Yeah, you see the irony! Here they have an opportunity to prove their commitment to a truly “pro-life” agenda and seize a timely moment to talk about inequality, unemployment and families trying to get by on next-to-nothing, but they’re choosing the “Let’s get all the boys together and whine about stupid sluts” route.
Your tax dollars at work. Leadership at its finest.
Sarah Palin was “caribou Barbie,” now Wendy Davis is “abortion Barbie.”
Regardless of how I feel about either of their political views, it’s really alarming that in 2013 America doesn’t even attempt to hide its inclination towards silencing a woman’s point of view by referring to her as an object. Not just an object, but a fucking toy.
Women aren’t just inanimate — they are playthings to be manipulated.
Fuck, at least try to be creative.
GOP Guide: How to talk to women
The joke is it’s not a joke…
I know many many liberals. I have not met one who is annoyed by said greeting. So if you were dumb enough to spend money on some busted-ass comic sans covered T-shirt b/c you were promised it would annoy liberals…the joke’s on you. If anything it just makes me laugh at you more.
If the opposite of pro is con, what is the opposite of progress?
I didn’t know Eric Williams. Never met the guy. I randomly stumbled upon his blog at about this time last year when I was attempting to research a short story I wanted to write.
I specifically looked for blogs kept by soliders while on active duty in Iraq or Afghanistan. Sgt. Williams saw active duty in both places.
He starts his blog in April 2008 quite simply:
im a line medic for 1-6 inf out of Germany. recently deployed to iraq. just here to post some pics for family and friends
Over the next four years he, for lack of a better word, grows. He serves his time and heads back to the states where he trains for a better position. He receives promotions. He sees friends die in combat and to PTSD after they return home. He thinks critically and questions the mission of the military engagements and the way some of his fellow soldiers fall in line so easily. He begins using proper grammar and punctuation, he writes lengthier posts and includes his thoughts and feelings, rather than just the “pics” he promised. He meets a woman. He gets married. He re-deploys.
The last post on Sgt. Williams’ blog is dated July 17, 2012 and titled “Coming Home"… He states:
This deployment is coming to an end, in a few days we will be on a plane back to the United States to rejoin our family and friends and to try to readjust to a certain semblance of what we think life should be. The truth is everything has changed, we collectively have changed. We have changed as people, as an army, as citizens of the United States. We face uncertainty in nearly every aspect of our lives. Our families have been without us for a year and we have only two weeks to try to enjoy the extremely limited time we have with them before its back to the daily grind. Two weeks to try to reconnect, although this process can take weeks, months or even years. There is no promise that any of us will return unchanged. But we collectively have been granted access to something few ever see, or choose to see for that matter. We have bared witness to the atrocities of war. We have thrust ourselves into the midst of chaos in order to do something so important, so visceral, that few will ever understand what it means. We collectively have risked it all and put everything on the line to save our fellow man, regardless of nationality, race, religion or sex. I for one will reflect on these experiences for decades to come.
Unfortunately, Sgt. Williams was not given decades to reflect on his time in the military. He didn’t grow old sharing beers with fellow veterans at the local VFW. He was killed by enemy fire just six days after writing this post, not a week away from his return home.
Today marks a year since Sgt. Eric Williams was killed at age 27. When I started reading Eric’s blog, I didn’t know it would end so abruptly. I didn’t know the sad fate he’d met. After completing my read-through, feeling like I knew this person in a way you’d know an old friend, I googled his name, only to find out he’d been killed days earlier.
I don’t know why I’m sharing this on tumblr, other than I think we may often forget the faces and the names of those lost in combat. Especially when the politics of war take center stage.
Photo taken from myfriendthemedic.blogspot.com