Healthy War; Is Not This an Oxymoron?

So, I guess this is a little late considering the health care bill was passed sunday night, but the time lapse has not dulled my feelings on the subject. Virtually ever since he took office, President Obama has been pushing this Bill; to reform the healthcare of America. Apparently heathcare has been a problem for decades which is why he's pushing so hard, and I completely understand his reasoning. However, I think he needs to sort out his priorities a little bit. Why is this bill so important when there are still two pointless wars being faught in the Middle East? Every day, any number of people are losing their lives under the orders of a government whose first priority isn't to bring them home. Yes, the govenrment has been working on bringing soldiers home, but sooner or later, they're sent back. Some people are on their 2nd or 3rd tour! There are children who have both parents taken from them. We have had troops deployed in Afghanistan for 9 years and in Iraq for 7. All that's left is senseless violence. Why is the government still supporting a war that was started under false pretenses by a president who's mindless idiocy has cost this country thousands of lives, families oceans of tears, and so many broken hearts? This war needs to end! The government needs to get its head on straight and BRING THE TROOPS HOME!!!!!!!!

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Cliff Claven Killed Duncan!

Haha, okay this is totally random, but I was watching Cheers and there was a reference to Macbeth. It was an insignificant detail that would be unknown to those who do not know the play well. But in probably the last show you'd expect to see a refernce to classic literature, there it was. Due to some suspicious events, the regulars at the bar became convinved that Cliffy had killed his mother and chopped her into little pieces. Anyway, there was one scene where he told Fraiser that he tried to wash his hands but they just wouldn't come clean.
It was hilarious because it was Cliffy.

Ostara

March 20 is the 2010 Spring Equinox. On this day there will be equal hours of light and dark, day and night. It is a changing of the seasons, the cold, bland days of winter are over and life is being renewed before our eyes. In ancient times, this day was known as Ostara, named after the pagan goddess Eostre. This holiday is a celebration of rebirth and new life. Wiccans and Pagans today still celebrate and revere this day with rituals and offerings to the Mother Goddess and their patron diety. Life begins again, and the light grows stronger and reaches toward Litha (Summer Solstice) with fervent ardor. Happy Ostara! Blessed be.

Witch's Brew: Macbeth Allusion

Yesterday, I was reading one of my favorite books called The Secret Circle. As I was reading, I came across an allusion that I'd never noticed before. Cassie (the protagonist), upon meeting her grandmother for the first time, makes some very interesting judgements about the old woman. Her grandmother is not a stereotypical cushy, cuddly grandmother. This one walks with a cane, has a hump, has untidy coarse hair, and a giant mole. "Cassie kept half expecting her to go over to te iron pot and stir it while muttering, 'Double, double, toil, and trouble...'"(Smith 56)
When I read this part, I actually started laughing out loud becuase it was so ironic. It's ironic becuase The Secret Circle is about a secret coven of witches, but at this point in the book, Cassie hasn't learned this yet. It's kind of like, duh she looks like a witch becuase she is one!
Anyway, that was my allusion.

Missing Home

Pictures may be worth a thousand words, but
memories are worth a million.
As the rain falls softly on desperate life,
I think of elsewhere, land of heart but
not of birth.
When the wind brings me the scent
of dampened earth,
I shiver in rememberance of
the power that stole me.
The magic that soothed me, the
caress that healed me.
The ageless hills and the misty ruins,
forever before my minds eye, coaxing
the dull ache from the depths of
memory.
The love that enveloped me, the
fairy touch that drew the words from
my stubborn pen.
The history whispered belonging.
The smell of the rain and the embrace
of the wind bring tears to my eyes.
A part of me is missing,
a part of me left behind.
Home.