Chachi In Charge

The Daily Kos has been running some wonderful articles about Occupy Wall Street, The 99% and specifically why The 53% are so misguided.

Today I saw an article by Satyrblade that takes those who aren't super wealthy but think they aren't part of the 99% to task. He says at the end:

Incidentally, unless this person is a multi-millionaire, she IS part of the 99%... and so are the rest of us. The slogan refers to the people making less than $10 million or so a year. That level of money is not something you often accumulate by working hard and living below your means. It's the kind of money usually enjoyed by people who either do some of the things listed above, or who inherit wealth from other people who already did.

This is what this country needs. Found this on Facebook today. Please, pass it on. The question is how to make this happen.

1. No Tenure / No Pension. A Congressman collects a salary while in office and receives no pay when they are out of office.
2. Congress (past, present & future) participants in Social Security. All funds in the Congressional retirement fund move to the Social Security system immediately. All future funds flow into the Social Security System, and Congress particpates with the American people. It may not be used for any other purpose.
3. Congress can purchase their own retirement plan, just as all Americans do.
4. Congress will no longer vote themselves a pay raise. Congressional pay will rise by the lower of CPI or 3%.
5. Congress loses their current health care system and participates in the same health care system as the American people.
6. Congress must equally abide by all laws they impose on the American people.
7. All contracts with past and present Congressmen are void effective 1/1/12. The American people did not make this contract with Congressmen. Congressmen made all these contracts for themselves. Serving in Congress is an honor, not a career. The Founding Fathers envisioned citizen legislators, so ours should serve their term(s), then go home and back to work.

If each person contacts a minimum of 20 people then it will only take three days for most people (in the US) to receive this message. Maybe it is time. THIS IS HOW YOU FIX CONGRESS. If you agree with the *Congressional Reform Act of 2011*, pass it on.

I've started a petition on Change.org to send this to Congress. It's the first step for seeing something like this actually happen. Please sign the petition today.

When I was at the Social Good Summit a few weeks ago, I saw Archbishop Desmond Tutu and Mary Robinson talk about the dangers of child marriage. They have a new international campaign, Girls Not Brides that they talked about.

Today, I saw an article on the BBC News site, "What Is It Like To Be A Child Bride?" Apparently there was a documentary on child marriage, The Truth About Child Brides, that aired on the BBC last night.

Girls Not Brides has a moving video about it:

It's so great to see this issue getting talked about. I think about what life might be like for these girls, and I just can't imagine. I can't imagine my 8 year old niece being married off now. I think back to my childhood and there was no way I could have pictured being married that young. Heck, for me, marrying at age 26 was too young.

I wish there was more that I could do to help the girls in these situations. They say raising awareness of the issue is the first step, so I'll do that now. Watch the video above. If you find The Truth About Child Brides playing again, watch it. And tell people about it. These girls need our help.

Ripley is fitting right in with Smudge and Spooky. Or at least, she and Spooky are getting along just fine and Smudge is pouting from the sidelines. But at least he's stopped hissing.

The only problem we've had is that The Boyz really like the kitten food. Really, really really like it. She is still getting gushy food (which she loves) but we haven't been able to leave her crunchies out cause The Boyz will eat them.

Last night I had an idea and this morning The Kitten Feeding Station 5000 was born. Behold.

I took Horus' old carrier (which is the biggest we have) and took off the door. Then I cut a little hole in an old Amazon.com box. I put a weight on top to hold the cardboard in place. I didn't want to attach it to the carrier since I have to take it off to put the bowls in.

I put her gushy food in there without the cardboard, and she ran right in. Then I took her out and put up the cardboard and she ran right in again.

Her crunchies are in there now, and she's totally figured out she can go in and out. The Boyz are rather annoyed since they can smell the food, but can't get to it. And since the door is cardboard, we can make the hold bigger as she grows. Success!

May was a difficult month. On May 2, 2011, my beloved Freesia Princess Muffy Cat passed away. She had been diagnosed with cancer a few weeks prior. She was steadily losing weight. She was down to 3 pounds, 9 ounces when she died. I was hand feeding her kitten gushy food from a demitasse spoon the last week of her life. It was so hard to watch her fade away.

On the evening of May 2, I came home from work and found her in a bad state. She wouldn't walk, didn't purr, just stared into space and was cold. I called E and he came home from work early. I sat on the floor in the kitchen next to her and softly pet her until he got home. We took her straight to the vet. They told us that she was in shock, and was suffering. We said our goodbyes and had her put to sleep.

Freesia had just turned 16 on April 24. Freesia came into my life my senior year of college. She was with me my entire adult life. She was an amazing cat. Everyone who ever met her loved her. She was the life of the party. She attended college and graduate school. She traveled the country, from Massachusetts to California. She had even been to Canada. I loved her very much. She lived a good, long life. Her little body just had had enough.

Smudge and Spooky were very quiet the first few days after Freesia died. They both sat with me, as I was a crying wreck. Then Spooky decided it was time to make his move, and the running, jumping, and power-plays started. He's firmly established himself as the emperor. Smudge seems to be content as the knave.

Though life has settled into a rhythm with The Boyz, something was missing. We are a three cat family, but only had two. E and I started talking about getting a kitten. It was so difficult to introduce Freesia, Smudge and Horus together as full grown cats, I'm loathe to go through that again. I figured The Boyz would take to a kitten much easier.

On Tuesday I stopped off at the SF SPCA just to see if they had any kittens. And that's when I saw her.

I put a hold on her and brought E back the next day. We brought her home yesterday. The little lady hasn't told us her name yet, as we are still getting to know each other. We have put her in the office, as she needs to be quarantined for the next week or so. She's settling right into her new home. She's playing with her toys. She purrs when you pick her up, and will make biscuits in your lap and give you kisses.

The Boyz have been very curious about her. They sit outside her door and meow and watch. I let them sniff each other through the door today and she was the one that hissed at them! Spooky, who I was most concerned about, seems just curious of her. Smudge is more unsure. But I have no doubt that they will take to her. How can they not! She is such a charming little lady.

The Oklahoma Daily has an awesome editorial on airport security. Have a read.

Quoting: "The risk of a terrorist attack is so infinitesimal and its impact so relatively insignificant that it doesn't make rational sense to accept the suspension of liberty for the sake of avoiding a statistical anomaly. There's no purpose in security if it debases the very life it intends to protect, yet the forced choice one has to make between privacy and travel does just that. If you want to travel, you have a choice between low-tech fondling or high-tech pornography; the choice, therefore, to relegate your fundamental rights in exchange for a plane ticket. Not only does this paradigm presume that one's right to privacy is variable contingent on the government's discretion and only respected in places that the government doesn't care to look -- but it also ignores that the fundamental right to travel has consistently been upheld by the Supreme Court. If we have both the right to privacy and the right to travel, then TSA's newest procedures cannot conceivably be considered legal. The TSA's regulations blatantly compromise the former at the expense of the latter, and as time goes on we will soon forget what it meant to have those rights."

There's an article in the New York Times today about the upcoming call to protest the backscatter x-ray machines at the security screenings in airports.

Joe Sharkey says at the end of his article "I'm getting a lot of questions about the new security regime, including some pointed ones from women. Do the imagers, for example, detect sanitary napkins? Yes. Does that then necessitate a pat-down? The T.S.A. couldn't say. Screeners, the T.S.A. has said, are expected to exercise some discretion." What the hell? What right does the TSA have to know that a woman is menstruating?

From the article it sounds like the pilots' union is making some headway at getting the TSA to exempt pilots from having to go through the screening. I like this quote "Pilots have long bristled at being subjected to intensive security when, as they point out, a pilot in control of an airplane does not need a Swiss Army knife to bring it down." Heh. But what can us non-union folks do to get a seat at the table with the TSA?

Some are calling to take the National Opt Out Day protest to the next level. They are asking men to wear kilts the traditional way, sans boxers, for the invasive pat down the opt out will require.

I kind of wish I were flying on Wednesday just so I could do my part to clog up the works. Not that I want the people traveling to be delayed. That sucks. But we have to make a stand. We can't let the government do this to us.

This Friday I was subjected yet again to the new TSA screening policies. I travel a lot, mostly for work, so I don't have the option of not flying. I have to "play" by the TSA rules. And it sucks. I don't know what we have to do to get these policies changed, but we need to figure it out.

This morning I wrote to the TSA themselves, my two senators, my congresswoman, and the president. Yes, I realize that if I didn't have an FBI file before I have one now. But you know what, I'm okay with that (I think). I want them to know that I'm mad. They need to know that you are mad too.

Most of the uproar right now is over the new X-ray scanning machines. The ones where the agents basically get to see you naked? And while they say they don't keep the images, do we really trust them? I don't. Luckily I have never had to go through one of those.

What I have had to endure is The Pat Down. Pretty much every time I go through security I get patted down. All of the agents I've dealt with so far have been courteous. I know it's their job and they are just following orders. I found out some interesting things on this last trip.

Did you know that a woman wearing a long skirt is now required to have her lower body pat down now? As a plus-size woman, almost all of my skirts are long. I feel this unfairly discriminates against me, not to mention what it does for women who wear long skirts for religious reasons. I do not believe this does anything to increase security.

I also object to the more intrusive pat downs that are now happening. I much preferred the wand that was used. My brassier usually sets off the alarm, so I get patted down almost every time I go through security (even if I am not wearing a skirt). I object to having total strangers touch my body in such an intimate way. They touch your boobs. They feel your butt and your inner thigh. No where else do you get this kind of treatment

These new policies treat law abiding citizens like criminals. This is not a police state. We should be able to travel freely from state to state and within a state without being felt up by law enforcement.

What can you do? Well, to start do what I did. Write to your congress-person. Write to your senators. (Both of them). Write to the president and to the TSA.

Some folks are holding a protest by opting out of the x-ray scanners on Wed, Nov 24, 2010.

Please re-post to boost the signal.

They had a fire this morning that destroyed most of their facility and killed several animals, including 12 cats. They need donations, volunteers to help with clean-up, and people to temporarily foster pets.

http://www.berkeleyhumane.org/

http://www.mercurynews.com/news/ci_15125303?nclick_check=1

Here's the continuation of the Life List. It's hard not to add things that I've already done to the list.

26. Have a baby.
27. Go hiking the Lake District in England.
28. Make a quilt out of my favorite old t-shirts.
29. Visit the Liberace museum in Las Vegas.
30. Visit the best museums: Musée du Louvre, Metropolitan Museum of Art, Vatican Museums, Uffizi Gallery, Prado Museum, The State Hermitage, The J. Paul Getty Center, Musee d'Orsay, National Gallery of Art, Centre Georges Pompidou, Tate Modern, Museum of Modern Art NYC, The Egyptian Museum, Kunsthistorisches Museum, British Museum, Guggenheim, The Rijksmuseum and the Art Institute of Chicago.
31. Learn how to paint.
32. Be a foster mom to kittens for a local animal shelter.
33. Get out of debt.
34. Volunteer at a homeless shelter.
35. Own a home.
36. Ride the Orient Express.
37. Visit the Valley of the Kings in Egypt.
38. Participate in an archeological dig.
39. Sew a (mostly) historically accurate Renaissance dress.
40. Go snowshoeing.
41. Participate in annual environmental clean ups.
42. Change the oil in my car.
43. Learn how to lay tile.
44. Refinish a piece of furniture.
45. Visit the towns in Italy and Slovakia my ancesters came from.
46. Learn to speak Italian.
47. Make soap.
48. Reclaim yarn from a thrift-store sweater and make it into something else.
49. Gather my favorite recipes from my childhood.
50. Frame and hang the wedding photos of me and Erik, our parents, and grandparents.