Sigil sign language

"pleiades sigil"

I searched the web for the term,

and found this site:

Pleiades sigil

http://www.renaissanceastrology.com/pleiadesmirror.html

another Pleiades sigil

I was reminded of my most favoritest park in all the whole world

- America the Beautiful -

make of it all what you will.

This is a post about sigils

so that you understand better what they look like

all but the picture with the snow were taken July 27, 2011

snow picture snapped circa December 2009

xoxo

America the Beautiful Park wall sigil 1

America the Beautiful Park wall sigil 2

America the Beautiful Park wall sigil 3

America the Beautiful Park bench sigil

America the Beautiful Park pavillion sigil

America the Beautiful Park stone pylon sigil





 

America the Beautiful Park sidewalk sigil

America the Beautiful Park trashcan sigil

USOC: Sloppy mess

    
The other day, I read that the Uncle Wilbur fountain had a "water-themed riddle" printed on its inner core.  


A riddle...say what?  


Because as by now you may know, at least two of our city's fountains (Uncle Wilbur and Julie Penrose) are CHOCK FULL'O RIDDLES.  


So I hopped on my bike and pedaled down to take a look see.


My disappointment upon viewing the riddle was palpable - the answer to the little kid's riddle was "water."


Dissatisfied, I pedaled down to America the Beautiful Park to take pictures of the astrological sigils that are part and parcel of said park (I'll show you those photos in a separate post).


I rode my bike down Cascade, and for the first time had an opportunity to finally see the "UNITED STATES OLYMPIC COMMITTEE" sign on the building right next to the old Hibbards'...which is right next to this odd splatch of red buildings all grouped together...the Alamo building and Plaza of the Rockies...the building with the decal of a guy riding his bike...


I mean, wazzup with all of that?  Speaking as a hometown gal...I was oddly unimpressed.


So, I went down to America the Beautiful Park as a storm was rolling in, and I snapped my pictures quickly; I'm always terrified of being struck by lightning, but especially at America the Beautiful Park - rain or shine.


I jumped on my bike to head east, pumping up the bridge as fast as I could, the air sizzling around with electricity...


...and then, I saw it.


"Wait," I said to myself.


"Wait nothin', negress...we's about to get struck by lightning!"


"Wait!"  I said gruffly to the lesser Spydra, crossing the bridge in the middle of the road.


Spydra the lesser cried out, "We're gonna get hit by a car!"


Barked the greater Spydra, "Shut up!" 


And, with the lightning-phobic part of me dragging her heels, the fearless one returned to take a look at the rooftop mural building.  


"What a freaking mess," I thought, pulling myself together.  With lightning striking all around, I snapped a hasty photograph of the hot mess I saw there before jumping back on my bike and pedaling as though I were being chased.


Thus the blurriness of the photograph - I was breathing hard and my hands were shaking a bit as I took the picture with my laptop; sorry 'bout that.  

Our City's "simple, gorgeous rooftop mural" underway; photograph taken July 25, 2011

Yesterday, I had another opportunity to be riding my bike downtown, only this time, accompanied by my hometown high-school sweetheart (a.k.a. my husband).  We were well ahead of the storm this time, and so we took our leisure.  


I simply had to learn what my husband thought of what he saw there...and he began to expostulate as we neared the building.


"So, they painted it on the roof of a giant shack," was his first comment.  


"So, is that where the Olympic Committee is...is their building that giant shack?  Because that's what it looks like to me - like the USOC is headquartered inside that shack."


"The graffiti looks better than what's up there now.  Are they starting over, or doing the smart thing, and just covering it up and walking away?  How stupid!"


See, that's why I married him.


I encourage everyone to take a look at the painting for themselves.  I keep thinking about the red splattered behind the lettering...what is it supposed to be - blood?


A COMPLETE OUTRAGE AND LAUGHABLE WASTE OF MONEY.


I am in no way busting on the artist; indeed, my heart goes out to him for having been tapped to paint such an enormous and useless thing on such a difficult canvas, in such hot and varying weather, dead in the center of lightning alley.


I came across the article below last night; I enlarged the words that really stuck out to me:


- First, if this guy has been the mouthpiece of the USOC for a quarter of a century, THAT FOOL SURE CAN'T WRITE FOR SHIT.  It's all one giant rambling paragraph...is that some kind of guy's sport's talk?  No, it's not, because they don't write that way in Sports Illustrated.  Some great impression his writing makes - Not.


- The marriage of the City of Colorado Springs to the USOC??  WTF does that mean?


- So the USOC is now our city's "brand?"


- USOC staff are becoming members of numerous boards across the city - oh???  And that's a good thing, why?  Thoughts of Bruce Jenner's plastic surgery face and his high falutin' friends moving in and taking positions of power in our city is not a comforting thought.


 - "and where leading citizen Bill Hybl served as USOC president twice, leading the organization through crisis and on to glory, and now to the commitment by the USOC to continue to call the city its home for decades, with all the attention, huge economic impact, prestige and pride that accompanies it.”…………..this simple, gorgeous rooftop mural finally brings it all together, and it’s time…………this city has struggled for years with an “identity,” and its “brand,”…………..I think we have it now."




Quick:  somebody commission a giant golden statue of Bill Hybl!!!


HORSE PUCKEY.


I encourage you all to take a look do a search for the term "Olympic Movement".  Search this, too:  "Olympic Movement" & pagan.  


One of the last things Mitch Christiansen said to me was, "Look at Banning-Lewis Ranch."  


I have, and it leads me into one big circle.


Mark my words, friends...something's not right here.  

• Doesn't anybody care that it appears as though the USOC (started by Hybl in 1978) only pretended to want to leave Colorado Springs, and the El Pomar Foundation (helmed by Hybl) only pretended to grant the USOC so much generous funding to keep them here FOR SHOW...and a WHOLE LOTTA TAXPAYER MONEY?
• Why did Frank Aries promise to build the Olympic Hall of Fame at Banning-Lewis Ranch way back in 1979? 
• Why am I able to find so little information about what became of Aries, the man with the Greek/zodiacal surname that with a single letter can be so easily changed? (Baries, Caries, Daries, Earies, Faries, etc.)
• Why am I led to believe there's a deeper USOC connection to the unsolved murder of Barbara Freyschlag, socialite, business woman, and wife of K.G. Freyschlag, then-president for the Colorado Springs Chamber of Commerce?  (K.G. had returned from a business trip to Reno, Nevada arranging accommodations for a Colorado Springs group trying to persuade the USOC to pick Colorado Springs as the home of the Olympic Hall of Fame, when he came home to discover his wife had been shot in the kitchen of their home at 2222 Constellation Drive)
• What's with the Skyway area, where all the streets are named after constellations and signs of the zodiac?
• Why do I see witches, pagans, astrology, the USOC, Tutt and Penrose money in and around the America the Beautiful Park Eye of Horus geoglyph?
• WHY DON'T THE OLYMPIANS MIND STAYING SO CLOSE TO THE POWER PLANT?

Too much time, too much money, too much secrecy, too much oddity - just too much.

Something's not right, and hasn't been, and won't be.

What happened to Freyschlag might happen to me.

Evenso, Spydra has spoken.

  

Here's A High-Five For America's Olympic City!

    By: Mike Moran

    June 15, 2011 

Approximately 112,000 cars or other vehicles pass the downtown Colorado Springs exit at Bijou and I-25 every day, both North and South-bound combined, according to the Colorado Department of Transportation………..do the math over a month, and, well, you get a riveting picture of how many motorists and passengers might be drawn to look at the gorgeous mural that will be painted soon on the rooftop of a building facing the highway just west of our downtown as they drive by………..Colorado Springs is celebrating its 33^rd year as the home of the United States Olympic Committee, our city where Olympic and Paralympic Dreams begin for American athletes, now over 350,000 in those three decades and change………….the Springs is “America’s Olympic City,” and nobody else is, or will be………..it’s a new era in the warm marriage of the city and the USOC, and hats off to the City Council for approving this project, which is targeted for completion by the July 4-10 U.S. Women’s Open at The Broadmoor, with thousands of visitors coming to the city from across the nation………Council member Lisa Czelatdko told The Gazette, “I think we need to start having people recognize that we are unique.” We have the United States Olympic Committee here. It’s a nationally recognized symbol. Let’s utilize it.”…………kudos as well to marketing and advertising agency Vladimir Jones and Chuck Murphy, a constant go-to guy for scores of worthwhile local endeavors, for their contributions………….one can feel the energy and the buzz going on in the city now related to its uniqueness where sports is the subject, and its vast potential for economic impact, quality of life, and the vital “brand” of the city being worked on in various corners and offices………….take a look at the next 75 days of summer in Colorado Springs, and you will see what I am speaking about………..the USA National Boxing Championships (June 20-25), USOC Community Celebration Day (June 25), 89^th Pikes Peak International Hill Climb and Fan Fest (June 24 and 26), Sports Corp College Football Kickoff Lunch (June 29), U.S. Women’s Open (July 4-10), and the 2011 Rocky Mountain State Games (July 22-24 and July 29-31)………….and the mammoth USA Pro Cycling Challenge first stage (August 22)……………thousands of visitors will come to watch, cover or compete in these major events, and see the mural and get the message…………the USOC is thrilled with its new downtown headquarters for its staff and leadership, and in return, CEO Scott Blackmun and his team are returning the gesture aggressively…………USOC staff are becoming members of numerous Boards across the city, major events are being delivered to the city, including the USOC National Coaching Conference next week, the prestigious U.S. Olympic Assembly in September, and the IOC Athletes Forum in October………the organization had donated thousands of dollars to city sports and recreation programs, and will conduct eight free youth sports clinics around the city on the June 25 Community Celebration Day, while partnering on numerous events and activities with local businesses and agencies………..recently, I wrote about this vital relationship between the City and the USOC and the backdrop in which it developed since 1978……. “ours is the city where the 1980 U.S. Olympic Ice Hockey team was selected, trained and then staged the “Miracle On Ice,” at Lake Placid………….where Calvin Smith and Evelyn Ashford set world records thirty minutes apartin the 100meters at the 1983 National Sports Festival……..where the USOC voted under pressure to stay home from the 1980 Olympic Games in Moscow, but then stood up to restore itself, help bring the Games to Los Angeles in 1984, and saved the Games……….where more than 350,000 American athletes have come to train and chase their dreams since 1978………..where 22 of the USOC National Governing Bodies have their headquarters and call home to that sport- Ice Hockey, Wrestling, Swimming, Basketball, Boxing, Figure Skating, Triathlon, Cycling among them, and the U.S. Anti-Doping Agency………..where the immortal Jesse Owens gazed at Pikes Peak in the fall of 1979 and said “Maybe, some day, we can all come together on the victory stand, set aside our differences, and be champions”…………. Where four-time Olympic discus champion Al Oerter and legendary swimming champion Mark Spitz set out to begin a comeback after forty and chase another dream………..where Wilma Rudolph coached young girls on the track……….where Mary Lou Retton, discouraged over her performance in 1983, thought of retiring, but changed her mind over breakfast and triumphed………….where a young Michael Jordan hit jump shots and showed us a glimpse of brilliance, playing in the National Sports Festival in town, as did stars like Greg Louganis, Florence Griffith Joyner, Sippy Woodhead, Willie Gault, Bart Conner, Mike Eruzione, Jim Craig, Mark Johnson, Linda Fratianne and Kurt Thomas……….where Peggy Fleming, Amy Van Dyken, Apolo Ohno and Rulon Gardner trained and lived for their triumphs……….where Olympic decathlon champion Bob Mathias directed activities at the Olympic Training Center………… where more than 35,000 athletes of all ages and skill levels came in 2005, 2007 and 2009 to compete in the State Games of America……..and where leading citizen Bill Hybl served as USOC president twice, leading the organization through crisis and on to glory, and now to the commitment by the USOC to continue to call the city its home for decades, with all the attention, huge economic impact, prestige and pride that accompanies it.”…………..this simple, gorgeous rooftop mural finally brings it all together, and it’s time…………this city has struggled for years with an “identity,” and its “brand,”…………..I think we have it now.

Mike Moran was the chief spokesman for the United States Olympic Committee for a quarter century, through thirteen Games, from Lake Placid to Salt Lake City. He joined the USOC in 1978 as it left New York City for Colorado Springs. He was the Senior Communications Counselor for NYC2012, New York City’s Olympic bid group from 2003-2005 and is now a media consultant and works with the Colorado Springs Sports Corporation. www.coloradospringssports.org.  He can be reached atmike@thesportscorp.org

Looks like a duck

New government logo: Can you say 'crescent'?

Missile agency symbol also compared to Obama campaign emblem

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Posted: February 24, 2010
8:22 pm Eastern

By Chelsea Schilling
© 2011 WND

While some say a new Department of Defense Missile Defense Agency logo appears to have striking similarities to President Obama's campaign logo and an Islamic crescent, the government agency called that notion a "ridiculous" idea thought up by "people who are just different."

The logo features a red ribbon of color striking the center of a medium blue crescent. The crescent contains an eight-pronged white star. The Missile Defense Agency shows the following logo in the upper left corner of its website:

Missile Defense Agency recruiting logo

A Washington Times blog, the Drudge Report and several bloggers noted that emblem features similarities with the following logo used by the Obama campaign:

Obama campaign logo

The Obama campaign symbol and the Missile Defense Agency emblem feature a ribbon of red, divided by two white lines and a blue "O" from left to right. The logos each have similar shades of red and blue.

Some also say the agency logo may be suggestive of an Islamic crescent moon and star, as seen on Islamic flags.

Islamic crescent moon and star as seen on the flag of Turkey

However, Rick Lehner, Washington spokesman for Missile Defense Agency, laughed off the notion in an interview with WND today.

"I think it's just people who are just," he hesitated for a moment, "different."

Lehner laughed at the comparisons and said, "I don't know where they would even begin to come up with something like that. It's ridiculous."

He said the logo was designed for use on recruiting materials three years ago, and that the official Missile Defense Agency logo features five colors and says Missile Defense Agency Department of Defense. The following is an image of that logo:

Department of Defense Missile Defense Agency official logo

"That's our official logo," Lehner said. "The other one was just developed for recruiting materials years before the Obama campaign. We're trying to attract a younger workforce because we want to get kids out of college. Instead of using the official shield, a company that the agency hired in Washington, D.C., to do recruiting stuff developed that logo."

He explained that the white, eight-pronged explosion signifies an intercepted missile.

"That's why we have a star," he said, laughing. "It's really not a star; it's a flash from the interception of a missile."

Lehner said the agency redesigned its website "about 14 or 15 months ago" and used the recruiting emblem for a more contemporary look. The official logo is still featured in the bottom left corner of the website, though it is much smaller and less prominent than the recruiting symbol.

A similar controversy arose in 2008 when a proposed design to commemorate victims aboard the hijacked United Airlines Flight 93 on Sept. 11 featured a broken circle lined with trees outlining the crash. Critics said it looked like an Islamic crescent pointing toward Mecca, the Muslim holy city.

The designer, Paul Murdoch of Paul Murdoch Associates of Los Angeles, maintained he used the term crescent only in the architectural sense of a curved line.

As for any link between the Missile Defense Agency's recruiting insignia and an Islamic crescent or the Obama campaign logo, Lehner added, "I don't understand why people would make that connection."

Egg on face

Hmmm...a friend fretted recently that my last post might have come across a bit racist.

Oh so!  Hoho!

In response to the Gazette story about the liquor store caught embellishing his importance in the wake of his shooting of a shoplifter:

Here's a true story that happened to me not two weeks ago:

After a $30 DollarTree extgravaganza with & for my kids, we walked past Audubon Liquors. A wild hair sprouted: teetotaler me thought to buy a bottle of wine, picking an $11.99 Merlot before chosing the $7.99 instead; I paid, we left and trudged homeward.

"Hi! Hi! Hi!" I heard behind me and turned to see the dour-faced Asian woman who, with her husband, owns the store; I stopped, wondering if I'd left my purchase on the counter.

"I searcha you bags," she stammered in broken English; I saw red, but thought of my young kids and held my tongue, so that Mrs. Swan could search slowly and to her satisfaction.

"Solly," she said, shaking her head and walking away.

I said, "It's all good...*BUT* (stepping to her & holding her gaze): you *never* greet me when I enter your store; and seeing how you've wrongly accused me of theft just now, I'm asking you to say 'Hello" if and when I bring you my business again. 

She looked at me hard, then said; "OK, I will."

So, I prayed that this woman might have an epiphany and realize...maybe not all black people are thieves; indeed, *most* people do *not* steal, nevermind race. 

Well, it was maybe four days later when I needed to buy Squirt, which I love but 7-11 no longer carries, so I buy at the liquor store.  A short debate with the husband on whether we should or shouldn't, then we were in, our teenage daughter in tow.

She checked out a customer, and as he walked out the door, called out cheerily, "Thank you!"

Our eyes met. "Hi," I ventured, friendly.  No response.

Our turn at the register; "Hi," I said again uncertainly.

She rang up the sale and wordlessly handed my husband his change before saying in a loud voice, "MEM!  MEM! YOU STOLE BOTTLE WINE SATURDAY! I HAB DE EBBIDEN...I CAWING POWEECE!"

Sucker-punched, I rolled my eyes; "Forget this," I said breezily and we all left the store.

As we approached our place, my husband turned to see the woman had locked the store doors in order to pursue us, cell phone clenched in hand, with 911 on the line. 

Livid, I spun around, stepping to her quickly. 

"Let's go!" I fairly shouted, enraged, "Call the police, you silly bitch, I'll gladly wait 'til they come; show me your bullshit evidence!"  And I marched to the liquor store.

An Asian soap opera played on the television.  "I CAN'T BELIEVE I PRAYED FOR YOU!!!  Turn off your show and cough up your evidence!" 

She regarded me mutely, listening to the 911 operator.  "YES MEM, SHESA BRACK, WO-MAN..." 

I checked the nearly uncontrollable urge to go off on the idiot standing before me; every Asian racist slur rose up to my lips, but I refused to give them voice...refused to provide her with damning evidence of me getting black on her ass and deserving of whatever bullshit she might claim I provoked. 

So instead, I threw Scripture at her:  "GOD HATES A FALSE WITNESS!"

I could not resist busting on her broken Engrish, however...demanding she show me her evidence while on hold with 911, asking "does your lack of English fluency preclude you from multi-tasking?" 

She looked at me blankly, and said, "YOU THINK SO, HUH?"

Long story short, it was an hour before officers arrived, my husband and daughter were there with me, but that was no assurance I wouldn't go to jail...and I guess I really could have; because when the cop talked to the store owner, she showed him the tape; I never got to see the tape at all, and the officer told me I wouldn't be allowed to see it until and unless it was provided as evidence at my trial on a shoplifting charge.

"Frankly, Ma'am, I've seen the tape, and it does appear that you stole a bottle of wine; you pick up a bottle of wine, you never replaced that bottle, you purchased a different bottle of wine and the $12 bottle is still missing.  The owner has indicated she's willing to drop charges if you'll just pay for the bottle of wine you stole."

"I WILL BE DAMNED FIRST, SIR." I said, and proceeded to explain that I'd put the $12 Merlot in the spot where I'd found the one for $7.99.

A brief investigation verified my claim...the bottle was still where I'd set it.

My bad for putting the bottle back on the wrong shelf!

How do you think that wench responded?  A gracious apology?  No; hell no."

The cop came back and said, "Well, the owner has agreed not to press charges...but neither of you are welcome in her establishment."

The ugly truth here, folks:  had she been able to quickly access her firearm, there's no doubt in my mind she'd have pointed it at me to hold me until the law arrived...and if it meant she had to shoot me while we waited, then so be it; I stole a $12 bottle of wine, after all...RIGHT!??

Just imagine if she thought I stole a bottle of hard liquor!!!

Some folks are just blind to their own bigotry and trigger finger itch...but it always comes out in the wash in the end...scratching at themselves...giving their secret away.

I CALL BULLSHIT ON CHANG HO YI

SAVING FACE -- YOU THINK SO, HUH?

NO, THAT EGG ONNA YOU FACE!!!

BET YOU MAKE-BELIEVE GLORY STORY BRING YOU SHAME NOW!

This ain't no anicient Chinese secret, friends...and though the Gazette story doesn't mention the races of Mr. Yi's alleged robbers, I'm willing to bet dinner and a bottle of Merlot that the perps WOOKA WIKE A BRACK MAN!

There goes the neighborhood

Update:  After the mother was seen throwing garbage out of her second-floor window...and her adorable boys were caught urinating in and around the laundry room, the family was issued two warnings; one last strike, and they're out.  There's a much nicer couple who live down the way, and they had me over for a very delicious lunch yesterday.

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Hi guys -- been a while.  I am moved to write you today by my new Saudi Arabian neighbors.

We live in a large apartment complex, with lots of different people, from lots of different countries.

But the Saudis are unique. They moved in coincident with two other Saudi Arabian families, each with just as many children. Living in three different buildings, together these newcomers form a terrible triangle; in the three weeks they've been here, my whole world has changed.

I'm gonna apologize in advance, because surely someone will take offense, and I don't want a bomb to detonate at my place...but these folks is *crazy*.

There is nothing at all familiar about their native tongue, which they scream and hiss loudly at all hours of the day and night.

There seem to be like 10 people living in the apartment next door.

Dad

There is the father...who reminds me of the prison guard on Midnight Express:

Mom

    There's the mother...who reminds me of the old woman here:

There are the two teenage daughters who rarely step outside, two pre-pubescent boys, a boy of five or six, and toddler girl; who knows, there may be others.

Several times a day, they prop up a makeshift tent along the streetside sidewalk, and gather together to squat and squawk loudly, glowering at passers-by; I don't see any praying going on.  When the time comes, they pick up their tent and leave their trash to blow all across the complex grounds.

It would appear they wash their laundry in the tub, and then hang it from the outsides of their windows.

The boys are utterly out of control...jumping up and down to break the pool furniture before hurling the pieces into the water...all the while, cackling maniacally.

They cook food on the super-hot picnic table tops...and I can't say any of it looks familiar or particularly appetizing; a man offered some to my husband, who took it and ate it and spent the rest of the day ill...unable to describe what it may have been or how it even tasted.

At night, they scream at one another, banging up hard against the walls; in the middle of the night, the mother wakes up the children and begins slapping and shouting at them; it doesn't take a linguist to understand when the toddler cries out in fear before a loud *smack*.  Screaming, hollering, more shouting....

"SHADDUP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I shout at the top of my lungs, and all is still.

A few of the boys walk about wearing rapper-style clothing...rapping along with Ghost Killa in Arabic ESL Ebonic.  "Tell yo beetch to STEP OFFA MAH DEEK!"

They go up to other apartment buildings, and just *take* things...bicycles, big wheels, baby strollers...and then walk away, either keeping or destroying the items they stole. Yesterday, one of the little boys got caught stealing another kid's bike..and all of the American kids turned on him..."FIGHT, FIGHT, AN ARAB AND A WHITE" style.

The brat ran home and fetched his enormous father, who began shouting...cursing in Arabic and in English that all of the girls in the group were "Fat Beetches" and "Fat Whores!" 

"I'll keek your ass!!!" he shouted at the boys. 

Someone called the police, who were almost instantly on the scene. 

The mother stalked out; one of the "fat beetches" tried to be nice, telling the woman, "It's not you, it's your husband; you are too good for him."  I laughed silently -- living next door to them has convinced me they're made for one another.  A sudden and irrational thought crossed my mind that the Arab woman might spit on me, and I step aside; I wasn't going to include that at first, but found it too interesting when I happened across the video below.

I listened under the window of their apartment...and tell you with all honesty, that fool spoke *perfect* English to the cops.

These people act as though they were born in a barn; a caustic friend pointed out, "they're called 'mangers' there."

Whatever you wanna call it; these folks is STRAIGHT GHETTO, Y'ALL.  My son said they were "The Negroes of the New Age" but that's a slap to all blacks.

It's hard for me to look at these people in any way other than odd and foreign and terrifying.

I just had to share this information with you.

Pride Week!!! Hate-crime hypocrisy

A strong city doesn't accept intolerance;

neither, then, should a strong and free press...

alas...

In response to Pula Davis' July 13, 2011 OUR VIEW:

Mayor should make a strong statement against hate
'Strong city' doesn't accept intolerance



spydra wrote at 2:02 AM on July 14, 2011
_________________________________

Pula sure comes across as a lopsided hypocrite; case in point:

"I have allowed several users and ‘pastor’ to bicker back and forth
for several months now. Recently it has gotten to the point that
those conversations are dominating the comments area. Take this
offline or your users will be blocked from participation. I have
had several complaints from other users." -Pula

"Why was I the only one mention in your comment and the only one
that is being blocked?" -Pastor

"You are NOT the only one. There are others. I noticed no change
from any of the users so I have taken the appropriate action. These
personal conversations have got to cease. That is not the purpose
of the comments area." -Pula

"Well then what must I do to get reinstated?" -Pastor

"There is no process to get reinstated. When a user is blocked for
violation of our standards, they are simply blocked from
participating. Please stop peppering me with emails." -Pula

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Pastor's Christian perception & commentary content often cause many
a feeling of unease, who then vindictively highlight and needlessly
correct his spelling errors. But whether or not you agree with him,
has not Pastor been a rule-abiding, enduring, active participant and  
noteworthy contributor to these comment pages?

Pula asserts that "ours is an inclusive community that will not
tolerate despicable crimes against any group or individual."

Well, then, I ask the following questions, not just of Pula, but of
us all: is Pastor's banishment justified? If so, how and why? Why is
Pula - a representative of our nation's free press - denying Pastor
his right to free speech?

I don't care if I'm the only one to advocate for him publicly, or
if my words here lead to my own banishment; Pula's decision is
entirely unwarranted..a humiliating and public muzzling meant to
punish Pastor for his offensive strength of conviction..and I pray
for its reversal.

Pride Week!!! I'm coming out

originally posted 1/21/2011
viewer discretion advised

Well, hello everyone and good morning to you all.

I have an announcement to make.

For some time now, I have felt...deep down inside...that I am a spider, trapped inside of a woman's body.

Though my parents have assured me that I always seemed to be a normal baby, and did not at any time indicate any arachnoid behaviors throughout my youth, it doesn't matter to me; I have no doubt that I was born this way.

Yes, I have had sexual encounters with various sundry humans -- and indeed, occasionally still do; I married my husband...and gave birth to our four children, before I realized what truly lies beneath.

I have lived my life as a woman this whole time because of the spider-hatred that runs rampant in our society.  I mean, spiders need love, too...and can you imagine, coming out of the closet and announcing your true self to a bunch of hopeless arachnophobes?

Living in fear from bullies, wouldn't you, too, keep it a secret?

And so, for all this time, I have led a lie.

And I am tired of lying.

I'm coming out.

I apologize to my parents, and to my husband and to my children for any shock and dismay that may come from what I am about to say, but...I've decided to take things to the next level.

It's simply no longer enough to dress as a spider, and make myself up to be a spider...I'm tired of pretending to be what I really am...

So, and as such, I am preparing to undergo surgery to have an additional pair of arms and legs attached to my body;  I have also scheduled spinnaret implantation for my nether regions.

Afterward, some of you may look on me with horror...some of you may see me as a freak -- it just goes to show how narrow-minded, shallow and insipid you are.

Perhaps I'll not be accepted by either humans or spiders...in which case you will ALL be HELLA guilty of SPIDER HATE CRIMES.

Like it or lump it, friends...I'm Here, I'm Weird, Get Used To It.


Everybody pretend with me!

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irreverently inspired by this thought:

With all of the pink ribbons and breast cancer awareness out there...and women making the agonizing decision to have double mastectomies because of fear of cancer...

HOW IS IT THAT ANY OF US ARE PRETENDING IT'S NORMAL WHEN A WOMAN CLAIMING TO BE A MAN TRAPPED IN WOMAN'S BODY VOLUNTARILY HAS HER BREASTS REMOVED???

HMMMMMMM?  

OR A MAN SAYS SOMETHING OF A SIMILAR EFFECT, AND HAS HIS PENIS CUT OFF???

THIS IS NORMAL, FOLKS????

WELL, I'M COMING OUT TO CALL THIS WHAT IT IS:

BULLSHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My apologies to those gay cheerleaders out there shouting down "reparative therapy"...but if it was me...or my child...or MY loved one...I'D BE SURE TO EXPLORE ALL OPTIONS!!!