Aspie with Attitude

Sure, I'm just another Southern Recovering Alcoholic NPR- and Sweet-Tea Addicted Comic Mom with Asperger's in the SFV, but I can tell you now that I don't necessarily fit the stereotype.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Totalitarian Times

Save the Plastic Bags!

I was in line at Trader Joe's last night, salivating and almost reaching an orgasm (almost) because they have plastic bags. For those of you who are still mourning the loss of plastic bags at Whole Foods, as I am, you can still get them at Trader Joe's, for a while anyway. The guy who checked us out said that Trader Joe's would soon be doing the same. Sigh. This supposedly green sky-is-falling action from Whole Foods has made us have to start buying the big old plastic garbage bags to use in our various trash cans around the house. Thus, our trips to Whole Foods are now less economical: We now have to buy bags instead of getting them "free" with our groceries. Whole Foods was on to this ruse and offered plastic bags by the 500-bag box for sale, of course. I'm not saying that we shouldn't get rid of plastic bags or that they're not nasty to the environment, but if they're so terrible, let us find alternatives. Nonetheless, the guy who checked us out seemed okay with what he'd just heard: The U.S. government is planning a ban on plastic bags by 2010. That the U.S. government would ban anything seems ridiculous to me. But then again, the government is ridiculous these days anyway. I felt a shiver of totalitarianism come over me, especially considering that the guy who told us this news didn't seem to mind that the U.S. government is doing such a ridiculous thing. Look, I recycle and I try to reduce waste, but I don't need a government to tell me to do it.

I thought that this Trader Joe's hearsay might be exactly that, but then I read in this morning's Los Angeles Times that L.A. County is phasing in a ban on plastic bags. Beautiful. The totalitarianism continues. I love this guy's rebuttal, though.

North Carolina Uses Taxpayer Money Wisely--Again!

I'm almost ashamed to tell people I'm from North Carolina. Anymore, that is. You can't buy raw cow's milk there and you can't buy pot legally. But really, is this kind of thing necessary? A guy is busted for growing pot on his back porch? Who are these sheriff's deputies who get off on taking away people's private property? Arghhhh! Evidently, the government school brainwashing is working. Or these sheriff's departments are getting LOTS of federal money for nosing into people's private property. And the real bitch of it all? Nobody seems to be complaining.

As much as I miss my friends and family, I really don't know that I want to live in such a state. On the other hand, we returned from North Carolina to find that California has banned cell phone use while driving, unless you've got a hands-free device. Bluetooth dealers are in heaven. This ridiculous law gives the police one more reason to stop you, but it doesn't help at all with crazy drivers.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Why Do People Still Fly?

The boys and I recently returned from a trip to North Carolina. No TSA agent felt us up, we could take anything we wanted without fear that someone would search us, and we didn't have to worry that something we said may set off a TSA agent, those people who often find it hard to find a job elsewhere. We haven't flown in over two years and we have no plans to do so. When we drove to North Carolina last September, we were in a hotel and I saw on the news that TSA agents had killed a mom of three. Needless to say, I was glad that we were driving. Nonetheless, people still acquiesce to the TSA and pay for the privilege of doing so. I don't know why. The government is bankrupting the airlines, giving flyers no choice but to fly in an atmosphere that Nazi Germany only dreamed of. People are lining up to be searched. It's no secret that the TSA agents are doing lots of things that they shouldn't, including feeling people up. It's strange even that there is no freedom of speech in line to board an airplane. Jokes are equated to bombs in that they are not tolerated. Make no mistake: This kind of thing isn't about stopping any supposed terrorists. It's about controlling the herds and seeing what we will put up with. I've reached my saturation point. I hope that others will soon reach theirs. Here's an excerpt from the article to which I linked:

For arguing with a TSA agent, Robin Kassner wound up being slammed to the floor. She's filed a lawsuit.

"I kept begging them over and over again get off of me ... and they wouldn't stop," Kassner said.

And it wasn't enough for another woman to show TSA agents nipple rings that set off a metal detector. The agents forced her to take them out.

Mandi Hamlin said, "I had to get pliers and pull it apart."

In Chicago, people like Robert Perry are subjected to exhaustive security checks. He was patted down, his wheel chair was examined and his hands were swabbed, all in public view in a see-through room at the security checkpoint. Perry, 71, is not alone

"It's humiliation," Perry said.

Perry was also taken to a see-through room by a TSA agent when his artificial knee set off the metal detector.


'nuff said.

Friday, July 4, 2008

So, What About Jesse Helms?

It being Fourth of July and everything, I figured I'd write something about freedom and then I looked at the computer and noticed that Jesse Helms had died. He was 86. You can read more about it in the Raleigh News and Disturber story. I know that a lot of people had qualms with Senator Helms, a.k.a. Senator No, but I admire the way that he stood up for what he believed, seemingly regardless of what other people said or thought. That kind of integrity, whether or not I agree with what he said, is sorely needed in today's world:

Helms became known as “Senator No” for his constant battles against everything from increased government spending to civil rights legislation to communism to the National Endowment for the Arts. Helms was even willing to wage war against fellow Republicans if he felt they were straying from the conservative agenda, particularly in the area of foreign policy.

I wouldn't exactly call him a Ron Paul, but I can't help but like somebody who's against funding the National Endowment for the Arts. Even when I was a graduate student in poetry and all my liberal poetry friends prayed for government money so that they could write poems against, well, the government, I was never one to want the government to fund anything. My solution to the problem was to find a job so that I could support my poetry writing; I did find this job, by the way.

Nonetheless, I am disappointed, but not surprised, to learn that Helms and his wife fell prey to the adoption industry, falling for the rhetoric of the same agency that took me from my mom and gave me to strangers. Turns out, they adopted a nine-year-old boy who wanted "a mom and dad." The child, of course, already had a mom and dad, as we all do. That child, who became a male adoptee of the Helms family, had been brainwashed by the adoption industry, who'd told him that he didn't have a mother and father, a bold-faced lie, and who'd told him to look pretty so that maybe someone could would want to be his mother and father. The little guy who'd been lied to said that he wanted "a mom and dad" in a newspaper article, the Helms family saw the article, and called Greensboro. There's nothing wrong with taking in someone else's child, but you're not ever going to be that child's parents, no matter what legal documents or adoption propagandists say. Knowing how this particular adoption agency lied to my own mom, and to the people who adopted me, I can't help but wonder how they lied to the parents of the adoptee that Jesse Helms and his wife raised. As with Bill Friday, President of the UNC system, Jesse Helms probably thanked the evil Children's Home Society (CHS) of North Carolina profusely by paying them lots of money over the years. Today, CHS has a $4 million budget. Do you think that with this kind of budget, recruitment of mothers to give their children away is going to end anytime soon?

Nonetheless, Jesse's adoptee was nine years old and probably remembered his real parents. Somehow that's not as bad as infants who are taken near birth, as I was, and given a new identity and told all their lives that the strangers who took them are their "parents." Still, I was disappointed to hear about this whole adoption thing with Jesse Helms and even more disappointed that almost every article mentions this adoptee as Helms' "son," which he is not. Once again, it's not that the Helms family took this boy in that bothers me; I admire that part. It's that they pretended that he didn't have parents and that they were his parents--that's the part that I have problems with regarding adoption.

May the unrest that Senator Helms experienced during his life now cease and may his soul rest in peace.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

When Victims Collide

I do plan to talk about the adoption thing more, but first, I simply must pass this story along. Here's a quote that pretty much explains the victimhood of all parties involved:

Aaron Ferguson says in papers filed in Manhattan's state Supreme Court that he has suffered from anorexia for about six years. He says his supervisor repeatedly exhibited "hostile behavior" and made "vile," discriminatory and hurtful comments.

The comments included, "Anorexics are sick in the head," and, "Anorexics should not be able to work," his court papers say.

Ferguson's lawyer, William H. Kaiser, said Thursday, "The things that were said in front of my client were hurtful, and once they knew he had a problem with it they should have stopped."


I feel like kicking all these folks in the back part of their anatomy, no matter how skinny or fat. It scares me that people in the workforce are so very insecure that they cower at the first supposedly harmful comment. If people are being mean to you, here's a novel idea: Find a new f'in' job! Look, it's the same things with people who claim sexual harrassment. There are lots of jobs out there, especially for good workers of all stripes. But it's so much easier to stay the victim, isn't it? Ask the feminists.