Shauna Simpson Shinn I love you, you love me but think I’m a whore and I’m ok with that, Eric and Sara like naked people too and I love them and they love me. All our kids love us. Do you SEE all the love around here?? It’s great. Besides, that one girl in the pic had great boobs. Huh, huh? That’s gotta put a little pep in your step 🙂
Eric Hey Jesse, if you have to tell people you’re a tough guy, you probably aren’t. I live in ****, OH. Look me up when you get to town. Of course, that means you’ll need to be able to read road signs, and map directions. Your prospects of doing that successfully seem dubious (dubious means doubtful).
All I know about you is that you’re practically illiterate and willing to call people a whore for some fairly tame pictures posted to their own wall, not yours. Who are these imaginary kids she’s corrupting with those images anyway? Sounds to me like you’re a large’ish asshole who hates his own life so much that he spends most of his time sitting around drinking, feasting on the regrets of his mis-spent youth, and trying to drag others down into the shit spittoon he calls a life.
Like I said, look me up when you get to town and I’ll be happy to test your mettle. (Mettle in this case means personal strength and willingness to back up the blank check your mouth just wrote).
Shauna Simpson Shinn Eric you meant to say you love everyone right? Right. Uncle Jesse is my good friend’s Uncle. He’s a war hero and he lives in Texas. Different world. He’s usually a very nice man he just doesn’t like boobies I’m guessing. P.S. Is it wrong I think the word mettle is sexy? Is that adding fuel to the fire?
Shauna Simpson Shinn You can’t be mad at an entire culture of people that believes things like that. I just hope some of them open their minds a little more to love and kindness. Holy fuck we have SO much hate and judging in this world. It’s a BODY. He has one, you have one, I have one. To be appalled at it in an artistic photo means what for our society? That this is a worse thing than war, crime, hate and bullying? I think it’s beautiful. In my opinion only.
Eric I think he’s just an old fart who doesn’t understand how FB works. He seems to think that any kid can see your profile and that’s what he took exception with….but his opening position was calling you a whore, and that just seems..I dunno, asinine? Maybe that’s too polite a word for it.
The human body is beautiful. Our bodies are what give us confidence and pride and also what can give us shame and self consciousness. This is your body, you will only ever get one. Accept it.
I’m getting really distraught lately.
Over the state of the world we live in. I really don’t even watch as much news as I should. I’m busy with kids and I only catch a small portion of what’s going on. But what I do see, chills me to the bone. * I will be sampling various quotes to use the media to expand on my thoughts.*
Now I’m going to take into account that a lot of the media I see is American, as the Canadian media is pretty much non-existent to those who don’t have the time to go search it out. And we all know that American media is fear-based. They want you to be afraid of what they are saying.
“Fear-based news stories prey on the anxieties we all have and then hold us hostage. Being glued to the television, reading the paper or surfing the Internet increases ratings and market shares – but it also raises the probability of depression relapse. In previous decades, the journalistic mission was to report the news as it actually happened, with fairness, balance, and integrity. However, capitalistic motives associated with journalism have forced much of today’s television news to look to the spectacular, the stirring, and the controversial as news stories. It’s no longer a race to break the story first or get the facts right. Instead, it’s to acquire good ratings in order to get advertisers, so that profits soar.” -Deborah Serani, Psy.D.
But that’s not the core of why I’m afraid. It’s the global culture of hate and separatism that seems to be consuming the general populace. We focus on the U.S.A but that is because they are the epicentre of media and that’s what we see. In truth, it’s everywhere.
“Hate comes from, or is closely associated with, anger; hate gives its bearer a high, and an interminable yearning for more. Hate feeds on itself; it grows on the hater and embraces and engulfs the person into total surrender, so that a person becomes one with it. Hate is like adrenaline: Once it starts flowing, it is hard to stop. It keeps the misanthropes going, and they do not want it to stop. Hate makes the hater feel invincible, vindicated, justified.
And hate begets hate. Hate hardly ceases to enlarge itself. Hate is contagious.” – Pornpimol Karnchanalak
You hear these stories about rape and murder. Corruption in government. Rights taken away. Suicide. Bullying. War. Genocide. Different degrees of hate and disgusting behaviour. This is our world. And I have two small boys to raise in it.
“The world will know peace when it is able to pull itself out of the dark ages, when all religion is dead and all minds are open.” -Ben Haggerty
I want to consider myself and my sons to be global citizens. To contribute to society. To help make this world a better place. But at this point, what can we do? Can we stop the killing and poverty and abuse and racism? Now that’s not to say I’m naïve enough to believe that these things haven’t been around in some incarnation as long as humanity itself. But is it just the magnification of the media or is it so much worse than it used to be? Are isolated tales of good and kindness enough to combat the sorrow our society is based on?
“It starts with you my good man. We as a society have lost our voice of compassion or rather it has been drowned out by fear and selfishness. Some of us like you and me are at the awareness stage. We realize that there is a problem. The next thing to realize is that you can’t help a single person if you first don’t help yourself. Becoming aware is not enough. You have to act on that awareness. Show compassion and selflessness to the people around you and expect nothing in return. It’s a hard thing to do, not judge your neighbor, but once you’ve gotten control of yourself you have a better influence on the people around you. I see the norm of today being service to self, so I say to you and anybody else that has the question, the place to start is with you. How you interact with the people around you spreads like wildfire. Be the change you want to see in the world and you will see people come out of the “woodworks” so to speak.” -William Bruno
Ok. So be the change. I’ve heard it before and I believe it to be true. But what about the rest of the world? I don’t want to wait for everyone else to understand. It hurts me to see so much pain around me. I want to shake everyone with hate in their heart and tell them to open their eyes and see what they are doing. See what they are destroying. I can live with it but I don’t want my children to have to.
I also believe, that it is part of the human being’s intrinsic nature, to hate. When someone hurts me, I feel it. When someone hurts someone I love, I feel it. An uncontrolled anger that wants to hurt and punish and cause chaos. When I was in second grade, I tore a schoolmates art poster because I wanted to. And I didn’t feel badly. It’s ingrained from the moment we are born. Your circumstanced and upbringing either foster or filter this emotion. But it’s always there.
“Professor Semir Zeki and John Romaya of the Wellcome Laboratory of Neurobiology at UCL, examined the brain areas that correlate with the sentiment of hate and shows that the ‘hate circuit’ is distinct from those related to emotions such as fear, threat and danger – although it shares a part of the brain associated with aggression. The circuit is also quite distinct from that associated with romantic love, though it shares at least two common structures with it.
The results are an extension of previous studies on the brain mechanisms of romantic and maternal love from the same laboratory. Explaining the idea behind the research, Professor Zeki said: “Hate is often considered to be an evil passion that should, in a better world, be tamed, controlled, and eradicated. Yet to the biologist, hate is a passion that is of equal interest to love. Like love, it is often seemingly irrational and can lead individuals to heroic and evil deeds. How can two opposite sentiments lead to the same behaviour?“” – University College London
So for me, this is what I’m doing. Every time I feel hatred welling up inside of me, I walk away. I, at great personal sacrifice, discard the pleasure my brain believes I’ll reap from revenge or nasty comments or meanness of any sort. This is what I will do now. I’ve had 27 years of slip ups and the odd hateful outburst. But with the state of this world, we can’t afford one more slip up. I can’t stop the feeling from happening, but I can stop myself from doing anything about it. This won’t change the state of the governments, end hunger, stop violence, encourage education versus ignorance. But it means that I, personally, am not contributing to it. So I can tell my sons that I tried to live in the world how I wish it were. Maybe I didn’t only put love out there for my entire life but I can tell them that it reached a point where I realized, I’m accountable for everything I put out into the world and deserving of everything I get back. I can only hope they live this way too.
“Human life is a truly beautiful and amazing gift, and along with the opportunity to inhabit these bodies and this planet comes a great responsibility. Humankind was given the capacity for unlimited mental processes, and as a result, we are custodians of this planet, and responsible for the advancement and evolution of our species. In order for humanity to evolve to the next level necessary to create a more peaceful and unified society, each individual must tap into their core of potential and achieve a level of self-realization and improvement, which is the ultimate key to creating a better world.” –Mark Matus
All I can do is continue to try and push love through every open mind and every pair of ears that will listen. I encourage you to be kind. I encourage you to look at the negative and hate-filled things you will encounter everyday and if you cannot stop it from happening, walk away. Being a part of hate is the same as being the beginning of it.
I encourage you to change your own definition of humanity.
He came to us having fought many battles.
Not illustrious as most of our warriors, but strong hearted.
He stayed to himself mostly at first, fighting beside us but sleeping and dining alone.
As our numbers grew, we needed to explore farther in the world.
And we needed volunteers that would represent us well to the other tribes and guilds.
Fierce warriors and competent healers. Battle leaders without fear.
This newest member to our guild stood before our Empress and bowed in a symbol that he too would join us in our travels.
She had doubts as did we all. He was not strong enough, we thought.
Our Empress had him stand and questioned him,
She asked, “This journey is not for the faint of heart. There will be death and evil following at your heels.”
She continued, “Perilous terrain and ancient magic… why do you stand before me? You wish to die?”
He spoke, ” If I die, I die for you, in your name.”
She laughed, shortly, “You die in MY name? What am I to you? You have not been here long, what loyalty could you have for us?”
He bowed again, ” I do not possess many titles or have as glorious achievements as your other warriors. But I have a sword that I have blessed with the blood of my ancestors and my loyalty, when given, is to THE DEATH. I came here from across the land and sea because I heard your call. I have seen many leaders and many that command more bloodthirsty guilds, but your kindness and heart has gathered the most noble and honorable fighters in all of this world. They have laid down their lives for you and so must I. It is my destiny and you cannot convince me otherwise.”
Kneeling down so she was eye to eye with the warrior, she spoke very slowly and deliberately, “What is your name, warrior?”
“I am the Silencer of Death, and I am now yours.”
“Death Silencer, go with our men and women to the lands of the Queen of the South, the Jungle lands. Defeat her and end her reign. Prove to me there that you love me as you say. Bring all of my people home safely and you will get your titles and my love in return.”
We travelled south with the Silencer of Death across mountains dry as deserts for weeks upon weeks.
We came upon the gates of the Queen of the South.
Our Battle Leader cried out for us to harness our bravery for the honor of the Empress.
“Magic is here my friends, be wary.”
Our group trekked through the gates and the air became unbearably humid.
We drew our weapons and our healers gathered their potions.
Through the jungle, killing unnatural and aggressive creatures that followed us and hid among the trees.
Traps set by the Queen’s spies were detected by the mystics that travelled with us.
We reached the Queen’s throne upon which she sat, arrogant and tempting, with seemingly no defense.
Our Battle Leader spoke to her,
“We have come to defeat you and end your reign of night and death, in the name of—“
“I KNOW for whom you fight,” she snarled.
She stood. We trembled in her glory and beauty.
“She has tried to take my best warriors! For a ‘better’ purpose they told me…… but If they cannot be loyal to me, they will be loyal to no one!”
She waved her arm to her side and the trees parted slightly to reveal a gruesome sight. Men and women garbed in full battle gear, their bodies twisted and deformed. Dead.
“Try your very best, peasants. For I will kill you all in MY NAME.” She let forth a bloodthirsty scream.
Our Battle Leader, hardened by war, had no fear of this lady of dark magic.
He let loose the warrior’s battle cry which strengthened us all.
And we advanced.
As we did we saw dark creatures with no faces crawl out from behind the Queen’s throne and double in size before our very eyes. Sharp teeth and hands with a mystical glow.
Our best warriors ran towards the creatures and dodged attacks of magic and of their sharp ripping claws. They used their sheer will and determination to cut these creatures down. We used our shields to protect our healers who were chanting to keep us alive.
As our strongest group bettered the last of the dark creatures and approached the Queen once again, they were lifted up in a gust of mighty wind, turning them and twisting them in pain. They screamed out.
Our healers stood and used their magic to no avail.
The Queen laughed.
The rest of the Warriors ran past our brothers and sisters writhing in agony in the air, to stop the evil Queen’s spell. Only to be thrown backwards.
We faced certain defeat.
The Death Silencer stood back and had not tried to attack once.
The Battle Leader yelled down towards him, in a tortured voice, “You owe the Empress your life. FIGHT, at least try to fight. We need every…..last…soul….”
“I know.” He spoke softly.
He drew open his cloak and we could see his hands and arms trembling and from his fingertips there was a magic light. Slowly he held his arms out pointing this light at the Queen.
“What is THIS?” she shrieked.
He let out almost a disappointed sigh and turned his hands towards the warriors, near-death still twisting and turning in air.
Our remaining warriors screamed at him to stop. Our Battle Leader closed his eyes to accept the death from this traitor.
“What? Oh this is grand! You are going to kill your own? Oh this is grand indeed.” She spun around laughing in glee.
She spoke to the Death Silencer, “Let me help you.”
With an evil smile she cancelled her spell and our warriors dropped to the ground harshly. Most too weak to even lift their heads.
“At your will, kind sir.” The Queen of the South presented our fallen men and women as an easy target for this man with magic he had kept hidden from us all.
He took a deep breath and let loose his magic on our people. And as his light surrounded them and they let out moans and the Queen continued to laugh, a most peculiar thing happened.
The leaves from the trees surrounding us began to fall. They turned a brilliant green and fell. When they reached a fallen warrior, that warrior was overcome with a warm feeling of well-being and health.
Our strongest warriors began to rise.
“Deception! You, you are a HEALER??” The Queen raised her arms and the sky darkened.
She threw a gust of blisteringly hot air to rip through us all. We would be boiled alive.
But when her spell reached the front of our peoples it simply ran over and around us.
We were unharmed.
A great scream rose up from behind us.
The Death Silencer was on his knees, hands outstretched, holding onto some sort of protection spell that was shielding us all. But it was causing him agony.
Seeing this, our Battle Leader, now at full strength let loose his battle cry once more.
We rushed forth in an onslaught and as easy as any mortal, we slay the Queen.
In a great celebratory spirit we turned to see the Death Silencer lying on the cold ground, unconscious.
“We must get him back to the Empress. He saved us all.”
And so we travelled in half the time it had taken to arrive, back home.
We were greeted with a great Victory Celebration.
The Death Silencer, who had not regained consciousness still, was laid before the Empress.
“Leave us please.” The Empress walked to his side.
The Empress, herself possessing great magic, lay her hand on the chest of The Death Silencer. And his eyes opened.
“I am not a great healer like you are, so I cannot return you to full health. Only time and the help of our healers will do this.” She placed her other hand upon his brow.
“I am so very sorry Empress,” he whispered.
“Sorry? For saving all of our people and returning them home? Yes I could see why you would be sorry, ” she teased.
He let out a weak laugh. “No. I wanted to be a warrior for you. To fight your battles. I’m not a healer….”
“But you are.” Her voice softened. “You know the only people that come when I call? People with greatness inside them. With good. You are a competent warrior but not a great one. There is no shame in that. You have a great power that saved us all. I am proud of you. And I thank you.”
She walked away from him, “I must leave you now. I have arranged for our best healers to help you and for a celebration in your honor. You have your title which we will talk about when you are stronger and, Silencer of Death, you have my love.”
When the Death Silencer was once again strong he was instated to the High Council of the Empress. The only people who held posts here were the most trusted and beloved members of the guild.
He gradually gained more control over his powers of healing and became the personal healer of the Empress. He fought in every major battle for the rest of the guild’s history.
When the guild was disbanded, he was made to move on and could not stay with the Empress. But even to this day, he loves her still.
Where the hell are you? I mean granted I’ve gone years without pushing the issue but tonight I’m on a rampage and I’m pissed off that such a public figure just… disappears! And Twitter doesn’t count.
Shane Powers had this blog that made my day, every day. He was angry, smart, sensitive in an assholish way…. and the only blog I’ve EVER cared about. He put his real opinion out there, couldn’t care less what people thought and he did it in a really entertaining yet intelligent way.
And now? Where are you Shane Powers? I googled your photo to try and get one of those grainy black and white pics of you looking like you were on the last day of a ten day bender with a cigarette hanging out of your mouth and NOT ONE PIC. Except from when you were on Survivor and try to imagine how little I care about that.
I’ll find you Shane Powers, I need you to be what you were, not some shitty Twitter, Kardashian following nerd. Come back NOW.
Macklemore is mine. No I’m not a crazed fan. You probably took that in the way some crazy twelve year old Bieber fan would say it. But no, I mean…. Macklemore is mine.
Very rarely some type of artist, musical or not comes into my life and becomes a person in my life to the point where I feel as if I know him or her. Long before MTV did or ITunes did, I knew about a hip hop artist named Macklemore. I fell sleep to his music, drove to his music, worked to his music and cried to his music. And now that he’s hit the big time, it’s the same feeling I get with my kids when they hit a milestone. He’s like family and I’m so proud. But the selfish girl in me is looking around saying, ummm helllllo, didn’t you know I liked him first, he’s MY family?
It’s all sounding like some neo-Misery plot but it’s authentic. It touches my soul when he raps. And I want him to be able to escape every pit fall that is presented to those shot into stardom. He unlike many others, has worked his tail off for it. Struggled with sobriety. Kept his friends close. Treats his women good. Tells complete strangers his heart and his humor. He’s you and he’s me.
But don’t forget he’s also mine.
My selfish mind doesn’t believe he touches anyone else’s heart or mind. But a step as a human is…. go download it, go listen to it. You’re welcome.
Now I’m not talking about why Facebook was invented, we all saw The Social Network. I’m not talking about it becoming a public company, its advertising or apps or anything like that. I’m talking about the idea we have of Facebook, how we would want it to work in theory.
It strikes me as I sit here having just made a status post that I thought was mildly interesting that I care way more than I probably should about receiving “likes” or comments on said post.
I went to a party recently and a friend said, “I love your Facebook posts!” Really? Well I’m flattered but really? I post from the boring, “I just made a sandwich”, to the political, “Rabble rabble rabble… to the personal, “My husband is a dick…” Well no, they are more eloquent than that most of the time but still, why would anyone LOVE them? I know. Because I put my whole life out there to be picked apart. And people are shocked sometimes. I have 90’s Howard Stern moments.
But the reason I post and share and participate in the phenomena that is the giant of our lives, Facebook (bow in awe), is for a deeper and more profound meaning. I want to be loved. I want this space where I’m surrounded by people who I know and cherish and that care about me. Actually truly care. So there is this cyber place where I can word vomit to 500 of my “friends” and they are all going to care right? I’m going to put personal sometimes the most vulnerable information on Facebook and every single one of them is going to care and love me anyways. Right?
We are now this culture of sharing every single moment in our lives. Facebook, Youtube, Intagram, the now defunct MySpace…. because we want the world to see our unique selves for everything we are and love us. It’s a valid theory. Given the strength and bravery of sitting behind a computer screen we can be honest or maybe skew the truth in our favour and then we can sit back and watch the masses rally around us in this show of support and solidarity and awe that we are so unique and they never knew! Wow!
But in truth…. human nature comes out. And human nature is a bipolar and scary thing. As much or maybe more than we are capable of acceptance and understanding we too are capable of hateful hateful things. As the computer or smart phone or tablet gives us the bravery to bare our soul it also allows us to release our demons on poor unsuspecting souls that just wanted you to like them. They didn’t want the judgement or the hate or the indifference. They never knew that’s what they might get.
Now, I have had mainly positive times on Facebook. Some relationships have gotten closer and it gives me this sense (maybe falsely so) that I’m hanging on to those co-workers or family members or school mates that I used to be friendly with. But that theory that my page will be this meeting place of all this positive love for me….. well THAT never quite happened. I get as much flack for my posts as I do praise. But you know what? I’m me on there as I am on here, perhaps skewed in moments of weakness but for the most part…. you get me.
But here is the fatal fatal flaw with The Facebook Theory. You could have the largest, most close knit group of friends on this social media site. They love every pic you post, only kind and supportive words for you. But at the end of the day you find absolutely no solace in their good will because you wish it was at your front door instead of your newsfeed.