I was walking past the salad bar in the grocery store today and noticed that they had put little signs with the amount of calories in front of every single thing. Insane. They could at least put a flap over that, so those of us who don’t want to know don’t have to see that it’s 620 calories for a spoon of something. I never buy anything from the salad bar but the point is that more joy is being sucked out of life.
I was talking to the guy in produce and mentioned it. He said, in a growly voice, “You can thank the government for that.” I said I wouldn’t thank the government for anything and he agreed. I told him that their sales were going to go down because people would stop buying the food once they saw how many calories were in a spoonful and he agreed.
I think this is being done on purpose…just like everything else. It’s one more way to demoralize the masses, to take happiness away from us. It the way to promote depression and misery. The government wants everyone to be unhappy because unhappy people just watch more TV and grumble, then go to bed. Happy people ignore the government and just live their lives drinking chocolate malts and eating cake. That’s how life is supposed to be. That’s what the government doesn’t want us to have. We have no idea if the calorie numbers on the wee cards are even correct. They could write anything on those little cards and we wouldn’t know it was wrong. We’re idiots who will believe ANYTHING. I’m not afraid of food and I don’t believe the numbers are correct. I think it’s another hateful tactic to destroy the quality of life. The government is the great destroyer of joy, quality of life and freedom…now they have their fingers in our food. *%@Z&+ them.
I thought it was okay to use Pinterest photographs on our blogs. I always give the artists credit and put all the available info under the picture. It has come to my attention that this is walking a fine line, so I will trying to find different pictures to write about. I’m so sorry about this because I love writing stories about the beautiful things on Pinterest. However, if there is any question at all about using the pictures, I won’t do it.
If any of you have information about this issue please let me know. Thank you.
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I have a Master’s Degree in Women’s Studies. Most women/girls know little, or nothing, about the brave and dedicated women who came before them because what women did is NOT taught in schools. Now days, a few well known women are sometimes MENTIONED, but our herstory IS NOT TAUGHT. Without knowing what our foremothers gave up so that we could get an education, vote, work, own property and have right to keep our children, we can’t understand why it’s important to keep fighting for women’s rights. We worked to get Title IX passed because Title IX gives girls the right to play sports and get funding. It’s so important that females know that the rights they have today, and often take for granted, were fought for by women who had to break all the rules just to speak in public. I’m grateful to these courageous women for what they did and for all women. Warriors, each and every one
One thing we all need to remember is that when women were on the streets, fighting for their rights to LIVE, they were fighting from NOTHING, THEY WERE NOT PRIVILEGED, they had no POWER, they had NO MONEY, but they did it anyway. They faced ridicule, beatings, being jailed and they were shunned, all so that women could be free. Men HAD THE POWER TO STOP THEM but the women would not QUIT they would not GIVE UP, they did it for US, for their children and their children and all the girls who would be born after they were gone. They were shinning stars that would not stop because they wanted a better world for those who came after them. Amazing women and THAT is exactly why nothing is taught about them BECAUSE THEY HAD NOTHING AND WERE AMAZING AND FOUGHT AND NEVER STOPPED UNTIL THEY GOT WHAT THEY WANTED AND THE MEN COULDN’T STOP THEM. I WANT THAT AGAIN.
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Spirit remembered being human. She remembered wearing clothes and reading books. She thought she was happy then, in a body, living in a house, eating at a table, but once she was running through the snow, her muscles straining, her lungs heaving, she knew that being human was something she would never miss. She loved being what she was, she loved the rush, the power. She loved being free and she loved feeling truly alive, so she let go of her memories, once and for all, and became the pure magic that was her.
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I posted this poem in October of 2013
the raven sat