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.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Welcome to Amerika!

As we raced Pinewood Derby cars with my Bear and Wolf scouts and their little brother, a self-proclaimed "nothing scout" yesterday, I felt helpless. As an American, I am supposed to have some say in what my representatives do. At least that's what the Constitution seems to call for. For the past 100 years or so, the Constitution has been ignored more and more until finally, yesterday, we became conscious vassals of the state, of a federal government that is primarily owned by China, a country that has bought most of our debt. What was I supposed to do to stop this mess? None of the calls I've made to Congress seem to work. My well-meaning self-proclaimed "liberal" friends cannot stop name calling long enough to stop and look at what this health care bill is going to mean for them; and those on the dole are simply ecstatic that the government will be giving them something seemingly for free. People have been fooled by the government schools for so long, believing them also to be free, that most are economically ignorant, an excellent position for the government to take over care of their bodies. So-called liberals who campaign vehemently for abortion as a woman's right have no idea what kind of control they're giving to the government with their whole bodies. My well-meaning self-proclaimed "conservative" friends dislike this bill but I've heard some of these so-called conservatives more than willing to compromise and have a bill with which the government still controls their health, just with lower costs or more of an illusion of freedom. Many of these conservatives are also fine with paying taxes to kill people in other parts of the world, but are quite aghast at the supposed death panels that will eventually come via rationing as a result of this bill. There's hardly anybody anymore who truly believes in individual freedom. The person who wishes to eschew mainstream treatments and take care of his or her own health is f'ed by this bill, as are people who choose not to have health insurance. Emperor Obama is now marching down the street with no clothes on and people are cheering him on, as they did his predecessor, King Jorge. No doubt the people are, for the most part, not the same for Emperor O. as they were for King J., but the crowds are still cheering nonetheless. Those who cheer for this health care bill are as ignorant as those who support our empire's reign in other countries. It's a sad day for everyone in the United States, but just as the elite have been planning in the New World Order, instead of impeaching the president, people are cheering him on.

I've written a bit more about this on my Comic Mom blog, in "Spring Equinox and the Pinewood Derby."

The besmirched-and-ignored-by-media Ron Paul has also written an excellent essay, "Healthcare Reform Passes."

And here's a good article on what we have to look forward to, "What Soviet Medicine Teaches Us."

We're living in a new world, folks. The media are correct when they call this health care bill "historic." Indeed, it is. As with the so-called Patriot Act, No Child Left Behind, and other socialist bills and unConstitutional Executive Orders, this bill will erode freedom in the United States. Let us embrace the socialism that so many have sought for so long. For me and my house, however, we will fight for freedom.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Marie Osmond's Adoptee Dies

Look, I used to like Donny and Marie, and especially their little brother, Jimmy. Actually, I have nothing against Donny and Jimmy, the former, in fact, is in one of my favorite Weird Al videos: White and Nerdy. No, it's not the Osmond boys I have a problem with: It's Marie. A few years ago, after I'd awakened from the brainwashed adoption slumber that I'd been in most of my life, I read that Marie was proud of the way that she so was in denial about the pain of mother and child separation that was pretending her adoptees were her own child, making the three that were truly her own equivalent to those who are adopted. Those of us who are adopted know how ludicrous this plan is, laughable at best and tragic at worst. I grew up with a lot of well-meaning people who accepted and propagated adoption lies. Therefore, I tried hard to pretend that I was related to people who are more or less genetic strangers to me. The pretending part is what really sucks; in addition, it's quite harmful. I wish that adopters would stop pretending that adoptees are their children. I wish that moms who've lost a child to adoption would tell the world how terrible it is to lose that child. I wish that adoption agencies thinly veiled as pregnancy crisis centers would cease to exist. Well, that's the way things used to be. However, in the last 100 years or so, adoption brainwashing has so pervaded public thinking that the average person is looking at Marie Osmond and saying, "Isn't it sad that she lost her son," when in fact, some other mother, his real mom, lost a son a long time ago and now, that son is dead. And no, Marie, with all her money and therapy and religion, could not save her adoptee from the fact that he and his mom were separated and the havoc that wreaks in every child who's ever been thus separated. I'm not pretending that he was her son. And I am extremely thankful for the sentence in this article that alludes to the problems he was having, simply from being separated from his mother: Osmond did say one of the issues troubling him was the fact that he was adopted. Gee, Marie, you think so?!?

Until I had my first son, I did not realize how much boys depend on their moms, for everything from nursing to nodding off into dreamland at night. I'd heard that boys have more of a problem with being separated from their moms than girls do, but I did not really believe it until my sons were born. Seeing that mother/son bond made me realize that Mr. Thinking Mama and his mom have a similar bond, and that since Mr. Thinking Mama's mother died unexpectedly almost four years ago, there is a real sense of loss for him and his brother. Because Mr. Thinking Mama is an adult, however, he is much better equipped to handle the loss of his mother than an infant boy. Marie Osmond's adoptee lost his mother as a child--he may have never even seen her. Yes, this kind of thing can have a huge effect. And yes, mental hospitals, prisons, and graveyards have many men in them who've died from loss of mother via adoption or death.

I'm so sorry for the loss of Marie Osmond's adoptee; it is an extremely sad ending to an extremely sad life. It's too bad that Marie, with all her money and fame, couldn't have found a way to support both the children that she adopted and their mothers.