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.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Just Say No to the National Biometric ID Card!

Within a week of Mr. Thinking Mama's and my having to pay a humongous federal income tax bill because of his successful self-employment this past year, I shouldn't be surprised that the elites who run the government have come up with a new way to treat us like chattel. After all they extract money from us; why shouldn't they also try to control how we make that money? In many ways, they already do; I remember when employers were forced to start the ridiculous required showing of social security card and other i.d. in order, simply, to be employed. According to this article by John W. Whitehead, however, things can get worse. Much worse. The REAL ID concept has frightened me for years; however, Internet awareness caused citizens to raise quite the uproar against the bill authorizing it and many states protested, as I hope will also happen with Emperor O's magical-health-care-for-all. Congressional timewasters have found a new way, however, to monitor our every move. And this particular bill has bipartisan support, showing that, indeed, congress critters are united in their desire to take us to new socialistic heights. Of course, the mere mention of this country's lengthy but sure descent into socialism makes me a "moron" to the supposedly enlightened and progressive "left," otherwise intelligent people who can't quite seem to make an intelligent argument against the idea that Emperor O's magical-health-care-for-all plan. When one fails to make a cohesive argument, it is always a good idea, evidently, to resort to the same thing that my 5-, 7-, and 9-year-old too often attempt: Call the opposition a bad name. Nonetheless, all will suffer if this bill is passed:

A centerpiece of the immigration bill as proposed by Senators Charles Schumer (D-NY) and Lindsey Graham (R-SC) is a requirement that all U.S. workers, citizen and resident alike, be required to obtain and carry biometric Social Security cards (national ID cards under a different name) in order to work within the United States. Attempting to appease critics of a national ID card, Schumer and Graham insist that "no government database would house everyone’s information" and that the "cards would not contain any private information, medical information, or tracking devices." However, those claims are blatantly false. Indeed, this proposed biometric card is nothing more than an end-run around opposition to a national ID card.

When I was growing up, not so long ago, I heard preachers talk about a "mark of the beast," although I don't often hear about it in today's government-sponsored churches. Yes, it seems like something of sci-fi novels and the wet dream of Big Brother come true, but however fictional it may seem, the reality is that it's the elite's way of controlling the chattel:

The time to resist is now. If we don’t, eventually, we will all have to possess one of these cards in order to be a functioning citizen in American society. Failing to have a biometric card will render you a non-person for all intents and purposes. Your whole life will depend on this card – your ability to work, travel, buy, sell, access health care, and so on.

What we used to call science fiction is now reality. And whether a national ID card is the mark of the Beast or the long arm of Big Brother, the outcome remains the same.

Or, you could be like my otherwise intelligent father-in-law. We were having a telephone conversation the other day and the subject came up of the TSA's pornographic X-rays of those who choose to fly these days. Mr. Thinking Mama's father assured me that this invasive step was necessary to stop the evil terrorists that anxiously await the opportunity to create a new 9-11. He also told me that the government is just trying to protect us. Ah, and I had so much respect for him. Evidently, his many years of working in mainstream media has brought him fully in line with what the elite would like for him to believe. However, I'm teaching his grandchildren the truth.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Adoptress Seeks Refund

Recently, someone I have known since elementary school found me on Facebook. When she added me, I looked on her Facebook page, found her phone number, and gave her a call. It was great talking with her, and I don't think I'd talked with her since graduation. One of the first things that she mentioned on the phone, however, was that she remembered my telling her that I am adopted. I'd forgotten I told her, but that's not so unusual; I've probably suppressed a lot of memories regarding adoption. She told me that she'd never heard of anyone who was adopted and that she went home and asked her mother all kinds of questions. True, those of us who are adoptees are kind of hatched rather than born, or so it seems to us, especially prior to finding our natural families. Hearing about the day of my birth from my mother, after being thought of as being hatched for so very long, was a true miracle. I'm so very thankful that I found my parents, even though my mother and I no longer speak to each other. Finding my natural parents has been a huge blessing, despite the hardships of trying to get to know family members that I didn't grow up with. There's no doubt that I have harbored a bit of anger about being taken from my mother, deprived of breastfeeding, and given to strangers. Fortunately, I'm learning to deal with that anger, release it, and move on with my life.

Look at the comments on this blog, however, and you'll find some in which adopters accuse me of all kinds of things, including needing therapy. It's really difficult for many, although not all, adopters to come to terms with the fact that a) they may act in a parental role, but they are not their adoptee's real parents; and b) adoption is not going to solve the child's huge problem of being separated from his or her parents. Therefore, many adopters believe that they are actually helping a child by taking the child away from his or her extended family and country and bringing said child to the overstimulated Western world, where the child can have everything that his or her family has always dreamed of, except, of course, for the family that God and nature gave the child. Sometimes, adoption fantasies grow so large that adopters believe they can actually have the child of their dreams. As those of us who are fortunate enough to be natural parents know, sometimes our children are nightmares. When this kind of thing happens to me, I may want to be mad at my child, but when all is said and done, that child is often merely a little mirror of his dad or of me or of someone in our families. Oh, how it really hurts to see so much of myself in my children sometimes! Adopters, being genetic strangers to their adoptees, must often feel as though they are trying to do the impossible: Make someone who doesn't belong in their family belong in their family. Sometimes, this arrangement works just fine and everybody's more or less happy, at least on the surface. I grew up pretty much that way. Deep inside, however, many of us adoptees, no matter how successful and wonderful we may look on the outside, suffer an almost intolerable pain on the inside. To me, it's fascinating when a young adoptee, cutting through all his or her pain, can vent that pain. Like so many others, I hid a lot of my pain and internalized it, sabotaging mainly myself. Boys, however, are often a bit more sensitive, interestingly enough, about this pain and will sometimes act out, as this little guy did. In no way am I condoning his behavior, but let's face it: His adoptress took him away from his family and his native land and expected him to be grateful, no doubt, for the opportunity to be raised in the greatest empire-building country in the world.

He wasn't much for it:

The grandmother of an adopted boy who was sent back to Russia alone on an airplane says the child was violent and angry with his mother in the U.S.

Nancy Hansen told The Associated Press on Friday from her home in Shelbyville, Tenn., that she put the child on a plane to Russia with a note from her daughter. She says the family paid a man $200 to pick the boy up at the airport and take him to the Russian Education and Science Ministry.

Hansen says the boy, known as Justin to his adoptive family, was sent back to the ministry because the family thought officials there could take care of him. She says it wasn't child abandonment because a stewardess was watching the boy on the flight and a reputable person picked him up in Russia.

Again, I'm not at all condoning his behavior, but at least he can use for his excuse the fact that he's a little boy. The adoptress did something I can't imagine doing to any child: She stuck a scared little boy on a plane alone and sent him back to Russia. It appears as though he wasn't the child she'd hoped he would be. I guess the whole forever family thing that adoption agencies so love to tout didn't quite work here.

Note that the article itself calls the adoptress his "mother" and the adoptress' mother his "grandmother." It sure doesn't take much these days for the media to form a pretend family.