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Of Wenches and Violition

Friday, April 2nd, 2010

The decisions we make in life are outcomes that come from many origins. Some are the result of knee jerk snap shots of feeling and information, some are ingrained from experience or training, and some come from simple obedience to authority. There are decisions we make for personal benefit that often end disastrously. And, some decisions are made from pure conviction.
I’ve tried very hard to quiet the attitudes and opinions that came with the passionate soapbox Dad said was attached to my feet at birth. Innumerable are the times folks have told me to relax, don’t take things so seriously, it doesn’t matter, on and on and on. So, the little girl put her soapbox away just to make peace; safely tucked away with family photos and memorabilia. Like they said…why make things difficult for yourself? And then the census questionnaire came.
As I read the census forms noticing what questions were being asked and those that were not, strong apprehension started to rise up. Why did the census form need my name and phone number when it didn’t ask if I were a qualified voter? The census form was mailed to “resident” which should conclude that I am a “resident”. (legal or illegal is another matter). The IRS has my name, the Social Security Department has my name, and soon, the healthcare national record system will have my name. I am working, paying my bills on time, pay my taxes, and live a quiet life staying out of trouble. The census form has my address. Good enough.
Although the rules say there is a fine for not filling out questions on the census questionnaire, I decided to limit the information I willingly shared. I told them the number of residents here (1), my sex (f), and my age for projected district and budgetary considerations. I did not tell them my name, my phone number, my date of birth, or my racial classification. Why? Basically, because my children and grandchildren need to know that there are times when those employed by the government need to hear the word “no”. There are times when we need to remind those employed by us (us being US citizens) that they do not have unlimited power over us. Freedom is precious and worth protecting. Freedom happens when we put limits on what we allow others, who think they have power to make us do something, convince us to do. Sometimes we have to say, for the sake of future generations, “this far and no farther”.
My family has a history of public service for generations. Many were one of ”the firsts” in some field of expertise. Although I may not be the first of anything in my family, I am pulling the soapbox out of the memorabilia storage container, dusting it off, reinforcing the corners, and putting on a fresh coat of paint.
Best wishes for contemplative decision making,
The SturdyWench.

Of Wenches’ and March Magical Musings

Friday, March 16th, 2007

Contemplating upon magical thinking. The link below describes musing well.

How much time and effort do we invest in such mental exertion? Isn’’t it easier allowing media clips or talk show hosts to extemporaneously clarify world events; filtered through another’s personal, financial, or political bias? After all, they’re so loud. They’re so popular, pretty, and polished. They’re so confident in conviction. And they repeat everything so many times….on so many channels….on so many stations….in so many newspaper articles or editorials and blogs.

To accept these as truth is magical thinking.

According to Wikipedia’’s submissions regarding magical thinking, they state that it depends on two laws: the law of similarity and the law of contagion. In the first, an effect resembles its cause and in the second, things which were once in physical contact maintain a connection even after physical contact has been broken.

For the Sturdywench, coincidences, correlations, contingencies, nor coercion will convince. Conclusions are not to be based on the convenient. Context is critical as is complete and concrete data.

Let us do the work and not merely massage ideas we want to be true with info bits from sources we no longer question. Let the folks who like attention, feed off of each other for ideas, or get paid for ratings and easy controversy do this. The Sturdywench does not need to condemn in order to not concur.

Happy March Musings to all you SturdyWenches,
The SturdyWench

Clarifying “Wenches”

Monday, January 2nd, 2006

I have friends and family who find the term “wench”, much less “sturdywench”, distasteful. Some don’t want to talk with me anymore and some list the reasons why the term does not describe the person they have come to know. My response is ….why? and better yet,……so? “Don’t you care that people will get the wrong idea?” …no. “Don’t you care how people think about you?” .. ..well, for the most part, … “You want people to think you are a fat bartending whore?”….um, say what? …..and … what?

Sturdywenches are not concerned with stereotypes….sturdywenches get the job done. While others are worried about what foks assume and how folks view them, sturdywenches don’t. Preconceived ideas, prejudice, ingnorance, and presumption don’t get in the way. Sturdywenches get the job done. Call us what you want…visualize whatever…….we’ll get the job done.

While others are arguing over who gets paid for what, it is the sturdywench who is doing the job. Sturdywenches focus on the need, create a plan, execute, and get the job done. Sturdywenches do not care about who gets the credit or if anyone ever knows how the job got done. The fact that the job got done and the need was met is what matters. Sturdywenches are not attention seeking nor will they be dismayed or discouraged because of paltry and petty misconceptions. Dauntless, the sturdywench carries on.

Upon further discussion with these folks, often it is their own fears of an injured reputation or judgement they have placed upon others in their youth that lead them to this opinion. Conflict resolution can not happen when we don’t listen or see others for who they are and what they do but relate to a term or title instead. Sturdywenches don’t do that. Like the apple packer who gets paid for each packed box, each box reflects a job done; no character association, no political correctness, no stereotype, no hidden agenda.

I hope this clarifies a Sturdywench,

“I” squared wenches

Tuesday, July 27th, 2004

“I” squared. “I” to the second power.

Resisting with my heels dug into the carpet, the excuses not to go see Mr. Michael Moore’s movie Farhenheit 9/11 became limited. Why go? I had successfully evaded the feeding frenzy about Pres. Clinton for many years and did not want to become part of a feeding frenzy about the current president. This flimsy reasoning finally fell. One could become informed without succombing to a mob mentality….right? Yes, right! The theme of the movie to me was accountability; more on that another day. For now, thank you Mrs. Heinz Kerry for your speech tonight….we sturdywenches will be intelligent and informed.

Whinstone Wench

Thursday, January 1st, 2004

A friend kindly sent this story to me and it merits availability to all. Like most successful defensive deterrents, the possibility of use is where the power hopefully remains.

    Melbourne, Australia – - -

    Gun-toting granny Ava Estelle, 81, was so ticked-off when two thugs raped her 18-year-old granddaughter that she tracked the unsuspecting down – - and shot off their testicles.

    The old lady spent a week hunting the ex-cons and when she found them, she took revenge on them in her own special way, said Melbourne police investigator Evan Delp.

    Then she took a taxi to the nearest police station, laid the gun on the sergeant’s desk and told him as calm as could be: ‘Those bastards will never rape anybody again, by God.’

    Cops say convicted rapist and robber Davis Furth, 33, lost both his penis and his testicles when outraged Ava opened fire with a 9-mm pistol in the hotel room where he and former prison cellmate Stanley Thomas, 29, were holed up.

    The wrinkled avenger also blew Thomas’ testicles to kingdom come, but doctors managed to save his mangled penis, police said.

    The one guy, Thomas, didn’t lose his manhood, but the doctor I talked to said he won’t be using it the way he used to, Detective Delp told reporters. Both men are still in pretty bad shape, but I think they’re just happy to be alive after what they’ve been through.

    The Rambo Granny swung into action August 21 after her granddaughter Debbie was carjacked and raped in broad daylight by two knife-wielding creeps in a section of town bordering on skid row.

    When I saw the look on my Debbie’s face that night in the hospital, I decided I was going to go out and get those bastards myself ’cause I figured the Law would go easy on them, “recalled the retired library worker.

    “And I wasn’t scared of them, either — because I’ve got me a gun and I’ve been shootin’ all my life. And wasn’t dumb enough to turn it in when the law changed about owning one. So, using a police artist’s sketch of the suspects and Debbie’s description of the sickos’, tough-as-nails Ava spent seven days prowling the wino-infested neighborhood where the crime took place till she spotted the ill fated rapists entering their flophouse hotel.

    I know it was them the minute I saw ‘em, but I shot a picture of ‘em anyway and took it back to Debbie and she said sure as hell, it was them, the oldster recalled.

    So I went back to that hotel and found their room and knocked on the door and the minute the big one, Furth, opened the door, I shot ‘em right square between the legs, right where it would really hurt ‘em most, you know.

    Then I went in and shot the other one as he backed up pleading to me to spare him. Then I went down to the police station and turned myself in.

    Now, baffled lawmen are trying to figure out exactly how to deal with the vigilante granny. What she did was wrong, and she broke the law, but it is difficult to throw an 81-year-old woman in prison, Det. Delp said, especially when 3 million people in the city want to nominate her for sainthood and a medal.