Publicitaire psychopathe ?

Cette publicité a pour titre Un père Noël pas comme les autres...

Dès la première fois que je l'ai vue, je me suis demandée si le gars qui avait pondu ça avait des problèmes psychiatriques. Quel genre de malade concocte une pub où un père Noël se paye la tronche de deux enfants à juste quelques jours de Noël ???

Dans un élan charitable, je me suis dit que la pub passait seulement après le coucher des mômes, mais non ! Même pas ! 

Comme si cette fichue planète n'était pas assez dure, les rêves des gamins passent à la trappe - et si ça fait vendre des forfaits...

J'entends déjà les « Mais c’est de l’humour ! ». Curieux, je ne trouve pas ça drôle.

Quelle bande de baltringues !

Et Joyeux Noël !

Compassion, eh?

One of my mother's neighbours hopped by to see if she needed anything and she's grateful for the kindness.

Awesome.

My only issue with that bloke is that he's a weird bunny (and that's the super polite way of saying it - I could be waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay more colourful about that biped).

Fast-forward to today, and Mother noticed a new wall by her fence, behind the house, near the building for which the neighbour never got a permit (if he got one, bribery was involved as what he's done is fucking illegal through and through, but - hey! - what do I know? Well, I know the law, that's what!). 

Mother thinks that I must have missed the wall the last time I was there (three weeks ago! And after doing some stuff near that very fence?!).

Do you know what I believe, dear Readers? I believe that the neighbour came to talk to my mother to check if she'd noticed the wall. Full stop.

Now that he's got his info, he's gone. He never cared about her; he wanted to check something.

I'm not going to forget that one either and he doesn't know what I'm planning for him... one day.

Who Wrote That? A "Women of NCIS" Post

Once upon a time, I was watching JAG...

... so I started watching NCIS when it was created, and I started watching NCIS: Los Angeles when it was created, and then NCIS: New Orleans, as well.

Today?

I think I've had enough, and if I want to be honest, the biggest clue was there from the moment the future NCIS team was featured in JAG (Ice Queen, s08e20): I flinched when the ME, Dr Donald Mallard (David McCallum) was so unpleasant with a female agent and judgemental about the female victim on his slab.

Example 1:

Dr Donald Mallard: How about dinner tonight after the autopsy?
Special Agent Vivian Blackadder: I never date men old enough to be my father, Ducky.
Dr Donald Mallard: Agent Blackadder reminds me of a young woman I autopsied once.  

Because it's all right to compare a woman to an old corpse when she turns you down (for whatever frigging reason!)

Example 2:  
Dr Donald Mallard: [flirting while performing an autopsy] You sure you won't have dinner with me?
Special Agent Vivian Blackadder: Oh, Ducky, you're disgusting!  
Dr. Donald Mallard: The pursuit of sex is an affirmation of life, Vivian. That's why older men are so lascivious.

Seriously? Eugh!!! 

Example 3:  
Mallard is told that the dead officer, who was pregnant, was also single. His reaction?
Dr. Donald Mallard: [addressing the dead victim] Shame on you.  

Now, that's classy and such a modern thing to say in an episode that was aired on April 22^nd 2003!

Of course, it was just the "introduction" of these characters, and the writers needed to fine-tune the new voices for these characters, but I think it was a sign of things to come.

As in:

- On December, 16^th 2005 (Twilight, s02e23), the beloved Caitlin Todd (Sasha Alexander) is shot in the head. You can't get more violent and final than this, and why? Because the actress wished to leave the show.

Payback: Kate Todd is annihilated.

- On May, 20^th 2008 (Judgment Day Part 1, s05e18), the female director of NCIS, Jennifer Shepard (Lauren Holly), is killed - after being diagnosed with something nasty that was taking its toll on the character. 
The character's authority had been undermined from the start: Gibbs (Mark Harmon) was seldom an obedient subordinate and he ends up burning her flat in order to cover a blunder of hers.

- On October 1^st 2013 (Past, Present, and Future, s11e02), Ziva David (Cote de Pablo) leaves the show. Her character had been manipulated by her father and ordered to shoot her half-brother so she could come close to Gibbs to spy on him. She was also tortured after being abducted by terrorists.

On February, 10^th 2017 (Family First, s13e24), Tony DiNozzo (Michael Weatherly, who said he wanted to leave to widen his acting skills and was given  his own series) leaves.

His father's character will be invited in several episodes afterwards, and his character will be mentioned several times, as well.

How did the writers make DiNozzo leave? Ziva had a daughter with him (and she was such an utter bitch that she never told him) and now that Ziva died in a fire, he must be the hero, become a single father and raise his daughter? Even if Cote de Pablo left because she was disappointed with the scripts for her character, it reeks of sexist payback to have her burnt to a crisp so a man can leave to go play the main character in his own, brand new series. They couldn't even put her in a coma. No. The ungrateful bitch had to die - some horrible death.

- When Elenor Bishop (Emily Wikersham) joins NCIS (Gut Check, s11e09), her character's different, odd - innovative. She's quickly told (by Gibbs) to change her ways. Her husband was swell, but he goes and cheats on her. She finds love again - and he's murdered. Go on, pile up nastiness on her!

- Alexandra Quinn (Jennifer Esposito) was only in Season 14. She didn't return to Season 15 and there never was a proper explanation. Not even another character saying 'I phoned Quinn, and her mom's doing better' (as the mother's early onset of Alzheimer's seems to be the favourite theory - amongst fans... Not a word from the writers!).

- Delilah Fielding-McGee (Margo Harshman), a strong character, is hurt so badly in a missile attack that she ends up in a wheelchair. She's still a tough cookie, but she had to be hurt (no, it's not for the sake of drama; it's sexist writing, and - let's admit it - a part of the writers' childish bullying campaign against the McGee character).

- Gibbs and Fornell's ex-wife, Diane Sterling (Melinda McGraw), was always portrayed as a class A bitch. Surprise: she's killed like Kate.

- And now (Two Steps Back, s15e22), the kind-hearted Pauley Perrette was probably forced to leave because of physical violence on set? I believe her.

What makes me believe her? She's got nothing to gain by lying - and it's not as if it's the first time a loaded Suit does whatever he wants, is it? 
I've seen some people say they don't believe her because she fought with her ex-husband (and they clearly sided with him) and - and that's a bit rich! - because she reported being attacked by a homeless man and they don't believe her because of the way she told her story (!).
I've also seen some commenters demand that she gives a name or they won't believe her. Perfect! Try to bully her. A survivor speaks when she (or he) is ready. Some commenters demand to have a name so they can know that it's not any of the actors (if bipeds paid attention they'd properly read what she said, and they would know that it's some executive).
On top of the way the producers and the studios could not protect her, there's the way she was written out of the show. 
All right, she wasn't shot in the head or burnt alive, but everybody knows that she was assaulted outside her home a couple of years ago (don't even try to tell me that the writers didn't know or I'll club you with my favourite rolling pin) - and she's a survivor of domestic abuse... and how do they make her leave? She finds herself in front of an armed mugger and is shot, you say? 

Don't even try to tell me that it's to add "drama" about the character's fate. That was to hurt torture the actress. Full stop.

Do you want to have Abby Sciuto go to London? Here's how you do it if you're not a fucking sociopath:

1) After the restaurant thingy, Clay (Duane Henry) punches the mugger as Abby uses her Taser on the bad guy, who's eventually shipped to Gibbs's interrogation room.

2) It's early morning. Abby wakes up... in Clay's arms and he tells her how frightened he was and how much he loves her.

3) The fake mugger gives clues to find the real bad guy.

4) Clay is offered a massive promotion... in London. He refuses because he's fallen in love with Abby.

5) Abby stops the nutcase - again.

6) Abby goes to see Gibbs, and then Clay: 'We need to talk.'

7) Abby calls everybody to her lab: 'Clay's taking the new job in London... and I'm going with him. I'll work for NCIS in London - and for Scotland Yard.'

Hugs all around and Ducky starts giving Abby tips.

No one dies, and two characters leave.

Apparently it would kill some writers to give the public a happy ending from time to time (it didn't hurt the team from The Mentalist or White Collar, though, did it?).

NCIS: Los Angeles now...
At one point (I can't remember which episode it was), I remember thinking that there was something interesting going on. I later realized that there was an equal number of women and men in the number of main actors and actresses, which was pretty cool.
Then, there are strong women: Henrietta Lange (Linda Hunt), Kensi Blye (Daniela Ruah), Nell Jones (Renée Felice Smith), Harley Hidoko (Andrea Bordeaux), Shay Mosley (Nia Long)...
But there are issues:
- Kensi is the one who's so badly hurt that she's got to go through physical therapy. Yes, the actress was pregnant and they needed a valid reason to have her off screen, but abduction or a secret mission for Hetty could have worked just as well. As well, in the latest episode (Ninguna Salida, s09e24), the strain with her fiancé and possible break-up is a cheap way to write drama into the plot.
- When Mosley arrives, there's a sheer lack of respect from Callen (Chris O'Donnell). The regular characters missed Hetty, who went missing, but their behaviours reek of passive bullying. We get enough of that in real life.
- Hetty, who's basically Superwoman and just rocks, is abducted and tortured in Season 9. The abduction was an interesting plot twist, but the torture was gratuitous (save me the "she won in the end").
- Let's not forget that Sam Hanna's wife, Michelle Quinn (Indira G. Wilson and Aunjanue Ellis), who's a character who was created out of the blue, was murdered in Unleashed (s08e24). Once more, spare me the "it makes good drama"; it sucked.
Basically, I'm not a happy bunny with this series, but I just growl at the telly.

Ah... NCIS: New Orleans...
The ME, Loreta Wade (CCH Pounder) is a great character.
Then... Meredith Brody (Zoe McLellan) left the show for stupid reasons. Her character could well have stayed with NCIS as Tammy Gregorio (Vanessa Ferlito) and Sonja Percy (Shalita Grant) joined the team.
So, one of the "heads" wanted some drama and "Goodbye, Meredith", and now Percy's gone, too. In the regular cast we're left with four blokes and two gals. Keeping Meredith and Percy would have given us a 4/4 (apparently, you can't have that in Hollywood!).

I'm beginning to think that some level of sexism is what makes some American series survive in the long run.
After all, we often see intelligent, daring, open-minded series be cancelled by spineless networks and/or producers (let's have a look at Lucifer, for fun: witty show that follows its bible, no sexism, and four blokes and six gals (I'm counting Trixie) in the main cast. It worked beautifully - until Fox decided to kill it to have more football instead - don't even try to tell me it's because of the ratings!).
Sexism-free telly can work, some of the boys need to understand that (and stop being afraid of their own shadows, and stop protecting abusers, bullies, and plonkers with a sexist agenda). In the meantime, I'm done with the NCIS crap.

Nasty Week

There's nothing tragic or final, but my stress-o-meter went up a notch this week.

I know it's for silly reasons, but when you're fighting PTSD, a grain of sand can feel like a boulder.

There are three things that bugged me:

1) My bank:

A few months ago, they'd tried to make me pay a fee for a service that I've had for years. I told them I was refusing to pay their fee because it wasn't in my initial contract and I got my money back.

End of story?

Of course not. 

The fee was back this week, so I had to contact my bank again, but, this time, I was told that I must trade the service I had for something else, or I must pay the fee. I caved and agreed to have the new service (because I've got better things to do than fight them on this), but I demanded my money back. I'm still waiting - and it bugs me.

2) Twitter (and Fox):

The way things trend there are too cryptic for my taste. I did some research, and the way they (try to) explain their algorithm is messy. I can understand that the name of a singer with too many overenthusiastic fanatics is not trending worldwide day in, day out, but a brand new hashtag to try and save a TV show disappearing after a day whilst I can see new people still tweeting about it... I find it odd, to say the least - all the more since another hashtag to try and save another show was still trending two days after it started (I'm talking about #SaveLucifer and #SaveB99).

I'm bugged because one of the things I use to control my stress is good shows, and I fell in love with Lucifer; it's well-written, consistent (a bloody miracle on American telly, where shows tend to not always follow the story's bible), intelligent, fun, and entertaining. Fox deciding to pull the plug on it shows their stupidity (then again, I was always surprised that they produced a series where Lucifer's the hero).

3) Twitter (and a lying, fascist politico):

This morning, I saw a retweet with comment where the initial tweet shows a politico who'd just angled a small shark.

I briefly considered reporting the tweet, but didn't:

a) even though I do believe that the shark is way more useful than the biped holding it on a ship's deck, what the biped did is not illegal (immoral, yes).

b) since the politico is a big name (Merlin know why, coz he's a deplorable waste of skin), I knew that Twitter would do flurch all because of their "it's newsworthy" smokescreen (either they approve, or they're just spineless).

I think I'm going to turn these into plot bunnies. After all, this is another trick I use to control my stress.

La SNCF, c'est (vraiment) [pas] possible

Si vous n'avez besoin de rien vous serez tout de suite servi.

Mon dernier voyage en train ?

Je me lève à l'aube (littéralement), arrive à la gare bien en avance et mon premier train part... A la moitié du voyage, une erreur d'aiguillage (ben voyons !) nous fait prendre un retard de 25 minutes - dommage, je n'ai que 20 minutes de battement pour attraper mon second train.
Que va-t-il se passer ?
Le contrôleur nous annonce que la correspondance sera assurée quand même cinq minutes avant l'arrivée en gare (merci pour le stress, les gars !).
Une fois sur le quai, ben t'as intérêt à battre le record de vitesse avec ta valise si tu veux l'avoir le TGV (quelques palpitations plus tard et un poignet abîmé à cause de ma valise super lourde, la porte s'est carrément refermée sur mes fesses - on courrait tous sur le quai, mais le chef de gare était pressé pour l'autre TGV... Ben mon gars, t'as qu'à apprendre à tes collègues à aiguiller les trains correctement).

L'année dernière, la SNCF m'avait laissée en rade à pas d'heure dans un gare dangereuse (Mère avait payé ce billet-là).
Je râle et le médiateur me donne raison (en bons de voyage, mais c'est déjà ça). La SNCF ne conteste pas, mais ne fait rien.
Depuis plus de quinze jours, après être passée en agence où on m'a dit de téléphoner au SAV, je tente de joindre ce service, mais le choix d'option ne marche tout simplement pas (avec deux téléphones !).
Je demande de l'aide à la SNCF sur Twitter et de fil en aiguille, on me demande les références du problème pour nous aider, puis nom, prénom, adresse, courriel, numéro de téléphone (l'âge du capitaine et mon mot de passe Twitter, aussi, peut-être ?!!!).
On me promet la relance du service hier...
... ce matin ? Ah, bah, "contactez un autre service, nous, on ne peut rien faire".
Conclusion : ils se payent nos tronches, bossent comme des "plonkers" (ouaip, de l'anglais, je sais, mais 1 - je suis bilingue et 2 - c'est le mot parfait pour les décrire !) et refusent de payer ce qu'ils doivent.
A en juger par les messages d'autres personnes sur les forums de la SNCF, le SAV est souvent en rade et ils bossent quand ils ont le temps.

Bloody plonkers!

Varieties of Denialism

Bipeds that cannot accept facts because they don't fit their agenda, beliefs, or whatever have a way to make my blood boil.

With the film Denial coming to our screens, the number of Holocaust denialists has become more visible with these decerebrated bipeds flooding forums and comments threads.

Just this morning, I've seen a bunch of village idiots doubt that the Holocaust happened; one even found it fishy to not be allowed to doubt the evidence - and the testimonies of the survivors! There were also idiots adding the Holodomor to their list of denials.

As a historian, I understand that we can doubt that the battle of Agincourt happened exactly the way it is reported in archives - but we can dig up testimonies and get a fair idea of what happened. All one needs is hard work - and a working brain.

What I cannot understand is the collection of village idiots, from all over the rock, who can read all the documents we have in archives, and who can meet survivors or read their testimonies (be it about the Holodomor, the Holocaust, or even the sex slaves for the Imperial Japanese army), and who say, 'Nope! I don't believe it! It just can't be true!'.

They make me want to yell and make them sit down and educate themselves until their two and a half brain cells have a spark of illumination.

My introduction for the publication of Shakespeare's Sonnets for Éditions Aikyō is dealing with all the varieties of denialists about Shakespeare.

I ended up dividing contemporary denialists into two categories: prime and secondary.

Secondary denialists are the collections of village idiots who might well doubt that our planet orbits around the sun if it became fashionable in their circles to think so, or who do not have enough brain cells to understand facts and the truth. They're infuriating, but I fear most of them are just too stupid.

Much worse and twisted are the prime denialists. These are bipeds who, I think, do understand the archives and the testimonies, but who have decided to not believe them. These bipeds have decided to spread lies (not "post-truth", not "alternative facts" - let's call a spade a spade: they're LIES); maybe they're doing that to enjoy the chaos and pain their words will generate, and/or maybe they have some hidden agenda to promote - be it hatred for one subdivision of humanity, or be it to promote their own work.

If we take into account the scary number of secondary denialists, the prime denialists have a lot of quarterwits (I do fear we're talking about creatures way below the average halfwit) who are ready and willing to pay to buy their books or watch their films or documentaries.

We have ignoramuses and simpletons falling into the cunning traps of manipulators and profiters who would say and do anything to make money and become famous.

Both categories annoy me, but I have some compassion for secondary denialists... Prime denialists, not so much, as I see them as liars and dubious, devious, and unethical creatures who would deny that their own mothers gave birth to them if they could gain anything from spitting that lie.

I do believe that "Knowledge is power", and I will always fight against prime denialists who try to pervert what decent people know to be truths.

That Kind of Day, Eh?

I don't understand why so many bipeds feel the need to be so petty... and it's a festival on Earth these days.

There's a failed con artist with a fake tan, who got a million from his daddy to start a business (and who managed to lose almost a billion (!!!!!) in a year years later) who's trying to make gullible people believe that he could manage a country (when he's never been properly involved in politics before) - and he's just been caught on tape gloating that he's a predator.

There are politicos who help make money, thanks to all the horrors going on in the Middle East, whilst other politicos, in a kind of remake of the 1930s would like to know where the aliens are working in their country.

All that makes my blood boil, and today... the ugliness got personal (as I've lost a friend).

That this person has been forgetting my birthday (we're supposed to be good friends) for a decade... No problem. It's not that important (even though that person didn't forget to wish a "Happy birthday!" to... a sports coach met once a week for a few months).

That I'm always the one who has to keep in touch... I'll make the effort. No problem.

That this person played deaf when I talked about breaking down and thinking about suicide. No problem. It's my burden (and I understand it's not easy to know what to say [though a hug would have been frigging nice]).

That this person acted as if nothing happened when I said that I'd apostatised... Still not a problem.

My health is yo-yo'ing again, so I don't have time for pettiness (I've got fever, headaches, and most of my joints hurt, which is pretty scary - and painful).
As well, I'm drawing the line at pseudo-jokes.
I've never bought the 'I'm telling you something horrible, but I'll pretend it's a joke so you can't be mad at me'. People use 'I'm joking' when they've pushed you over the cliff, but they don't want the witnesses to tell the coppers what really happened.

I don't particularly enjoy having to get rid of knives in my back - and today's incident left me with my lower jaw on the floor, coz I didn't expect to be told something so low about my life - especially not from someone who I thought was a friend, but friends don't disparage you, your beliefs or your life.

I do have good friends who are lovely and kind, Merlin be praised. I won't be able to forget (or forgive) what that person told me, wrapped in a pseudo-joke, and I'm done being the only one making all the efforts. 

I'm nice, but life's too short.

Less pettiness, more empathy.

Victim Blaming Is Alive and Well

I really should read fewer newspapers.

I really should not read the comments.

I was reading a new article about the latest "scandal" about a courageous rape victim who was betrayed by the sentencing judge (because the culprit, as a fellow star athlete, deserves to not be properly punished).

It's this New York Times article (it's good, and I've got nothing to say against the journalist).

No, my problem is with whichever plonker picked a victim-blaming comment as a NYT Picks:

There are other similar comments on the thread. Of course. Gosh! My Sarc font is on again!

It's not about showing both sides of an argument. There's NO argument; one does not betray a victim yet another time by giving "air time" to a caveman. Full stop.

Oh, and for good measure, here's the mug of the culprit's protector judge:

I could add something about the letter that the culprit's father wrote, but there's no point in risking my lovely brain cells. Go read about that other caveman; he's a piece of... something.

Opposable Thumbs Aren't a Licence to Kill

I'm quite furious, so don't mind the cosmic-sized growl (and do click back if you believe that bipeds are the crème de la crème on our planet - oh, or if you like politically correct crap).

I recently signed a petition to try to save a Mamma Bear who was accused of killing an off-trail hiker. I've just read that she was slaughtered.

This is what happened and here's a very good statement on the topic.

The first to say that 'she was just an animal, and a dangerous one!' gets Gibbs-smacked with a rolling pin to Kingdom come.

She was a good mother, who was executed (and her two orphaned cubs may be killed or sold to slavery).

The whole situation made me furious: the arrogance of the bipeds, who think they own the rock (no, you don't, Cupcakes; you share it with all the other lives on it), and the officials hiding behind pseudo-science in order to sell their 'We had to kill her' to the average sheeple who'll think "Oh, well, if there was no other way... They know what they're doing; it's their job" (I want to cuff the idiotic sheeple and bite the officials for resorting to slaughter).

And then, there's the first comment on the page of the second link I just gave you, where a delightful biologist resorts to comparing apple and cheese by mentioning a story where a bear, in town (fake gasp & Sarcasm font firmly on), invaded someone's house. Hashtag Crikey.

I find it revealing that the first comment talks about a completely different scenario.
If I were to find a bear in my flat, I'd wonder how he got in (we don't leave our doors open where I'm parked), and then I'd run outside before calling people equipped to deal with him (we don't keep firearms either - we have no need for them).

It must be cool to think that you're so special that you can invade an animal's territory and have it killed if it nibbles you, but the animal cannot visit your house. 'Oh, nooooo! It's an animal that must stay where it belongs!' Well, sorry, Cupcake, but it belong on this planet, just like you. You're not special because you can hold a can of soda or load a gun - not in my book, at least.
If I were to venture in Yellowstone, I'd be on the bears' turf, and they can do whatever they want. If I'm stupid enough to not follow the safety rules and I end up turned into bear snack, that's karma (and probably a spot of Darwinism).

Seriously, do read Dr Bekoff's page (still link #2); it's enlightening on many levels.

A very good mother was massacred because some bipeds wanted to punish her for being a bear.

All bipeds stepping outside (parks and forests aren't just enough, as the average plonker will go scratch the head of a cobra for a good selfie) should sign standard waivers to prevent future slaughters.

I really wish I could keep Curiosity company; things must be quiet on Mars!

On My Wall of Shame (#8)

It's probably my love for strategy that's making me so angry in this case, because it reeks of "damage control" wrapped in a smokescreen, and I don't like politicos trying to fool the sheeple.

The story is:

Step 1: lady in politics is heckled by sexist male politicos.

Step 2: the story spreads a bit and makes the boys look like decerebrated Neanderthals (of the cliché-esque variety; I can't believe that actual Neanderthals would have been this petty and low, but that's me).

Step 3: one of the boys comes forward, spouting pretty stereotypes about not realizing that he'd hurt his female colleague's feelings - Oh, and he's very, very sorry, and he won't do it again (here's a novel idea: don't be a sexist bully in the first place!).

*short pause to barf*

Step 4: he swears that he's going to force the other boys to behave and respect the gals.

All together now: Awwwwwwwwwwwwww! The sexist bully doesn't have a clue and can't spell "respect", and he's just sorry that the rest of the world didn't side with him when he insulted his colleague.

Oh, and since he was kind enough to apologize on camera (nice piece of PR, boys; is Malcolm Tucker working for you now?), the other culprits will probably get a free pass. How cute!

*keeps barfing*

The brave boy is Hakihiro Suzuki:

If you want to read more about the case, go there.

There's also a video there (in Japanese).

On My Wall of Shame (#7)

On February, 9th, 2014, a healthy giraffe was slaughtered by the staff of the Copenhagen Zoo.

If you haven't already read about it, you can do so there.

In spite of what the zoo's scientific director pretends, Marius didn't have to be slaughtered - and then cut into piece. There is no law (in spite of what that man pretends) that forced them to slaughter that poor baby that day. If you want to read more on that topic, go there.

The man who gave the order "had never considered cancelling the killing, despite the protests", which shows how important that biped thinks he is.

Marius, an 18-month-old giraffe, was considered useless for breeding because his genes were too common. Fuck! How common are the genes of the bipeds that slaughtered him?

The zoo idiots keep justifying themselves, and all I hear is 'BULLSHIT!'

The man who made the choice and didn't change his mind is Bengt Holst. May he get, very quickly, some super interesting, entertaining, challenging karma.

On My Wall of Shame (#6)

Oh, she's not the only Irish politico currently attempting to keep the Irish women in the 11th century, but it really hurts more to be betrayed by a "sister".

Minister of State for European Affairs Lucinda Creighton is a barrister. Since she wants to bully women into not having an abortion (even if they don't want to be pregnant), she 'has proposed a “care pathway” for women presenting as suicidal involving the formulation of a “suicide prevention algorithm” by a psychiatrist.

If a woman is “still expressing suicidal ideation” after various assessments are carried out, she should be entitled to focused therapy in her home including “dialectical behaviour therapy”, according to Ms Creighton.'

Basically... chickenshit (known to civilians as complete utter bullshit).

I'm seriously angry - and disappointed.

Against abortion? Don't have one! And if that is toooooooooooo complicated for you, you've got no business being involved in politics and making choices for people you don't even know.

If you want to read more on the topic, go there.

 

On My Wall of Shame (#5)

I used to like Ireland, but since too many politicos (retired or active) declare that adult women are possessions that can be told what to do with their own bodies because a blob of cells (that is nothing outside of these women) is more important and has more rights than them, I'll refuse to go there until they've reached a humane, civilized, non-bigoted 21st century.

The latest boy to open his mouth is Eamonn Barnes.

Back in 1992, as the director of public prosecutions, he "had a role in the drama that culminated in the landmark X-case judgment. Early that year, a family told gardaí their 14-year-old daughter had been raped by a neighbour and was pregnant. They said they intended to bring her to the UK for an abortion."

That arrogant bigot "referred the matter to the then attorney general, Harry Whelehan. He sought an injunction to prevent the girl leaving the jurisdiction, believing the 1983 amendment required the State to do so to protect the unborn child’s life."

More about his current actions there.

On My Wall of Shame (#4)

Here's another "old" one.

I never forget.

I seldom forgive.

Given orders by the military, this doctor person with a medical diploma obeyed them blindly, and when his victims sued, the case was handed over to a military tribunal. Care to guess the verdict?

Ahmed Adel addressed the media after being cleared of charges relating to the abuse of women arrested in Tahrir Square.

More on the topic there.

On My Wall of Shame (#3)

If you take a look at the date on this one, you'll see that I've been thinking about this Wall of Shame for a long time...

It's probably my allergy to stupidity and pettiness that makes me react that way.

Because it's so bloody "Christian" to deny communion to a woman who'd just lost her mother. Congratulations to Father Marcel Guarnizo for being a nosey and heartless bigot!

Here's the article that goes with it.

On My Wall of Shame (#2)

Sometimes, it's not about politics. 

No.

It's about the boys standing together.

Because one cannot change something that is so wrong that the rest of the world is looking down on the entire US military for abandoning their own soldiers.

So, Senator Carl Levin supported military brass in deciding to drop a proposal by Senator Kirsten E. Gillibrand, another Democrat.

If you'd like to read more on the topic, go there.

On My Wall of Shame (#1)

Because enough is enough, I give you my own Wall of Shame.
I read this:

A man who raped his wife’s 14-year-old sister has been given a suspended jail sentence after Mr Justice Garrett Sheehan ruled that imprisonment would impose extreme hardship on the rapist’s family. 

Of course, Mr Justice Garrett Sheehan understands the victim's ordeal, but... the culprit will NOT go to jail. How could this be Justice? The culprit is getting away with it, and the victim has to thank this judge: