The Heretik

The Heretik Hearts, He Really Has a Heart On, On His Sleeve For Uppity Woman Liz of Blondesense

BLONDESENSE!  What blondesense?
Miz Liz Capazoli has come a long way, baby, since she last left the doors of Our Lady of Mercy Academy in Syosett ("Hey, look! Isn't that Natalie Portman?"), Lawn Guyland,
(" Start spreading the news . . . I'm leaving today . . . ) Noo Yawk, ( " . . . . I want to be a part of it . . . ") Noo Yawk

You can take the girl ( . . . we're not gonna take it . . . no, we're not gonna take it . . .)  out of Noo Yawk, ( . . . .  we're not gonna take it  . . . . anymore  . . . ), but you can't take the Noo Yawk outta da girl.

As that famous skank (. . . . no one opens the door . . . .) idiot bitch ( . . . . you're a Native New Yorker . . .) Ann Coulter said:  Would that it were so.  Or not.

In the song immortal of one Pat Benatar, this!  O, Benatar, where art thou now? (Lifetime?) Yea, I invoke the spirit of Pat, born with a Polish surname. (Oxygen?) Divorced some guy named Ben Atar.  Married some other boy named Geraldo, Neil (Talking with Paula Not Cokie Zahn?).  And kept a name not your own, but still so true!  O Pat Benatar, O, Liz Capazoli of Blondesense,  you just rock The Heretik's sad and dark world devoid of any of other life, a life previously lit only by fire and brimstone.  You're simply the best . . .  better than the rest . . .  better than anyone .  . . that I ever new (dude, that ain't Pat Benatar . . .that's Tina Turner . . .)
Oy.  Oyus Dei.  Oyus Maximus.

BLONDIE, YOU ARE A HEARTBREAKER

Your love is like a tidal wave, spinning over my head
Drownin’ me in your promises, better left unsaid
You’re the right kind of sinner, to release my inner fantasy
The invincible winner, and you know that you were born to be
You’re a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don’t you mess around with me!
You’re a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don’t you mess around - no no no!

Your love has set my soul on fire, burnin’ out of control
You taught me the ways of desire, now it’s takin’ it’s toll
You’re the right kind of sinner, to release my inner fantasy
The invincible winner, and you know that you were born to be

You’re a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don’t you mess around with me!
You’re a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don’t you mess around - no no no!

You’re the right kind of sinner, to release my inner fantasy
The invincible winner, and you know that you were born to be

You’re a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don’t you mess around with me!
You’re a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don’t you mess around with me!

You’re a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don’t you mess around with me!
You’re a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Heartbreaker!

The chicks, Heretik?  What is it with you and all these frikkin' chicks?

DEATH BE NOT PROUD an immortal poem by John Donne

Death be not proud, though some have called thee,
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

JOHN DONNE

THE HERETIK REMEMBERS AND HOPES HE MAY NEVER FORGET:
Nation will fight nation for dominance forever.  Women and men will skirmish. Each generation rises to swallow the one before it. A snake swallows itself. Each of us in the end faces but one enemy at a time. 
I look in the mirror to see my enemy is myself.  I who admit no other am enemy to myself first and only then enemy to all.
In me is all life and grateful I am for it.
In me is my own death.  May I not share it so much with others.

Lost Soul: What is a Culture of Life Part One

 

RIGHT CLICK HERE FOR SOME APPROPRIATE VIBE.
courtesy of the Joy Junkie We Know as Rox Populi

THIS POST BEGINS AN IMPORTANT THREAD: How Language Frames the Picture

Jeanne D'Arc at Body and Soul offers some interesting thoughts on the joining of Evangelical Christians and Catholics in the language they use about The Culture of Life. But what it means for one means something entirely different for another.
Your comments are welcome, indeed, they are required.  Thank you !

From Body and Sou: LIFE AND OTHER FALSE COGNATES

Listening to right-wing evangelicals talk about a "culture of life" is a lot like hearing George Bush talk about "human rights." They're using words I've used all my life, but there seems to be no connection between what I mean when I use them and what they mean when they use them. I keep thinking of the way, when you're learning a foreign language, you can get tripped up by words that sound familiar but have an unexpected meaning. In Italian, parenti are relatives, not parents, a libreria is a bookstore not a library, a camera is a room. False cognates. Evangelical "life" is not life. Bushy "human rights" are inhumane wrongs.

THE HERETIK WAS RAISED CATHOLIC IN HIS LAST LIFE 
His mother was something of a saint, his dad freaked out when The Heretik's sister came home converted to an evangelical group.

THE HERETIK'S NIECE IS A CHILD OF TWO CULTURES
Jewish mother, Catholic dad.  The evangelical sister returned to the home flock.  She gives her Jewish niece Christian gifts, with the hope that the niece might see some light that will never go off in her head.  My evangelical sister hears my niece wants to work for NARAl when she graduates from Hamilton.  My sister, a lost child of god, doesn't hear what my niece says.  My sister tells my niece she could help my niece.  If she were on the other side of the abotion issue.  The divide in America is a divide in my family.  Everyone talks, but no one listens.  Fun times at the the Thanksgiving Day table.
Is this a divide forever unbridged?

ELIZABETH ONE: a poem by Joe Ivory Mattingly Dedicated to Uppity Woman Roxanne Cooper (AKA Rox Populi)

In Which Young George Bush Was Most Ambitious . . .

BUSH IS GOD damn it!

Sometimes satire is a stiletto, sometimes it takes a sledgehammer. Oy.

BOOK OF REVELATION COMPLETE!
Earl Bockenfeld pointed The Heretik in the right direction on this!
Bush clearly is The Chosen One to lead The New Chosen People.  The New Chosen People TM are currently on world tour, kicking ass in concert halls from Afghanistan to Iraq to right here at home . .  . at least the haven't come home quite yet.  Or have they.  Tune in later tonight for an update on the latest front in the Bush Admin's War on Everything.  Note: On Fox, they are calling it HOLY WAR TODAY! The Sacred vs The Profane. 

More juicy bits from Earl from Bush Who Gets and Gets It Good from God.

During Bush's first term, he was to appear at Eisenhower Park in Nassau Country.  The White House sent down through the Secret Service orders to the park workers:

"The president's feet are not to touch the dirt."

He doesn't want his feet on the ground and he was attending a groundbreaking ceremony.  There's something VERY strange and disturbing about this that you may not realize:  It's messianic.  The exact same thing is said of Christ's return in Jerusalem until certain prophecies are fulfilled.  Given this guy's obvious God-complex, I find this disturbingly meaningful.

Earl Bockenfeld knows his stuff.  The Heretik is going to try to steal as much of it as he can.  Here's more.

During the first Roadmap to peace in the Middle East, Palestinian Prime Minister Mahmoud Abbas had an amazing quote from a conversation with George Bush:

"God told me to strike at al-Qaida and I struck them, and then he instructed me to strike at Saddam, which I did, and now I am determined to solve the problem in the Middle East.  If you help me I will act, and if not, the elections will come and I will have to focus on them."

That last little bit got almost no play (rhymes with Yoplait) in the press when it was said.  Now we are all eating so sour NoPlait Yogurt.  Mommy, why does my stomach   .. . . Mommy, I think I'm gonna throw up . . . . Son, look what you've done!. . . . You have thrown up all over the carpet . ..  all over my nice new Middle East .. . .Just you wait til your father gets home.  Oy.

DAMNED MEDIA, DAMNED HERETIK

IZVESTIA ON THE HUDSON?
Lambert@CORRENTE Makes The Heretik Want to Go Pee in A Farmfield
Rather Than In His Pants as He Doing Now

FROM LAMBERT@CORRENTE: LIZZIE "GIRL REPORTER" BUMILLER GETS OUT THE KNEEPADS

"President Bush's New Public Face: Confident, Comfortable and 'Impishly Fun'". From Lizzie's Diary:     Note to self: Make sure to check kneepads carefully after Judy's been using them. Funny how Izvestia on the Hudson can't manage to run a story about Bush's Partei rallies where he only appears before supporters, and where the supposedly spontaneous "conversations" are rehearsed, multiple times, the night before.

The Heretik does not want to think of what Impish Fun Elizabeth Bumiller has when she has Bush and her other fave Rumsfeld in some back room together?  Oy, what a suck up.  And The Heretik knows about suckups.  He is the master of the overt suckup.  Or not.  The Heretik acknowleges he often overestimates himself.

DAMN THE NY TIMES FOR GETTING IT WRITE
UM RIGHT FOR ONCE
And on the First Time
Very Admirable: The Heretik Is Going to Puke On This

FROM KATHY@WHAT DO I KNOW? WHY ISN'T "HYPOCRISY" SPELLED LIKE DEMOCRACY?

Why Isn't "Hypocrisy" Spelled Like "Democracy?" No, I'm not going to say "I told you so!" But I did: Link: List of Schiavo Donors Will Be Sold by Direct-Marketing Firm.     WASHINGTON, March 28 - The parents of Terri Schiavo have authorized a conservative direct-mailing firm to sell a list of their financial supporters, making it likely that thousands of strangers moved by her plight will receive a steady stream of solicitations from anti-abortion and conservative groups.

The Heretik does not want to think about spelling. 
We live in a nation of idiots that doesn't have time to read, particularly when the righting is on the wall.  The Heretik often overestimates himself, particularly in midrant.  Righting on the wall?  Had the right on my mind.  The Right is on my ass!  Rant, rant, pause, breathe.  Ah, that's better!  Make righting on the wall writing on the wall.  Make it so.
We live in a world of cut and paste journalism.
The Dork Blogocrat Heretik is as guilty as the meteor, I mean media.
Jeez, this whole Schiavo thing got me going.  The Heretik pleads guilty to cutting and pasting a long comment into at least three different blogs. Victims include Hilzoy at Obsidian Wings, my bitch queen Professor B at Bitch Ph.d.  I may have even spooged that nice girl Jeanne d'Arc at Body and Soul.
My lesson?  When you rant, stop to breathe in the middle.  At least once.

Truth is Schiavo is not about Schiavo at all. So when she dies, the furor found in so called fundamentalists who have no respect for fundamental decency will move onto the next "cause" that serves their agenda. The mask may change. The face of fear and control does not. So I'm going to continue to write about this uber subject mostly in the new series Lost Soul. Fatigue in the face of the onslaught of fear is natural and expected. Mostly it is expected by the fearmongers who will take advantage while we sleep. May we not wake to too many more nightmares. May we hold onto our dreams so our children will know light.

Yup, that was quite a rant.  Even got a plug in for that new series I righteously call Lost Soul.
Yeah, Heretikal One, could you be a little more self important with that stuff?  Get back to the fun stuff!  Where is the cat blogging?
Originally Lost Soul was supposed to look at all this Schiavo stuff.  I was going to have a bit about my mom's death to tie into it, but I haven't had the courage yet to post that thing.  Because that would get into some deep Krap. And The Heretik, just like everyone else, the media included, hates to step into deep Krap, not just because we have to take the time to scrape the stuff off our shoes.  Oy.  Sometimes you have to scrape the deep Krap off your soul. And that leaves scrape marks.  And who likes the smell of deep Krap anyway?  Each of us looks away from The Real Krap some time.  And what are we left with when we wake up? Yesterday's Krap and a fresh load piled on top for today.
If you don't clean the litter box every day, the whole house soon smells like Krap.

HIGHLY WRECKOMENDED (Pam's House Blend) Yum!

100,000 LESBIANS, WOMEN, AND OTHER ETHNICALLY DIVERSE, OPINIONATED PEOPLE CAN'T BE WRONG

CONGRATULATIONS TO PAM'S HOUSE BLEND for Hitting the Mile Marker When It is Time to Trade in Your Subaru or Other Crunchmobile for something less old!  At the rate The Heretik is going, his site meter won't have 100K on it for another  100 years.  How does Lesbian Woman Pam who keeps it ethnically diverse and opinionated do it?  With stories like this one>>>>>>



Guess Wells Fargo thinks its patriotic duty is to run the wagon train over servicemen and women, then claim ignorance of a 65-year-old law.
  Nothing like your friendly neighborhood bank and mortgage company, breaking the law, trying to strong-arm military families to pay up or begin foreclosures. You know the system is broken when a person has to get on the horn to elected reps and call the media dogs on a company like Wells Fargo before they finally let up.

Easter Bunny Blogging? What About BadAssBitch SheBlogger Blogging?

JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SAFE TO DRINK COFFEE AND LOOK AT A COMPUTER SCREEN
SHE BLOGGER RETURNS AND THIS TIME SHE'S BROUGHT HER FRIENDS
Coffee horked through nostrils, bladders close to bursting, a flood of laughs feared.  And just who is to blame? Connect with Tild here

A HERETIK KONFESSION: Did somebody say konfession?  Not me. Been there, done that.  Actually  that should be been there, burnt me.  When you are The Heretik and been the main course at the Villager's Barbeque, you appreciate inflammatory rhetoric and because I am a guy pictures.  We like to see pictures.  These pix put the burn within The Heretik.  A righteous, lefteous burning in my heart, and um a burning in my gut and um no more from me.

A HERETIK KONFESSION: I worship at the altar of Tild but only on odd daze and only at altered altars. Please note other alternates do not apply. Apply within. Thank you.

Okay: SO WHAT ABOUT THE EASTER BUNNY BLOGGING?

Easterbunnyblogging Easter this year marks the official start of mud season at Chez NTodd, which means I should get off my rear and into my bike saddle. But today I needed some quality time with the kids:

AND THE HERETIK WOULD LIKE TO SAY:The Artist Formerly Known as Person NTodd is a great photographer.  You can purchase the good guy's goods here.After I bought the above print and put it on my wall, my other prints were ashamed of their relative lack of charm.  They got over it.  I still haven't gotten over the charm of this one.

IN HIS OWN WORDS: Winding Roads founder N. Todd Pritsky takes myriad types of pictures which include a wide array of black & white and color shots: personal and experimental; expressive and documentary; mundane and unusual.

LOST SOUL: Trish Wilson Takes Off With the Kids in Custody Civil War

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courtesy of the Joy Junkie We Know as Rox Populi

Feeling like a Lost Soul yourself? This second post in the series picks up the thread that started here.

A civil society demands civil discussion. When civil discussion ends, civil war ensues.  Or is it, when civil war ends, civil discussion can begin?  Said it once and The Heretik will say it again.  Civil war? Nothing is civil about war.  That phrase must have been invented by the first and greatest Oxy Moron of all time. On the Custody Issue:  Carla of PreEmptiveKarma has had her say.  Some readers have weighed in. Today Trish Wilson responds.  The Heretik would say Trish Wilson weighs in, but suspects this is a poor choice of phrase even with the most heavy of topics.  The weight issue, you know, is best left to another series, right? Carla from PreEmptive Karma is whispering something to me. What?  Heretik, shut up?  Let Trish Wilson have her say?  Of course. Sorry.  Lo siento mucho. Muchisimo.  Not for  me to get in the way of Trish Wilson.  Woman got an argument like a runaway freight train packed in her pocket. Okay, let's go.  Let's go crazy.
Your comments are welcome, indeed, they are required.  Thank you !

From Trish Wilson: THE TRUTH ABOUT JOINT CUSTODY

Carla from Preemptive Karma posted a couple of links in my comments that I thought needed to be mentioned here. These two links are often cited by fathers' rights activists. She posted them in support of joint custody, but I know more about those links that show how much they don't support joint custody. This is what I wrote in comments: http://www.usatoday.com/news/health/child/2002-03-25-joint-custody.htm As does this:http://www.gocrc.com/research/jcbib.html
CUSTODY IS A BIG ISSUE FOR TRISH WILSON.  IT TIES INTO SO MANY OTHER TROUBLESOME AREA.  CONSIDER ONE WADE HORN

Wade Horn is the Assistant Secretary of Children and Families in the Administration for Children and Families at the DHHS.

Horn is better known for promoting marriage and "responsible" fatherhood. He is one of the founders of The National Fatherhood Initiative, which has printed out "Father Facts." Those"facts" were lists of flimsy statistics that blamed "fatherlessness" (code for single and divorced mother homes) for a host of social problems such as juvenile delinquency, low S. A. T. scores, drug and alcohol addiction, and teen pregnancy. These statistics malign single and divorced mother homes. They also oversimplify and misrepresent problems exacerbated by poverty and lack of adequate support systems by insinuating that these families can rise out of poverty if the father is present in the home. Preferably, that father should marry the mother. Hence, the arrival of marriage initiatives promoted by Gallagher and McManus, funded by DHHS.

WAS THE HERETIK HOPING FOR A CATFIGHT HERE? 
Sadly no.  Like all guys, The Heretik loves catfights, but this is not the place for one.

NO CATFIGHT HERE
Not today. Maybe tomorrow.  Come back for the catfight tomorrow, you dogs. Here we have the beginning of a civil discussion. When civil discussion begins, civil war ends.  Or is it, when civil war ends, civil discussion can begin?  Said it once and The Heretik will say it again.  Civil war? Nothing is Civil about war.