am i liberal or conservative

therealstoodmuffin  asked:

Hey, so, Harper is no longer MP of Calgary Heritage. They're doing the elections for his replacement soon. With the NDP bashing and Liberal bashing/ trumpism rising, I am worried they might elect a more conservative person. Jeff WIllerton is running on transphobia, and it's super gross. I don't know how you are about swearing? But I am trying to make the hash tag #fuckJeffWillerton a thing. Sepcially on Twitter. Know anyone that could assist?

I hadn’t heard that. That’s awful. What has he been saying?

I’ll share this but maybe a more descriptive hashtag would be more effective?

Progressives and the Left: Where it all went wrong

Progressives struck me as louder versions of liberals. Progressives were the nice guys; they looked out for the little guy, they cared about women and minorities, they embraced change. Who wouldn’t want to be a progressive? But over the last couple of years, the meaning of the word “progressive” has changed and it’s something that I can no longer support.

Progressives used to say, “I may disagree with what you say, but I’ll fight to the death for your right to say it.” Not anymore. Banning speakers whose opinions you don’t agree with isn’t progressive. Prohibiting any words not approved of as “politically correct” isn’t progressive. Putting “trigger warnings” on books, movies, music, anything that might offend people - that’s not progressive either. All of this has led me to be believe that much of the left is no longer progressive but regressive. 

This regressive ideology doesn’t judge people as individuals but as a collective. Being judged by character rather than skin color was once a liberal idea, but these days, it’s not a progressive ideal. The left prioritize race over character. If you’re black or female, or Muslim or Hispanic, or a member of any other minority group, you’re judged differently than the epitome of evil - the white, Christian male. 

The left ranks minority groups in a pecking order to compete in a kind of oppression arm-wrestle where the gold medal goes to who can prove themselves to be the most offended. And what about religious freedom - the idea that no one else can tell you what you have to believe? Surely progressives still support that basic right? Well, not if you’re a Christian. We are told to respect the beliefs of a religion that punishes gay people by sentencing them to 100 lashings, prison or death but then demonize the beliefs of a religion that doesn’t want to bake a gay wedding cake… 

You may think that gay people appreciate these activists demanding the government to force a Christian baker or photographer or florist to act against their religion in order to cater, photograph or decorate a gay wedding. But you’d be wrong. A government that can force Christians to violate their conscience can ultimately force any of us to do the same. 

Is this really what you support? If a baker won’t bake you a cake, find another baker. Don’t demand that the state tell them what to do with his own private business. If you believe we should have the right to force a Christian baker to go against his beliefs to bake a gay wedding cake, then you must also believe we should have the right to force Muslims to go against their beliefs and remove their hijab and burqas. 

None of this is progressive. Today’s progressivism has become a fake moral movement that hurls accusations of racism, bigotry, xenophobia, homophobia, Islamophobia, and a slew of other meaningless buzzwords at anyone they disagree with. The battle of ideas has been replaced by a battle of feelings and outrage has replaced honesty. Diversity reigns supreme, as long as it’s not that damn pesky diversity of thought. This isn’t the recipe for a free society, it’s a recipe for authoritarianism. 

For these reasons to only name a few, I can no longer call myself a progressive. I choose to be a classical liberal, a free thinker. Although today I am placed in a conservative position for defending liberal values, who would have ever thought? So, as we’ve seen, if you think people should be able to say what they think without being punished for it, that people should be judged by their behavior rather their skin color and that people should be able to live the way that they want to live without government interference then there’s not much left on the left for you either. 

Of Goose 'N' Geese

A poem. Is but a poem.
It’s not a poem.
Then it’s possible that it is


Than a…



Follow me?

NOT with a shovel
But with
Pretentious unpretentious pretensions
Why? How? If…this…were…

……….mired in more morose prose of those

Mouse? Mice? Moose? Mooses? Meese?

I am literally literal as a conservative liberal

Short stories, novellas, novel…

Where do I put something to make me seem



I am

Son of Man




M@ybe the trees in the d!stance
Will keep me warm once I cut them

& when it’s out

Darkness…I am DEEP IN



Fade 2 BLACK

-H. Murcia 11:27AM 4/10/2017

wizardshark  asked:

This is more of a thought vomit: But it is super scary to me how inevitable a donald-esque conservative majority is seeming in canada. The most fascist conservative candidate is looking to win the leadership of the party, mid to left votes will split between liberal/ndp, and because electoral reform is refused by the liberals, conservatives win a majority. Am I insane for seeing this is ABSOLUTELY INEVITABLE? Is the librerals while theyre in power doing electoral reform the ONLY way to stop it??

I wouldn’t say O’Leary is the most fascist (I’d give that nod to Kellie Leitch), he is however an idiot and his hyper capitalistic fiscal policies will cause great harm to many marginalized groups.

I don’t see it as inevitable, but the fact that this is even a possibility is worrying. I hope that either the Liberals either smarten up and listen to the criticisms that many people are raising (#1 being electoral reform), or the NDP gets another ORANGE CRUSH in 2019.

Any of the top 3 Conservative Contenders would be terrible for Canada (O’Leary, Bernier or Leitch) if they were elected as Prime Minister.

Hey y’all I need a summer pen pal!!!

My name is Chelsea, I am 19, I have submitted here before and I have kept one long term friend. Mostly we just message on tumblr and I really enjoy that I have someone outside of my home life to talk to and share advice with. On the other hand though, I have always really wanted a pen pal that I could write to. 

I’m currently living in San Antonio, Tx going to college but I am originally from Harlingen, Tx which is a border land city. I love my home and I love being Mexican American but my Spanish is not that great being a “third generation immigrant” and everything. So if you know both English and Spanish it would be cool to write in either one to gain practice and experience. 

I am looking for someone preferably out of the country probably in the UK region. I know paying for postage will be a bitch but go big or go home right? I’m hoping to reach someone who is older than 16 at least but I know there’s not many people reading these. Boys? Girls? LGBTO+? Conservative? Liberal? Religious? Not Religious? I am open to all people as long as you are willing to openly respect my opinions and beliefs because I am willing to do the same with you. I will openly state that I stand as a Liberal Democrat in the political climate today. I identify as bisexual and I am a girl using she/her pronouns. 

So I love music and I love to write and I love to read YA novels about LGBTQ+ characters. I love all members of 1D together and apart. I listen to indie music more than anything but I have been recently getting into rap and R&B. My absolute fave band is Bad Suns and I love Frank Ocean. I also like to do some artsy things so maybe we could share a journal or something. I am open to all ideas. Just message me at my tumblr, if you are interested (I swear I am not as pretentious as that url sounds). 

A review of "Abnormal Summit": Gender, Sexuality, and Race in Kpop

Some Background on Korean Media:

The premise of the show is cute. It is like the male version of “Misuda,” which was a show where beauties from different parts of the world living in Korea talked about their experiences. Race, and gender came up often in that show, not often enough in my opinion, but definitely more so when compared to the other shows. In general, we often see that gender roles are always assumed and never challenged. Women are always weak, and in need of saving, and both men and women accept that narrative. There are broadcasting restrictions which makes non-hetero sexualities taboo topics. However, just because I consume Korean media, doesn’t mean that I am an expert in Korean culture. There are definite ways in which art imitates life, and vice versa, but life is also more complicated than tv dramas, and humans are always more complex than they are on tv, no matter how multi-faceted and well-developed the human on tv is. Therefore, we can expect to find many strong and independent women in Korea, and we shouldn’t be surprised when find such women. Gay characters are rare in Korean dramas. In “Secret Garden”, Lee Jong Suk played a gay character, which is very brave of him, but is an overall a rare occasion. Too rare. However, in reality, there are gay Koreans. Lots of them, and that too shouldn’t surprise us.

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There is a definite correlation in visibility and acceptance. As in, visibility of minority gender/sexuality/race in media correlates to their acceptance in civil society. In America, for the past couple of years there have been more LBTQ actors and characters in media. There have also been songs representing them and their cause, and such representations correlates directly to the strength of the LGBTQ movement in civil society. The fact that there are so many problematic gender roles, so few queer characters and celebrities, and semi-racist comments thrown around all the time in Korean media is because race, gender, and alternative sexualities are still new discussion topics in Korea. It hasn’t been long since people of other races have come into Korea, and although, homosexuality as a human condition is not new to Korea, homosexuality as a discussion topic is very new. Before people start accepting differences, those differences have to first come into their consciousness. The idea of homosexuality has to come into a person’s mind before an individual even begins accepting the idea. Gender equality as a term has to be understood, before it is understood as a concept. Therefore, we have to be critical of the media we consume, but also understanding of the people who create these media. Kpop is amazing, but problematic. Korean songwriters purposely write songs with English lyrics. They want to interact with us, and we have certain agency in what we choose to watch. Kpop is global, and social networking is a useful tool. We can let them know when the media they are selling us is messed up while being understanding and respectful. 

“Abnormal Summit” as a Unique Case Study:


Do I agree with everything that is said on the show? No.

Is everything that is said on the show “politically correct”? hell no. 

This show is anything but politically correct. One of the panelist is a super Chinese nationalist. In fact all of them are super nationalist, and being politically correct entails that you keep your nationalism under control. These men are horrible at keeping their nationalism under control. That is wonderful. Being “politically correct” is another term for “remaining silent.” Silence achieves nothing. If the rules of civility are established, and everyone knows that they are safe, then everyone should say what they think and that is exactly what happens on the show. These are bunch of male chauvinist,nationalists. 

That is not to say that these men are going to go around murdering people for their countries, or beat their wives. They are very nice men, with good ethical values. The point is, Hitler isn’t the only kind of nationalist, and there are other manifestations of male chauvinism beside wife beating. These topics just need visibility so that people can question, deconstruct, and then reconstruct their ideas, instead of just blindly assuming. Yeaahhhh~ 

So, the basic format of the show is that each week a guest comes in, and they bring in a topic, and then they ask the panelists if they are abnormal or not. The panelists are all foreigners and the guests are almost always Koreans. The hosts are Yoo Se Yoon, Jun Hyun Moo, and Sung Si Kyung. 

Some of the More Interesting Guests and their Topics:

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On one of the episodes, the panelists discussed marriage. Everyone expressed their views openly and comfortably. Everyone criticized each other’s views openly and comfortably. All of them still remain very good friends with each other. Hong Seok Cheon was one of the guests that came on the show. He did not ask the panelists to decide if he was abnormal or not. The show is honest, but not cruel. However, since he was there, and since he is the only openly gay celebrity in Korea right now, the panelists did discuss homosexuality. 

Having allowed everyone to express their views on homosexuality, Hong Seok Cheon revealed his own relationship with a concept of “marriage” and the episode ended their. A few tears were shed. However, no one really changed their minds. Episodes rarely end with a conclusion. Most Korean variety shows feel the need to have a conclusion. If a disagreement occurs, they try really hard to resolve the issue within that episode. The conclusion is usually contrived, and makes for an overall uncomfortable watch. This show does none of that. It only strives to plant seeds. There are new discussion topics every episode, and every episode it plants a new seed in the panelists’ and viewers’ minds. 

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In another episode, Announcer Park Ji Yoon came. She wanted to know if she was abnormal for wanting to have both children and career. I really liked her. She came in knowing what she wanted, and knowing that she wasn’t going to change her mind, but I think she just wanted men to think about the idea. She just wanted men to think about their privilege. It left some of the men confused. Especially since there were men on the panel who insisted that both men and women are equally capable of taking care of children. All of them pretty much agreed that both men and women care capable of doing the same job equally well. So, ideologically, they were not sexist, however, the fact that they restricted women from having the same privileges as them based on other ideologies that society use to uphold patriarchy became visible to them. By theory, not sexist, by practice, sexist. Interesting interesting. 

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My love Gookju came, and they discussed cohabitation. The men are very open about their sexuality, and their needs, but female libido is never discussed, which is why I feel like none of these men are going to be particularly good in bed. This episode was kind of disappointing as a bi-sexual woman. It was a fun episode, but just sad hearing about sex being discussed indirectly, but being directly discussed as a man thing. urgh. Female libido is real, y'all. 

My Favorite Panelists (Where I Sexually Objectify Men):

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Daniel Snoeks

Not necessarily the most visible, but definitely brings up the sexy quotient. Behind the tattoos, there is a lost-boy naivete which only adds to his sex appeal, in my opinion. He has interesting things to say, and has a gentle presence. He is not on the show in the later episodes, and yes, I do miss him, even though he never had the most screen time. 

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Sam Okyere

He is the token Black person. There is literally one Japanese, one Chinese, one Black person, and the rest are all White people. Uhmmm…Problematic. Whatever! He is one the panelists who gets the most screen time, and he also happens to be one of the more popular ones. He looks like a sex god, and acts like an idiot. Very charming. Think Jackson of Got7. Sexy at first sight, and just wild the rest of the time. He never participates when the discussions get heated. He went to college on a State scholarship, as in he has been chosen by his country to go abroad and study, as in he has a brilliant mind, yet chooses to act the idiot. I can’t help but think his silence is voluntary, and obviously the world has a part to play in his silence. We don’t give Black men the same platform we give White men. I like him, I feel sorry for him, and I am really frustrated by him too. Regardless of my conflicting feelings towards Sam, I am happy he is there, I always remember he is there, and I always want him there. Stay~

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Enes Kaya. He speaks Korean like a dream, but he is very conservative. The Korean name the netizens have given him is Kwak Mak Yo, which is the phrase often used to express constipation, and uptight people. He is vocal, and says everything he wants to say without any inhibition, which makes him very interesting to me, and I really appreciate his presence on the show. Even though I disagree with him, I like him a lot as a person. I appreciate his courage and honesty. I also think conversations are very boring if people have pretenses up. “Politically Correct” is one pretense that I don’t like. If you have a thing in your mind that is potentially racist, hence you are choosing not to say it, then you should definitely say it. Not in a place where you could get hurt for saying it, but in a place where people will listen to you, and then disagree with you. You have the right to express what you think, and if what you know is incorrect, then you deserve to hear a better-informed opinion. This guy is smart. He is conservative, but he is not a stupid, old fart, which lets me know that I have to always educate my opinions. Enes, I like you.

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Julian Quintart

He is really cute but he spits when he talks, and that makes hims even cuter. He is liberal by theory, but conservative by practice. I am not calling him a hypocrite, I am just saying there is a gap in his believes and his practices. Most people are like that, but since he is on television, he is exposed to other people’s judgement. Regardless, he is one of my favorites, because he is cute, he is vocal, and he is confused. They call of him the duck, because he spits when he talks. So cute. So endearing. So young. 

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Guillaume Patry

He is very cute but that is not the reason why I put him up. I swear to god there was gay moment between him and Sung Si Kyung. He sort of had tears in his eyes, and he said “I love you” to Sung Si Kyung, and before he said that everyone told him to be brave and to speak his mind and that everything would be edited accordingly. Sung Si Kyung blushed super hard afterwards, and looked really happy, but then completely brushed away the topic immediately. I can’t help but think they must have talked because Si Kyung became kind and attentive towards him in later episodes, and Guillaume went back to being super duper straight. 

OH! So much. There is just so much. So many interesting personalities. The hosts are brilliant, and I just want each and everyone of you to go and watch it. I don’t feel like writing a review on things that I didn’t really enjoy at the moment. I might change my mind later when I am running out of material, but right now, I just want to rave. Hooray for cable. Cable killing it. 

What Country is This?

The last several days have been difficult for me.  I don’t recognize where I am right now.  I know about changes in administrations having now lived through eleven of them. Some have been exciting and others difficult.  None of them have caused me to doubt our rightful leadership of the free world…until now.  Right now I don’t recognize the country I live in. I don’t recognize the people we have become.

The country I grew up in was a place of boundless optimism.  I was given an education and an opportunity that I could not have gotten anywhere else in the world. I rode on the shoulders of great men, who gave their lives fighting tyranny so that I might have just that opportunity.  I was inspired by leaders with expansive visions of our role and our potential.  John F. Kennedy, Lyndon Johnson, Ronald Reagan, George W. Bush and Barack Obama. I didn’t always agree with their politics or policies, but I was inspired by their visions of our greatness.

Now we are led by a president who plays to our fears and ignores our inherent optimism and generosity of spirit.  He is not of us and he does not represent me.  I loathe his pettiness, his self-aggrandizement, his immaturity, but most of all his lack of understanding of who we are as a people.  We are the people we fought two world wars to make the world safe for democracy and then spent our own treasure to re-build the economies of our former enemies. That is who we are. Now he would have us believe that we are cowards, afraid of a few refugees consisting mostly of women, children, the aged and infirm, fleeing the sort of tyranny we have always opposed.  That our irrational fear of harm outweighs our generosity of spirit. That is not who I am, and I don’t believe we are.

Republican, Democrat, liberal, conservative we have always been an optimistic and generous people.  Please cause us to remain so.  Join me in opposing the un-American ban on travel from seven Muslim countries and the closing of our borders to refugees, so that our children and grandchildren can grow up as we did, with faith in our future and unafraid of our role in the world.


I am like suuuuper super liberal and I live in a conservative college town, so instead of using tinder as a dating app, I’ve used it as a way to spread my liberal/feminist propaganda. And because most of these boys just wanna get in my pants, so many of them will end up listening to me rant on about it and even pretending to agree. I’ve even gotten someone who’s first picture is with him holding a gun to say that guns are bad. Honestly it’s so much fun.

Somehow got sucked into a Facebook feed of “conservatives” bashing “liberals” and what “liberals” stand for and everything, so I’m just going to say something.

I am not liberal. I am not conservative. I believe in one basic thing. 

We are all born equal, and the only thing that changes that are the actions we take for or against each other as human beings.

Things which do not effect your worth as a human being include:

  • Your religion
  • Your gender
  • Your skin color
  • Your sexuality
  • Your age
  • Your intelligence
  • Your job
  • Your financial status
  • Your heritage
  • Your status as trans or cisgender

Things which do effect your worth as a human being start and stop with how you treat your fellow human being. That means:

  • Respect the opinions of others as long as they do not dehumanize people based on anything mentioned above.
  • Treating each other well.
  • Affording everyone equal opportunity and working towards that.
  • Not judging anyone based on if they identify as liberal or conservative alone but instead their actions. I know people who identify as liberal and are incredible hateful and cruel. I know people who identify as conservative and are some of the most forward thinking and kind people out there.

There is nothing liberal or conservative about treating people well and with respect based on who they are, it is just being a good person.

A Poem About Trumpism by Carthagini Corpse


The people who hate me most in life

hate me principally because I’m liberal

and I care about making the world better

and that I think it’s reasonable to tell a billionaire

fuck you you’re not hoarding any more wealth or work-value.

Part of it is my literary vocabulary

with which I frequently if not persuasively articulate the worthiness

of a rigorously public government

and another part is that I have an epic wife

which offends these usual patriarchic suspects most.


It bothers conservatives that I am liberal

and that I don’t fear other people

nor do I expect the worst from them,

and my friends are internationally displaced and post-college,

and I even know—gasp—millennial muslims who aren’t fundamentalists

which really messes with the nativism clingers’ circuitry:

all my friends deserve to live in America

they’re cool with ambition and passion and youth—

why would America turn its nose at their inevitable existential contributions?

that kind of attitude is how other countries stop caring about English

and stop basing the world economy upon the US Dollar—

which would be bad for (the) US!

It also bothers conservatives that I’m generous with my house

for parties with these global friends that go late into the night

stimulating our borderless consciousnesses

and inalienable faith that humanism is the best ism.

conservatives are uncomfortable at them

and us uncomfortable with them among us.


Conservatives can smell the liberal on me

and I don’t make sense to them

or correlate accordingly with their echo chamber idea of a “libtard”

and it kills them because I am chill af—

they just don’t get how I could possibly be happy sharing what I have

or risking an occasional getting-walked-over

while practicing existential responsibility—

too many of their sentences and none of mine

begin with the phrase “As a taxpayer…”.

Kindness and courageous captain optimism, I promise, are contagious

and before long rigorously public, democratic, and multicultural government

will return.

Just because I am a conservative, does not mean I hate liberalism.

The two are not mutually exclusive or necessarily opposites, they are, as terms, hugely subjective. There is not only the social context or political climax of the country they are applied to, but a range of different social, economic or even national factors involved that may overlap or be imcompatible regardless of the position you assume of them.

The two are not always in neat, accessible and covieniant packages for your consumption. I believe anyone that so hastely considers the conservatism and liberalism oxymorons, is someone that maybe doesn’t quite understand or acknowledge how deep politics actually is.

I am a conservative because I believe in traditional and libertarian methods. But I am liberal because I believe these methods should lead to a progressive society.

When I arrived in New York City in 1983, I was almost seven years old and I’d never seen a black person in real life. I’d never seen one on television either. There were no children of color in my neighborhood, school or city. In kindergarten we had to memorize a famous Polish poem about a nice little African boy called Bambo who scurried up a tree because his mother told him he needed a bath and he was afraid of turning white. “Little black boy Bambo lives in Africa; such beautiful skin our little friend has…” That was the extent of it - the extent of my knowledge of what it mean to be black.

Poland was heavily ensconced behind the Iron Curtain back then and my parents were political refugees, coming to start a new life in a new land. This new land was full of new faces - brown and black faces, so many shades of color I didn’t know where to look. It was overwhelming, incredible, and very soon, completely normal, just another thing I got used too, like seven whole channels on TV and supermarkets full of anything you could ever ask for.

Back home we feared the government and those in charge; they were the enemy, they were the ones who had the dollars to shop in Pevex stores - stores where you could buy furs and imported PespiCola and Levi jeans. If you shopped at the Pevex, you were suspicious and lucky because you could afford luxury in a place where the average person waited on three-hour long lines for toilet paper and a rationed out pound of sugar. Color didn’t scare me; Commies and rich people did.

In America, my skin was white, but my voice was tinged with a heavy accent. I was a foreigner from a Soviet Bloc nation which in 1983 meant something scary. 

By second grade, I stopped going to ESL classes. I was learning. I lived in the Glenwood Housing Projects in Brooklyn. There was a boy in my class who was nicer to me than anybody else. His name was James. He had a huge smile and beautiful white teeth, American teeth. We were paired up in Social Studies. Our job was to make a papier mache Statute of Liberty, and we worked hard. He was my first black friend, and then he became just my friend. I wonder what happened to James and where he is now. 

It’s hard for me to write this, because I don’t really know what to say. But I think about color every day now; I think about Ferguson and race and riots and change. And all I know is no one around me is really talking about any of it, about how our country seems to be imploding, about how it’s sitting on some ugly little secret nobody white wants to mention. No one on my Facebook is mentioning it either, save for a few “activist” friends, and a writer I look up to. Are the others afraid to speak about their concern? Or are they afraid because they have none?

I’ve been afraid too; to say the wrong thing, to hurt feelings or be told off. Afraid even that I am writing the word “black” too much; that I am writing the wrong words. I am uncomfortable and I don’t know why. Or I do know why - the events in Ferguson gnaw at me late at night, because they are making me question who I am, how I think, and what my adopted country has become. So I write this despite my fear. I write this because my gut tells me that if I felt compelled to write about Robin Williams dying, I should be compelled to write about Mike Brown. Because in a way, they are about the same thing; senseless death.

I learned about Martin Luther King, Jr in the second grade too. We read about his life and then were told to draw something inspired by his story. I drew a picture of two white kids and two black kids holding hands on a green hill. My teacher beamed. She said I got the ‘message.’

All my life, I’ve prided myself on not being “racist.” This means, among other things, that I have black friends, that I am curious about African-American culture and history, that I have devoured An Invisible Man and all of Toni Morrison’s books, that I’ve cried during movies like Twelve Years a Slave, that my roommate in college was black, that I teach my children to celebrate and respect differences like skin color and faith while reminding them we are all part of the human race. There. I am doing my job. I am a white privileged person, I am a Polish immigrant, and for whatever reason, my empathy for the mistreated runs deep. I had nothing once. I had close to nothing. I worked hard. I reached for the fucking stars, and here I am now and I still believe that this is some kind of magic formula - hard work plus faith - and in the US of A, no matter where you come from or what you look like, the formula works. Maybe this is me being naive. Maybe this is me being optimistic. I am sensitive about coming off better than simply because I am better off. My eight year old son has a best buddy in school whose father is Polish, whose mother is African-American, and whose skin is brown, and none of that matters except for the fact that his buddy also really loves The Teenage Mutant Turtles. And I feel good about that. I feel ‘proud.’

But I don’t know what the fuck that means anymore. What does that even mean?

And there’s a bigger but. The but I can’t get out of my head, and why I am finally writing this blog.

Last Saturday night my husband performed at a charity concert in St. Petersburg, Florida. There was a crowd of 800 people, all of them white. They came to hear some Van Halen covers, to help raise money for a good cause, and maybe to get a picture with Patrick Wilson, who happened to be the drummer of this little band he’d formed with his brothers. My sons and I were ushered to the ‘VIP’ section. The venue was a sweltering and smelly brewery and God knows why the hell I wore heels and ‘VIP’ just meant plastic chairs and a thin blue rope. There were three rows of VIP seats. My kids and I sat in the third row because the first two were already occupied. They were occupied by faces I couldn’t place. Were they friends of the family? Were they friends at all? Were they lost? Who the hell were they? I smiled warily as I sat down, but it bugged me. It bugged me because the reason I was so thrown off was because the people sitting in front of me were African-American. And I felt like they were in the wrong place simply because of that. I caught myself. I felt shame at the thought, and I forced it away, pretended like the thought had never happened. Halfway through the concert a young man was brought  to the stage, to talk a little about where the proceeds of the concert that night would go. They would go to his school, a school that gave out merit based scholarships to students in financial need. It was a rigorous program, 11 months out of the year, ten hours a day of learning -  a program that got these smart kids who needed help, ready for college and beyond. The boy speaking was charming and eloquent, nervous and humble. On the stage, my husband beamed at him. In the crowd, I beamed at him. What a great kid, I thought. And then I realized the people sitting in the first two rows of the VIP section belonged there. They were his family, and they were also beaming. And I fucking died a little bit inside. Because me, consummate lover of humanity & just causes, me the ‘non-racist,’ had just had a very racist moment. And it scared the hell out of me.

In the middle of writing this, I take a break. I walk upstairs to say goodnight to my boys. I see my dad and stop in my tracks. I call out to him.

“Dad, when we first got here in 1983, were you afraid of black people?”

I expect him to say no. He was a defender of human rights, a freedom fighter back in Poland, imprisoned for his politics and then deported. But my father turns his eyebrows downward and looks sheepish as he nods his head yes.

“You were? Why?”

"I dunno. I’d never seen so many in person. I was afraid because they looked different.” And then he quotes the Polish poem about Bambo.  I am dumbfounded. My father is a radical-liberal-conservative. He is a conundrum. Someone who can spew bizarre ideology and then call my old college roommate his ‘fourth daughter’ because he loves her so much. He is not a racist but he is prone to stereotypical thinking. He tells me there were black Communist students from Cuba in Poland in the late 60s and him and his “white trash” teenage buddies would beat up on them sometimes. I widen my eyes in disbelief. I yell at him, why?

“Because we were fucking stupid.”

He tells me back then in Poland if you were gay and someone reported you, you were imprisoned for three years. He tells me people were scared all the time. He tells me things I don’t want to hear. He tells me some of his best pals when he was a NYC taxi driver were African and Jamaican cabbies, “good hard-working people.” He tells me things that don’t fit the narrative. He tells me it’s wrong to judge someone based on their skin color because that is basic ignorance and he tells me when he first got to the States he was afraid to touch black people. “But then I learn.”

After our conversation, I tell my father thanks and continue up the stairs before he stops me.”

“Why do you wanna know all of this, anyway? You writing another book?”

“No. I just wanted to talk about it.”

He nods his head.

Later, I go back to this blog and I feel like crying.

I want America to dust itself off and be better than this. I want justice for Mike Brown’s family. I want the looting to stop. I want the police officers in Missouri and beyond to remind themselves why they took an oath to protect and serve. I want us to dig deep and stop being such fucking cowards. Mostly, I want fear to give way to dialogue. 

We learn to love as much as we learn to hate.

It’s time we learn to talk about the things we don’t know how to talk about. Now would be a good start.

Well. At least “In Touch” is consistent.


Yes. We should all condemn the producers of the reality show, “Teen Mom.” Because without them I’m sure these two geniuses would have ended us as highly successful hedge fund managers.

Look “Teen Mom” didn’t ruin your life. You ruined your life. “Teen Mom” just exploited you while you did it. Lowest common denominator entertainment exploiting people too stupid to understand personal responsibility and self respect.

And since you sold your story to “In Touch,” it looks like you have no trouble continuing to feed the beast.


anonymous asked:

what are your thoughts on bernie sanders' support of abortion?

I am a biblical conservative (which still tends to be more liberal than political conservatism) but I am a political liberal. 

This means that while there are buzzy topics like gay marriage and abortion, which I would categorize as social politics, there are many many other topics that matter tremendously–like economics. 

Bernie is not in “support of abortion,” and neither am I. While I have a more conservative view than Bernie, it’s important to understand that his stance is that it is not and should not be the government’s right to tell a woman what to do with her body. I understand the anti-abortion stance, and I stand with you, but there is a major problem with what conservatives call “pro-life,” because it is not pro-life… it is pro-birth, and until those who call themselves “pro-life” are willing to support the mothers who aren’t able to support a baby and raise it in a loving and stable environment, they need to shut up. I understand the value and biblical calling to defend the helpless, but while conservatives are rallying outside of abortion clinics, they are also pro-gun and pro-war and tens of thousands of innocent, helpless lives are lost in the middle east and here in our country’s schools weekly. Those who call themselves pro-life need to either be consistent or silent.

The problem with writing off a candidate simply because of social issues is a huge mistake because it is such a small aspect of their policies. For instance, if a conservative wins the office and successfully defunds Planned Parenthood (who conservatives have pitched as the enemy), this will be devastating. Planned Parenthood does incredible things, with only 3% funding abortions, which is better than the alternative because defunding PP doesn’t mean the eradication of abortion anymore than the legalization of gay marriage created gay people. Defunding PP doesn’t mean the eradication of abortion…it means that we repeat the past and have unsafe and “back-alley” abortions that don’t take the gestation period into account and risks causing more harm than good. 

Bernie is against the government running the personal aspects of American’s lives because the government simply cannot. While conservatives might shake their fist and call it pro-life to defund one of the most beneficial women’s healthcare companies, it will have devastating implications. So neither Bernie nor I are “pro-abortion,” but we are both in support of Planned Parenthood, and to give you statistics on why… 35% of their money is allocated to educating students about STIs and treating those who have STIs. Another 35% is spent on educating and dispersing contraception to the widely sexually-active public who does not adhere to values of purity (since, newsflash–we are not a Christian nation and it is nonsensical to expect those who do not know Jesus to value or pursue biblical principles). Contraception has radically decreased teen-pregnancy and we should celebrate that! 16% of funding goes to cancer screening and prevention for those who cannot afford mammograms etc. 10% goes to miscellaneous Women’s HealthCare Services, and merely 3% goes to the sanitary, as-humane-as-possible abortion services. Am I pro-abortion? Not at all. But I am also capable of seeing that in a broken world, it can be bad, or it can be worse, and to be honest, defunding PP would be worse. 

It is crucial to realize that this is an important conversation, but it is even more crucial that we realize that there are many other issues that are equally as important, if not more, and we must push beyond the buzz topics to see that there is so much more to politics than anti-abortion efforts that would simultaneously defund sexual education and end up with a spike in teen pregnancy that would eventually lead to more broken families, more high-school dropouts, more poverty, and endless cyclical consequences over a damn 3% abortion service funding. We both come to the table with good intentions and hearts breaking over abortion, but when you look at the alternative, it doesn’t add up, and we are forced to consider that there is more to politics than the social issues that have hardly nothing to do with the major policy changes that would revolutionize and preserve our country in so many other ways. 

We are living in a broken world. Liberals aren’t to blame for abortions. But if conservatives think that defunding PP will save America from the sad reality of unwanted and terminated pregnancies, they are not only sadly mistaken, but they will start a chain reaction of much more devastating consequences that are far from resembling the gospel I seek to uphold. Reconsider your pro-life views. I do not mean consider being pro-abortion, but realize there is much more to it than those two sides, and it certainly is not reason enough to blow off Bernie Sanders. 

Alberta and You: Why Do Our Governments Last So F**king Long?

But First, Some Context

So to all my non-Albertan friends, or just Albertans who aren’t familiar, here’s how our political history goes:

(You may want to click that to see the detail)

Look at Those Long Ass Bars! These Parties Really Dominated… Or Did They?

Every time Alberta has experienced a change in government (1921, 1935, 1971 and 2015), there’s been a sense that the old party was utterly annihilated and their support base destroyed. But that’s not true.

As you can see, the old party isn’t completely destroyed after the election that unseats them.

But How Do These Parties Stick Around For So Long?

The general consensus is that these parties dominated Albertan politics with such perfection that there was no opposition. You may have inferred it from the table above, but that’s not true! The opposition still had more of the popular vote (percentage of people who voted for a given party, not seats) than the governing party.

Alberta Has Had Too Many Opposition Parties, Not Too Few

So where was the other 55%+ of the vote going? Albertans nowadays argue that people were happy with the PCs, or the Social Credit, or the UFA, or the Liberals, but that was majorily untrue.

If the remaining 50%, 55%, 60% or more of the opposition vote went to just two parties, then the system would probably be more dynamic. But Alberta has always had many opposition parties, splitting the vote, letting the Conservatives get maybe 30-40% of the vote in any given riding and thus winning only a few seats because of it. 

Our Governments Last Forever Because We Like to Vote For Our Conscience or the “Least Worst” Alternative

There are two kinds of voting behaviours in Alberta, and we use one or the other quite often. Most of the time we’ll just vote for our conscience, and ergo have four tiny opposition parties.

Other times we’ll vote for the least worst alternative. Oftentimes this has been the government; this is generally why the PCs and Social Credit lasted for so long. 

But when we decide the least worst alternative isn’t the government, get ready for one hell of a change.

Enter Rachel Notley, you sly dog, you. Look at that smirk, she knows what she did!