My Response To Bill Nye On Abortion

This video of Bill Nye on Abortion made an appearance in my news feed the other day.  I encourage you to watch the video if you haven’t already before reading this post.

First off, why do you assume that if a person is pro-life, that they would automatically want to desire to sue people for naturally occurring deaths?

For those who believe life starts at conception,  a fertilized egg that fails to attach to the lining of the uterus for any reason would be considered a miscarriage even if it goes unnoticed.

Which pro-lifers are pushing to sue doctors who couldn’t save a man who had a heart attack, a mother who had a miscarriage or a nursing home where an elderly patient dies of old age?

The concept of suing has no place in this conversation.

Secondly, when we talk about abortion, we’re not discussing fertilized eggs that failed to implant, we’re talking about the fertilized eggs that did manage to burrow into the lining of the uterus and that did continue forming and growing.

We are now discussing an embryo who’s sex is already determined with it’s own set of DNA and whose brain has already began to form.

Depending on how far along in the pregnancy the fetus is aborted, it will likely have eyes, arms, fingers, legs, bones, fingernails and fingerprints.

The outrage lies not in the death of a child due to natural causes, but in the fact that a fetus is only considered to be a living human being with rights when the pregnancy is a wanted pregnancy.

Of course scientists have explained to us how big a human egg was and that we wouldn’t have that shot of the sperm penetrating the egg  if not for science.  If not for science, we wouldn’t have the ultrasound that shows us images of the moving life form inside of the womb.   If not for science, we wouldn’t understand that a baby’s heart starts beating 18 days from conception.

This does not mean that a pro-lifer has a deep lack of scientific understanding.

If science can tell us that a single celled organism is alive, how can it expect us to deny that a morula, a blastocyst, an embryo or a fetus is alive?  Science asks us to believe that a seed is alive before the roots poke through the hard protective shell and it’s leaves break through the ground’s surface.  How can it also tell us that a merged sperm and egg dividing into cells isn’t alive?

I think perhaps the ignorance and lack of education that you insist on is actually real, it’s just not where you believe it to be.

Perhaps young men and women should be taught about the stages of pregnancy beyond a quick summary.  Teach them about fetal development and changes to a woman’s body.

Teach about the consequences of sexual activity, which isn’t pregnancy, but sexually transmitted infections.

Teach them about consent.  Teach them that “No.” is an acceptable answer to give and to receive.  Teach them to respect other people’s choice to say no.

Teach them about birth control methods, the pros, cons and the long term effects that they may have on a person’s body and not just that abstinence is best.

Teach them how to have healthy and realistic relationships.  Provide them with good mental/emotional support.

Teach them personal responsibility.  If we’re expected to be responsible for our actions in every other aspect of our lives, why not with sex as well?

Teach them how to keep track of menstrual cycles and that there is only 6 days in a 28 day cycle  when a woman could get pregnant, and if through no other time, a condom or abstinence should be used for those days to avoid unwanted pregnancies.  Teach them that keeping track of one’s most fertile days is just as important for those who don’t want to get pregnant as it is for those who do want to get pregnant.

Teach them that pregnancy, childbirth and child rearing is not a consequence and that innocent lives are just as valuable as any other human life.

Teach them that they can control their bodies and sex drive, both male and female.

Teach them that young men and women aren’t better or worse for having sex with someone.

Teach them not to judge or shame a woman who has had an abortion.

Teach women self defense from a young age so she can defend herself from predators.

At some point, I believe it would benefit everyone to have an understanding of what happens to the fetus during the different abortion procedures.

Put more focus on proper reproductive education, responsibility and on birth control availability and less effort fighting for the rights for a woman to abort her baby that exists because of (in most cases) her own choices and actions.

No, we shouldn’t tell women what to do.  We should educate our men and women properly so we can have adults who can make informed decisions and take responsibility for their actions.

 

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We Can’t Vaccinate Our Children

This isn’t a pro or anti vaccination debate blog.  This is simply stating it as it is.

You can’t vaccinate your children.  You have no right to vaccinate your children.  The choice to vaccinate or not is not yours to make.

Only your child can consent to vaccines.

That’s alright though;  right from infancy, your child is obviously capable of making that judgement call for his own health and well being despite the fact that it will inflict some pain onto him.  Children can understand complicated things like that.

According to this concept of bodily autonomy, our jobs as parents are basically done as soon as we give birth in the hospital.  The rest is up to our children.

“There is a concept called body autonomy. Its generally considered a human right. Bodily autonomy means a person has control over who or what uses their body, for what, and for how long. Its why you can’t be forced to donate blood, tissue, or organs. Even if you are dead. Even if you’d save or improve 20 lives. It’s why someone can’t touch you, have sex with you, or use your body in any way without your continuous consent.”

Remember, before you feed Junior or change his diaper to ask his permission.  It’s his choice to sit in a soiled diaper or not.2016-10-25-14-48-19

You do not have any rights to pick up a toddler whose having a  temper tantrum off of a filthy public floor.

You cannot remove a child from any situation she does not permit you to remove her from.  You may as well set up a tent between the splash park and the playground.

You can’t make a child take a timeout or perform any form of discipline without permission from your child, whose consent they could withdraw at any time.

If your daughter refuses to eat anything other than chicken fingers and fries, that’s her right.  You do not need to worry about raising healthy children anymore.  That’s on them from here on out.

You must resist your urge to grab your toddler’s arm to keep him from running into traffic.  They’ll automatically know that it’s not safe.

If little Jane refuses to take her medicine, you can not fool her or force her, even if it will save her life.  It’s her body, her choice.

Junior doesn’t want to go to school anymore?  He doesn’t have to.  Child services and the government will understand that the responsibility for Junior’s education isn’t yours.

If Jane is refusing to go to bed at a decent hour to ensure that she’s getting a healthy and reasonable amount of sleep, she doesn’t have to.  She decides her bedtime.

You no longer have to worry about taking objects away from children.  Let them play with all of the matches, razors, knives, scissors and guns they can get their hands on.  They’ll learn, it’s called natural selection.  You will not be held accountable for their choices.

By being a responsible parent, you are awarding a child less rights to their body than a corpse.

But that’s not all, dear parents…

If you don’t want to give your body at any point and time to your child, you don’t have to.

If you ever feel like breaking the law, remember, the police officers have no right to arrest you against your will.  They still need your consent before arresting you and forcing you to wear handcuffs or putting you in a jail cell.

And remember, if an EMT ever saves your life while you are unconscious and unable to consent to life-saving treatment, you have a case!

If anyone ever tries to prevent you from committing suicide, know that they have no right to take action.2016-10-25-14-49-05

Further along the bodily autonomy statement, it is mentioned:  ” A fetus is equal in this regard because if I need someone else’s body parts to live, they can also legally deny me their use.”

Understandable, however it leads me to just one question…

Who got consent from the fetus, who has his/her own set of DNA, to donate his/her own body to science?

We Should Not Accept Refugees

We should not have baths because we’ll probably drown.  Showers are out too because we will slip and fall, Crack our heads open and die.

We shouldn’t have a child because he could get very sick and die.

We shouldn’t enter into relationships because our partner could end up being  psychotic or abusive.

We should never go camping with friends because one of them might be a serial killer.

We shouldn’t be willing to help a fellow human in desperate need of help because one or two among thousands may be a bad person.

I tell my child to stand up to bullies, even when someone else is under attack which will redirect attention to him and make him a target.  We know that when enough people help the victims and stand up for what’s right, changes can be made.

But that has nothing to do with the refugees, right?

If suddenly a group of radical Canadian terrorists started murdering all Canadian citizens; my friends, my family and destroying my home, I would like to imagine that someone would be willing to help us in the ways that we can’t help ourselves.

 

Appreciate A Man’s Effort


Several times now I’ve seen an illustration on my news feed of a man who is walking barefoot across the sharp blade of a knife to get to the woman standing peacefully on the handle.  The caption tells you to appreciate a man’s effort since you have no idea what he went through just to keep you happy.

That, my friends, is not a good relationship.  It’s not healthy for the man and it’s not healthy for the woman.

I’ve drawn a couple of my own illustrations on how people should deal with relationship struggles.   20151110_13482820151110_135055

Quite frankly, no person in the relationship should be expected to endure suffering alone, nevermind just to keep his partner happy.

The Quality Of The Stress

Something I like to sit and reflect on every now and then is that I will always worry.  That will never go away.  I will manage differently on different days, but that’s just me coping with it and not actually being free from it.

The quality of the worry is important to stop and look at.

Lets say I’m worrying about what I’m going to make for supper because I forgot to take something out again and I need to whip up something that defrosts easily that the children enjoy eating.  That means I’m not worrying about how I’m going to get food for the children.

Perhaps I’m worried that I’m not good enough at keeping the house clean.  That means I have a home to live in.

As long as I’m worried about things like getting rid of fruit flies, how to get stains out of everything, and if the children are having enough social time with their friends; I know life is great!

Right now I’m overflowing with stress and I couldn’t be happier with the quality of it.

Since my scanner has broken I have no illustration for you, so I will leave a picture of a totally unrelated spider pie here instead.DSC02771

Your Science Cult

You tell me that science and religion cannot exist together and yet you show me that you’ve accepted science as your religion.

You say “I don’t believe in things that I can’t see with my own eyes.” when discussing religion.  Yet you believe in microscopic organisms, atoms, viruses, and black holes even though you don’t see these with your naked eye and likely have not witnessed with your own eyes.  You’ve seen pictures that someone else has presented you with and told you what it is, but you have not seen it for yourself.

You say “I only believe in things that can be proven.”  However, you don’t conduct experiments to prove that particular chemicals cause the exact reactions you want in fireworks.  You don’t isolate and then insert a gene into another living organism and study the results over a period of years.  You don’t meticulously collect, observe, predict, experiment and examine.

I can tell you that if you place an egg in a jar of vinegar the acidic vinegar will dissolve the calcium carbonate of the eggshell and within 48 hours you will be left with an egg held together only by a thin membrane with no shell left and you’ll believe me without question because I’m saying “science!”

You take science as it is unfolded for you and you treat it as though it is-plastic dare I say it- a new bible for you to believe in.

You interpret the word “theory” as if it actually means “fact” instead of accepting that it is merely the best possible explanation that we have at this moment.  You ridicule, slander and criticize anyone who questions or ponders the theory as false or partially false.

…Which is extremely silly considering a person who contemplates a theory’s weakness is much more likely to contribute to a new breakthrough.

You believe and defend to the death that it is as science says and it can be no other way.

If science says that cocaine is good for us and is safe to add to pop or cough syrup and is excellent for treating a wide variety of mental illnesses, you would accept that as true and happily pour it down your throat while preaching about how wonderful it is to others.  When science retracts that opinion and says that it isn’t safe after all, you get outraged at the companies that dared to add the harmful substance to their products and demand that they right their wrongs.

No matter how many times science lies to us, you still eagerly swallow every pill they throw to you like a good little lab rat.  Science said asbestos, lead, smokingsmoking, plastic and an extraordinarily large list of medications and medical procedures were okay and you believed them until they weren’t okay anymore.  Fortunately, lobotomies are not longer procedures you’ll receive for having a mental illness.

Why is it then if a person were to question evolution, stem cell research, medication, preservatives, vaccines, GMOs or anything for that matter- are they discredited, openly mocked and written off as crazy?

Science is supposed to encourage free thought and questions.

The science you believe in without question, in complete faith, is merely a collection of ideas gathered by mankind.

Mankind is the wrong species to put all of your unwavering faith into.  We are quite often greedy, corrupt and will lie to get ahead.

The science you believe in is led by men and women who value monetary gain more than your health and well-being.

The science you trust encourages you to only ask certain questions while bullying you not to ask other questions.  This helps you feel educated while remaining ignorant, leaving you dependent on other people to show us what to eat, how to medicate ourselves and how to get food.

Your science encourages us to become addicted to substances and prefers to treat and react over solve and cure.

The science you shout from the mountain tops poisons and pollutes our world.  It destroys environments and ecosystems and causes detrimental problems on a massive scale.

The science you are so eager to fight for tells us that objects are more important than lives (human or otherwise) and we need to hoard objects to have any sort of value.  it convinces us we’re suffering unless we have more things than we’ll ever actually need in our lifetime.

The science we should all believe in should encourage questions, discussions and exploration.

Real science teaches me not only how a plant grows and puts oxygen into the air, or the parts of a plant and how it utilizes water, soil and sun; it also teaches me the art of growing plants, identifying plants, plant uses, preserving plants, nutritional and medicinal value of plants.

Real science wants you to ask why there are berries growing on the potato plant, what happens when you release a helium balloon into the air, which insects harm certain plants and why we don’t eat dandelions or insects.  It wants us to ponder why plastic doesn’t break down and search for ways to resolve that problem.  It wants us to find ways to clean up  the messes we’ve made.  Real science wants to be discovered.

Real science is beyond animal classification, habitats, anatomy and life cycles.  It is in the making the tools, hunting or raising animals and slaughtering them.  It is knowing how to cut and use the cuts of meat.  It is how to use all parts of the animal efficiently including the skin, fat and bones.

Real science teaches us how to survive and thrive.  How to exist with other people and other species.  It gives us relevant knowledge so we can live on.  It allows us the information we need to make good biological, physical, psychological, and emotional decisions.

It is not about who has the most money or how to make more.Now

It allows us to learn and discover new ways to be entertained, overcome addiction and be creative.

Man’s science is for profit.  It encourages ignorance and destruction.  It turns us into the parasites of the planet.  It shames anyone who asks questions and it mutilates logic.  It only allows select information to be passed on to the common human

I encourage you to stop putting all of your faith into the science that is presented to you and step away from your cult.  Ask questions you never would have asked before.  You will learn so much more useful information when you do.

Wasp! Wasp!

“Wasp!  Wasp!”  Electricityboy screeched from the sandbox in so much of a panic that it was hard to understand what he was yelling about.

I came swooping in flailing a flyswatter around chasing the wasp in some pathetic comedic routine, trying hard not to  trip over children who long to be at the center of the chaos.

Mommy to the rescue.  I’m the hero, the destroyer of wasps.

The crisis had been averted.  I could relax.  I sat back down and opened my book and continued writing taking a moment to consider the thoughts I had been thinking before I was interrupted.

Again the excited chorus of “Wasp!  Wasp!” filled the air and Electricityboy was bouncing up and down.

That time was my time.  That was the closest I can get to time where I’m allowed to concentrate.  At that moment I knew nothing inside of the house is being snuck, broken or messed up.  My yard is child-proofed and the children are capable of playing without me needing to hover over them.

That was the time I get to enjoy the warmth of summer before it fades away and I’m knee deep in snow again.  That was the time that I use the outdoors for inspiration and relaxation.

So why was I jumping up every three minutes to swat stinging insects away from my children?  If I’m on wasp watch constantly while we’re outside, when do I get to read or write?

I went to Electricityboy and handed him a flyswatter.  “Here,” I said to him, “you kill them.”

Electricityboy gave me a large grin and took the swatter.

I sat back down but didn’t open my book this time because I was anticipating frustration regarding how difficult it is to hit a wasp, never mind how hard it is to kill one.

Instead, I witnessed just the opposite.  Electricityboy was thrilled to chase the wasps every time they came near him.  The random bouts of screaming ceased.  I was happy to sit down and pick up where I left off.

After a while Electricityboy came up onto the deck holding the flyswatter parallel to the ground full of small rocks and the rear end of a wasp which he proudly dumped onto the table.

His first kill.

And oh- the enthusiastic play by play he shared with us…

“It came at me like this…” He waved his hands imitating the wasp coming near.  “And I swung like this!”  His body and his words reliving the moment this wasp came into view until he brought it onto the deck.  All told with such excitement and energy that I couldn’t help but be as proud of his first kill as he is.Swat

Our wily little wasp hunter.

Eventually as I was reflecting upon this particular circumstance, I came across a personal revelation.

When I was swooping in to save him from his fears, I was setting it up for him to always need to be saved and for me to always be doing the saving.  I was doing what I thought I should be doing and I wasn’t doing it right.

As soon as I handed him the swatter, I gave him a tool to fight his fear and deal with his anxiety.  I empowered him and gave him a chance to have control over his own life.

It’s important to have tools to help you cope with the craziness of life.

Now I just need to find the “flyswatter” for all the other fears and worries my children have.

Dear Gay and Lesbian People

Last week I wrote a letter to religious straight people.  Now I have something to say about the other end of this debate.

The way you were treated in the past was wrong.  Some of you were bullied mercilessly.  I’m sure there’s still a significant amount of hatred directed at you to this day..

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry people tried to push you into living lives that weren’t good for you.

I’m sorry people told you that you couldn’t be happy because it’s against their beliefs.

I’m sorry members of your own religion shunned you.

I’m sorry you were rejected, judged, abused, and harassed over something that is, quite frankly, nobody else’s business.

I’m sorry you were made to feel guilty and ashamed over something that was out of your control.

And I’m sorry that there are still bullies today eager to hunt you down and hurt you further.

They had no right to do this to you.

So why are you so eager to do it back to them?

I’ve stood by you all this time.  I’ve been your friend, your ally, and your support.

But some of you are doing things I can’t support.

You can’t fight for a freedom to love when you target religious establishments to dump out a truckload of hate on them.

You can’t demand that a church marry you, or that a bible be changed for you.  You can’t go along destroying the lives of photographers who won’t take marriage phitos of you, or ruining the lives of B&B owners because they won’t allow unwed couples to share a room.  These people didn’t come to you and attack you, you sought them out and hurt them.

That’s bullying.

There are several churches that would not marry me.  I’m an unwed mother who’s living with her partner.  I do not desire to marry in a church that is against every aspect of my life and forcing a church to change and marry me against their will seems like a really bad start to a happy and loving marriage.  I’d rather be surrounded by people who are accepting of me because they’re loving, not because I’m threatening to destroy their lives otherwise.

What are you trying to accomplish with your bullying?  Are you trying to destroy religion because it states that your life (and mine) is a sin?

Let’s say you win.  Religion is banned.  People have to practice their religion hidden in the basement of their homes in secret.  Bibles are destroyed.  Being anti-gay is punishable by jail time.

What then?

What about the church groups that marched in the parade alongside you?

What about the innocent child who believes in God but does not hate nor fear you?

What about all of the religious people who fought among their own families and church families to stand up for you even though they were not gay themselves?

Would you trample the very people who stood up for you?

You don’t get to decide what other people believe.  You don’t get to harm them because you’re angry.  You don’t get to decide what’s right for someone else’s life.DSCF1536

If you’re being a jerk because someone was a jerk to you, than at least stop lying about it and pretending to be loving and accepting.  #samehate

If you’re preaching love an acceptance, than live it.  You can make a world of difference.  #samelove

Dear Religious Straight People

I need you to understand something…

I understand that you’re not gay.  You’ve never had to experience what it was like to be told that you can’t act certain ways because of your gender, and you’ve never been told that you shouldn’t be attracted to someone because your feelings are wrong.

Your struggles lie elsewhere in life.

You may be against the idea of man lying with another man.  You may disagree with a woman marrying a woman.  It might be against your religion.  It might make you feel uncomfortable.

But I have a few things I need to say about sexuality.

First off, as many have said before me, this is not a choice.  A person doesn’t wake up one day and decide to be attracted to Tonya instead of Tony.  Why would they choose to put themselves in a situation where they will be judged and under attack for something as silly as sexual preference?

Your religion states that being gay is a sin, or for some that acting upon the urges of being attracted to the same gender is a sin.  It’s okay to believe that.

But…and this is important….those are the guidelines to which you live your life.  If you are attracted to the same sex, that is a struggle for you to overcome that will bring you closer to or take you farther from God.  Strive to live life well.

It is not your duty to impose your beliefs or religion on anyone else.  You don’t get to make those decisions for other people.  It is wrong to refuse to include people or help people based on their sexuality.

That is bullying.

You can not pour hate all over people that disagree with some of your beliefs and call yourself a good Christian.  Nor can you assume that someone else can not do something because it’s against your religion.

Could you imagine protesting standing outside of a AA meeting with signs of hatred and sharp voices condemning those inside because they have sinned?  Or screaming at young adults that premarital sex will land them in hell.  Imagine slapping a “Sinner!” sticker on the forehead of every person you meet who’s having a cigarette.  Imagine harassing a person who’s gone through a divorce and had the nerve to move on to another husband before her first husband has died off, accusing her of adultery.  The list of sins is endless, yet we don’t draw attention to them all in a person’s every day life.

Unless they’re gay?  Why then?  Why all of the outrage over someone else’s private life?

When we’re dealing with two consenting adults that are not harming each other, why the upset?

You don’t have to live it.  You don’t even have to support it.  You can continue to strive to live your life according to the gospel you follow.

But don’t hate a gay person because they’re gay.

If you actually want to make a difference in the world and make a good name for Christians, be loving and kind towards mankind; even the elderly, the children, the homeless, the gay and lesbian people, the transgenders, the atheists and those who use words of hatred towards you.

Be religious, be strong, stand by your beliefs – but do it with love and forgiveness in your heart.

If you are one of the religious people who are being loving and accepting already, keep it up!  That’s awesome!  I know there are plenty out there shadowed by the angry ones but you will make a positive difference in the end.

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The Family Gets Offended

One evening the family sat around the dinner table eating when Little Brother let out a foul smelling fart.

“Excuse me.”  Little Brother said politely.  He didn’t mean to let one rip at the dinner table, it just sort of snuck up on him and out of him.

“That’s disgusting.”  Big Sister snarled.  “It’s rude to pass gas in the house.”

“I said excuse me.  And it was an accident.”  Little Brother said defensively.

“Of course it was an accident,”  Father piped up, “But Big Sister is right.  It is inappropriate.”

“And offensive.”  Mother added pointing with her fork.

And so it was decided, from here on out, that flatulence was banned from the house.  One could only fart outside, and anyone who failed to put their rear-end outside before bursting their stench from it was fined $2 to be added to a large jar on the dining room table.DSCF1907

This led to the family having many hurried attempts to get outside at random times and sometimes in questionable attire.  Sometimes one only had enough time to jam their bottom through the window.  They were able to see that this new rule was foolish, but it was the rule so they just went with it.

The money jar was going to go towards improvements for the family so even though it was a silly hassle it was going to benefit the entire family.

Shortly after, Little Brother noticed Big Sister reading a book from school.

“What’s that about?”  He inquired with wide, curious eyes.

“It’s a book I have to read for school.  It’s about a boy and a girl who fall in love but their families won’t let them be together, so they kill themselves.”  Big Sister summed up for her smaller sibling.  “It’s a romantic tragedy.”

“That’s horrible,”  Little Brother scrunched his nose in disgust, “They’re in love.”

“And they kill themselves.  I can’t believe they would put something horrible like that in a book.  I shouldn’t have to read this.”  Big Sister sat up.  “This isn’t appropriate and this needs to change.”

Little Brother and Big Sister took their concern to Mother and Father.

“Well, these are some valid concerns.  It does not seem to be in your best interest to allow you to read something that could be emotionally damaging.”  Father agreed.  “It’s time for us to ensure that our children only have access to good books, Mother.”

“I think it’s good to read about several things to encourage education, creativity and critical thinking.”  Mother objected.  She was fond of books, and the one that Big Sister was protesting was among her favourites.

Mother was outvoted and the family began to weed out the bad books.

DSCF1905“This one has sex in it, so it must go.”

“This one is about a boy with an imaginary friend.  We don’t want to teach our children to make things up and live in a fantasy world.”

“Clearly this one is encouraging children to jump on their fathers.  It must go.”

And so the pile of books to get rid of grew, each with a valid reason to be removed from the house for the safety of the children.

A psychology textbook was trashed so as to not offend anyone who may have mental illness and to discourage the children from developing a mental illness of their own through the power of suggestion.  Talking animals, magicians and wizards, nightmare creatures, and loving couples all found a new home in the dumpster.  History books filled to the brim with violence, slavery and war were discarded.  Comics, cartoon characters and superheroes suffered the same fate.  Science books could not prove to be an exception since they were full of reproductive parts, venomous creatures and horrific natural disasters.  Even inspirational books were considered rubbish because they told sad stories before they became happy.

In the end of this particular purge, no books remained.  Mother wept with sadness over the lost information, stories she’ll never visit again and tales never to be told now.

But it was best to protect her innocent children from the horrors of feeling unpleasant emotions.

And so it snowballed perhaps out of control over the course of two months.  One member of the family would express displeasure or offense over something and it would become banned from the household.  Many things came with fines that would collect in the large jar on the table.  Sometimes one would claim offense just out of spite to another family member that had gotten one of their favourite things banned.

Big Sister demanded that guns were violent which led to the cleansing of the house of all guns, rifles, pop guns, water guns, cap guns and the list goes on, right down to the toy soldiers with their miniature plastic guns.

This angered Little Brother who took it upon himself to become outraged at the sight of half naked under-aged boy posters that plastered the walls of Big Sister’s bedroom.  This one in particular spiraled so out of control that anything and everything that could possibly be viewed as sexual in any way was to be disposed of.  This led to works of art being destroyed, old pictures of Mother and Father from their early adult years that could be considered questionable were burnt, Big Sister’s friend who was fond of wearing slinky tank tops was no longer allowed in the house, clothing that was considered revealing was donated, and any fruit or vegetable that resembled anything sexual…even vaguely, was barred from the house.

Mother complained about the shows the family liked to watch and the ways they used the computer and so those objects no longer had a place in the home.  Video games were removed shortly after.

Father made comments about the stench of Mother’s cooking which led to a large variety of foods that could no longer be served.  When Mother mentioned how appalled she was by the sugar and preservative content of their foods, the list of foods that was permitted in the house became so tiny that variety was no longer an option.

The wall paper was removed.  The furniture was thrown away.  Toys were donated to second hand stores.  Friends were abandoned.

The money jar found a new home on the floor when the table was removed from the house.  Everyone always added to the jar when they were fined for using offensive words such as bossy, stupid, lame or ugly.  They also added to it when they made offensive smells or sounds like burping, farting, screaming, sweating or snoring.  Yet the amount of money in the jar never actually seemed to increase and so it never could be used as it was intended.

There was always going to be somebody offended by something, and even when everything was gone the family still wasn’t happy.  Instead, they were just bitter people feeling as if they’ve had their whole world taken away from them while being angry at those around them.  Their world became smaller and darker as they became more disgruntled and the smaller and darker their world got, the harder it was for them to remember how to be happy and healthy.

In the end, Mother, Father, Big Sister and Little Brother sat in the dimly lit living room on the cold hardwood floor, legs crossed and looking at each other in misery until some fool piped up “I don’t like the way you’re looking at me.” and they were all forced to gouge out their own eyes.