Spaying Men?

Well, it’s not quite to the point of "spaying" men, of course (since men don’t have ovaries to be removed), but apparently medical science is prepared to introduce a whole new line of male contraceptives, including pills, patches, and gels. But there are a couple of creases in Contraceptive Wonderland that have yet to be ironed out. Some men are cool with the idea of having "choice" but don’t like the idea of medicating themselves:

"Forty-year-old Scott Hardin says he’s glad that men may soon have a new choice when it comes to birth control. But, he adds, he would not even consider taking a male hormonal contraceptive. Hardin is like many men who are pleased to hear they may have a new option but are wary of taking any type of hormones.

"’I would rather rely on a solution that doesn’t involving medicating myself and the problems women have had with hormone therapy doesn’t make me anxious to want to sign on to taking a hormone-type therapy,’ says Hardin, who is single and a college administrator."

Other men are thrilled at the idea of "protecting" themselves. The only problem is that they are eager to "protect" themselves from the real or imagined evil designs of the women they mistrust but have no problem sleeping with:

"[Quentin] Brown has been taking hormonal contraceptives for more than a year. He reports no problems with weight gain or acne, two side effects that occurred in earlier versions of MHCs [male hormonal contraceptives] tested in the 1990s.

"Brown, who is married and has three children, hopes his kids will one day be able to benefit from the new technology. His would like his son, who is now 17, to one day have the option of taking a male birth control pill. Brown believes many men will see ‘their pill’ as a good idea and will want to use it.

"’It is time for men to have some control. I think it would empower men and deter some women out there from their nefarious plans,’ says Brown. ‘Some women are out there to use men to get pregnant. This could deter women from doing this. An athlete or a singer is someone who could be a target and they could put a stop to that.’"

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So, once again, contraceptive technology breeds disrespect for and abuse of women. Whether it is the sense that it is a woman’s "job" to "fumigate" herself, something a man rightly figures he doesn’t want to do to himself but has no apparent problem with subjecting a woman to, or whether it is a fear that women are conniving gold-diggers whom a man may use for sex but avoid further responsibility to, Pope Paul VI’s warning in Humanae Vitae that contraception can only have dire consequences for the relationships between men and women is once more proven right.

Beth Sarim

Dsc00268_4This is Beth Sarim.

Beth Sarim is a house in San Diego that was built by the Jehovah’s Witnesses–for a really WEIRD purpose–during the days when "Judge" Rutherford was president of the Watchtower Society (quotation marks because he only served as a temporary substitute judge).

Rutherford actually lived here. The leader of the JWs walked through the front door you see to the left and looked out the windows of this house.

It was my first visit to the location. I’d known about it for years but had never discovered the street address until this week. (It’s 4440 Braeburn Rd, though don’t bug the current inhabitants if you visit there; they have nothing to do with the JWs.)

Turns out that I used to live within a couple of miles of the location (it’s on the south side of Mission Valley, and I used to live on the north side, near Qualcomm Stadium).

When I visited Friday I sent a mystery photo to the blog using my camera phone, but the quality of camera phones ain’t what I’m looking for yet, so I took along a better camera as well. Here’s some pictures from the visit. (click any of these pictures to enlarge them.)

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Mystery Photo

What’s this?

I know, I know. It’s a house. But WHOSE house is it? Or was it? Or was it meant to be’s?

Therein lies a mystery.

NOTE: Sorry for the PIX-FLIX message that appeared here originally. I’m still hammering out the bugs from my moblogging systems and I accudentally sent the picture before getting to attach text to it.

Times Religion Correspondent Can Barely Keep From Swearing

RuthgledhillThe religion correspondent for the Time of London–Ruth "I’m Too Dangerously Unqualified To Keep My Job" Gledhill–has given vent to her spleen again in another tantrum disguised as a news story.

Be warned! She has an excessively large spleen!

That spleen is on display in previous thinly-disguised crypto-tantrums such as THIS and THIS, as well as in comments recorded HERE.

It’s no surprise, then, that Gledhill would try to gin up more controversy with a story such as her new one, which she or her editor eggregiously and INACCURATELY titled

Catholic Church no longer swears by truth of the Bible

With a provocation like that, I’ve received links to the story from loads of folks looking for comment.

So let’s get to it.

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Biting Off More Than You Can Chew

Python Eats Aligator, Explodes . . .
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EXCERPTS:

Alligators have clashed with nonnative pythons before in Everglades National Park. But when a 6-foot gator tangled with a 13-foot python recently, the result wasn’t pretty.

The snake apparently tried to swallow the gator whole _ and then exploded. Scientists stumbled upon the gory remains last week.

The species have battled with increasing frequency _ scientists have documented four encounters in the last three years.

The gators have had to share their territory with a python population that has swelled over the past 20 years after owners dropped off pythons they no longer wanted in the Everglades. The Asian snakes have thrived in the wet, hot climate.

"Encounters like that are almost never seen in the wild. … And we here are, it’s happened for the fourth time," Mazzotti said. In the other cases, the alligator won or the battle was an apparent draw.

"They were probably evenly matched in size," Mazzotti said of the latest battle. "If the python got a good grip on the alligator before the alligator got a good grip on him, he could win."

While the gator may have been injured before the battle began _ wounds were found on it that apparently were not caused by python bites _ Mazzotti believes it was alive when the battle began. And it may have clawed at the python’s stomach as the snake tried to digest it, leading to the blow up.

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(CHT to the reader who e-mailed.)

I can’t help but thinking that Toho Studios is going to be coming out with a Pynthona Vs. Gatora film sometime soon.

 

We Are Nuts

Bodyblood2_1There is almost no comment that can be made on THIS ARTICLE (from Catholic Exchange, originally from Catholic World News) that could adequately express the contemptible and farcical absurdity of the "demands" made by the folks at We Are Church to the current Synod in Rome. I literally laughed out loud.

Consider this paragraph from the article:

"At an October 4 press conference in Rome, the dissident group called
for reconsideration of the key Catholic doctrine on the
transubstantiation, an end to the "hierarchical monopoly" on the
sacraments, and approval of shared communion with other Christian
denominations."

Never mind that the dissidents seem to be demanding that the Catholic Church simply cease to exist.
What struck me is how much really hangs on the Real Presence. Look at their three main complaints and how they hang together. If Jesus is not really present in the Eucharist, then it doesn’t much matter who administers the Sacrament, and so there is no need for a "hierarchical monopoly" (the priesthood).

It follows also that, if the Eucharist is just a symbolic remembrance, it doesn’t much matter who is allowed to receive it. Sure, open it up to everyone, even non-Christians. After all, wouldn’t it be petty and mean to exclude anyone?

What, are these people just too fond of drink to become Baptists?

Oh, I forgot, that would involve believing in an inerrant and inspired scripture, and you know these folks’ brains are too highly evolved for that.

What they are asking, in a nutshell, is that we give up every distinguishing feature of the Catholic faith. I have no doubt that they, or those of their ilk, will eventually demand this of all religions. We will be allowed to keep everything except our most deeply held beliefs; after all, those are "divisive".

Well, this makes me especially happy that my last painting (above) honors the Eucharist. Anybody know how to say "This is my body" in Latin? That is how I would like to name the piece.

Motion Pictures

Recently I was telling you about my trip to the Salton Sea. I wanted to show you some pictures from it, but it proved harder than I anticipated to get the pictures out of my camera phone.

As I was saying, the trip over the inland mountains in San Diego County is a WILD ride!

You go from basically sea level up to 4200 feet (just a thousand feet shy of a MILE UP!) and then plunge SUDDENLY back down to sea level again when you hit the Imperial Valley (which is Imperial County rather than San Diego County).

The ride is beautiful.

As I made it, I wished I could take all y’all along with me (though my pickup would never hold that many) just so you could see the GORGEOUS mountain scenery.

Photos never really capture the beauty fully, and you always drive past the most interesting things before you can get a picture of them, but . . .

WAIT! WHAT AM I SAYING???

Taking pictures of passing scenery with a camera phone as you’re driving a pickup in 70-80 mph traffic on curvy mountain roads???

That’d be incredibly reckless!!!

But then . . .

That Y-chromosome I’m packin’ gives me a license to do reckless things from time to time.

So here goes . . .

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“I’m Living In A War Zone”

That’s what my 86-year old grandmother said when I spoke to her recently.

She lives on the family ranch in Deep East Texas, about 20 miles from the Lousiana border.

We wpoke in the wake of Hurricane Rita, which made landfall at Sabine Pass, Texas, more than 120 miles to the south.

When Rita reached my family ranch, it was still a Category 1 hurricane–120 MILES INLAND!

The wind blew and blew for hours, and my grandmother described for
me how the thought that the tall pine trees around the house would
crash over, but they didn’t.

One of my cousins shows up to help her during the storm.

The next day revealed that Deep East Texas is tore up BAD.

Grandmother described for me how there are branches down all over the place, power lines swinging, and virtually all normal services shut off.

The power is down, which means (among other things) that there is no radio, TV, or Internet, no clean water (everyone’s wells run on power), no gasoline (can’t pump it out of the tanks at filling stations), and worst of all–NO AIR CONDITIONING in the muggy heat of Indian Summer.

That’s not good for the elderly.

And the authorities estimate that it’s going to STAY that way (i.e., no power and no anything else) for TWO WEEKS TO A MONTH!

But my grandmother is determined to stick it out.

She’s got her dogs.

She’s got her gun.

And she’s got my relatives.

Like my six aunts and uncles who live in Houston, not to mention cousins.

The storm’s fury didn’t strike their areas near as bad, so they’re all fine.

My relatives have her set up with a small, portable generator that provides enough electricity to let her keep her phone and freezer working–and maybe an electric fan.

The relatives also bring her fresh water in jugs and gasoline (brought in from other counties) to keep the generator going).

So a big YEE-HAW!!! for my Tough-As-Texas grandmother!

And prayers for all the other HALF-MILLION folks in Texas who are without power due to Rita.

Thanks much, y’all!