Most Recent Posts Some Thoughts.....Posted Jun-02-08 14:06:49 PDT I just read a blog with a particularly disturbing comment. Said comment contained a very racially offensive epitaph. I am one of those people who literally cringe when I hear that particular word. I even cringe when I see it in simple print. I live in the south, believe me, I hear that word more than I can stomach at times, yet each and every time I do hear it, I voice my own opinion about how reprehensible I find racial slurs to be, of any kind. Oh, yes, I have been sworn at, cussed out, even called a *lover* of that particular word. I don't mind, and I don't even get mad or upset when called profane names, for you see, none of it could disturb me as much as I feel disturbed when I hear another human being utter racial slurs. I will tell you this though....no matter how long I am on the face of this earth...I will never understand, nor accept such pure bigotry. I have been surprised at some of the people that I have come across on my journey through this life , who think it is perfectly acceptable to refer to another person in a racially derogatory manner. I have had lengthy conversations with many people here in the south, some of whom feel that racial epitaphs are perfectly acceptable, some of whom think they are reprehensible.....and I will tell you this......no matter how well educated some of these people have been, when it came right down to the issue of race, those who think racial epitaphs are perfectly acceptable, were the most pathetically ignorant, narrow minded people I have ever encountered. " Set in their ways " " a different generation" and " generations of bigotry " does not even begin to describe those people. Anyone, even those raised in the most racist environment can choose to educate themselves, or not. Make no mistake about this either : those who make excuses for their own or others reprehensible conduct, are only fooling themselves. There is no excuse, period. How can anyone justify using a racial epitaph? You can't. Spin it any way you desire, you simply can not. Just my thoughts. Have a lovely month of June ! ~ Kimberly
A Quick Hello from KimsWhimsyPosted Jun-02-08 12:56:38 PDT Stopping in quickly for a simple * hello * leaving you with this .... A beautiful, inspirational flash movie with equally beautiful music... Enjoy ! ~ Kimberly
Copyright Duirwaigh Films/ Duirwaigh Gallery
KimsWhimsy : A Final Farewell To Matt MaupinPosted Apr-25-08 08:26:13 PDT KimsWhimsy : My Thought for the Day !Posted Apr-24-08 08:26:42 PDT Updated Apr-24-08 08:27:39 PDT KimsWhimsy Book Review : The Life Before Her Eyes : Laura KasischkePosted Apr-24-08 07:26:51 PDT Updated Apr-24-08 08:28:09 PDT From Library Journal KimsWhimsy Note : I purchased this book after seeing previews for the film that has been produced from the novel. I usually always read the book prior to seeing the film. The novel started out fluid enough, however, the constant switching back and forth from the past to the present grew old quickly, simply because there was no smooth transition. The end of the book was a major disappointment. I can only hope the film is better, MUCH better. I have heard it is, and plan to see it soon. I suggest NOT wasting your money on the book, borrow it, find it in a second hand book store, or check it out from your local library. Certainly don't pay full price for it. ~ Kimberly
The Film:
http://www.lifebeforehereyes.com/
KimsWhimsy : Message in a BottlePosted Apr-15-08 18:45:30 PDT This message is intended for ONE person only and they know full well who they are. While checking personal email this evening, I noticed an email letting me know I had received an eBay messsage. So, I log on to read it. Ok. read it. All I can say is this. I will write of whatever I wish on my blog here. If you don't like it, or think it is aimed at you, it is pretty simple. Don't read it. Better yet, don't send me a hateful message. I would have responded via messages to you, however, you have a proven pattern of posting correspondence, and turning it into something ugly and I refuse to play into that game. If I ever questioned being sick of your misogynistic bull$hit before, I certainly don't now. Don't threaten me. You, my dear, can.go.straight.to hell. ~ Kimberly
KimsWhimsy : Words of the DayPosted Apr-14-08 17:12:50 PDT o•pin•ion•at•ed
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con•ceit•ed
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dog•mat•ic
~~ As in : The person readily describes them self as being " overly opinionated ". However, in reality..... it reads/sounds like a very loud,vicious dog barking. Foaming at the mouth and all. ew.
~ Kimberly
KimsWhimsy : Question of the DayPosted Apr-14-08 14:59:42 PDT To Kiss, or Not to Kiss. That is The Question. My Auntie and Uncle worked hard to prepare me for the fact that life is full of disappointments, great and small, and I am grateful to them for going through the effort to do this. I don't approve of all the methods they used, but at least they tried. One of the things I was taught at a young age is that a portion of the human population is made up of derriere-kissers, and geeze o' man, were Auntie and Uncle ever right about this one, and that being a derriere-kisser is being less of a human being. Please do not kiss people's derrieres, including mine. Do not think it gets you anywhere, because a person whose derriere you are kissing probably thinks less of you for it, and if kissing their derriere improves their opinion of you, then their opinion of anything is basically worthless. I have known some real derriere-kissers in my time. It is a sorry sight to see these wretches at work. If you are kissing someone's derriere, don't think for a second that everyone around you does not realize it is happening, and in my case seeing someone kissing derriere, is so nauseating that I have to turn away in disgust and out of pure shameful pity for the derriere-kisser. To me, derriere-kissers are like one of those Untouchable caste members in India. I have to avert my eyes. To look at a derriere-kisser, especially while the derriere-kissing is in progress, is like staring into the blazing sun. A known derriere-kisser does not have a name worth preserving. There are some who enjoy having their derrieres-kissed. I believe that enjoying having your derriere kissed is a despicable trait...when it's done in an a$$- kissing sort of way. Sadly, for some unknown reason, these sort of people are always the ones who are in the position of having people pucker up to their butts all the time. Sorry, but you can count me right the heck out of both sides of that equation. So do me a favor, people. Take stock of yourself right now, right down to your core, and assess whether or not you are an a$$-kisser. If you are, stop it right now. The world will be a better place for it. If you aren't, at least give some thought to going up to someone you know who is and tell them to knock it off right now. Some things are not acceptable, and this is one of those things. Stop an a$$-kisser and help save the world !! I can just picture several a$$ kissers sitting there, on their derrieres, while they roll this thought around in their empty heads.
~ Kimberly
KimsWhimsy : A Few Personal ObservationsPosted Apr-14-08 14:16:53 PDT 1. I have never watched a " soap opera ". Ever. I do imagine though, that eBay blogs , at times, can rival any soap opera out there ! So, I can now say I have read a soap opera. 2. I still cannot decifer yak-yak. Snotty, self important, yak-yak slays me into fits of laughter. I always think of Dr Seuss on crack. 3. I have decided that just because one is elderly and/or ill, does not immediately warrant respect, or even civility at certain points in disreputable behavior. Being a mean spirited bigot is never OK in my personal book of "to do or not to do". 4. There is much more good here , than bad. However , those bad ones still need a good slap upside their repugnant little heads. Perhaps it would knock some sense into them. Or, at the very least, make them close their yakking honkers for a bit. Have a lovely day Y'all !! ~ Kimberly
KimsWhimsy : Rudyard Kipling : The Female of the SpeciesPosted Apr-14-08 13:34:03 PDT Updated Apr-14-08 13:44:30 PDT Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)
The Female of the Species
When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can.
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Man's timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
For the Woman that God gave him isn't his to give away;
But when hunter meets with husband, each confirms the other's tale--
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Man, a bear in most relations--worm and savage otherwise,--
Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise.
Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact
To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.
Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,
To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.
Mirth obscene diverts his anger--Doubt and Pity oft perplex
Him in dealing with an issue--to the scandal of The Sex!
But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame
Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same;
And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,
The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.
She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
May not deal in doubt or pity--must not swerve for fact or jest.
These be purely male diversions--not in these her honour dwells.
She the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else.
She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great
As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate.
And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim
Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.
She is wedded to convictions--in default of grosser ties;
Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him who denies!--
He will meet no suave discussion, but the instant, white-hot, wild,
Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.
Unprovoked and awful charges--even so the she-bear fights,
Speech that drips, corrodes, and poisons--even so the cobra bites,
Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw
And the victim writhes in anguish--like the Jesuit with the squaw!
So it comes that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer
With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her
Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands
To some God of Abstract Justice--which no woman understands.
And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
Must command but may not govern--shall enthral but not enslave him.
And She knows, because She warns him, and Her instincts never fail,
That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male.
Notes 9] Hurons and Choctaws: aboriginal Iroquoians living about Lake Huron, and Muskogeans living in Mississippi and Alabama. 10] squaws: wives.
Rudyard Kipling's Verse: Definitive Edition (London: Hodder and Stoughton, 1940): 367-69.
Form: quatrains
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