Disliking Sports Commentators Equals Racism?

It is interesting how something so trivial as Sports so easily become a point where we don’t see eye to eye and even claim the most outrageous things about each other.This happens to me frequently, and it has of late taken some really weird turns. I was accused of being racist because I do not like the sports commentators of the country I live in (I am an immigrant) because they, in my mind take every opportunity to put down other countries whether they win or loose. The person calling me a racist seems to think that just because I live in ‘her country’ and recieve disability benefits (because I am disabled, and the laws of the land say that I have a right to those benefits) here I should be grateful and root for this country, and that I don’t makes me a racist.

Well, I have this to say to that: I moved here, not of my own choice, I was constantly bullied in school because of my immigrant status, my entire adult life, whenever I mentioned my own country to others, I was ridiculed and belittled; sportsmen from my country where spoken about in scornful and ridiculing words and tones on the news here during the bigger sports events. I then married another immigrant (from a different country) and realized that the same thing happened to her and the sportsmen from her country whenever they were mentioned in the news or on TV during those bigger events. On top of that this person chooses to take personal offense that I do not root for her country, in which I live, and counters with basically repeating the degrading comments I have heard all my life, all the while claiming that I hate her country and that I am a racist.

Now, tell me, who’s the racist – the sports commentators, the National TV here and this woman or me?

Shalom!

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Mandatory Parenting School…

“I guess what I am trying to say is this, there are no reasons on earth for people who wish to become parents as long as the few who may inadvertently tar and feather that group are helped and given the life skills they need to stop the cycle of abuse, once and for all.” (From the blog The Slush and Mush Pile)

Oh, I am all for Mandatory Parenting School, I am just not very keen on ‘genetic screening’. Genetic screening for any other reason than hereditary debiltating illnesses sooner or later leads to screening out because of gender, sexual orientation, intelligence, hair-color, physical skills etc… Genetic screening will only harm the Human Race.We already gene-modify plants and animals, and that has resulted in our vegetables being less nutritious and our animals being unable to procreate normally as well as in some cases carry their own weight.

But Mandatory Parenting School would take care of the problem fine, I think.

I have seen enough ‘out-of-line-parents’, to think that demanding all 18 year olds go through 2-3 years of Parenting School with psych-evaluations along the way, and an age limit for getting kids. No-one under the age of 25 should be allowed to become parents, in fact I am not sure anyone should be allowed to marry before the age of 23, so that when they are finally, certificate in hand, old enough to become parents, they have already been married for a couple of years and have established a working relationship. And as a final exam they should have to care for one of those life-like baby dolls for at least a year. If they manage to do that without as much as a forgotten diaper, they might be up to the task.

Shalom!

This article, including artworks and photos are © Henric C. Jensen aka Shadow Bear and are NOT public domain, unless otherwise specified.

Shooting Craps and Time Travel

Einstein said the G-d doesn’t play dice with the Universe – well that might be, but some times I think He plays dice with single human beings… A friend of mine just lost her husband to an act of violence – put on top of that that she lost her father just two months ago, and her mother three years ago to a freak accident – she’s been battling breast-cancer, anxiety, depression and her remaining family is a bunch of fucked up people she is having trouble relating to, and you have a nice stack of cards that shouldn’t be on anyone’s hand.

If I could, I would Time Travel – go faster than the speed of light, so much faster that I could go back and make a few adjustments for this friend. I would load the dice in her favor, tilt the playing table and deal her som Aces from a new deck. She doesn’t need all this grief, pain and sorrow – she needs a break, she needs not to be responsible for fixing everything now that her husband has been taken from her by a psychopathic maniac. She needs rest and time to heal all her old wounds, before she needs to deal with new ones.

So why? Why does G-d play dice with single people? And why are the dice always loaded to their disadvantage? I don’t get it. I really don’t. Do you?

Shalom!

This article, including artworks and photos are © Henric C. Jensen aka Shadow Bear and are NOT public domain, unless otherwise specified.