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“Mother” is NOT a dirty word !

2 Feb

motherhood is a feminist issue

The British Medical Association has recently issued some guidelines discouraging their own staff to call pregnant women “mothers” in order to not offend the transgender community.

We will demonstrate to express our opposition to that move in the strongest terms.
We see that move as a way to deny women the right to talk about their experience of birth and motherhood.

The word for adult human female is “woman”.
The word for adult human female who is pregnant is “mother”.

Only the female of the species can get pregnant and we will not pretend otherwise.
“People” do not get pregnant.
“Men” do not get pregnant.
Noticing and naming biological differences between the sexes is called science, these are biological facts.
Naming biological facts is not “exclusive”
Naming biological facts is not hate speech.
Naming biological facts is not bigotry.
Naming biological facts is not…

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The DWR Sunday Religious Disservice – Oh, so that’s how it happened.

29 Jan

RCMP investigate damage to pipeline in northwest Alberta

17 Jan

Warrior Publications

Kinder Morgan Trans Mountain pipeline Pipeline being placed into trench.

Damage is estimated at $500,000 to $700,000, police say

CBC News January 16, 2017

Police say they are investigating significant damage to an oilfield pipeline under construction in the Hythe area in northwest Alberta.

Beaverlodge RCMP received a report on Sunday about mischief at a pipeline site north of Hythe, Alta.

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Sample from ‘DECADE’

10 Jan

Feminist Fiction – DECADE

5 Jan

Dakota Access Pipeline to continue despite Army Corps failure to grant easement

5 Dec

Warrior Publications

dakota-access-pipeline-mural To the people of Standing Rock, with love, peace, and prayers. “How The Protectors Defeated The Black Snake” -Art Alley, Rapid City, SD #NoDAPL

Energy Transfer Partners and Sunoco Logistics Partners Respond to the Statement from the Department of the Army

Business Wire, December 4, 2016

Energy Transfer Partners, L.P. (NYSE: ETP) and Sunoco Logistics Partners L.P. (NYSE: SXL) announced that the Administration’s statement today that it would not at this time issue an “easement” to Dakota Access Pipeline is a purely political action – which the Administration concedes when it states it has made a “policy decision” – Washington code for a political decision. This is nothing new from this Administration, since over the last four months the Administration has demonstrated by its action and inaction that it intended to delay a decision in this matter until President Obama is out of office.

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QotD: “Passionate, experienced informed commentators no-platformed and muzzled, just for having a different point of view, widening the scope for debate and other such major thought crimes”

27 Nov

Anti-Porn Feminists

Pupils at the Simon Langton grammar school for boys in Canterbury have written an open letter, complaining about the decision to ban former pupil, Breitbart’s Milo Yiannopoulos, from giving a talk at the school, owing to his “reputational issues”.

Yiannopoulos, who was banned after pressure from the Department for Education, clearly fancies himself to be quite the shock-jock, with his racist and sexist views (“America has a Muslim problem”; feminism is “like cancer”). Proper little charmer, isn’t he? However, the Canterbury pupils say they don’t need to be protected from “indoctrination” and have been denied the right to “interrogate rhetoric”. They said that silencing Yiannopoulos vindicated him, “reinforcing his accusation that our society is against free speech”. Bravo. Give those pupils a merit mark.

What a lesson for all those organisations and groups that have banned speakers (Germaine Greer and Peter Tatchell included), sometimes on the most spurious grounds, in…

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A Failing of Fish

20 Nov

I took my dog to the acequia madre today. The irrigation district burns or poisons the vegetation away, and they stopped irrigating some weeks back. There is little to look at other than a moonscape of rocks, sand, broken concrete, the occasional clot of garbage, and puddles of doomed fish.

I don’t know whether the fish always die every time they stop irrigating or whether they just live in the canal all season until the end of the season. It probably depends on what the year’s water allocation is and thus how frequently the canal is filled. It takes awhile for the standing water to all evaporate or seep away into the ground.

I’ve seen this before, and the ultimate aftermath of piles of rotting carcasses. I never see anyone eating the fish, dead or alive. Surely some hawk or raccoon must find this brutally created buffet of interest?

Maybe they do, and there just aren’t enough of them. The vultures have long gone south.

It’s hard to watch. Today the fish were flopping around in a puddle only deep enough to cover them halfway, desperately trying to keep themselves hydrated and aerated.

I almost never run across another human on foot by the acequia. They race by on their ATV’s, they drive by in their trucks, taking shortcuts or avoiding the streets for some reason, perhaps off to perform some irrigation-related task. And sometimes, if I’m fortunate, there are no vehicular humans at all for awhile.

I like the acequia during the summer, in the evenings or early mornings. There are birds, different ones than those I see in town. And sometimes they haven’t burned it yet.

In winter, it has its own still beauty as well. But this is the in-between time, the time of the slow, grim, pointless deaths. I’d forgotten about this. I hadn’t been there for awhile.

A Bright Red Pin

11 Nov

Pray for Calamity

Only two bolts hold the crankshaft-position-sensor in place. It is their distance from me that makes replacing the sensor a moderately frustrating task. The ratchet handle, cold in my left hand, has two six inch extensions on it, followed by an elbow joint, followed by a three inch extension, followed by the eleven millimeter socket. My right hand braces this ridiculous tinker-toy of a tool, or tries to at least, as I slowly loosen the bolts. The contraption feels only slightly more effective than attempting to loosen a bolt with a wet noodle. Through out the process, I have to constantly replace the socket as it slips off the hexagonal bolt head. More than once the extensions separate. At one point when they do, one of the heavy metal sections falls onto my face, smashing into my lip.


I don’t yell it. I just sort of say it.


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“Neither Fish Nor Fowl”

3 Nov


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