Disinfo of the day. Another reason not to invite Nick Fuentes to dinner and MTG "We won't give a cent to Ukraine" | Break The Fake | TVP World

RantWoman can find something wrong pretty much with every media stream she walks into every day. That is not the point here. 

 RantWoman enjoys this Youtube channel for wry presentation and for regularly calling BS on some Russian disinfo streams. 

RantWoman would be much happier if SOMEONE were talking coherently about ways to get out of this military mess and the endless basically arms marketing videos without also telling Ukraine they are supposed to give up territory that has been stolen from them.

In the meantime, it is US policy makers who get to deal with MTG, this iteration of the America First crowd, as well as disgraced delusional dictator wannbes and their disagreeable dinner guests. . 

And as long as RantWoman is tagging Break The Fake vids here is a glorious specimen about Imperial designs on all of Europe and the "near abroad" This one also features an alleged linguist who claims not to know anything of politics and then claims Ukrainian is not a separate language followed by proclamation of a triumphant new Russian-language world stretching over several continents. Next a truly fabulous homophobic rant by commentator Vladimir Solovyov excoriating Russian troops for leaving their positions. Solovyov then recommends firing squads, rhetoric certainly guaranteed to shore up the morale of any fighting force ;-(((  

Advent with Spelman College Glee Club - "Children, Go Where I Send Thee"

Advent is upon us.

Some Quakers do not embrace such worldly markings of the calendar or eschew celebrations on various other abstemious grounds. Other Quakers need deep silence to worship fully.

No RantWoman. RantWoman is a noisy Quaker.

RantWoman is still a choir director's kid and will be observing Advent by asking Mr. Youtube for guidance about carol selection.

RantWoman particularly some interesting highlights in this performance.

War Is Not A Woman's Game: something different for Black Friday

A joyful alternative to the annual ritual of #BlackFriday consumerist excess.

Happy way more to think about day!

What can people find to AGREE about with respect to children, abortion, bodily autonomy?

Working for an Equitable FCNL

#EnvironmentalJustice #FCNLAnnualMeeting

Quaker Christmas cactuses
Blooming time in both white and pink

Does RantWoman go to Affinity and DEI activities. OR does RantWoman opine about abortion and bodily autonomy and where and to what degree.

Such as Light as comes badly filtered to RantWoman:

When human life begins is both theologically and scientifically unknowable.

People of different faith traditions disagree about when life begins. Therefore attempting to enshrine the dictates of any faith tradition in law violates respect for religious pluralism.

The widely divergent rates of low birth weight, premature birth, infant and maternal mortality in the US aamong people of different races and classes are a national embarrassment and one throbbing embodiment of institutional racism.

#ProLife absolutism is a plot by billionaires and theocrats to keep people divided and to starve the health care system and people who work in it of resources which can so much better be used to ensure that every baby thrives

Now, what can we do to fight institutional racism in this sphere?.

Election comments via YouTube The First Muslim Woman Elected To The GA State House Dishes On Her Victory

Ok God, who is getting it wrong?

RantWoman is digressing from her supermarket tabloid level of being sucked into "Fibberace's" million mutating legal woes while trying to figure out WHO IS GETTING IT WRONG about God and motherhood.

1. Patriarch Kirill on women's duty to bear a lot of children in case she has to send some off to the front. Bless the rocket force, oh and St Basil's cathedral on Red Square in Moscow probably makes an entertaining cartoon when drawn as missiles.

Stuff at the end about German industry and gas condensate topical

Why on earth might TFG refer to a certain governor as Ron DiSanctimonious. Did TFG think this up all by himself or did TFG watch this video before the namecalling.

Now special scorn for Kevin McCarthy and his interest in the well-being of young Latinos as part of national readiness

God can handle it!

RantWoman is certain her readers need a travelogue from today's excursion to Planet RantWoman. RantWoman is certain readers need this at least as much as:

--multiple stomach churning meanderings through the electoral landscape.

--meditations about whether it is unseemly to root for Russian bombers getting blown up on Ukrainian tarmac just as one would root for one's fave team at a football game

--waves and waves of Twitterverse fireworks generated by the new #ChiefTwit

Round 1, not counting international Meeting for Worship related to Ukraine.

The queries:

1. What image of the divine/God/light/spirit most resonates with you?

2. When do you call on or use your image of the divine?

3. What are you learning or what would you like to learn about the divine?

Video that was supposed to seed worship: Images of God video from Godly Play Series

RantWoman needs to channel the beloved Sybil Bayles here. The sound is REALLY Crappy and Zoom auto-captioning is entertaining as long as RantWoman has no interest in whether the auto captions correspond to what is being said and as long as RantWoman can make it big enough both to read and to cover up visual content that RantWoman, even with bad eyes that theoretically might like simplicity just finds insipid! In other words, this video would NOT make RantWoman feel included and likely would NOT kindly dispose her toward Quakerism.

RantWoman said most of that out loud. RantWoman also said part of her image of the Divine is that "God can handle that."

RantWoman also resonated with comments about energy, boundlessness, connection, witchy leanings, and religious trauma right next to the wells of divine.

RantWoman did not say that the video evoked a number of less than spiritually inspiring, just BORING and socially unpleasant,  threads from Sunday school of her youth. 

Next round of queries, on silence

         How does Silence Harm ?

         How does Silence Minister ?

Words which emerged either out loud or ... : harm of self, harm of others, silencing, worship of silence as opposed to silent worship and expectant waiting.

Further reading RantWoman looks forward to more fully digesting. The Goddess called silence

Later in not silence: a leading about spiritual / religious diversity among Quakers.

No one told me not to say "Jesus."

--Can one craft an invocation that is inclusive of Christians, Jews, Muslims?

--If the person finding someone to do an invocation goes straight to Jesus language and the person asked to provide an invocation cannot fathom an invocation, should anyone be surprised if Jesus shows up? And what if Jesus shows up from all those times in the Gospels where Jesus one day works among Jews and another day does the same work among non-Jews?

--Should there even be an invocation at all?

--Ummm, should we call up the Chair of the national Multicultural Affairs Committee for thoughts about religious pluralism?

STAY TUNED. God can handle it!

And finally

because a lot of RantWoman's experience of the divine is about music, being surrounded by music, being enthralled whether or not one finds all the words congenial. Almost any form of music though well-rehearsed is even better.

Compline on the Feast of all saints. Do not bring up the fact that Reformation Sunday, Halloween, Samhain, All Saints Day, Day of the dead have already trundled by on the calendar

Pastor Jamal Bryant Scorches Herschel Walker In Fiery Sunday Sermon

No, Quakers don't usually talk like this, and RantWoman appreciates it when people lay it on the line.

Preach Rev?

Mr. Tuxedo: reprint from the WA Council of the Blind Summer 2022 newsline

RantMOM is about to hit a major birthday. Elections are upon us and RantWoman hopes to be relieved of the call to attend to the doings of a certain southern CO Congresswoman. The weather is shifting and RantWoman's mind is prone for various reasons this time of year to wander among various moments of her life. And frankly, RantWoman needs a break from her YouTube diet.

With that in mind, RantWoman here reprints an item from the summer 2022 Newsling of the WA Council of the Blind.

Mr. Tuxedo

May 2022

 

Mr. Tuxedo is not the cat’s real name, but in the age of internet verification questions even one’s childhood cat has to have an internet name. Plus the name sort of fitsthe tumultuous  life of a feline artiste.

 

Possibly unusual origins

Mr. Tuxedo was a typical tuxedo cat, all black except for a white bib and four white paws. Mr. Tuxedo’s mother belonged to our neighbors Bill and Marty. Bill and Marty had two upstairs bedrooms, but I am pretty sure they only slept in one. The layout of their house paralleled ours, two of three houses built on S. Main St. in what at the time was the small town of Gunnison CO.

 

The Seduction

Bill and Marty had a fenced yard. My parents had turned one of three attics in our house into a playroom that looked down into Bill and Marty’s yard. Bill and Marty’s cat had kittens. My younger sister especially fell in love with the kittens. I was already a sophisticated first grader and did not have nearly as much time for falling in love with kittens as my sister did.

 

The Conquest

It was not going to be a slam dunk that a kitten would come live with us. My mother grew up on a farm and except for one white cat at a time, cats did not live indoors. Mom was afraid of spraying and “messes.” She was afraid of the work a cat would require. She probably was not ready to rely on three young kids to handle cat care. My sister pleaded and pleaded and finally Mr. Tuxedo came to live with us.  

 

Very modest circumstances

Mr. Tuxedo was assigned a sleeping space with old slightly ragged terry cloth towels on the floor of the kitchen pantry, under the lowest shelf.  I do not remember too many kitten adventures, but there must have been some: I definitely remember that only paper ornaments and other unbreakable decorations ever got hung on the lowest branches of our Christmas trees.

 

Even more ostentatious attire and toddler ballroom dancing

Mr. Tuxedo and my sister bonded deeply. Mr. Tuxedo looked perfectly fabulous in his natural attire but he tolerated being dressed in doll clothes and hauled around in my sister’s doll buggy. He let my sister dance around holding his front paws and expecting him to work his back legs. He granted me no such intimacies: in case I wasn’t old enough to figure out on my own not to try anything so intrusive, he had no qualms about making opinions known with a few scratches.

 

The lure of nature

Mr. Tuxedo was always an indoor outdoor cat. Even though we lived on S Main St. that was less fraught with dangers than it would be today.  One summer someone in the city thought it would be lovely to have trout in the irrigation ditches that ran along the curbs. There was a lumber yard a couple blocks south of us. I am pretty sure Mr. Tuxedo roamed at least as far as the lumber yard. One cold winter night, he even brought home a baby skunk, one of those awkward interspecies communications moments where the cat wants the human joyously to receive a gift or maybe to learn to hunt it and the human, um, really doesn’t.

 

The Lord of the House

Mr. Tuxedo was never allowed upstairs where our bedrooms were but he was definitely allowed on the living room couch. He was not shy about wanting to exercise this privilege. One time the director of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir came to town to do a workshop at the college where my dad taught music. This distinguished musician came to our house for some kind of a reception and happened to sit in what Mr. Tuxedo considered his spot on the couch.  At one point, Mr. Tuxedo strode into the room with all the self-possession that great conductors display on their way to the podium. The great conductor was gracious enough that he probably would have moved over, but for his insolence Mr. Tuxedo got summarily banished to the pantry for the rest of the evening.

 

The Lunch menu

Our neighbors on the other side were a somewhat older couple. A daughter with some kind of disability and a grandson somewhat older than me lived with them. Neighborly relations did okay when there were flowers to talk about, but the household always seemed stressed. One of their great pleasures was a hummingbird feeder. Even in the coldest winter days, the red liquid drew birds, or as Mr. Tuxedo viewed things, lunch.

 

A tragic and agonizing death

Mr. Tuxedo’s appetite and hunting prowess did not exactly help neighborly relations and probably contributed to Mr. Tuxedo’s shortened lifespan and agonizing death of suspected poisoning. Sometimes though a life has to be celebrated for what was rather than what wasn’t: Mr. Tuxedo probably would have had to go live somewhere else anyway because he left this world the summer my family moved to MT.

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Happy day of the dead

This animated skull
so well speaks to...

The calendar has now marched past Halloween, Reformation Day, Samhain, All Souls Day, Day of the Dead.

 It's November! Just roll with it.

RantWoman here is not even going near multiple death-laden news streams

It is now current practice for primary care doctors to prod all patients to think about living wills, durable powers of attorney, and such. RantWoman will post some suggested resources separately.

RantWoman extends grace as well as she can manage to several people she knows who have recently lost loved ones.

Blind Roommate of the fatal bus accident wandered to mind recently during a conversation about blindness and technology. Blind Roommate typed about 90 words / minute, read Braille fluently, got textbooks pre-recorded and once in a great while ventured to the library to use a device called an Optacon that produced tactile content one letter at a time. This was before the age of screen readers. RantWoman also had not yet ventured into the world of online word-processing, but RantWoman to this day types about 45 wpm.

A Recent Friends Journal article which for better or worse also left RantWoman sobbing about her own Stuff!

Touched by Death and Dying

by Marcelle Martin

From the blog, with or without meditations about could RantWoman MAYBE dail a few things back and RantWoman why is the keyboard so easy a portal and it's so hard to comb out what should make it out of RantWoman's mouth. Insufferable and proud?

An early #pandemic post that has been llurking in Drafts for a good bit and got back dated to its date of creation

Merry Christmas Let's talk about Death Round 2

Heaven faithfulness Kidnapping

 And all the children are above average...

Happy New Year Let's talk about Death

Death Well planned? from 2010