A few I believe to be signs of the end!
I had always thought the signs of the Apocalypse consisted of Earthquakes, Volcanoes, Polar Ice Caps melting, Snuggies and New Republican Governors flexing their…political muscle. Well, let me tell you. These are far more scary! I did a full head slap when I first saw these. Buckle up. Tell me what you think.
1. Breast Feeding Baby Doll with Nursing Bra. The manufacturer states it is a nurturing tool. Sure! And what did you have with your side of funky mushrooms last night?
ABC News Video.
2. Padded Push Up Bikini Top for 8 year olds. Wow! I did not know this was a problem. Most eight year olds are busy being children. I know when you are over 50 you may need a bit more support, but 8? Naw!
Abercrombe & Fitch…What were you smoking at that party?
Starting a new job is a good thing. Right? 6 fun-filled hours a day in the rain, snow and icy cold wind blowing into, through and around my body. My drafty bus packed to the max with 75+ kids every day. Each a coughing, sneezing, little mucous filled germ carrier. Seems my fate is now sealed. I am working in a Petri Dish. Help Me!
It was a lovely day. Valentine’s Day to be exact. I started my new job that fateful morning at my local school district. While training I was hired as an aide on the bus route with the “bad kids” no one wanted to be with. Well heck, it can’t be that bad. Or, so I thought.
Now, my treat for the day! The elementary students consisting of Young-Fives to 5th graders that are really 9th grader wannabes. Yeah!! Mostly, these kids are so stinking cute. Daylight breaks on the horizon as we make our way for pick ups. These kids are wide-awake and ready to go. Tiny bodies carrying those enormous backpacks, lunch boxes and favorite things climb up the steps overflowing with shouts of “Hey Miss Barb know what I did? Hey Miss Barb wanna see my picture? And so on. Of course, the 5th graders being 5th graders are their sullen “Don’t even look at me” selves. Still, all are treated the same regardless of attitude. One student asked me how can I always be so happy? ” Easy, I said, I choose to be happy because I want to be. The student stared at me as if my hair was on fire! Breaking the tilted head stare, I stated “We all have choices. Either we can be happy or not happy.” So my “little pebble of wisdom” gets tossed into that Grand Canyon known as the 5th grade mind. Oh, well. It’s a start.
So it is now day 5, the “Strep Monster” comes calling. Doggone it! All that coughing, wheezing and hacking came my way. My eyes darted about the bus. Was it you? Maybe you? My mind pointing fingers as I looked up and down the rows. Aha! It is you isn’t it? You were out sick for 3 days. I looked at the sweet little face of a first grader. He smiles at me and waves his little hand. Oh man! Why did he have to smile at me. How can I be mad at that sweet little face?
Free Speech or Lack of Humanity.
Protests against military funerals going too far?�
As a young person in the 60’s, I grew up with Dan Rather and Walter Cronkite delivering the nightly news with a reel of video fresh off a plane from Southeast Asia. The reporters lead story always involved jungle battles, wounded soldiers, lots of blood, military talk of targets and “charlie” as the enemy. Cambodia, Laos and Viet Nam was our nightly Geography lesson. Amidst gunfire and mortar rounds, soldiers were being interviewed by fearless reporters following military units across the jungles. All this, giving a face to the War in Viet Nam for the people back home.
The second story on the nightly news was usually the Anti War Protests. These protesters had the right idea of sorts. The protests were held at Government Buildings, Recruiting Stations and College Campuses. Signs of “Stop the War”, “Bring Our soldiers Home” and shouts of “Freedom” could be heard in the background of each report. One thing strikes me as I look back on those days. I do not ever recall anyone at a military funeral holding signs of damnation or shouting verbal abuse aimed directly at the parent or spouse of a fallen soldier. Then gleefully proclaiming joy at their loss and expressing God’s Judgement to the dead.
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The protesters of the 60’s perhaps retained some of their humanity in understanding a family’s loss. The protesters chants were from their heart. Only wishing for an end to the daily loss of life. Regardless whether you agree or disagree with the War, burying a loved one should be left as a private time for that broken-hearted family.
Those much wiser than I are of the opinion that local residents could provide a quiet buffer zone between those cold-hearted souls and a soldiers last solemn moment of light. A moment of peace is the least we can do.
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