Sunday, August 19, 2012

Freedom Ringing? Vaccine Lies Stinging


Re-Posted from 2011 - - 

A recent poster in an Arcadia grocery store window warned that vaccines are required before enrollment in local schools is allowed.  Alarm has spread that old diseases are reemerging.

Coincidentally, this morning's paper featured a gripping story about the funeral for a really super niceguy from Newport Beach,  a victim of  a Meningococcemia infection.

I was alarmed. But not at disease scares. At the lack of protest overthe lie that schools promulgate when they insist on vaccine requirements and resort to scare tactics.

Missing from the poster, and missing from news coverage, was any "fine print" explaining California State Health and Safety Codes 120330 and 120335, insuring parents the right to waive those vaccination requirements.

No one should be bullied into believing something is required when it is not. OH. Wait. I forgot. On some issues, bullying is condoned.

Missing from the funeral news item was any mention of the victims recent vaccination history.  There may be more to his story. Sometimes the communicable disease is actually contracted from the vaccine itself. Or, the recipient's body is so overwhelmed by multiple doses administered at once, that the immune system is actually weakened, exposing the student to diseases he or she could've otherwise deflected naturally.

Barbara Loe Fisher of NVIC.org:

"Certainly, America should have a sound, workable emergency plan in place in the event of a bioterrorism attack: but not one that places the life and liberty of the majority of citizens in the hands of an elite few, who will have the power to take BOTH from citizens without their consent.  


   CDC-funded and initiated legislation treats us like runaway slaves in need of subjugation. The law’s proposed elimination of the informed consent principle, which has governed the ethical use of medical interventions that can injure or kill ever since the Doctor’s Trial at Nuremberg after World War II, is clear indication that public health officials want the sole authority to decide who will live and who will die and under what conditions.  

   No state of emergency in a free society justifies the sacrifice of the most sacred human right: the right to voluntarily decide what you are willing to risk your life for, or your child’s life for. What it means to be free doesn’t get more basic than that.  

...if the state can tag, track down and force citizens to be injected with biologicals of unknown toxicity today, then there will be no limit on what individual freedoms the state can take away in the name of 'the greater good' tomorrow. 

Now, tomorrow is here."  

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I used to think anti-vaccine alarmists were nut cases. 

I did give pause when our first pediatrician in Encinitas, CA disclosed statistics saying that one in 64,000 children become mentally retarded after certain childhood inoculations.  Eww. I shrugged, prayed, and like a Vegas gambler, I was feeling lucky. I ignored the warning, boostered up all my kids, and --whew-- things seemed to go my way. 

Five years later, Juvenile Diabetes hit my pre-Kindergartner.  

Then came the 1995 flu shot from hell given to me by a nurse of Dr. Cortez Santos.  Only after subsequent years of medical treatments, third opinions and CDC correspondence, was I vindicated as officially vaccine damaged.  I joined the ranks of those previously derided nut cases after learning that the same "batch" of flu shot which I'd been given actually paralyzed people with Guillain-Barre' on the east coast.  I'd gotten off easy by comparison.

About that time, I thought to ask my diabetic daughter's endocrinologist if there was any chance that kindergarten vaccines played a role in her condition.  Dr. Kirchner would only say, "We just can't say one way or the other."

It makes sense to me: 

Type 1 Diabetes is reportedly an auto-immune disease striking those who are predisposed genetically to suffer when a pathogen "triggers" the body to begin destroying its own pancreatic cells.  WELL, back to school vaccines are tantamount to "pathogenic" when multiple catch-up doses are the pre-schooler's fate because her busy mom was too preoccupied with her 3 lb "preemie," and forgot to keep up with the other kids' well-baby visits.  

Our eldest with diabetes soldiers on valiantly. But.

I wish we hadn't had to learn the hard way that 'herd mentality' sucks when you and your kids are the 
ones being culled. 






I warn my kids to figure this all out before it's their turn to start a family. Because if the NVIC loses its battle to protect privacy and the right to decide for oneself and one's family what is injected into his or her own body, they may have to watch helplessly while their own newborns are punctured by eight or more shots all at the same time. Pray, I say to them. Pray like that six pounds of newly arrived flesh depending on you depends on you. 

And pray for and donate to the NVIC.


Friday, August 3, 2012

Instagram

Forsaking Facebook, Twitter, Flikr, Pintrest, Reddit, etc, etc, etc... surely set me up for some kind of social media addiction sooner or later. Long known for failed teetotaling remedies to my sundry addictions, my children know to hide their beer, wine and cookies; but they forgot to steer me away from Instagram.

After a single week, I've logged some fifteen hours of scrolling through, selecting, cropping and filtering some of the thousands of images in my iPhone archive, connecting with the long lost inner painter I used to be in college.

Sorta takes the urgency out of "blah-gging" when your creative side finds a new outlet.

It's even diluted some of the poison in my depressed psyche that threatens to drown my poor family ever since a convalescent hospital moved in next door ...the urgent need to move away from one's home of 18 years takes quite a toll, unless one is utterly preoccupied pretending to be somewhere else...

Enter INSTAGRAM. HERO, saviour, rescuer.

Marvelous iPhoto EDIT possibilities lurk within every digital frame, thanks to the Camera+ iPhone application.  Sifting an image through the app's filters has stirred the lazy artist hiding twenty seven stories below my crusty surface; so much so that I'm certain PHOTO AP tools will be universally applied to all kinds of psycho-and-NOT-so-psychotherapies in future.

I'm also certain a new orthopedic diagnosis cannot be far behind:

"Instagram Hand" they'll call it:  that condition where the hand holding the mobile device freezes in place from hours spent clutching it while maneuvering in and out of albums, apps and camera rolls.

For now, "my shrink" (that nice gal I've seen twice to make sure I'm not the only one on the planet who objects to living next door to a hospital) must wonder why I'm not returning her calls?

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Images that didn't make the cut:



Find the hidden hover fly?





Could spend more time imagining Tiffany's
CONGRATULATIONS, H: COLUMBIA GRAD SCHOOL!



 Thanks to the Olympics, I've finally learned who Steven Colbert and Rachel Maddow are. 
((I liked the world better before.))




Little strivings over subtle degrees of flourish, color, symmetry, context... they hammer the truth home that art speaks to the soul.

When I listen, one message beckons: Only Christ can heal the broken. And only the broken really come to Christ.  Pretty sure I'm still a few breaks away.

[...Really? You hear all that just by editing digital photos??] 
{Um, YEAH...}




"Take care of how things look, and you'll take care of how things ARE."
- - FLT





Friday, July 27, 2012

HATS OFF to LOndon


WSJ image
When realities pour down,
When plans for summer drown,
I just spill my little jar of
'Summer's Comin'.


A cudgel of the shells
Ina Moser saved from hell;
Once Upon A Thursday she'd come
Knocking.

Now I keep them out all year
Where they harken her day's fear,
When those G.I.'s beat back daily
Foggy gloom.

No one asks, but I would tell
What her Donald did in hell,

Beating steel into those
Ships and turrets tall,

So that men and boys could die
In a land where Brits held high
The last vestige of a hope in
Summer's dream.

Now we glean what all we can
From mere memories that stand
For ideas that once loomed large
But trampled now.

Maybe London had to rain,
Had to bend so we could gain
A better grip upon the bludgeon
They held high,

Reminded now, of then,
When a foe was put to death
By the hell-hatched pray-ers
Timeless on their knees.

You just finger turn each one
With a prayer for sun to open
All the promises of someday
Sand and surf.



Then you pour out cups of Teafull
Chats recalling with the faithful,
Whisps of hope half cheered from fearful
God-breathed times

When rain produced a sorrow, and
Downturned smiles press'd out dour
Need borne pleas;
Sustain your minute, then your hour.




So tonight, we'll tip the pot
Pressed on couches that we got
From a butcher (whose old
Cumbrian remains

Won't be sipping tea; no.
Spirits much more of the highHO.)
And we'll cheer the Stars n'
Stripes and Union Jack.


Sipping, Tippling, Praying, Staying,
Wanting only for the baying
Hounds of heaven to just hurry up
Already.

Can we gain some kind of poke
And triumph o'er the joke
That are Ameri-weak an' holl'd
Centurians?


You just finger turn each one
With a prayer for Sunday's comin'
And full promises of someday
Bold Relief.






Friday, July 20, 2012

Pondering Rachel

So, given that we're "between churches" after leaving the one that was our "home" for 23 years, it's been our privilege and joy-fun donating our xy% to various amazing other causes and charities each month. This one came across our in-box, and I promised the young missions minded Grover (GroveCityCollegeGrad) that we'd consider the possibility of partnering with her.  She will soon begin a Social Justice internship raising awareness about Child Sex Trafficking.



There is a question I have, though, and I know it's one my husband will also ask when deciding how much to give, and for how long:

Is this Non-Profit ready to admit that the demand by sex addicts for ever younger people to exploit is fueled by an exploded internet availablity of every kind of porn? How ready are these socially aware young people to admit that there really is NO EXCUSE for porn of any kind?

On Stitcher Radio this week, a couple on an alternative talk-show had the pinheaded temerity to defend soft porn as a good thing.

Read Kinsey, Sex, and Porn, by Judith Reisman, my dears. You will never give Larry Flint or Hugh Hefner the time of day again. Not like I ever did.

dEar GOd. I feel sick at how little I've done with my life.  So, YOU GO, RACHEL.  I'M GONNA MEET WITH THE MAN AND PLUG YOUR NEXT STEP AS A COMMITTED GROVER & CLAW HAMMERED CRIME FIGHTER when Mr. D gets home from Half Dome. SO Proud.


Meanwhile, I'm compelled to keep my head in sand, and again retreat to an UPlift.  I will

go view

the vid @  


SeeingTheEveryday.com    .  REVERY for anyone feeling nauseous over our dim, sick, sinSaturat-e-d.culture.


Monday, July 16, 2012

Serve It Up

Waiting to move is taking a little toll on the Marital Contentment Dial. There's an issue under every cuppa Joe.  Roofers and plumbers and estimates, and decisions and, and, and... such a wellspring of male vs female conflict over nearly ever matter.

No wonder, then, why this was today's first click at the INbox.

MiddleChild swooped in to make sure I actually cooked with the wine, and not visa-versa


Edited down.
FamilyLife.com for the full treatment.


July 16, 2012
15 Things Wives Should Stop Doing
by Mary May Larmoyeux


"In the 1960s, The Supremes recorded their hit song “Stop! In the Name of Love!”

Can you identify?

I asked some girlfriends, “What should a wife stop doing if she wants to improve her marriage?” This list is based on their responses.

1. Stop thinking that your way is the “right” way.
2. Don’t put others before your husband. 
3. Don’t expect your husband to be your girlfriend.
4. Don’t dishonor your husband. Suggestions included: Stop all nagging and don’t correct hubby in front of others. If you finish your husband’s sentences, you may be unintentionally communicating, “I don’t really care about what you have to say.”
5. Stop expecting your husband to fail you as your dad failed your mom. 
6. Don’t put your husband on the defensive.
7. Never use sex to bargain with your husband.
8. Stop reminding your husband about things over and over. 


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9. Don’t make your husband earn your respect.  Many women think, I’ll respect him when he earns it. But there’s a reason that Ephesians 5:33 says, “Let the wife see that she respects her husband.”  As one friend said: “If women could learn to understand that respect is a man's native tongue, that it absolutely heals his heart and ministers to him like nothing else, it would make the biggest difference in the world.”
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10. Stop giving your husband your long term to-do list.
11. Don’t act like your spouse is a mind reader.
12. Stop putting housework ahead of hubby. One young mom told her husband that she didn't want to make love one night because she had just changed the sheets and she wanted them to stay clean. What do you think that response said to her husband? Another woman, who puts her husband ahead of the housework, said: “Do not leave the unfolded laundry on your marriage bed.
13. Put an end to taking the lead because you think he won't take it. “The first many years of our marriage,” one wife said, “I would see what needed to be done and get frustrated that my husband would not take charge and get it done.” She went on to say that she’s changed by learning to wait on her husband’s leadership. “I really believe,” she says, “that our men don't lead because we women are too quick to jump in and take care of it all.”
Ephesians 5:23 says, “For the husband is the head of the wife even as Christ is the head of the church, his body … .”
14. Do not expect your husband to be Prince Charming.
15. Never look first to a book, a plan, or a person to fix a problem in your marriage.Instead go to God’s Word and believe and act on the things that He says. “He will lead me to any resources I need,” one woman said. “God has already given us everything we need for life and godliness (2 Peter 1:3) but we have to live according to the promises and expect Him to show up for us.”


A question
The Bible paraphrase The Message, says in 1 Corinthians 13, “Love never gives up … isn’t always ‘me first,’ … doesn’t keep score of the sins of others … trusts God always, always looks for the best.”

What do your words and actions say to your sweetheart about your love? Do you need to stop doing something in your marriage?
Before you answer,

'think it o-o-ver.' "


I LISTEN every morn'g, 8:30AM,  99.5 FM


Thursday, June 14, 2012

When BIG is good

The close-in myopia of 
D'Ramsey's dystopia
Drums hard on
my immature pate;

[It REALLY only looks this bad when you mess w/ the edit feature ]


Saving up patien$e,
Tempts me with license
To cheat out of
Choosing to wait.


 So I dream up escapes,
Sometimes weekly
Or daily, this last one
To Rodeo Drive...




Where I ponder that Bigness
Isn't just business, it's
Crucial dire statements on
Mankind's heart-mind cry;

The freedom to dream there,
A birthright inbred, where
Vistas and properties
Bleed

Arboretums of spirit, that
Capably cheer up
My me-centered blinding
Child greed.



It's a Godbreath'ed faculty
Creative sparks always breed
Bigness from Bigness
Begat;

While the rest of us resent
What bigness can
Choose to spend,
Remaining but pygmies, and mean,

Instead, I am
Celebrating:

That dream of a Big new start,
Slave to a Ramsay chart,
Freed by a solstice
Of seeing

How shallow my eyes are set;
Wrestling with endless 'get,'
Mindless to
'Already have...' 

One good lifelong drag
On the lie of 'Don't have'
and I've muddied High Heaven's
Deep spring,

Where what is most keen
Can only be seen
Humbly germanating
In the deep;



Planted with errant weeds
Wanting to best compete
Watered with lemon or
Lyme, but

With summer just crouched,
 My laziness grouches
and smallness threatens
To deleaf.

If I harness a better pow'r,
Jesus' repairing hour,
Able to feed on
His Wait,

The Bigness without
May inspire me less pout,
Cooling this grieved
fevered slate,

Watching his angels craft
Rafters from whence to draft
Views of a stroll

With His 
Bigness of Soul.






Sunday, May 13, 2012

On Place and Words

I'm at Mom's house up north, sitting
in her office, using a laptop bestowed
By the techiest sibling. It
Features no photo ap with which
I'm familiar;
So my strivings to ponder Mom's
Life and her living
Will
Have to post
Bare of pictures.

If our day and
My week of fix-it moments here
Were not all but predetermined,
I would imerse my heart and mind
and seive-full words
around
This place,
These times,
Those times now gone,
And Mum.

So, as she sleeps away her
Post Mass moments
To
Ready for a luncheon later,
I breath deep lungfuls of River air,
Field a call or two from
Loved Ones in my other world,

Then hurry to contrive some way
To understand this houseful
Of
Matrefacts.
On walls,
In closets, pantry, and
Garage;

They may as well be monuments to
Kitchen chairs and talking.
Essential hubs of motherhood.
This Place. Her Words.

One makes room for two.

One makes room for you.

How did I do with that
Brief window of time
When it was my turn?
I missed so many places,
So many words,
Omissions one could only see in hindsight,

But I resolve
To keep my sight
Full forward.
Prayerful
That by ones
Each generation follow,
At Christ's bidding, with
More excellence
Than preceding mothers could;

Compose.
Direct,
Conduct,
Rehearse. 

Devising ears for perfect phrasing
That,
When Christ returns,
Our symphony of family might
Be readyful
Of perfect praise and
Worship.

Or,
Will I be satisfied to sit,
A spectator
Of others' opuses.

My mom was but one canary,
Yet by singing, we might rise
Toward harmony with Him Who Calls

The Tune.

Time to go. No rewrites or proofing. Just a wish
that all my children and their cousins could
convene
Before the cross,
Agreed...




10/24/12: And here's the pic I'd liked to have posted back then, plus a few more:




Where her Dad emerged and worked. El Reno/Kingfisher, OK.


Sharing the photo of her Uncle Rob's famous painting