this is being discussed elsewhere, but i think this needs some discussion here.
i'm curious how this ends. like most comments i've seen, i don't wish to see this man die. yet i can't help but marvel at the sheer insanity of it all. will he see this all the way through? will health officials intervene? can they? will his family allow him to die for his cause? if so, will he become a significant martyr for the discriminatory crowd?
there are some high profile politicians in Utah. i'd like to hear what they have to say about this.
then, of course, there is the cause itself. he, like many devout people, believes that homosexuality is a sin so any union between same sex people should not be recognized by the gov't. that's the crux of it at least. i'm always amazed that people can get so worked up about an issue that has exactly zero impact on their own lives. the argument that i use, which is quite simple, is that if you don't like gay marriage don't get gay married. problem solved. but it's so incredibly important to this man that he's willing to risk his health while having no chance of actually effecting policy. this, to me, seems important. since the policy can't change until it works its way through the courts, he's likely going to have to go without food for a long long time. which means that this will play out one of three ways:
1. he dies
2. he caves
3. someone intervenes
i'm leaning towards number two, but i'll be keeping my eye out for one or three.
sk8eycat, I found a house at 500 Eton Dr. and it completely fills the lot, with no landscaping. Is that the one you mean? On the corner? It doesn't fit the neighborhood and I would be surprised if anyone would buy that large a house on that small a lot. It is nice.
The neighborhood looks very pretty and I can see why you don't want to leave it.
Google Earth reveals many earthquakes in your area within the past week. Do you often feel shacking? You are right on a plate boundary.
That's the house, all right! Last summer they were renting it out on weekends for a "party house." Noisy as hell.
There are a lot of fault lines around here, but our neighborhood is on bedrock...alluvial soil is more likely to move when a fault slips. I haven't felt any quakes lately...except when big trucks drive by.
I think the magnitude has to be 3.5 or stronger for humans to feel, unless you're super-sensitive. It also depends on whether you're standing or lying down; you feel more when you're flat. The cats haven't been behaving unusually...and they DO before a big one hits. I'll have to check the USGS maps to see what's been going on.
Every sperm is sacred. Is that why the male has noctural emissions as he sleeps, but to do it manually is a "sin?" Maybe he enjoyed it too much, so he just has to wait for baby making time, or let gawd drain him when he is unaware.
Next thing we know these sperm will already have "souls" and this becomes a great reason to be killing abortion doctors. Yes, alll those evil women who use abortion as birth control. Just think of all the money they could save if somebody told them about the birth control pill.
They probably would rip out your avocado, lemon and orange trees. I would hate that. When I sold my old house to my son in law, he took-out a beautiful tree I had in the front yard, but I managed to hold my tongue.
Does anyone want to guess at the numbers, probably thousands, of enslaved black cooks spit into the foods their white owners would soon eat?
My guess: Number of slaves: 8356 Number of loogies hawked: 457491
I'll bet many of them also peed in the soup (or spoon bread/cornbread batter), too. (I remember a scene in the "Roots" mini-series when Kizzy spat in a cup of water before giving it to the snotty old lady who had been her childhood "friend." Powerful scene!)
When Roots was first published I couldn't afford to buy the hardcover version, so I signed up for it at the library. When I finally got my hands on the book(s), I read straight through without stopping to sleep. I identified with the characters so strongly that the next time I happened to accidentally look in a mirror, I wondered for a second who that "clabberface" was.
Just to clarify: The "miracle" wasn't that seagulls showed up out of nowhere--of course they were always there. It was because the grasshoppers were eating everything in sight and suddenly (in answer to prayer, of course) vast numbers of the seagulls showed up and ate all the grasshoppers, saving the crops and the pioneers. It's a completely natural occurrence but they saw it as a miracle.
Oh, I know that...that's why I had a difficult time not laughing at the tour guide. It was the way she told the story, and her emphasis on seagulls. That such creatures should be there, in the middle of the land mass, miles from an ocean...and that they would eat something besides fish. Seagulls will eat anything they can get their beaks and talons on....even bagels.
We have seagulls here & we're not anywhere near a sea coast.
We have seagulls here and we are 300+ miles from the Pacific Ocean. We are on a watershed river that once had salmon.
S'funny. We're only 30 miles or so inland (Beautiful Downtown Burbank!), but the only time we see masses of gulls is when there's a storm brewing over the ocean. BUT we're in a valley, with the Santa Monica Mtns. and the Hollywood Hills between us and the beach. And the San Gabriel Mtns. right behind us. I tend to panic in flat places.
I'm a Valley Girl, fer shure, fer shure! (But we lived right on the ocean till April 1945...no beach parties, though. The Navy barb-wired off the beach and patrolled it for a few years after a [false] submarine scare.)