If you live in Virginia, read the news, have your radar tuned to the feminist bat signal, whatever, you probably know all about the Delegate from Prince William County and his “oopsie!” about abortion and disabled children. Here’s what he originally said, via The Washington Post: “The number of children who are born subsequent to a first abortion who have handicaps has increased dramatically. Why? Because when you abort the firstborn of any, nature takes its vengeance on...
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090402/ap_on_re_as/as_afghan_women KABUL – A new Afghan law makes it legal for men to rape their wives, human rights groups and some Afghan lawmakers said Thursday, accusing President Hamid Karzai of signing the legislation to bolster his re-election prospects. Critics worry the legislation undermines hard-won rights for women enacted after the fall of the Taliban‘s strict Islamist regime. The law — which some lawmakers say was never debated in parliament —...
I don’t think religion is necessarily a bad thing. Well, no, let me rephrase that. I don’t think faith is a bad thing. I am a strong believer in the power of manifestation, of belief in the self. I have faith in myself, so I cannot fault others who have faith in books, deities or other spiritual endeavors. What makes me sad, however, is that the faith in the big religions is so powerfully wrong. What I’m learning, is that the words of prophets and saviors have been so twisted, altered...
He spoke to women, he asked their advice. He defied the rule that said women were inferior. He trusted them, he loved and guided them. He may have even married one. He came at a time when the fear of God was everywhere, and people may have been turning back to their “old ways” of worshiping a divine feminine deity. Whether Jesus was real or fabricated, he was the greatest manifestation of public relations that the world had seen. “I’m not so bad,” says God, “I’ll...
By Melia Lore. I was sitting on my porch, waiting for my friend to show up. The moon was new, and the sky was a dusky rose color. It was a hot and sweaty evening; an evening that conjures thoughts of moist skin touching and stolen kisses behind the boathouse. That night, I was wearing nothing but… oh wait, I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. I looked up from my porch and saw two young men walking in the distance. They were dressed in black pants, white shirts, and yes… backpacks. You...
