Month: May 2011

  • Field Trip to the State Capital and Museum

    My daughter S and her whole fourth grade had a trip to the State Capital and the State Museum Friday. Here are some of the pictures that she took…..


  • Hold me back please

    I emailed W’s teacher to see if it would be possible for him to repeat third grade. W thinks it is a great idea. He thinks it would help and he is one of the youngest in his class so it really wouldn’t make him older then the children he would be with next year. W loves the idea and since he is basically a year behind in everything it sounds like a good idea to me too but now it is wait and see if the school will go along with it. I doubt it happens very often that a parent asks for their child to be held back

  • Interesting Question


    If a religious couple prays for a sick child but does not seek medical treatment, and the child dies from the illness, should the parents be criminally prosecuted?

    I would love to hear your thoughts on this.

  • Freedom Is A State Of Mind

    Even in the initial stages of contact between European Christians and
    Native Indian people the stage was set for ethnocentrism, and the
    attitude towards the Indians was that of Christian superiority. The
    Indians were read a proclamation in Spanish which they had no hope of
    understanding, they had no hope of understanding the death sentence they
    were being read, and it went something like this:
    “We ask and require you to acknowledge the church as the ruler and
    superior of the whole world and the high priest called pope and in his
    name the king of Spain as lords of this land. If you submit we shall
    receive you in all love and charity and shall leave you, your wives and
    children and your lands free without servitude, but if you do not submit
    we shall powerfully enter into your country and shall make war against
    you, we shall take you and your wives and your children and shall make
    slaves of them and we shall take away your goods and shall do you all
    the harm and damage we can.”

    2000 years ago we were all tribal.
    Then came the missionaries with their fucking bible.
    1492 began the termination
    The holocaust of our Indian nations
    Yeah, with Christian love and a moral authority
    They killed our medicine men and stole our country
    I never claimed this shit was poetry
    It’s just the fucking lies of Christianity
    You will pray to the lord and get down on your knees
    Here’s a cross for your back and the coughing disease
    Though you helped us survive we will laugh while you bleed
    Then deny what we did, write our own history
    We will kidnap your children and cut off their hair
    Silence their language and outlaw their prayers
    Beat them blind until they believe
    In the blood of Jesus Christ our king
    Christians murdered Indians
    Columbus murdered children and now we have a holiday
    Still you want to deny your history
    Look to the sky for your god to justify
    As you commit cultural genocide
    Christians came and the natives they did hang
    13 at a time for Jesus and his gang
    We are the ones you had to dehumanize
    So your murder and greed could be justified
    The belly of the church is full
    With the blood of all those heathen fools
    Who would not receive the gift of Christ?
    So we burned them as a sacrifice
    To our baby killing god above
    To our mother church and all her love
    We will steal their gods and subjugate
    Those who don’t believe we’ll ahnilate

    “The Spaniards made bets as to who would slit a man in two or cut of
    his head with one blow. They tore babies from their mother’s breast by
    their feet and dashed their head against the rocks. They hanged Indians
    by thirteen in honor and reverence for their redeemer and their twelve
    apostles. They put wood underneath and with fire burned the Indians
    alive.”

    Christians murdered Indians
    We believe in the earth, the sky and dreams
    The universe and the creator who gave us these
    The sacred gift of life and human beings
    That makes you perpetrate the hate to ahnilate
    So here I am the savage civilized
    Voice of the dead and my ancestor’s cries
    And like the ghosts of this land you can’t erase
    I see blood on the hands of the master race.
    500 years of manifest destiny
    500 years of resistance to the enemy
    You have faith in the rivers, the mountains, the trees
    We’ve a murdering god to replace all of these
    With the blood of forgiveness you too can be free
    Or the wrath of Jehovah you’re sure to receive
    We will baptize you with the blood of the lamb
    With the sword and the gospel we will conquer your land
    You will join our church and be glad to be saved
    Or we’ll slaughter your children and your women we’ll rape.
    Christians murdered Indians
    I see blood on the hands of the master race.