Inflamatory
(My Internet connection is still wonky at times. I’m having a harder time with some sites than others.)
I live in a socialized country yep yep.
I pay for my health care in little bits, here and there, over my life time in my taxes.
Yes, if I smoked I’d be paying $10.75 a pack of cigarettes because they are a great way to tax people, and yes, I pay a %7 tax in all goods and services.
But if I got cancer I wouldn’t get one large, or several large bills to pay. If I need an ambulance, I don’t have to worry about how I’m going to pay for it, its already paid!
Yes it means certain liberties might be less. For example, I have to wear a bike helmet (bike or motorbike etc) because if I got a head injury, I’d be a drain on the public health care system. But having to wear a bike helmet is a fair trade for being able to afford to keep a roof over my head if I get sick. It’s worth it if I get to live in a country where even the poorest people get health care, where… Continue reading
Repost: What’s It Worth To You?
If you are never late for work, yet never on time at an Open Circle?
If you always try to keep your promises, but feel justified in not showing up to help out at Pagan Pride Day like you said you would?
If you will go out of your way to buy that expensive latte at your favorite coffee shop, but never make an appearance at the local Pagan Coffee Meet & Greet?
If you donate to the food bank through work every year at Christmas, but somehow never remember to bring a can of beans when the local Pagan clergy are collecting for that same food bank or for Pagans going through hard times?
If you spend a fortune on cheap beer and yet have never bought a jug of mead from your local Heathen brewer?
If you always mean to do this or that ritual, but never get around to it for any real reason?
If you’ll spend $200 and a weekend drinking with your buddies, but never show up for Pagan Pub Night?
If you go to the pharmacy and buy up all the bottles labeled “herbal” but have never been to the actual herbalist in town?… Continue reading
The Square Peg
I have often thought that
If only I had been born into a tribal society
I would have been given a costume and drum
A place and role in society
And happily spent my life as a shaman serving my community
Instead I am stuck working retail
Moving through Western society as awkwardly
As a square peg jammed into a round hole
And practicing my spirituality behind closed doors
What a Flagger Does for a Living … and Dies For
I wrote this one years ago, but I still bring it out every spring when the roads open up and the construction season begins and since the Olympics are just around the corner in my hometown, and that means a lot of traffic and frustrated people. I thought I’d share it now.
My mother is a Traffic Control Person, also known as a flagger. You know, one of those people in the orange or yellow vest who stop you at construction sites.
Many people hate to see a flagger with a stop or slow sign in their hand step in front of their vehicle. After all, you don’t want to be 2 minutes late to get wherever you are going. Its such a pain in the butt to have to wait a few minutes, or to slow down when traveling through a construction zone. Many people tell my Mother that her job could be replaced by a bucket of sand, just stick the sign in that; who needs some person telling them how to drive?
The purpose of my Mothers job is very clear to her, even if you may not understand it. Her job is to protect the lives… Continue reading
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