St. Darwin, or Religious Evolution.

Mister Ebert! I’ll thank you in the future to warm when you’re about to cause cognitive dissonance that amounts to a ding about the earhole with a half brick in a sock! You just tweeted: “Sin includes not believing in Darwin, says Michael Dowd, a Christian evangelist for evolution.” Link lead me to this brain-breaker: “The New Evagelism: Michael Dowd’s Evolutionary Christianity

It takes all kinds, I suppose. I wonder what Mister Myers will have to say about this when he catches wind of it. Excuse me, I need to send an email. And then go out, sit in the sun and cackle.

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Breitbart Vs. Beck.

Imagine laying on your stomach as a kid in the back yard, watching the microcosmic world like a god. There’s a wasp nest, and wisely, you keep back, keep quiet, mesmerized by the choreography of flights and landings. Suddenly a scorpion wanders into view, approaching the nest. (So you grew up near a desert, ok? Work with me here.)

What would you do? If you’re smart, absolutely nothing, except maybe call your friends over to watch the ensuing battle.

Witness, oh gentle and wise readers, the battle between Andrew Brietbart and Glenn Beck. “He threw me under the bus“, the wounded Breitbart wails.

This should be good; Because when it comes to a battle between a wasp and a scorpion, does it really matter who wins or loses? They’re both gonna stung and they’re both gonna hurt like hell.

A friendly wave of the Curmudgeonly cane to Our Angelo, he of the successful Stop Beck movement. He’s still sassy yet. He’ll make a fine curmudgeon some day.

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Sleepy Air Traffic Controllers.

Lots in the news lately about air traffic controllers sleeping on the job. When I was in the Navy, I had a roommate in the barracks who was an ATC. Learned that it has one of the highest stress ratings of any profession, and that they are responsible for more human lives in one hour than any doctor over the course of that doctor’s career.

Back in the day before I earned my curmudgeonly street cred, Ronny Ray-gun crippled the ATC union somehow. I was just a young whippersnapper, violating the lawn-space of my local neighbor curmudgeons, and really am not familiar with the particulars of how he did that. Hell, I’m not really sure *if* he’s to blame.

But I do know this: ATCs have to be mentally alert throughout a pretty long shift, can’t let anything distract them from that glowing screen in the dark tower at far remove from the rest of the bustling airport.

So, what’s their scheduling like? Are they shuffled from shift to shift, with little time between to adjust to time changes? How many are in a room at a time? Oh, sure, we need to cut costs, can’t pay two people to sit in a room in the middle of the night. Betcha there’s at least two people on duty in missile silos at all times.

Can anyone give me some factual information? Any ATCs out there wanna speak up and tell it like it is?

Oh, and that whole thing about Michelle Obama’s plane aborting landing due to a near collision? It got within 3 MILES of another craft about to land. It was redirected, the landing was not aborted. Shit like that prolly happens every frickin’ day, and we don’t hear about it because A) it wouldn’t have been considered newsworthy if some poor schmucks got caught dozing in the wee-smalls of the night, and B) those planes weren’t carrying the smartest, bare-armed, healthy-diet-promoting, gardening first lady ever.

I would SO love to see Michelle Obama run for president. She’s way too smart to be relegated to the veggie garden.

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Because 140 characters isn’t enough, dammit.

And also because Progressive Curmudgeon was already taken.

I’m a woman. I’m white. I’m over 50. I’m a Mayflower descendant. I’m an autodidact. I also love and liberally use steatopygian words. I’m a US Navy vet. I’m a mother. I’m a photographer. I live in a major national park. I live below poverty level. I pay taxes, and I pay them willingly. I have red hair. Currently, I have lots of red hair. I’m pro-choice. I’m a union member. At various times of my life I’ve been Christian, Pagan, agnostic, and atheist. At various times of my life I’ve been heterosexual, bisexual, lesbian and asexual. At various times of my life I’ve been Republican, apolitical, and Democrat. At various times in my life I’ve been socially conservative, inactive, inept, clueless, liberal, aware, sensitive, and progressive. I’m a poet. I’m a writer. I smoke. I eat meat. I drink alcohol, single malt whisky for preferance. I’m a feminist. I’m a bleeding-heart liberal, but I didn’t say *whose* heart would be bleeding.

This blog is a place for me to vent my political and social frustrations. I don’t give a damn if I get millions of followers or not. Sometimes I need more than 140 characters that Twitter allows, and this is where I will speak my mind in fullness. Be told; I use swear words, both profanity and vulgarities. It’s up to you to learn the difference.

This is MY lawn. It is my curmudgeonly prerogative to metaphorically wave my cane in a threatening manner and tell you to get the hell off it. Comments will be moderated. Spam comments will be nuked from orbit; it’s the only way to be sure. This isn’t a free speech zone. Eventually I might come up with a set of posting rules. Or I may not. Moderation is arbitrary and final. If you piss me off, you’ll be nuked from orbit. It’s the only way to be sure. Spelling and punctuation count.

It’s up to you to educate yourself. First link recommendation: Ignorance is curable. Stupidity isn’t. Stupidity is defined as willful refusal to educate yourself when you have the opportunity to do so.

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