Why I blog -- and where my passions lead me

Why I blog. I've never really journaled for any length of time. I might start a journal and then after a few days or months, get busy doing something else, and just not get around to completing my journal. I've found many nearly empty notebooks with a few pages filled with whatever was going on at the time and then 95% blank pages.

But blogging is a little different. The audience is both 'me' and anyone who stumbles in here or follows a link and ends up here. Because I am a woman of a thousand interests, one post may be at political odds with another (or not) and another post may go off on a tangent or a rant.

The neat thing is that these are my thoughts. I am posting them for family mostly, but friends, too, who wonder how I think and what I think of. I have actually had personal notes from people who tell me that they have enjoyed my blog. And I do jump around.

I do a bit of surfing on the internet and find some of the most interesting things. And because I find them interesting, I post them here for others who may also find them interesting.

Right now, my favorite is the tiny baby-foot pushing against his Mama's tummy. I have that as my screen saver and I almost always reach up and touch the screen where the baby-foot is. It's just so sweet. I can see a billboard with that image and the words "stamp out abortion" or maybe "stamping out abortion." How anyone could justify for any reason killing the owner of a little foot that one day might push against his Mama's tummy (maybe looking for that egress to freedom?), is beyond my ability to understand. And yet, in places here in the USofA, people do just that to babies just that size. It's called partial birth abortion and it's got to be the sickest most vile and disgusting act of violence a "medical professional" can perform on a helpless child. Because, you see that foot? That's a baby's foot. It's not a 'piece of tissue' and it's not some 'thing' to be thrown in the garbage like some gutted animal.

Think about that for a while. Let that sink into your head and heart. A baby is a helpless individual who must be protected if we, as a culture and as human beings, are to exist as 'whole' persons. If we kill our babies, we become less human with each inhumane act. Those who participate in the death of innocent victims slowly lose the sensitivity to relate to other people in a kind and loving way. They slowly turn into unfeeling animals -- no, less than animals even. They exist but do not live. They cannot truly love because they have emptied their love of life each time they kill an innocent child. It's not tissue. It is the "product of procreation" -- and we call those products "babies."