the everyday adventures of sabrina

i'm happy, hope you're happy too

in response to a copy of this email which i received this evening, i finally had enough of the forwarded, no research, slanderous, nasty and small-minded political crap (think: HILLARY IS GOING TO MAKE US ALL LESBIAN COMMIES!!!!!!!) that my family sees fit to fling at me. it’s rare for me to fling back Christian rhetoric at someone, not least because i consider myself agnostic, but dammit, this shit really pisses me off, especially when it’s done in the name of Christ, who sounds like he could have been a pretty nice guy, all things considered.

Actually, Obama’s middle name is Hussein, not Mohammed; he’s Christian, not Muslim; the church web site clearly says that “It is God who gives us the strength and courage to continuously address injustice as a people” and that is why they celebrate a shared black background, not that white (or purple or pink) people are not allowed; the web site further states (at http://www.tucc.org/talking_points.htm, in direct response to the Hannity and Colmes show) that “African-centered thought, unlike Eurocentrism, does not assume superiority and look at everyone else as being inferior” which rules out that claim that the church is racist; I worked for the same University he taught at and lived in the same Chicago south side community, Hyde Park, he lives in, we probably even shopped at the same grocery store because there was only one in Hyde Park, and he had a good reputation as a kind man; and for the record, I plan to vote for him.

As for the middle name issue. Barack Obama’s middle name being Mohammed, or Hussein, or Fredericka De Ville is about as relevant to the Presidency of the United States of America as my cat’s name. My middle name is Lee, but that doesn’t mean I support Robert E. Lee and want the Confederate States of America to rise again. A name is just something our parents stuck us with.

I find this sort of message to be not just personally depressing but un-Christian in its judgmentalism and untruth, and I think if you re-read it you might see why I feel that way. It’s not up to us to judge. XXX, I love you, but please don’t forward me emails about politicians anymore. It upsets me to read messages like this from people I love and respect. I am basing my support of candidates on what I see and hear them say directly, not something I get third-hand from some author on the Internet somewhere who is too frightened to sign his own name to it. And one of the reasons I’m voting for Obama is because he’s not spreading malicious lies about the other candidates, and is genuinely turning the other cheek.

–sabrina

this is after i sat through watching Mike Huckabee tonight, whining about how Mitt Romney is mean and horrible and so on and so forth, and yesterday watched both Huckabee and Obama on “Face the Nation” from the other day — a broadcast in which every single damn time the interview tried to get Obama to say something nasty about Hillary Clinton, he not only did not do so but talked about his platform in the context of the question and how he would improve things.

for all the focus on christianity and religion it has, i think this election cycle could use a little less christianism and a little more Christlike behavior.

O Frabjous Day!

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so yesterday i submitted two online payments to my citibank mastercard for the last $2202.10 of my credit card debt. it’s, like, paid off now, and shit. and then i did my 2008 budget and flung some at Médecins Sans Frontières, because i am a wild woman and you cannot stop the crazy when i get my party on.

and then i spent my christmas gift from my dad (cash) on a shiny new set of knitting needles i’ve been dying to get my paws on for months, but could never justify actually buying, what with the trying to pay off my credit card debt and all. i can’t wait for them to arrive! i’m so excited, i’m going to use them to knit Donna (which i already cast on and knit about 1 inch of, but then decided i didn’t want to knit it on straights and would prefer to knit it in the round as much as i can, and so i chose to splurge on the Options rather than buying another ordinary circ).

take that, looming recession! (and someone just shoot me in the head if i get in credit card debt again, please.)

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Honest.

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totally snowed under

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figuratively, and about to be literally (again: 5-7 inches predicted for today. hoo-frickin’-ray). sorry the blog has been radio silent lately. i’m buried under with email, my house was a train wreck (happily, i have made improvements), i had a bunch of financial crap i had to deal with, my car was in the shop, i am wicked busy with work, and someday i hope to once again actually, say, finish a knitting project.

but today will not be that day, as it appears i’m going to spend this evening digging my freshly-repaired car out of a snowdrift so that i can go spend some obligatory (and i mean that literally) “quality time” with various segments of family, which will be nice, nice, and bitterly upsetting, in turns. this is part of the reason the blog has been radio silent as, since i have had not much nice to say, i haven’t wanted to say anything at all. (had i said anything, it would have been the post i wrote and then cancelled the other day saying that i would really appreciate it if no one in the world asked me how my christmas went or what nice things i received, since people would probably not enjoy my honest responses to those, and i dislike lying. but that would have been bitter.)

on the bright side, i may score a couple of bears tickets for this sunday, and i’m thinking about treating myself to a new pair of addi turbos so i can work on a sweater (but i’m not decided, because i wonder if it might be smarter to get the knitpicks options set – cheaper in the long run. opinions?). that would be fun. too bad it’ll be too cold and snowy to knit at the game like i do at sox games, because i bet that would be prime sweater-knitting time, there. with possibly less likelihood of having beer spilled on my yarn!