Either You Are or You Aren't...

Pinky's pissed...

You see I have this friend who has a friend who was convicted of a felony sex crime and who served his time in prison. He paid the debt that the judicial system required of him and he got out of prison and tried to start his life over.

Except, because a bastard ex-lover used a little known loophole regarding his parole, the guy who was trying to make something of himself after four and a half years of exemplary behavior gets his ass thrown back in jail. All because he wouldn't give into the blackmail of the ex-lover.

Now... before you get your knickers all in a knot and think that I am defending pedophiles and want rapists to run wild up and down the streets randomly attacking little old ladies, that's not what this is about. I know that there are evil and twisted men (and women!) out there who use sex as a weapon against others and who deserve punishment and who should never ever see the light of day again. (I went to catechism with one!)

But I also believe that there are other people who can be rehabilitated or can learn from the things they have done in the past and won't do them again. I have to believe (or at least hope) the prison system is serving some sort of purpose and that people are coming out of it without the inclination to commit the same or another crime again. (Though the rate of recidivism seems to negate that idea totally.)

So either you are rehabilitated when you get out and you should not continued to be punished for your previous crime or you aren't rehabilitated and what is the point of letting you out at all? Right?

RIGHT???

Pinky Says: Sex is Exercise too

Sex is the best kind of exercise there is... or so says Pinky.

And exercise releases endorphins which are the body's very own pain killers.

Ergo, engaging in sexual activity will kill your pain. Just don't hurt yourself doing it! And remember--be sure to follow the golden rule:

Do onto others as you would have them do onto you.

Makes sense to me.

May you all get all the exercise you can today and everyday.

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Apropos to nothing at all, as trivia for the day:

Napoleon's grand nephew, Charles Bonaparte, was Teddy Roosevelt's Attorney General and founded the FBI in 1908.

Looking like the plague...

I went to the dermatologist two days ago for a beautification treatment (I wish!--it was actually supposed to treat rosacea...) and came out looking like a plague victim...

My face is covered with swollen scabby black and purple bruises over chin, cheek, nose and forehead. According to the eye-witness accounts I have read of the appearance of those with the worst type of plague, they had these awful hemorrhages under their skin rather like swollen bruises... sound familiar?

This is certainly a case of the treatment being worse than the disease. Why trade an everyday existence of a little scaly redness on cheek and chin that gets worse in the cold for 5 to 7 days of serious disfigurement every three months?

But we have all been brainwashed to believe that medicine, the medical establishment, and most especially the pharmaceutical industry can cure all our ills, make our lives perfect, save the world, assure us we'll go to heaven when we die--or guarantee that we never will or that when we do we'll look like we did when we were 20 years old...

And I've fallen for it just like everyone else... better living by chemistry and then you die.

What will Pinky Say...

Pinky is the alter ego of a mostly mild mannered bookstore buyer from Northeastern Ohio named Peggy. Peggy is totally conventional--a 46-year-old single apartment dweller with two cats, a car loan, aging parents, arguing siblings, a sister dead from breast cancer, who's burnt out from a job she's been at for the past 21-plus years as well as a frustrated novelist.

Pinky started out as a joke between friends. If I were ever to choose a stripper name, I'd be "Pinky Flamingo"--don't ask me why, but that would be it! And I figure a stripper can be as loud-mouthed and politically incorrect as she wants.

So while Peggy the book buyer may talk about books and writing and her cats and her family and day-to-day happenings, Pinky will want to take a few jabs and hits at the stupid, screwy and weird things that irk her off.

It could be that Pinky is just a manifestation of the recent change in Peggy's medication but who's to say for sure... Pinky's loose now and she's liable to say anything!