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The FAQ section is particularly hilarious. (Caution: Those who are allergic to potato bugs will probably break out in LOUD hysterics while reading this.)
A few minutes ago I encountered yet another of those "When God closes a door, He opens another one for you/Be grateful for what God has given you" admonitions. Something snapped. Should abuse children and battered wives be grateful for the abuse they've sustained? Should victims of murder and worse be grateful for their untimely and often unspeakable ends? Should people born into poverty and with never a chance to get out of it be grateful? I could go on and on and on. The point is, maybe we shouldn't blame our troubles on G-d, but in that case, we shouldn't let G-d take the credit for our achievements and happy times. As is the case for many people, I've had every door in my life closed and locked behind me -- with nothing good at all ahead of me. Just once I'd like to be able to HONESTLY feel grateful for something truly good happening to me -- and not have to feel guilty for the outrage I feel at all the times life has run over me like a whole herd of 18-wheelers.



You want to know why so many women are feminists? Try being drowned in these comments on social media, where anonymity makes some men feel safe in dumping tons of this sort of horror on women. Men, why do so many of you hate women so much? Are you all radical muslims? Or do you get a sexual thrill out of it?
I've had quite a week, beginning last Monday, February 25, 2016.

The contractors were coming do all the work to put in New Everything in my kitchen, which had needed it desperately for the past 10 years (to put this in perspective, I moved in here in 2007). They were to arrive at 8 o'clock a.m. My alarm clock went off at 7:30 a.m. I got up in my dark, shadowy kitchen and tried to get up to deal with it, and took a step toward my refrigerator. I started to slip, and reached out for the refrigerator, which was right in front of me. I grabbed at the 'fridge, and my foot started to slip, and kept on slipping . . .

The result was that I banged the bank of my skull on the way down and landed hard on my right arm and right side as I hit the floor, and it hurt like hell. I rolled around around, trying to get purchase to get to my feet. I was finally able to get a purchase on my office chair and get to my feet, and then sat in it, hurting like two hells.

The rest of this week has been spent on getting to pharmacies. with or without help and using the bus a lot; changing clothes, without help, which hurt a lot; making what meals I could because I hadn't been able to get to the store; and coping a very upset cat who wanted to go on the porch and wasn't able to because I needed to be here for the nice men to work on my apartment, etc.

The next two days I can rest, which will be heaven. Monday, back to the grind . . .

Treasury Secretary Jack Lew announced Wednesday that former Treasury Secretary and Founding Father Alexander Hamilton's face will remain on the $10 bill.
Lew revealed details of the new plan to replace former President Andrew Jackson's image on the $20 bill with that of Harriet Tubman on Wednesday.

Harriet Ross Tubman is my hero. Maybe the stars are finally right, and Tubman will once again become the presiding spirit of our nation.

Harriet Tubman to replace Andrew Jackson on $20 bill, Hamilton to remain on $10 bill - AOL


Another piece of our history that we'd better learn. Now, Harriet Ross Tubman is associated with Sephirah Vi (the square root of minus one) way out on the far edge of the Oort Cloud; paranornal talents; andrelated


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