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Wednesday, November 12th, 2008

I got a nod from Andrew Jones’ blog, so I figured I’d better put up a new post.

Hi. How are you?

We have a new President-elect, or President-Elect, but not a new President elect.

I’m still really sick and will take any offers for homemade chicken soup and back massages. OK, maybe not *ANY* offers for back massages. That could get kind of creepy.

I was going to do NaNoWriMo this year, but then was sick in the bed the first two days of the month, and then we had this little election, which kind of took over my life for a couple of days, and then I got sick again, and then I thought, “Who am I kidding? Screw it.” So I’m not doing NaNoWriMo, but I’ve got a really great novel idea. And no, I’m not sharing.

So then I thought, well, if I can’t work on a novel every day, maybe I could just BLOG every day. Clearly, I have great intentions.

And can I just say: PUMPKIN HUMMUS! (thanks bethy!)

I’ve been keeping this article open in a browser tab to share with all of you (however many of you are left).

I’ll leave you with this excerpt:

The actual real America is everywhere. It is the America that has been in shell shock since the aftermath of 9/11, when our government wielded a brutal attack by terrorists as a club to ratchet up our fears, betray our deepest constitutional values and turn Americans against one another in the name of “patriotism.” What we started to remember the morning after Election Day was what we had forgotten over the past eight years, as our abusive relationship with the Bush administration and its press enablers dragged on: That’s not who we are.

District One Candidate Forum

Tuesday, October 7th, 2008

I did my civic duty last night and attented the District One Candidate’s Forum at Star of the Sea Catholic Church. This is the second time in a week I’ve been there, since Mary Judah started Daisies with Girl Scouts and her troop meets there. Unfortunately, I did not take my camera. Why do I always forget my camera? I should know better. And a notepad, too.

But I did find pics of myself online on a couple of sites from others who took photos of the event.

On this blog, in the second picture, I’m in the back on the left, sitting next to the lady in the gray hoodie. I’m wearing a black sweater. Of course. My hair actually looks good from the back. Who knew?

On this blog, when you look at the picture of people in the room, I’m on the right in the back. The lady next to me left and a dark-haired man sat down next to me instead. My head is bowed. I’m taking notes on what the candidate was saying. I took notes on what all of them said. Gotta keep ‘em separated, you know. That journalism experience sure comes in handy sometimes.

I knew three people were running, the “rock stars,” as I call them - Sue Lee, Eric Mar and Alicia Wang. I had no idea there were NINE candidates running. In addition to those three, we have:

Nicholas Belloni
Sherman D’Silva
George Flamik
Fidel Gakuba
Jason Jungreis and
Brian Larkin

I couldn’t find websites for two of the candidates, so I’ve linked to video statements on youtube. I think they all have statements on youtube, and I even found some video from the previous forum on September 17. The next forum is October 15 at the Richmond Rec Center at 6:30 p.m. Maybe I’ll see you there.

Mi Casa Blanca

Saturday, September 27th, 2008

Well, it’s really kind of a buttercream, but that’s beside the point, isn’t it?

So I’m not sure if I want to invite friends to my house. I mean it’s not really *MY* house - I’m just renting it for a few years. I just don’t know whether or not my friends are my friends, you know? How do I know people are my friends-friends, or if they’re just my friends? They might even not like me at all and snicker about me behind my back. Cause then, you know, those really wouldn’t be my friends or my friends-friends. After all, I get teased a little bit about my age, being younger than most of my friends. Nobody likes a bully. They should so, like, live in cardboard boxes.

If you’re my friend, then I’ll totally buy a spiral for us to pass notes to each other and I can write it it and give it to you and then you can write me back and I’ll write you back, and oh, you know what I mean, and I’ll save you a seat in the cafeteria and all that, and then you can totally come to my house after school.

Okay, MAYBE, but we might have to meet at the mall, or at Starbucks, or in the DQ parking lot, or at the football game, or the movies, but if you’re not my friend or if I’m not really sure whether we’re friends, I’m gonna be all, “Oh, no, you DIDN’T!” and I’m going to snap my fingers in front of myself in a Z-pattern - snap, snap, snap! - and then I’ll probably disinvite you to my birthday party, or have my friend tell you that we’re not going out anymore and I’ve moved on to bigger and better things. Like eighth graders. In that case, you are SO NOT INVITED OVER.

It’s so tough, right? I mean, I don’t know what you think of me, if we’re really friends (or friends-friends) so how can you expect me to tell you what I think of you? You know, cause if I think we’re friends-friends and you go and kiss my boyfriend by the bike racks after school, then we are totally not going to be friends-friends anymore. We won’t even be friends. So why would I invite you over to my house? I like, live there.

I gotta keep my mind open, you know? ‘Cause in just a couple of years, I’m going to be in high school and that means MORE OPTIONS. You know? I mean, Inshallah, people. You can’t expect me to make up my mind ever. Oh, and if you disagree with me about stuff? I am so over you.

I gotta go. I gotta babysit to save money for the class trip to Madrid. That’s in Mexico, you know, cause they speak Spanish there. And stuff.

Bye, Bye, Bank

Thursday, September 25th, 2008

So WAMU just got seized by federal regulators and sold to JPMorgan Chase late this afternoon. You can read about it here, here, and here. And that’s just to get you started.

It’s the largest bank failure in American history - and all of our accounts are there.

As news of the bank’s deteriorating condition spread, nervous Washington Mutual depositors withdrew $16.5 billion of their money in the last 10 days, prompting the seizure by regulators.

$16.5 Billion. Holy crap.

While withdrawing our money and guaranteeing a bank run may contribute to the demise, the bank can’t expect us to care about it over our own assets. Why should we act in the bank’s best interest and not our own? Frankly, the only reason I didn’t change everything was because we have a CD there and I didn’t want the early withdrawal penalty. That, and I’ve been busy. You know.

The FDIC chairperson says service should be seamless. We’ll see. I sure hope so. But I just got a new debit card and recently redid all my direct payments due to fraudulent activity. I really don’t want to have to start all over. We’ve got good rates on CD’s and a great interest rate on our online savings account, the best I’ve seen for a personal account under $25,000. I hope this buyout doesn’t screw all that up. I gotta say, their interest rates have kept me loyal.

I think I might be stopping by a branch tomorrow, just to talk to someone.

This is just the latest news to scare me. I’m angry and I’m frightened - with the economy, with the administration, with the upcoming elections, with ignorance and stupidity, and toeing party lines, and flip-flopping, and holier-than-thou attitudes, and political posturing, and not getting answers from the people we’ve elected who are in charge of our tax dollars, and candidates who lie and refuse to talk to the press, and I’m trying to figure out some way to satirize my anger and make a point by using humor instead of ranting, and I just can’t do it.

I have multiple posts brewing and I’m trying to CALM THE FUCK DOWN FIRST.

Deep breath, Kristen. May the peace of Christ be with you.

And also with you.

California Homeschooling Ban?

Wednesday, March 12th, 2008

This past Friday morning, I woke up, got dressed and logged onto my computer to check my e-mail. While I waited for my e-mail to download, I began to get a cup of coffee together. My daily SFGate headline news e-mail popped out at me, with this article in the subject line:

“Homeschoolers’ setback sends shockwaves through the state.”

I hadn’t even finished the article before I had received two separate phone calls from people, each with a seemingly benign, “So, how are you?” that was actually loaded to find out whether or not I had seen the article yet.

I felt utterly and completely broad-sided. I actually told that to Robin when she called at 8:30, and I think I scared her at first, judging by her startled, “what?!?” in response. I had to clarify that I hadn’t been physically broad-sided - I had yet to leave the house, after all.

We haven’t said anything publicly yet about our decision regarding our kids’ education, though a lot of people already know. We have decided to homeschool Mary Judah during the next school year, which will be her kindergarten year. Beyond that, we aren’t making any commitments (though I have to say my stubborn side is leaning toward homeschooling just to stick it to that judge!). I have been doing a lot of research and studying and talking to people and praying and evaluating and trying to figure out what it is we’re supposed to do regarding her education and the choices we want to make as we raise her the type of opportunities we want her to have in life. Same goes for Killian, and that should go without speaking, though Mary Judah’s formal education is much more imminent.

I never in a million years thought I would ever homeschool, ever. I actually said to people, “I will never homeschool my children.” Of course, that was during those light and care-free days before morning sickness, and rotund bellies, and screaming in the middle of the night as I pushed a human being out of my own body.

Then I took one look at my daughter’s face, fell hopelessly in love with her, and the seeds were planted. What can I say? I couldn’t imagine ever being separated from her. As she’s grown and I’ve gotten to know her and helped to shape her into the person she is and will become, I’ve questioned my resolute decision not to homeschool. I started asking myself, why? Well, why not?

I began reading and researching and having come to grips with the misconceptions I’ve had, and through all of that, decided to go for it. This ruling that came down late last month has infuriated me. There are so many holes in it, it’s not even funny. From the education code, to what makes a private school, to religious reasons for homeschooling, to teaching credentials, to parental rights, to the real reason for compulsory education, there are just so many things wrong with it. And I’m going to talk about all of them. That’s right. Like you thought for a second I wouldn’t.

Here’s what happened in a nutshell. If I don’t have details as accurate as I think I do, I will most certainly go back and change them:

According to the ruling, the homeschooling parents of eight children were taken to court in a child welfare case. As the case progressed, the attorney for two of the children asked to court to direct the juvenile court to order the children to enroll and attend a public or private school. The parents asserted that they had a constitutional right to homeschool their children.

The ruling states that no, parents do not have a constitutional right to oversee their children’s education at home and that according to the education code, in this particular case, the parents were not following any of the provisions allowed to educate their children.

The court then asserts that homeschooling in general cannot fall under the private school allowance in the education code, and actually goes so far as to consider the process of parents who establish private schools in their homes as a means of following the law and then teaching their children at home to being a “ruse.”

The court also states that parents who wish to teach their children at home must hold a valid credential in the grade level being taught.

From the ruling:

It is clear to us that enrollment and attendance in a public full-time day school is required by California law for minor children unless (1) the child is enrolled in a private full-time day school and actually attends that private school, (2) the child is tutored by a person holding a valid state teaching credential for the grade being taught, or (3) one of the other few statutory exemptions to compulsory public school attendance applies to the child.

Exemptions to compulsory public school education are made for, among others, children who (1) attend a private full-time day school (§ 48222) or (2) are instructed by a tutor who holds a valid state teaching credential for the grade being taught (§ 48224).

Such representation does not constitute a statement that the Los Angeles Unified School District and the Los Angeles County Office of Education knowingly gave their stamp of approval to children being deprived of an education in a public or private full-time day school setting, or by a credentialed tutor, through the ruse of enrolling them in a private school and then letting them stay home and be taught by a non-credentialed parent.

One of the issues raised about the ruling by the Homeschool Legal Defense Association is that “the decision is categorical and was not written to be limited to just the facts of this case,” which means that if the Supreme Court ratifies this ruling, it can be applied to homeschoolers across the board, not just to the people involved in the case, resulting in a benchmark case to be able to prosecute homeschooling parents across the state. Lovely. Also keep in mind that, like it or not, California is a bellwether state and the decisions made here can have dramatic impacts reverberating across the country.

Where do things stand now? From what I understand, the parents are appealing to the state’s Supreme Court. The HSLDA is getting involved, along with other homeschooling organizations, on several fronts. The gubernator has said he will support homeschooling families and said that “if the courts don’t protect parents’ rights then, as elected officials, we will.” Several state legislators have promised to introduce legislation to protect homeschooling and the California Superintendent of Public Instruction, Jack O’Connell has said he believes homeschooling in still legal in the state.

The HSLDA also has a petition you can sign to ask the Supreme Court to depublish the ruling, which would prevent in from being used as a precedent and limit its scope to the particular case.

I’ll have another post tomorrow.

You Would Think…

Tuesday, March 11th, 2008

That if enough parents getting angry over Hannah Montana ticket scalping could bring about investigations and legal action, then parents getting angry over the courts taking away their right to homeschool without a teaching credential could bring about positive change as well.

I mean, come on. The Hannah Freaking Montana Bill? Actually, the “Freaking” part isn’t really a part of it. I added that myself. I think it sounds better.

I’m going to be doing a series of posts (rather than one LONG post) with my thoughts on the ruling handed down by a California appellate court late last month, now that my initial anger is out of the way, so for those of you who have told me you miss “hearing my voice” on the internet - this one’s for you. Okay, not really for you. But kind of.

I’ll be giving up my nightly hot bath to do this, just so you know I MEAN IT.

Super-Fat Tuesday

Tuesday, February 5th, 2008

Barack? Or Hillary?

Barack? Or Hillary?

That is the question.

I’m gonna think about it through this cup of coffee and then I’m going to load Killian in the stroller, walk up the hill to my polling station, and make up my mind.

Other thoughts on my mind are what I’m going to give up for Lent. Besides swearing, that is. I should wear my T-shirt tomorrow.

Oh! And tomorrow - we are hosting a 7:30 a.m. Ash Wednesday service for anyone who’s interested. I meant to blog about this sooner, but the kids have STILL BEEN SICK. E-mail me or comment if you’d like to come, and I’ll let you in on all the details. Now I just have to go find my ashes…

All I’m saying

Friday, January 25th, 2008

Is that if we manage to be part of the group of people that are getting tax rebate checks from the guvmint, we sure as H-E-double-hockey-stick aren’t going to be spending it.

It’s going straight into a money market account.

That’s all I’m saying.

Stimulus plan, my ass.

File under, “Things I Wish I’d Written”

Tuesday, April 24th, 2007

Regarding the Imus “scandal.”

First of all, let’s just get this out of the way: The idea that anyone in the media world gives a shit about the dignity of women, black or white, is a ridiculous joke. America’s TV networks have spent the last forty years falling over each other trying to find better and more efficient ways to sell tits to the 18-to-35 demographic. They make hour-long prime-time reality dramas these days about shopping-obsessed sluts hitting each other with pocketbooks, for Christ’s sake. Paris Hilton — dumb, rich — gets her own prime-time show. MTV, the teenie mags, the pop music industry, they’re basically all an endless parade of skinny, half-naked brainless women selling makeup and jeans to neurotic, self-hating, weight-obsessed little girls.

The idea that NBC — the company that proudly produced 241 episodes of Baywatch, a show whose two main characters for nearly a decade were Pamela Anderson’s tits — was “offended” by the use of the word “ho” is beyond preposterous. Until this incident, I would have wagered very good money that “ho” would be in the title of at least one NBC-produced reality pilot within the next ten years. You can’t see that? Trivia-battling sluts in Ho-llywod Squares? An irony-for-irony’s-sake callgirl-improvement show called Pimp My Ho? Would you bet real money that the Paris-and-Nicole vehicle The Simple Life wasn’t originally called Whore Acres at some stage of the pre-production process? I sure as hell wouldn’t. Programming decisions of the The Bachelor ilk aren’t spontaneous mid-show farts by an aging drug-battered brain like the Imus deal — they’re wide-awake decisions, forged in the crucible of number-crunching corporate reflection, to use reactionary images of cheap brainless skanks to sell Fritos and pickup trucks.

via a very brave article in Rolling Stone.

Why George W. Bush is not the devil

Wednesday, September 27th, 2006

Dude, Chavez was so wrong.

Click here to find out why. Fun-NEE.

***update***
I changed the link to the original column to the sfgate archive page. cause the possum fur nipple warmers, while funny, makes no sense when talking about hugo.