Hear me roar…

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Here we are, doing our best to exist in the 21st century. From where I’m sitting, it’s a shit show and I refuse to apologize for this, or any of the commentary which follows. As I like to remind those who read what I write, here on my internet domain, if you don’t like it, or disagree with it, just move along. Please. 

Still here? Great. I’ll start with current events focused on the Supreme Court confirmation hearing involving Ketanji Brown Jackson, touted as a radical, left-wing activist by some, but the woman does bring extensive credentials to the governmental table. Except for two things, one which is getting beaten to death and is a point of annoyance to many, myself included. The second….is… and should be of tremendous concern to everyone. 

As she sat in the proverbial “hot seat”, Jackson was asked to define “woman”. She would not, possibly could not, but it was most likely an artful dodge of her “left ideology” refusal to acknowledge what a woman truly is. You know, I know, we all know, that a woman is an adult female person who belongs to a particular category (as by birth, residence, membership or occupation) ….at least Merriam-Webster thinks so. In fact, so do I but the underlying issue here is the political drama behind any response given by either side of the political coin.

What I find insulting is that any individual slated to take a seat on the high court of our country who professes such an asinine and ambiguous attitude when asked a damn elementary-level question… should not get away with it.  Whatever. In the order of things so much more important, this little episode will be nothing other than fodder for social media babble for an extended period…or until Facebook or Instagram deletes posts and those who share same. 

But…Jackson’s ambivalent attitude and censurable judicial performance toward mandating due process to individuals convicted of being pedophiles is far worse and unforgivable. At no point, ever, should a “soft on crime” attitude and likewise mandated incarceration period be minimized when any child is victimized, or worse, by some degenerate who should not roam free in society. Any future decisions on crimes such as this when Jackson sits on the Supreme Court should be focused on the children, not federal guidelines which, in many cases, are not followed, as stated by Douglas Berman, an Ohio State law professor… “federal sentencing guidelines for child sexual abuse imagery “are widely recognized as dysfunctional and unduly severe” and that “federal judges nationwide rarely follow them.” “If and when we properly contextualize Judge Jackson’s sentencing record in federal child porn cases, it looks pretty mainstream,” he wrote.  

Mainstream, eh? Minimizing the trauma and damage suffered by children at the hands of those who are deemed “less serious offenders” or “socially inadequate people” is deplorable. Why is there almost an element of acceptance when lenient sentences are given to sex offenders? Data shows there is further evidence of the systematic protection of sexual predators in this country, both by judges and prosecutors. This is more than evident with Ketanji Jackson’s judicial track record. 

Sadly, as we’ve all witnessed, too many political decisions are based solely on party preference with little or no thought given to how these individuals will properly represent the citizens of our country. Yes, yes, this is voting and… the entire process has taken a significant nosedive. Our country stands almost in a state of Limbo, lacking any true guidance while the threat of a devastating war looks over the world’s shoulder. 

But, aside from Ketanji Jackson, most of us know what a woman is….and aren’t hesitant to share the definition.  Especially me.  Hear me roar.

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Stop the insanity!

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STOP!  A forceful word which embodies our every thought at this moment in time. 

How can anyone hold back from wanting to scream this out as we witness the absolute devastation in Ukraine?  With each newscast, we’re witness to a cold-blooded murderous rampage, instrumented by a madman intent only on his objective to eradicate all vestiges of Ukrainian identity while condemning the country to a grim future as a military dictatorship locked firmly inside a new Russian Empire. 

As armchair witnesses to this horror, we express our prayers for the countless innocents lost in the assault on this sovereign democracy.  We donate to support groups who are in the forefront of rescuing children and families.  Prayers seem not enough, just a futile attempt to garner help for a situation now totally out of control.  It hits us the hardest when we see lives that once were, unceremoniously dumped into mass grave sites; when a maternity hospital is reduced to rubble, along with new lives that will never have a chance to blossom and make any difference in this troubled world.  The Russian barbarism is tearfully overwhelming.

We want it to stop.  Not just for the citizens of Ukraine but also because we are facing the likelihood of a significant war.  The challenges presented by this threat are far beyond the capabilities of the current administration of our country.  Somehow, it reminds me of that scene from “The Godfather” where Tom Hagen is belittled by Sonny who states that “he’s not a wartime consigliere”, being focused more on some peaceful mediation after the assassination attempt on Vito Corleone.

Personally, I’m not supporting any idea of war, but we stand at the crossroad of either being assertive, in some fashion, as a world power…or continuing with a pacifist demeanor as Russia implements its plans for subjugation of Ukraine.  

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…. Write a blog post inspired by the word: stop.   Зупиніть безумство!….Stop the insanity!

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Mummy to the rescue…

 

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The moon peered through the clouds and looked down with a sinister grin.  It was a cold and stormy night with a biting wind whistling through the trees on our street, ripping leaves and branches onto the sidewalk as we made our way. 

Nah.  It wasn’t, just wanted to grab your attention.

Actually, it was a pleasant Halloween night as we ventured out and headed to each home that looked promising for trick or treat goodies.  In tow was our oldest daughter, dressed as a scarecrow and her sister, all decked out as a mummy.  That costume took quite a while to put together as it involved cutting white sheets into strips that would be wound around her impatient and wiggly six-year-old body.  I must admit that I was quite proud of myself when all was done and wrapped. 

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My handiwork lasted until halfway down our street and slowly turned into un-mummification and a very unhappy, and unraveled, youngster.  What to do, what to do?  My attempt to share a silly mummy joke crashed and burned so we headed back home, tripping over the disintegrating costume with each step.  

Let’s face it, I think most mothers have a backup plan for costume emergencies and Halloween candy can be a great mediator while they work some frantic magic.  Fortunately, I still had an unused white sheet in reserve and quickly created…a Ghost.  Within fifteen minutes, we started the candy trek all over again and our daughter ended up with an admirable haul of treats.  For her, the best part was revisiting homes she previously stopped at…and no one recognized the little Ghost doing an encore candy run.

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All in all, a fun memory of simpler times when kids could be just that…kids!  And…the adults were in charge of the goody bag candy inspections, especially the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and Twix Candy Bars.   

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop… A memorable Halloween costume.

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