking those shows in from time to time. At the end of the day, I want to know who did it, why they did it, and where it was done. If I told you that I won a murder mystery once with approximately 150 people in attendance would that start to paint the proper picture for you? Serial murderers have provided just the right combination of disgust, horror, revulsion, and all of that sort of thing going back to the days of Jack the Ripper. Maniacal mass murderers the likes of Hitler provide even more gruesome evidence of man's inhumanity to man but there is murder and then there is wholesale genocide. As a detective wannabe, and a purveyor of all things twisted and tangled, I'll need to stay focused on crimes on a scale that I can digest and understand. The forensics side of the equation is interesting too but I'm not overly clinical in my understanding of such things so typically confine my interests to matters as they arise in the public forum. One has to be careful when admitting to such things but who doesn't like the thrill of the chase when and where criminal behavior is involved? We all have our own particular peccadillos after all. Do we not?
There was a slight hint of fecal residue on the blueberries that I put on my shredded wheat this morning. It was a pungent aftertaste that had me shaking my head like a dog with a bad bone that had been lying in the sun far too long. I could taste the Peruvian fields in which the berries were picked but I could also taste the fermented fecal matter from the migrant farm hands who presumably had little or no access to sanitation facilities in the course of their daily work. I expect more certainly from fruits and produce for which I pay a premium and to date I have not experienced this sort of thing when buying organic. It is a small price to pay when wishing only to enjoy the deliciousness of blueberries and their brethren long beyond the normal growing season here in the Northeast.
I amuse myself to no end with the delusion as well that buying organic also means that I can avoid the usual poisons and pesticides (not mutually exclusive) and that add measurably to my enjoyment. It's possible as well, I suppose, that my endless consumption of organic berries over time has so over sensitized my palate that I can now taste or detect things that I had heretofore become accustomed to for better or worse when eating non-organic. If these were, in fact, non-organic berries masquerading as organic berries that might explain everything. I prefer to think that this was not the result of an intentional act by one or more migrant workers in the course of discharging their duties on the organic berry farm on the outskirts of Lima. Then again, who knows.