Stop discrimination

April 28, 2012 § 13 Comments

I was sent this from DCG (much thanks) and it really pissed me off.  More than that I got pissed off at myself, because when reading the story said “Well DUH Catholic School”.  Then I realized how brainwashed we are getting with the media portraying those fighting for discrimination to be the ones who are the victims to those mean nasty people seeking tolerance. *Stamp foot* “Stop being intolerant of my intolerance!”  When did I join them?  When did I excuse intolerance because of religion?  As a Catholic School, yes, it is perfectly legitimate to not have someone talking about non-Catholic values.  But his speech was not about or even alluding to the fact that he is a homosexual.  He was discriminated against because he had the nerve to be proud of his loving and committed relationship, and excited on making a permanent commitment to his  partner.  He was told it was because he is openly gay.  If he had hidden the fact he is homosexual it would be okay.

Now I can hear some of you asking, but isn’t it okay, after all, it is a catholic school?  But ask yourself, if a woman was teaching in a Catholic school, should it be okay if she gets fired for using birth control?  I dare say most of us would say no.  Hells, the Catholic Church has swept years of child sexual abuse under the rug while the priests, or as I like to call them, perps were still not only conduction mass but lining up alter boys for their new positions wherever they were sent to do God’s work.  Yet a man who is is a committed and loving relationship with another man is going to taint the young minds of the graduates?

One of the thing that continually amazes me is that judgement is so much an issue in Christianity.  I know I am no bible guru but isn’t judging supposed to be left up to God if you are a Christian, or Muslim, or fuck, any religion really.  Isn’t it terribly arrogant to think you know what is in another’s heart?  Let alone some supreme being that we are continuously told his goodness is such you cannot fathom it?

So I guess one big question is, how do you know when you are being intolerant of religion or too sensitive?  I guess I personally want to pick another piece out of Leviticus and see if it would be reasonable to say… “Hey on Facebook he said he ate at Red Lobster last night.  That abomination cannot talk to our children.”  The funny thing is he could have written on Facebook about him hitting it with a different woman every night and not one word would have been said about it.
So a school chooses this moment to show it’s students what they think being Catholic is really about… Hate.

So there is a petition: http://www.change.org/petitions/sacred-heart-academy-mt-pleasant-mi-stop-endorsing-homophobia

Because no school should be telling their students that hate in the name of religion is okay.  JMHO.  I hope you all sign if you agree.

And A big Thank You to DCG.  I would have missed this if you had not brought it to my attention.

And I know I did not make this to a U, fuck it, this was way more important.

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T is for

April 24, 2012 § 33 Comments

Too much information.
Now I know not everything that seems a big deal to some people is a big deal to anyone else…. but some things cannot just be shrugged away.

Today my boss was interviewing for a grunt.  You know someone who does all the grunt work (like me), but content to be just that.  Anyway, this guy goes into his interview and starts to leave.  “How did it go?” I asked.
“They asked me for a police check”, he seemed a little upset.
“They do that with everyone,” my co-worker assured him.
“Are they just checking for warrants, or like a full record?”
   Most people I know have some record or another.  Nothing to get put away for, usually a public drunkenness or possession charge.  “So long as it’s not too bad you’ll be okay.”
   “Oh, good,” he says.  “Nothing really, just a few domestic violence charges.”  He shrugs like it is nothing.

Really dude?  THAT is no big deal to you?  I’m thinking the main reason they do a police check is to weed out those who either are drug dealers or those with violence issues, especially among those with no voice to speak out.  Oh, creepy, creepy, creepy.  I think on to the next interview.

S is for

April 23, 2012 § 4 Comments

Fucking SNOW, are you kidding me? Inn April? The END of April! What ever happened to that global warming I’ve been hearing so many good things about?

R is for

April 22, 2012 § 6 Comments

Real Estate.  Looking for a place to rent in Guelph.  Two observations: fucking expensive and fucking horrible.  For reals.  BORING!  It seems all apartments are in apartment buildings with non-existant kitchens, bathrooms from the 70s and they want more for a bachelor than we pay here for a two bedroom.  Fuck we could fit two of their apartments in ours.
I hate moving.  I love this place.
*Le sigh*

First day at the new Job yesterday.  I’m going to pick up about 3 shifts a week.  And I’m going to hate it. Don’t laugh, don’t you dare fucking laugh, but I have joined the “would you like fries with that” guild.  Fuck, I hate it already.  Boss is a cunt.  Co-workers are actually okay for the most part, but revisit the boss being a cunt, which kind of makes it impossible to enjoy a moment of work.  Oh, and customers are dicks.

Have a great fucking day.

Q if for

April 21, 2012 § 3 Comments

Quite hungover.  Sorry I am a bit behind, again.  My last final exam was yesterday in bio-chem.  It was definitely the one I was truly dreading, and it went okay.  But I went home, and C left me a bottle of the Captain and a note that we were going out.  Now C is not known for exactly knowing when would be a good time to get out and blow off steam or celebrate, but he hit the nail on the head this time.
So I figured we would be going to the club…. nope.  He and Ali got together to throw a party, even had Jake there.  I got ridiculously, sloppy drunk.  It was so fun.  We crashed at Ali’s place, but around 7A.M. he was ready to leave.  (Bastard).  So here I sit QUITE and utterly hungover.  Do you think I can enjoy my hangover in peace?  No.  I have to work later.  Oh well, at least my hangover was well earned:D

P is for

April 18, 2012 § Leave a comment

Policies.

I think with all friends you need policies.  Like Alex and  I agree not to talk about religion, or to take offense when one of us says something, momentarily forgetting this policy.  Jake and I have a policy that we are always each other’s excuse to get rid of dates we are done with, regardless of how.  Ali and I sulk about men together.  She hates my exes more than I do and vice versa.  
Ali’s and my policy has one nasty part.  What do you do when they get back with someone?  Ali had to do it first when C and I broke up then got back together, Ali hated him.  Eventually she chilled out.  They get along fine now.  But she is my friend, and his by proxy.  That is our policy.
Ali and the ex-ex (or as I now refer to him “he who cannot keep it in his pants”) are back together.  He cried and beg and blamed everything from the whore he was fucking around with to Ali for just being so perfect he felt he did not deserve her (he does not).  Ugh, the one thing I do love about our policy is that I can still be snide and trash talk the douche bag…. Nicely.  Maybe one day he can redeem himself like C did in Ali’s eyes…. Not fucking likely.

O is for

April 17, 2012 § 17 Comments

Overacting.

This is courtesy of a 9ish girl at Walmart.  C and I are walking by the emergency exit as a little girl presses the lever, openning the door and sending off alarms everywhere.  The little girl takes off like a bat out of hell down an aisle.  We hear her parents: “Where’s Trina?” with suspicision high in their voice.  She is one aisle over concentrating on the shelves with an impressive image of innocence, concentrating on the shelves in front of her.
“Trina, did you set off the alarm?”
   “What alarm?” as the alarm was still blaring it was a poor bluff.  “I’m just looking at the toilet seats.  I’ve been here the WHOLE time.”
   Canada: I think somewhere William Shatner has started a private school of acting, and Trina is his prize pupil.

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