Warning: Controversial content

Here's a story about a mother who sent her kid to school with a swastika marked on her arm.

They are calling it the white pride case. While agree that a white person has every right to be proud of being white, I also think that using a symbol of Nazi origin is wrong. The symbol does not represent White Pride, mot moreso hatred of all other races or colors.

Now it's important not to confuse the issue. The terms White Pride, Native Pride, Black Pride etc., are all great things. These trerms should not be confused with White Power, Native Power or Black Power. These suggest a control element and are more easily viewed as a supremacy statement.

I submit that for all of us oxygen breathing, carnivore, vegitarian, lactose both tolerant and otherwise people, become proud and experienced in human being before deciding we have earned the right to be proud of the color of our skin.

All good things

Well after being away from the job I despize, I am on my way back. I managed about 4 years away acting in a few different jobs finally settling on one I love. It was an assignment and now I just got word that because of the economy, I am "frozen" until an organization revamp is done.

Good news is, I will be blogging a shitload more

6-8 weeks would have been nice

The hiring process in the Federal Government was never quick or easy.

I wrote teh exam to qualify for a competition in May of last year. The results wereren't known until the end of October. I scored a 80% which was enough to get me through to an interview which was completed in December.

If you think you have to wait for things where government is involved, try working (or try trying to work) for the bunch!

I am told to expect an answer in the next few weeks... Hold your breath!

I miss writing stuff

Jeremy walked outside to start his truck as he does each morning before leaving for a 35 minute commute from the country to work. The -30 degree temperature embraced him like a cricket bat to the face, the numbness was comparable.

Wearing nothink but flip flops which doubled as slippers and his housecoat, a gift from his wife and daughters, he hurriedly skipped through the snow toward his truck hoping that the lighter he stepped the less snow would cover and instantly freeze his toes. Being that he was a little heavy the lightest steps in the world would still result in a drift over his 5 piggies.

The engine groaned and turned slowly over twice, on the third, life sprung into his sleepy frozen engine. The RPM's rose and soon he departed confident that it would continue running while he executed the morning routine.

Stomping the snow out of his "slippers" was done with great care, since a house-full of sleeping women was not a place that would welcome stomping about at 6 a.m., the woodstove was still radiating a welcome heat near the door to the house, there were surely enough embers to re-ignite the the main source of heat. A few seasoned logs thrown on and it was time to Get coffee started, dress and sneak out of the house once more.