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  •  This is remarkable info, De, thank you. (10+ / 0-)

    I remember girls who went away. And they went away for good. Getting pregnant was a life-changer in the days before the pill.
    This country of ours owes it to our national id to have a national therapy session to get over ourselves. We owe apologies, restitution, payback, to all those who have been steamrolled by our Manifest Destiny, nice noble words for "fuck the doomed," which is basically our motto. It should be on money, ffs, instead of the joke-y In God We Trust.

    "He went to Harvard, not Hogwarts." ~Wanda Sykes
    No representation without taxation. Rich and don't pay? Shut up.
    Blessinz of teh Ceiling Cat be apwn yu, srsly.

    by OleHippieChick on Sun Mar 31, 2013 at 07:34:52 AM PDT

    •  Yup - I remember those "before the pill" (4+ / 0-)

      days quite well.  My suite-mate in college died from a botched abortion to avoid shame and being kicked out of school.

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      by Denise Oliver Velez on Sun Mar 31, 2013 at 08:18:04 AM PDT

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    •  but (1+ / 0-)
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      the steam roller keeps on rolling.

      ...sin that pays its way can travel freely, and without a passport,whereas Virtue, if a pauper is stopped at all frontiers. from The Sermon, Moby Dick

      by jts327 on Sun Mar 31, 2013 at 09:26:04 AM PDT

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      •  Indeed. (0+ / 0-)

        Our Corporate/National Manifest Thievery continues. The corps keep circling the globe for different things to manifest.
        "Hey, too bad that's our oil/gas/coal/water under your land." Disagree? The faraway corpmil joystik people send you "Death from Above." Ugly, and way to be widely hated.
        We act like these modern barbarians. National policy-wise, I can't remember a time when we weren't blowing shit up. Smaller explosions now maybe, dronesplosions, but to this day, this minute, we are out there blowing shit up. It's just not gonna end well.
        This song sums up our behavior. It really rocks too. That's USians, rock-n-rollin right over you.
        We do need a national headshrink to bring the saltine crackers into this millennium. We continue to live in two separate realities. I paraphrase Huxley in Island: "Attention." "Here and now, boys!"
        Attention. To what? To attention.

        Its beak, he noticed, was orange, and it had a bald yellow patch under each eye, with canary-colored wattles that covered the sides and back of its head with a thick wig of naked flesh. The bird cocked its head and looked at him first with the right eye, then with the left. After which it opened its orange bill, whistled ten or twelve notes of a little air in the pentatonic scale, made a noise like somebody having hiccups, and then, in a chanting phrase, do do sol do, said, "Here and now, boys; here and now, boys." The words pressed a trigger, and all of a sudden he remembered everything.

        "He went to Harvard, not Hogwarts." ~Wanda Sykes
        No representation without taxation. Rich and don't pay? Shut up.
        Blessinz of teh Ceiling Cat be apwn yu, srsly.

        by OleHippieChick on Sun Mar 31, 2013 at 12:21:52 PM PDT

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