Tag Archives: Politics

A Chicken in Every Pot…A Pop-Tart in Every Toaster

It’s nearly election day. You haven’t read anything political on this blog because I don’t really follow what’s going on.

Which is why you should vote for me, Thoughtsy Appear, in your write-in vote. Lorraine will be my running mate.

I promise you…

  • A chicken in every pot.
  • A car in every garage.
  • A Pop-Tart in every toaster.
  • Ice cream in every freezer.

And a Zombie Apocalypse Readiness Plan. I can’t believe this topic didn’t come up in the debates.

Also, people keep talking about a bacon shortage. What about a potential chocolate shortage? Why isn’t anyone worried about that?

In addition to a Zombie Apocalypse Readiness Plan, we’ll need a Chocolate-Shortage Readiness Plan as well. These will be my first orders of business.

Remember…a vote for me is a vote for chocolate.


Write a Letter of Appreciation Week

Dear Medics,

In the past, I’ve posted about the Soldiers who lost their lives in Iraq and Afghanistan, but today I’d like to thank you, the medics.

Awhile back I attended a Special Operations medical conference in Tampa. (See? I told you I was in the Special Ops with Pauly Shore.)

Several of the speakers at the conference were medics in Iraq or Afghanistan.

And those medics are stronger than I am. Why?

Not just because I tend to scream things like Ewwww! Blood! But because of triage.

Seeing there is nothing you can do to save a patient, having the patient beg you not to leave, and then moving on to the next person in hopes that you can save him. And doing that over and over again.

Why else?

  • Because you treated wounded children.
  • Because you couldn’t do anything for some of those children.
  • Because you held fellow Soldiers as they passed away.
  • Because although you did everything that you could, lives were still lost.
  • Because you do that day after day…again and again.

It’s not just military medics that do that, people in the civilian world (like fellow blogger Esme) do their best to save lives every day.

Thank you for not only saving lives, but also for trying.

Thoughtsy

Today is the last day of Write a Letter of Appreciation Week. Maybe write a thank you note to a medic, doctor, nurse, or anyone else that you think deserves it today.


Putting a Name With the Number

I have a 10-minute commute, so I don’t listen to the radio much. Don’t hate. I’ve been driving 45-90 minutes (one way) for years.

I also don’t have cable, so I don’t watch the news. Perhaps I should have led with this instead. Then you’d feel sorry for my TVlessness.

I don’t get a newspaper either. I’m pretty much the most uninformed person ev-er.

Did you know we’ve had troops in Afghanistan and Iraq since 2001 and 2003? Who knew? Not me.

Ok, so I knew that. I’m not that disconnected.

But you know what I didn’t know? Four people from my town died in Afghanistan.

And exactly 2 years ago today….

  • Spc. Zachary Taylor Myers from Delaware, OH, died in an explosion in Iraq. He was 21 years old.
  • Hospitalman James Ray Layton from Riverbanks, CA, died in an ambush in Afghanistan. He was 22.

CNN has an extremely sobering but informative website that shows the number of casualties in Operation Enduring Freedom (OEF) and Operation Iraqi Freedom (OIF).

I encourage you to go check out the site. You can see the people who served and were from your city. It tells you where they’re from, where they died, and it shows their picture. And if you knew that person, you can post a memory about them.

For a project for work, I’m researching OEF and OIF, and that’s how I stumbled upon the CNN site.

Approximately, 2,689 soldiers have died in Afghanistan and 4,793 in Iraq. Why not take a few moments today to put a face with the numbers?


Helping the Economy One Candy at a Time

All of you people who gave up chocolate or sweets for Lent…are you done withholding yet?

 Because you’re killing me, Smalls. And you’re killing the economy.

Let me explain. Because you aren’t consuming sweets, store shelves are overflowing with impossible-to-resist candy.

  • Cadbury creme eggs
  •  Cadbury chocolate eggs (Has anyone tested Cadbury chocolate to make sure crack isn’t an ingredient?)
  • Jelly beans
  • Chocolate bunnies
  • Reese’s peanut butter eggs

The Easter candy looks so sad sitting on the shelves. So lonely. Even the Peeps beckon to me.

So because you aren’t buying it, I have to buy it. All of it. It’s a dirty job, but somebody’s gotta do it.

Think of the candy. Candies need homes, too.

Imagine what you can do with just a dollar a day.

Plus, the economy is in trouble. Someone has to pick up the slack of the nonsweets eaters during this time of year.

And that person is me. Remember that when I run for President in the next election.

Thoughtsy: The Woman Who Singlehandedly Saved the Economy One Candy at a Time


For the Dead and the Living We Must Bear Witness

Over the weekend, Kiefer and I visited the Holocaust Museum. It wasn’t my first visit (I went in middle school), but I’ve been wanting to return for awhile now, hence why it’s on my 30 Before 30 List.

Upon entering the museum, you are given an Identification Card. This card tells the story of a real person who lived during the Holocaust. My person was Magda Hellinger.

So much of what I learned from the museum was shocking, but here are just a few things:

  • The Nazi party was extremely organized. Once Hitler was in power, antisemitic laws passed extremely quickly. One exhibit shows a list of new laws passed nearly every day.
  • 33,371 people were murdered in just 2 days at Babi Yar.

Over Babi Yar, the wild grasses rustle. The trees look ominous, like judges. And everything is one silent cry. Baring my head, I feel myself turning gray. And I am one massive, soundless scream above the many thousand buried here.—Yevgeny Yevtushenko

  • The medical experiments people endured made me sick to my stomach. (Check Ms. FnkyBee’s post from yesterday.)
  • When prisoners at the concentration camps were freed, their struggle still wasn’t over. Many still died in the first couple weeks after rescue because their bodies were so undernourished their stomaches couldn’t handle the food they received.

The museum has a lot of pictures that really break your heart: bodies piled upon bodies and people so skinny that it makes the children on those $1-a-day commercials almost look well-fed.

When he left, Kiefer asked, “How can people not believe this really happened?” Which made me wonder, Do people still question whether or not the Holocaust actually took place?

If you have some free time today, why don’t you read a story of a Holocaust victim?