Fight the Night

Why do women bellow

Why do women fight

Is it men who are our enemy?

Must we battle them with might?

A world at war within itself

Rips itself apart

Are we really enemies?

Or is it something else, quite dark.

The darkness takes us over

Woman caves, Man succumbs

Shadows race to shroud us –

Reach out for the light!

fellow women, be sisters,

fellow men, our brothers.

Let’s Fight against the Night.

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Christmas gifts, who needs ’em?

Free gifts are the best gifts of all. It is not what the media wants you to think. The brightest, biggest, newest, cheapest, or most expensive and trendiest “things” are loudly advertised in a Christmas frenzy to empty pockets.

Meanwhile empty pockets remain empty, stitched on to a shirt which is stripped from a shivering back in a snow-sprinkled park. The frenzy picks up as flashy displays of wealth are well, literally flashing on and off all over town. Pretty lights. Cold.

Free gifts are the ones where someone with more gives to someone who does not have enough. It is not a loan, and no interest is charged. It is a gift given freely. Not an exchange. Christmas is not about free gifts. It is about an exchange of gifts between people who have enough.

Christmas is not about giving to the poor. If it were, then you would see everyone giving to the poor, and there would be no-one exchanging gifts, whether exorbitantly expensive, or cheap plastic rubbish to add to planetary pollution.

Free gifts are the best gifts. Who needs more?

Wild Game: Open Season on Opinions

Duck! Shoot that was close! There was a game I played when I was 19 as part of a TV/Film Acting group. We all wrote our strongest belief or opinion on a piece of paper. A line-up of chairs faced a single chair under the spotlight. I gave my piece of paper to the group and walked to the single chair not knowing what to expect. I felt like a sitting duck! My job was to shoot down my own strongest belief. The rest of the group argued loudly in support of my genuine belief! It was Open Season to shoot down my negative view.

Have a go by writing your strongest opinion into a comment. Then press the Reply button on your own comment, and argue the opposite!

Then go hunting for your fellow bloggers’ comments, click the Reply button on their original belief, and argue in support of it. Your reply will line up with the rest under the original comment.

Everyone can join this wild game – many different views can be fired off on this post.

For those who may not have commented before, this could be a perfect opportunity to have some fun standing your ground on an opinion, or playing devil’s advocate.

The belief on my piece of paper was, “I believe in God.”

Pack-rape not pre-meditated?

Does judgement

reflect the culture

of our community?

http://sunlive.co.nz/news/36028-pyes-pa-pack-rapists-sentenced.html

The Honourable Justice

http://www.alta2011.com/keynote_speakers.html

An appeal to Justice

http://www.sunlive.co.nz/news/57374-convicted-rapists-appeal-case.html

How do you judge young “respectable” high achievers with jobs and future prospects?

http://www.nzherald.co.nz/bay-of-plenty-times/news/article.cfm?c_id=1503343&objectid=11084147

Does commercial law give a good background for judging cases involving sex offenders?

Is hitting someone worth greater punishment than raping someone?

 

Does judgement

reflect the culture

of our community?

 

Who is teaching this culture?

Opinions are beasts of burden…

Opinions
are beasts
of
burden

Carrying
the weight
of emotions
experiences
mixed media messages
forced through tv sets
computer screens
radio ears
ipod streams

Delivering
life or death on a plate
of words, gentle as honey
sharp as a dagger
and
when
looked
down
upon,
stink
like
a
dead
cat.

The tale bent
where it was run over.

—-
In response to Project O at aopinionatedman.com where a huge selection of posts are building up, each one devoted to one blogger’s opinion, on opinions. The more I read, the more I realize how an opinion is acceptable to those who are of the same opinion. And that there are broad groups that align to certain opinions, or ways of thinking, or a way of life.

Those outside those groups are deemed to have smelly opinions by those inside the groups.

And although the outsider may express their story, it can reach the ears of the insider in a distorted fashion. As crooked as a cat’s tail. (Did you spot that the poem is concrete? Do you see the cat’s bent tail?) The poem-cat offers a strange perspective, just as some people’s opinions are judged as strange due to the angle they are viewed from. Notably, the cat is upright, and its ‘tale’ holds weight.

The cat is seen as dead, a state in which no opinion is called for, from a cat. So, an undesirable opinion is like a dead cat dressed up in funeral clothes handing out appetizers to the begrudging gravediggers who hope to have it buried by lunchtime.

An opening exists for the Opinion to Shine. There are a pair of listening ears, an eager mind. Powers of thought and reason disciplined by love, and nourished with respect.

The large group turns away, black-suited backs braced against the smell.

While the sweet scent of light, truth, and understanding, intoxicates the open mind. The flame is passed on. The burden of truth.