Is Your Jogging Addiction More Important than your Child’s Life?

I am so pissed off right now and I wish to God I had a dash cam.

Yesterday was a beautiful day and, evidently, a great day for a jog. Thankfully, I know to drive at a moderate speed on the windy country roads near my home. The same roads that have NO shoulders and no room for error when you come upon a bicyclist or neighbor out for a stroll. I think there are much better places to enjoy the great outdoors than on the side of a narrow path-like roadway. The need to dodge oncoming cars and the possibility of being launched into the rhubarb off the bumper of an SUV sucks the charm right out of the experience for me.

So, around a blind corner I come and there to my right is a svelte young woman pushing a jogging stroller. My immediate reaction is the same as always, mumbling to myself about the fine line between compulsion and stupidity. But my focus moves from the mother’s face to the child in the stroller, and my heart breaks.

The young boy sees my car and claps both his hands over his eyes, his lips pursed together, as he braces and waits to die.

I’ve never seen its like before. And it sickened me. I was this close to stopping the car and giving the woman a piece of my mind. THISCLOSE. But I didn’t, because I do not relish the thought of being arrested for verbally accosting a moron. What I need is someone to explain to my why it is so many folks have taken leave of their senses. That child is going to have some sort of mental memory of that experience and you can’t tell me he won’t.

I went through a glass door when I was five years old. That was almost fifty years ago. What I remember is blood and glass and screaming. We lived in the Bronx, on Baychester Avenue. A neighbor jumped over the front fence to get to me and I can still see the white socks he had on. No shoes. He ran into the glass and blood in his pure white stocking feet. He and the others huddled me into a car and drove me to the hospital where I was stitched up in a torturous manner, a cast put on my arm to keep me from pulling everything out as I healed.

The point I’m making is this: it happened when I was FIVE YEARS OLD. I am almost fifty five yet I remember it as if it were yesterday. How many times has that mom pushed her little boy up that road, using him as a buffer between her and oncoming traffic? How will it affect him in the long run? I am a grown woman who still puts my hands out when I get near a glass door or window. I’m the one hanging something on the sliders so nobody will walk into them. I was permanently affected. Will he also be? In my opinion, he will. The only question is, how.

My fall was my own fault. I tripped on the weather stripping as I skipped down the hall in my apartment building. My mother walked a few feet behind me, yet could do nothing to stop what happened. They tell me she was so distraught she couldn’t even speak.

My heart breaks for that little boy. I get that jogging is a healthy form of exercise for some people. But all I can think of is the selfishness of that mother and the psychological trauma she is visiting upon her child in order to enjoy her sport. Seriously, is the endorphin rush worth the risk? I don’t think it is. Use the brain you were born with.

For pity’s sake, buy a damned treadmill.


The #Chattanooga Gunman – NOT a “Typical American Kid” – a blog post

Another terrible shooting occurred yesterday. A 24 year old man riddled a military recruiting station with bullets and then killed four marines and wounded many others at a Chattanooga, Tennessee naval base. Once again we are mourning lives lost and trying to make sense of a murderer’s actions. My thoughts and prayers go out to the families of those killed or injured.

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Yahoo News, Now Serving the KoolAid

I thought I could let this pass. It’s not as though I should be surprised. I think the wham-bam is what got me. So I just have one simple question.

Yahoo, have you lost your mind completely?

Here’s the wham: Story number one:


An attorney from Kenya, a Mr. Felix Kiprono, age unkown (I’m afraid to ask, actually) has offered our President Obama fifty cows, seventy sheep and thirty goats for the hand in marriage of his sixteen year old daughter Malia: a young lady he admits “falling for”, from afar, when she was ten years old.

Holy freeholies, Yahoo. This is not a feel-good story! On the creepiness scale, this one not only rings the bell, it blows it clean off and clear across the carnival. He wants to BUY our President’s child! Not only does he want to buy her, it doesn’t sound like he thinks she should have any say in the whole transaction. And he decided he wanted to be her husband when she was still playing with dolls. Disgusting. My favorite line in the story? Continue reading

Saul Alinsky, Communism & The Things We Hold Onto

A relative sent us an email today. It’s one of those well-traveled internet memes of unconfirmed origin seeking to engage us, albeit briefly, and illicit enough emotional response to prompt forwarding. Compelling at first, the newspaper clipping is supposed to have been saved “in a bible” by someone’s mother for many years. Mom, it said, was a teacher and “believed in prophesy” (sic) so “she always kept up on issues”, evidently by tucking them away in the good book.


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Merry Christmas! ( hope that doesn’t offend) – A Blog Post

A Facebook friend posted a brief treatise on the holiday season which began with the line “Jesus is not the reason for the season for everyone” and described her dissatisfaction at feeling that the Christian holidays were being forced upon folks. This is my reply to both her and a few of her other friends who decided to respond vigorously to my simple question, “Why the anger toward Christians?”

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On Election Day, What Would Ayn Rand Do?

Did you really think we want those laws observed? said Dr. Ferris. We want them to be broken. You’d better get it straight that it’s not a bunch of boy scouts you’re up against… We’re after power and we mean it… There’s no way to rule innocent men. The only power any government has is the power to crack down on criminals. Well, when there aren’t enough criminals one makes them. One declares so many things to be a crime that it becomes impossible for men to live without breaking laws. Who wants a nation of law-abiding citizens? What’s there in that for anyone? But just pass the kind of laws that can neither be observed nor enforced or objectively interpreted – and you create a nation of law-breakers – and then you cash in on guilt. Now that’s the system, Mr. Reardon, that’s the game, and once you understand it, you’ll be much easier to deal with.”

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