Damn! Yesterday wore my ass out. You all were great about commenting. I have new people to stalk. Alex’s Mom and Shelly and Phil and Lacey Bean and Sherry.

But today? My inner activist is clawing my insides trying to escape.

I’m not usually the type that shouts about the unfairness and stupidity of others (well, until that fateful day in May when I started blogging), but I want to beat someone over the head with share my opinions about some, um, bullshit.

It’s important stuff y’all.

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This one is all over the blogosphere, so you’ve undoubtedly seen it and the posts that all of my wonderful friends and the ladies I stalk and those who actually read me have written.

I’m not a Facebook user, so I can’t take down my Facebook account. I didn’t breastfeed for many reasons (none of which were “breasts = pornography”, by the way), but I understand the humongorrific benefits of breastfeeding. And Facebook? Beyond stupidity.

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Insurance. Specifically, Health Insurance. For Kids. Vetoed.

Moms Rising, Moms Speak Up - they’re just as angry about it as me.

Let me take you back to a time in West-By-Gawd-Virginia when I worked in Human Resources. It was 1986. The economy sucked eggs - and I was working for less than peanuts after getting my Management degree (with honors). The Practice Husband made good money though, and we had health insurance. I thought that everyone had health insurance. It had never been an issue with my parents (who worked for city government).

My eyes were opened when I found out that the women who were working to try to support a family (whose husbands were laid off from the railroad, or the chemical company, or the coal mine) on $9000/year (yes, you read that right) were paying $125/month for health insurance. Right off the bat, nearly 17% of their before-tax salary was whisked away. So their kids could see a doctor.

It’s only gotten worse. Health insurance costs continue to rise. More people are un- or under-insured. These are our children.

I know it’s late notice, but take a look here for women who are acting on this and letting our Resident know they’re unhappy.

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I’m still prostituting my cause. You can steal my graphic to link (it’s over there, with the pretty ribbon and “Save the Boobies” title). So far, I’ve only gotten three people to link to that post. I’m sad. I don’t like begging. In fact, I’m whispering here. Get in on the contest. You don’t have to contribute. Just link.

—- My brain is tired. I want the weekend to be here. Shortman is sick with one of those late summer hacking colds. Do you know how much Benadryl it takes to knock out decongest a 6′3″ 210 lb sixteen year old? —-