Tuesday, August 28, 2012

RNC Game Changer

Photo source: http://bit.ly/Pq6dyb
Know what the ultimate game-changer would be? A lack of electricity ... or at least, a lack of a 24-hour a day news cycle, the inability to indoctrinate through repetition ... how about a restriction that the candidates are only allowed to use cardboard and glue sticks to campaign for your vote ... or everyone coming to the reasonable conclusion that time and again we have invaded countries and taken down governments and regimes who want to impose "religious doctrine" over "democracy" ... where is the "Grand Old Party" of my youth ... don't get me started ...

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Bakin' Bacon


Daddy had the patience of a saint and was the KING of "low n slow". He was an Iowan farmer, up at 4 every morning and by the time we lazy bums got out of bed at 5.30 he had a pound of bacon ready, a "Howdy, howdy!" and a "How many eggs to you want for brefkes?" We had bacon and eggs and white toast and grits and butter every single morning...obviously well before Dr. Oz.

I am not good at all at makin' bacon. I don't know why. When I make it for Hoppin' John I take scissors and cut it up in to inch bits and stir and stir and stir. (My world-famous recipe here.) I found this easy peasy recipe about a decade and go and it's fool-proof. I always see that a lot of people put the bacon on a baking rack and place that inside a lasagna pan. I find that this produces a dryer bacon and it takes longer to cook.  I like putting the bacon directly on an aluminum foil lined cookie sheet and it works beautifully. I've never had splatters, I've never had spills and at the end you have about a 1/4 cup of bacon grease ready to make other recipes yummy!

Place slices of bacon on a foil-lined cookie sheet. Do not ! stack them or overlay them, they must be side by side.
Place in a COLD oven.
Turn up to 400 degrees, bake for 20 minutes and remove the bestest crispest bacon you've ever had.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Sick To My Stomach


SOURCE: http://bit.ly/QByOWw

I know many people don't believe the struggle for homosexual rights corresponds with the "civil" rights struggle of the 60s because, presumably, we CHOOSE our orientation (and UGH i hate the word "lifestyle" and p.s.: I remember being attracted to men at age 4, srsly), but the pictures and videos I've seen from Chicken Pride Day (thank you, Randy Rainbow) have made me feel dirty and numb and frustrated and sad and I hope one day they all look back with embarrassment like I hope the people above do.

 
(the thing i love so much about Randy Rainbow is he always does what i think we do best ...
plow through others' ignorance with a song and a tiara.)


Let's get over the issue of "civil" civil rights for a second (and the fact that this whole mishegas is a Seinfeld episode).  Let's get over the fact that (a) Jesus never says anything about homosexuality, (b) if you bitch about Old Testament laws against homosexuality then you BETTER be living the life of an orthodox and observant Jew and (c) this country is not run against the rules of the Bible, it's run against the rules of The Constitution ... (1) I don't think people in the US understand that there are TWO parts to the "marriage" ceremony because it is most often performed in a religious setting ... the civil part and the "religious" part ... the religious leader performs a blessing in the name of the religious institution and is also licensed to perform the civil part, which is why we hear, "By the power invested in me by the State of Bladie-Blah", I now pronounce you ...".  This "blessing" part was just proudly approved at #GC77 by members of the Episcopal Church.  (2) I'm tired of those opposed to same-sex marriage presuming we're all godless heathens (read: non-religious Christians), and (3) honest to fukcakes(tm, djs), I can't imagine anything more "conservative" than WANTING to get MARRIED ! and wanting to raise CHILDREN !  (and there's always that old chestnut: "If you want to put an end to gay sex, legalize gay marriage" hardee har har.)

Most importantly, though ... what the hell business is it of yours the kind of consensual sex I'm having (with a human being having reached the age of consent in the particular state in which the sex occurs within the CONfines of the statutes of the kind and SORTS of sex which may legally occur ... have I covered it for the Christianists?  thanks.).  Let's say that I have misunderstood, since 1973 when I began studying the Old and New Testament thoroughly, learning the languages in which they were originally recorded, burying myself in the cultures in which they were crafted at that specific time in herstory and passed down, all under the prayfilled guidance of whom I believe, within the confines of these "scriptures", to be "God"'s "Holy Spirit") that my specific creation as a homosexually orientated [sic] being is contrary to these writings and that my (rather flaw-free and legendary) practise of these attractions are disordered and an abomination.  What DIFFERENCE does it make to the United States Constitution.  Shouldn't it be illegal, then, for Atheists to be "married" because they're not being married in the name of God and Jesus Christ?  Shouldn't it be illegal, then, for any non-Judeo-Christian to be married because they're not being married in the name of Jesus Christ? and how all of a sudden are these Christianists denying that for EVER there have been Evangelical seminars (which, in my pentecostal past, I have attended and taught) that Mormonism is a CULT but it's okay to run an LDS Republican for president.

Let's cut the shit, people, and concentrate on important things like ending poverty and hunger, concentrate on providing healthy water to those in need, universal education and gender equality and health care for children all over the globe.  Maybe then all the energy expended on cursing the fact that God introduced me to the person God made specifically to join me to for a life of service in God's name could be used for good and not for hideousness.  Stop making me apologize for my existence.

Thanks for sharing, I'm sure, your Auntie Dasch