Whoohoo! I got comment spam out the ass… I feel so SPECIAL!

Gah.

Update 1/31/2006

I think my amusement with writing my own blog management stuff has reached its end. I find myself with no time to maintain it or tweak it, and that doesn’t make for a happy Sabre. I’ll be moving this over to something else very soon. In the meantime, sorry to say that I’ve turned the approval system back on. It’s not like there are more than a couple of comments a month, so it shouldn’t be too terribly irksome.

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On the 33rd anniversery of Roe V. Wade, G.W. Bush proclaimed the day as National Sanctity of Human Life Day. The question isn’t whether or not human life is sacred or holy, but whose life is sacred or holy.

At last count, over 2200 US citizens have died in Iraq. This does not even begin to address the Iraqi victims. The actual number is unknown, and often in dispute, but even Dear Leader states it is in the tens of thousands.

In New Orleans, people are still awaiting the much promised FEMA trailers. The death toll is now over 1,300.

According to the National Poverty Center, over 13 million children lived in poverty in 2004. 13,000,000 sacred, holy lives. Living in poverty. Meantime, state goverments cut welfare and the federal government pushes for permanent tax cuts.

Since 1976, the United States has excecuted over 1000 human beings. Oddly enough, it would seem that the biggest supporter of the death penalty is often “pro-life.” Interesting, yes?

So back to the original question… whose life is sacred? Whose life is holy?

Overheard conversation…

Cricket is on the phone, talking her face off to one of her friends. Or, rather, I should say, to one of Gothboy’s friends. Gothboy’s girlfriend, Gothgirl. Cricket is yammering in her Cricket style fashion, which consists of a lot of “like” and “you know” and “no way!” presented in rapid fire succession in a way only tween and teen girls can fully comprehend.

In between all the “like” and “you know”, I hear the following…

Cricket, in a singsong voice: Hey Gothboy…
Gothboy, in a leave me the hell alone voice: What?
Cricket, still singsong: Gothgirl says she loves you. *giggle*
Gothboy, lowering his voice an octave but no longer sounding annoyed: I love her too.
Cricket: *giggle*
Sabre: AAAIIIEEEEE!

And there, with no trumpets and no fanfare, went all of my delusions that one of my sons would stay a little boy.

It has recently come to my attention that, on occasion, email sent to any of my various personal email addresses from Yahoo bounces with evil and dire messages about blacklisted hosts. It would appear that my host employs certain spam filtering agents, including the use of blacklists. Yahoo servers tend to find themselves blacklisted due to the amount of spam coming off of those servers. Joy.

What this means, my leetle love muffins, is that sometimes you can email me, and sometimes you cannot. Sometimes my host will graciously accept your email and forward it to me, and sometimes he will stare you down like a dog and refuse to deliver.

If you have recently tried to reach me, and have gotten a strange response including the words “permanent error”, I ask that you please have patience while this little idiosyncrasy is ironed out. Please feel free to use this handy dandy contact form and let me know that you’ve been trying to reach me. I will give you my work email address until this has been taken care of.

I haven’t posted since my post Christmas bitching, and I didn’t respond to the last comment left (no, Maven, I don’t think you are a bad person at all, I just found my buttons being pushed that day in a big way…) because we’ve been celebrating our holiday finally.

Mr. Knowitall, my oldest, came home with Cricket and Gothboy for a couple of weeks and I’ve been spending as much time with him as both of our psyches can allow. It has been, if nothing else, extremely emotionally draining on both of us.

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