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Breasts and Islam. Does NSFW really get more reads?

Freedom of Speech, Humor, Legal, Patent, Planetary Temperatures, Poetry, Social Issues, Tech, Uncategorized

There are no pictures of breasts or any other NSFW item here. If you were just looking for that “item,” you can now leave. However, please stay and read the post if you are interested in how you think…

A woman, Jen McCreight, has posted a picture of herself showing some cleavage to oppose a statement made by a male Islamic Cleric. The news post states

“Many women who do not dress modestly… lead young men astray, corrupting their chastity and spread adultery in society, which (consequently) increases earthquakes,” Hojatoleslam Kazem Sedighi was quoted last week as saying by Iranian media.

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Yes.. Those ARE the two I was looking for…

Sorry, couldn’t help it, there was some “force” affecting me when I made that statement…

If you still don’t get it, well… I can’t help, and I apologize for the use of said language above…

Back to the Story

I am always surprised when a person, religious or not, makes a statement about women and the effects women have on men - different from how women affect men (just to be clear).

Humans have wanted to separate themselves and their “compatriots” into cliques for a very long time. Such separations are to make “us” feel “better” than “them.” It doesn’t matter who “us” and “them” are or whether or not anyone actually is better, but the breakdown of humans into sub-groups continues today.

A woman wears a “skimpy” outfit, and people can imagine what that looks like… Often they are imagining a similar outfit, and they ought to be asking themselves why they have that image associated with that word or phrase.

People think of a “successful man” and often think of a man in a suit and sporting a tie. People think of a “librarian” and an image comes to mind. Why?

Each society has certain similar belief patters, often from religious or social customs. Fashions change because the “new” is “cool” and worn by “that guy” or “that girl” rather than the new “fashion” offering some benefit to the user over the “old” fashion.

We have beliefs that we have due to our parents, our friends, our cliques, our environment, our religion, our society, marketing forces, and other issues we have to deal with as humans. Often, we get “beliefs” because our parents had those beliefs–many times, we haven’t thought why we think that way, we just do…

It is time to start realizing that thinking a girl in a mini-skirt, with thigh-high hose, knee-high boots, and too-tight spaghetti-strap shirt is “loose” or “morally lascivious person” may be wrong. What you are thinking says something about you rather than the person you are looking at while you think those thoughts. You should ask yourself why you have those thoughts and whether those thoughts are generalizations, outright lies, or other baggage that has kept you “prisoner” to your raising (sometimes it is like brainwashing).

Imagine someone coming up to you and yelling, “You are are a stupid (insert your insult here)!” Does the statement, in any way, define you, the person at whom the insult is directed? No. The statement being made says something about the speaker.

Back to Nature

A lion hunts to feed itself and, perhaps, the other lions. The lion does not go out looking for a “hot” meal… (sorry, I’ll try to resist…). If a lion kills a lamb, we don’t blame the lamb for being attractive, for being chased, or for being eaten (sorry, I’m not really trying…). Rather, the lion made a choice on what to kill. The lion may like the taste of lamb, but any lamb would work. The lamb killed was likely sick, injured, or old and not the voluptuous, athletic animal which is better able to evade the lion’s attack.

My Thoughts

Don’t blame the wolf in the sheep’s clothes. The wolf is a wolf and will hunt sheep. It is irrelevant that the religions of the world have problems with the wolf who dresses in a sheep’s clothing (yep, went there again).

Humans will think in sexual terms. We are, after all, animals. We can procreate, or breed as a friend of mine likes to say. Sexual activity feels good because it helps guarantee the continuation of the species.

If you are religious, you have to wonder why God made it feel so good–he could have made it feeling-free. Since it does feel good, you have to admit that God created sexual activity that way for a reason. While it may be to procreate, God may have wanted animals to have a way to get rid of stress. I don’t presume to know all of the reasons, but I can tell you evolution will favor those species that get pleasure from sexual activity. As a matter of fact, I will state that if a certain group of humans got MORE pleasure form sex than others, those populations would tend to grow faster than the others… How is that for behavioral biology? I guess most everyone can grasp that concept…

Summary

Don’t blame women for a man’s activity. Rather, blame the man for not being able to control his emotions and desires. The woman had no way of forcing the man to do anything. Rather, the man chose to act.

This is like arresting prostitutes to stop the desire some men have for sexual activity… It just isn’t going to work folks.

Perhaps the religious community should look to the force for help. If they find the force, they could once again get men to state…

Those aren’t the droids we are looking for…

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A Health Care Story…

Critical Thinking, Definitions, Empathy, Government, Humor, Poetry, Politics, Social Issues

Lots of sites have “talked” about how a for-profit system is a disaster…

I have someone who has submitted to me information and enough proof to justify me posting this…

Mr. Happy has private health insurance through Blue Cross Blue Shield of North Carolina.  He has a chronic disease (diabetes), has had a son born three months premature, and has had his wife undergo surgery.  He has been to the emergency room over 12 times in the past 7 years, and he is…..

Happy with his health care coverage.

He is not broke or in bankruptcy.  Perhaps it is BCBS’s plan that he participates in is so much better than those plans everyone else participates in, but should we, the people, demand that he get the same care we do–perhaps his employer is willing to accept those costs.

You want my suggestion?

Ask your congress person why they don’t propose to cover every USA citizen with the same health plan offered to USA federal employees–you know, the health care options the congress members get to choose to cover their health care needs.

Congress could just as easily pass a new law giving every USA citizen the same health care they enjoy…

Remember, Congress will keep their current plan and not be required to participate in the new proposed health care system.

Why don’t they provide everyone with what they provide themselves? Oh, you don’t know what options they have? See the governments web-site

I dare you to call and ask…

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Sites you like…

Poetry

I occasionally like well-written prose,
so an on-line search I conduct to see what I can find.
Lots of poems and images–Oh my, that pose!
Domains, Quatrains, Pictures, and Poems whirl through my mind.

The Digital Cuttlefish is a wonderful site I found.
Full of poems quite deep and profound.
A teacher or professor, a grammar hound,
writes quite well and keeps dogs like me in the pound.

Go buy her book of poems immediately
so she can continue to use her fingers to type.
For the world would be a place quite lonely
if the only use for paper was tripe…

The cuttlefish actually made me write a poem of my own…  You see, upon a date many moons ago, I was described as an octopus.  Beware those thoughts…  You see, the young lady thought she was fighting 8 hands–Her actions spoke well of her defense against the onslaught, I might add..  That, however, is another story…

So, I wrote…

Cuttle with me, my fish…

I see in a poem something…
Part of what I want from you.
My lady, my lover, my everything.
Your love, your desire, I woo

The poem, about a cuttlefish,
Made me think of you and wish.
Not of hiding or staying out of view
but of a cuttle or two—just from you.

Secrets we keep—even if but one or two.
Little problems are peanuts we flush down the loo.
Denticulated suckers, of love and desire,
bind us willingly to each other—with fire.

To the future I gaze hoping to see
Love and Support for you and for me.
Hand in hand and heart in heart we tread
Happy in love, and bliss in our bed.

A journey together we take—in rapture . . . and sin
Each giving willingly so that we both may win
I wish not for you to feel bound–tied by unsought bands
But bound to love and support of an intelligent me. . . with 8 hands.

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University of the South, writers, and Mom…

Humor, Poetry

The Swanee flows like a cantor,
through sound and channel, percolating.
Written by Foster and fostered by Winter,
the Suwanee flows, echoing…

Words form, are written, and then spoken at Sewanee,
streaming through journals and reviews.
My mother is attending to speak to thee,
To you who should bow, low, in the pews…

Go get them Mom!

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Poetry… Sometimes it is bad…

Poetry

Who? Me?

Like honey, I find you
warm, sticky, and sweet.
Stuck on me, you woo
with words, deeds, and heat.

Your smile grins, eyes glow.
Your hug pulls me in.
Eyes, leading me in tow,
my heart, you win.

Your touch, a desire.
Me - Teased within.
You - Lighting a fire.
Or is it me, from within?

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Poem for my sons

Poetry

Finger’s Smile

Being happy is a choice I make
not a choice made for me.
A choice I make when I awake.
From others it sets me free.

I keep a smile upon my face
because I choose to wear it.
I don’t let others or their pace
remove it or confuse it.

My smile is mine, and a zinger
I’m happy to share with you,
placed on my face by my father’s finger
To stop me from feeling blue.

I find it worthwhile to create a smile
whether it be on me or you.
Created with honesty or beguile
It makes for a better view.

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