“We conclude that blood lives of itself and that it depends in no ways upon any parts of the body. Blood is the cause not only of life in general, but also of longer or shorter life, of sleep and waking, of genius, aptitude, and strength. It is the first to live and the last to die.”
-William Harvey, 1651
Of course we understand that’s not true, but Harvey knew something we all intuit. Blood is unparalleled in importance and defining of life; and death. We use it to invoke or posses birth, ancestry, optimism, loss, and passion. American Indian Tribes and Los Angeles gangs adopt it as their title and identity. We have used the word for 500 plus years, and it hasn’t lost its value or vitriol. We understand it to mean life. How pernicious, then, are diseases which pollute and corrupt our most lasting and meaningful representation of life?
By the time you’ve read to this point, it is likely someone in the US is getting the news they have a blood cancer. By the time you finish reading this blog, it is likely someone has died from blood cancer. These deaths will likely account for ~10% of all cancer related deaths in 2017. Absolutely appalling. That means, world wide, we will lose enough people to fill Lambeau over 9x in one year. That’s nearly 152x the personnel we lost in combat in all post 9/11 conflicts. They will be our brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and children. Cancer does not care. It is an indiscriminate killer. Due to that, we aim to eradicate it. You can help.
Please donate $1, $5, $20, $1000; whatever you can afford and I will ride 150 plus miles along lake Michigan’s shore caring my tent and gear with me as I go. Those who know me, know this isn’t out of character riding, but keep in mind, those funds will likely save someone you love. They may even save you.
Please donate even the smallest amount and help us save at least one more life this year. Thank you for your time.
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“Facts And Statistics | Leukemia And Lymphoma Society”. Lls.org. N.p., 2017. Web. 11 Apr. 2017.
“‘Over 5,000 US Soldiers Killed Since 9/11’ – Marine Corps General”. RT International. N.p., 2017. Web. 11 Apr. 2017.
“Packers.Com | Lambeau Field – Stadium Info – History – Lambeau Expansions”. Packers.com. N.p., 2017. Web. 11 Apr. 2017.
This is an open letter in response to the comments made by Congressman Grothman regarding the SCOTUS gay marriage ruling. http://www.rawstory.com/2015/07/wisconsin-republican-says-marriage-decision-insults-christians-who-died-in-the-religious-civil-war/
I am a Wisconsinite and I recently heard your reaction to the gay marriage decision. I respect your candor and honesty, but you severely misrepresented Pres. Lincoln, the Civil War, and our nation.
Pres. Lincoln was almost certainly not a Christian.”The Bible is not my book nor Christianity my profession.” — Abraham Lincoln, quoted by Joseph Lewis in “Lincoln the Freethinker”.
Clearly he held a public persona of faith, but as a politician I’m sure you can understand publicly holding a position you don’t personally believe.
The Civil War was not religious war. How dare you simplify the worst conflict in our history. Moreover if it was a religious war, what was the opposing religion? This was not Sunni vs. Shia or Catholics vs. Protestants or The Crusades. It was about states rights, taxation, independence, and slavery. Which brings up the fact Ministers were for slavery and used the Bible to justify limited rights of black people just as you seem to use the Bible against the LGBTQ community. Pastor Ebenezer Warren, in 1861, delivered a sermon entitled, “THE SCRIPTURAL VINDICATION OF SLAVERY”. It was published in The Macon Telegraph. In this sermon, this Christian Pastor speaking to, as you said, “a much more religious country”, said, “Both Christianity and Slavery are from Heaven; both are blessings to humanity; both are to be perpetuated to the end of time; and therefore both have been protected and defended by God’s omnipotent arm from the assaults, oppositions and persecutions through which they have passed.” This seems very similar to the persecution rhetoric Christians have been bandying about since the SCOTUS decision.
Lastly, you speculate the 620,000 Americans who died in that war would be appalled at the SCOTUS application of the 14th amendment. What reason do you have to assume those brave people would agree with you? There were certainly Liberals, Progressives, and homosexuals who died in that war. We are a nation of Jews, Muslims, Christians, Spiritualists, Buddhists, non-believers, and so on. Who are you to speak for those who died for what they believed? You called the judges “arrogant” and yet you claim to know the minds of dead heroes when you don’t even seem to understand the most basic reasons they fought in that great war. Pride goes before the fall Congressman. You are on the wrong side of history and some day someone will be quoting you to show how backwards and regressive our secular nation once was.
Someone who believes Wisconsin deserves better
Sorry I haven’t had time to do a proper post, but this gallery will have to suffice in the mean time.
After a year of pinching pennies and planning, Beth and I set out for a 7,000 mile two month road trip. On June 21st we set out in a packed Honda Element from our home in Madison. Our first stop was Minneapolis to see friends and family. I jumped on my bike north of St. Michael, MN and rode to the Northeast District of Minneapolis to watch some friends win a softball game. I have heard the bike infrastructure in the city is fantastic, and was not disappointed. Well manicured trails wind through the city often ensconced in forest. It’s easy to forget you’re cruising through a city of 400,000. Many of the industrial buildings have large graf pieces and murals covering the rear of the structures bringing an added dash of color to an already beautiful trek. The quality of the art leads me to believe these are sanctioned pieces. All told I rode from the northern most point down to Eagan. The trails are dizzying at times. Each side of the road has its own trail and the areas around Ft. Snelling and the Minnehaha Falls are a weaving patch work criss-crossing one another. To someone unfamiliar it’s a bit difficult to navigate. Even the route navigation got confused. “Turn left, sharp left, then turn left.” Not terribly helpful GPS but thanks for trying. In any case what a great ride.
Next we hit Fargo, ND. The land flattened and the sky was rife with billowing cumulus clouds. We stayed with a friend who took us for drinks ranging from fine dining to holes in the wall. Fargo struck me as an average college town, but there seemed something more under the surface. It may not be on a list of destination you must see, but what great town. Under ranked in my mind.
We left the next day tearing across the whole of North Dakota in a day. The little four cylinder engine strained under its full load as we flew past fields and truck stops at 85 MPH. We crossed the Montana state line and arrived in Makoshika State Park. Never having heard of the place we were in for a pleasant surprise. It was like a verdant Badlands. With colorfully banded rock formations, bright birds, and fields of juniper and sage it was an aggregate of joy for the senses. We drove into the park climbing 15% grades on rutted gravel roads. Many of the roads could only accommodate one vehicle at a time. We found a camp site with good tree cover and a lovely sandstone formation. We positioned the tent the shade and read the names and words etched in the back of the stone.
As the sun set we hiked out on a grassy plateau to watch the sky streak with colors over a landscape similarly banded in brilliance. With no campers within eyesight we enjoyed a bottle of wine by the fire and turned in for the night, drifting off to sleep with the wind serenading us through the thick needles of the pine stand.
Waking the next morning in our little two person tent, sun streaking through the trees, we had the pleasant sage and juniper air greet our faces. There is no water in the park save at the ranger station, so after a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs with a spring mix wrapped in tortillas we made our way back down the winding dirt road in the truck. The ranger informed us we were allowed to hike anywhere. Yes, anywhere. We filled our water drove back up the trail hiking the shorter trails as we went. Natural land bridges, capstones, and a thousand variants of vibrant stone entranced us. Dinosaur fossils have been recovered in the park, and K-T mass extinction sediment layer is clear to the naked eye. If you hope to find the remnants of 46 million year old creatures, look below that black line belted through the rock formations. We stocked up on water and forayed into the wilderness. Horses sporting various brands met us at the trail head,
flipping their heads when we came closer to the foals. Taking a wrong turn we struggled up eroding rock faces pulling our bodies up on sage and thorny brush as the loose ground crumbled under our weight. The landscape changes rapidly in a matter of yards. Some is a gray stone appearing soft but is actually sure ground. Next you step on copper colored stones that give way like marbles, and should you reach the top you find stands of pine, wind swept rock faces, and flowered sage prairie. The landscape is mesmerizing and disorienting. While the landscape is radically varied, it all somehow all looks the same. We kept close watch we didn’t lose visual contact with landmarks and orientation to the sun. After a few miles of trekking up and down the stone and sage we returned to camp exhausted, splintered, and satisfied. Once again we drifted off to sleep listening to the pines whisper to the chirping bats.
The following morning we packed up the car and headed out missing the land almost before it was out of view. We tore across Montana all day enjoying the wide open skies and abandoned buildings and implements dotting the landscape whirring past. We arrived in Helena National Forest that evening and set up camp in the forest at a $5 camp site. It was stunningly peaceful. The mountains rose up around us as Moose creek bubbled not 20 feet from our tent.
We packed quickly and thanked the creek for the soothing sleep sounds it gave us. It was time to drive through the mountains. Luckily the little four banger humming under the hood liked the high altitude and we purred through canyons, steep climbs, and switchbacks. I was amazed at the skill of the truckers maneuvering their heavy loads up and down massive elevations jake braking, shifting, and slinging tons of freight through the throngs of smaller faster moving vehicles. The mountains themselves were breathtaking blotting out of the sky and peril they present. Falling rocks, burnt sections of forest, and rushing rivers gave me perspective of what Lewis and Clark had to contend with as they crossed the same land in 1805. Men of true grit to say the least.
At last we broke out of range and land flattened giving both the car and our nerves some reprieve. We missed a turn at some point and were forced onto rural highways somewhere in southern Washington. The fact this was the first time we were lost since leaving Madison is remarkable to say the least. The detour gave us first hand knowledge of what a wild fire truly is. As we traced our way to tiny abandoned towns save a bar and filling station, we saw a haze on the horizon obscuring the mountains. Beth posited it was fog, but it seemed far to dry. In fact, if I were to write a book about the drive it would be called “50 Shades of Brown”. Nothing was green. Even the riverbeds were diminished to sand trails hinting that water had once been there. As we neared the haze we cleared a rise there and before us laid scorched earth as far as you can see. Water trucks and fire fighters prepped at staging areas, mobile LED signs redirected traffic from the affected areas, observation planes circled the sky, and acrid smoke wafted through miles and miles of sky. Fighting that fire seemed insurmountable, and yet brave men with small tanker trucks, water packs, picks and shovels drove across burnt expanses of dirt toward the thickening smoke. Truly brave. Truly heroic.
We planned to camp in the Maryhill State Park on the shores of the sprawling Columbia river, but the site was full of firefighters staging to go undoubtedly to the land we had just left. The Goldendale Observatory is located nearby and Beth and I were primed to see the rings of Saturn, green-blue-red nebulae, and arc of the Milky Way. We bought a day pass and enjoyed a picnic on the shores of the Columbia staring at the cliffs of Oregon on the opposite shore waiting for night to fall. Finally the sun sank low in the sky and we drove up from the river bed to the top of a nearby rise. The Observatory seemed quiet and uninviting. We parked and sauntered to the door. It. Was. Closed. We had been in the car for nine hours that day and crossed most of five states in the past couple days. We broke out in a sort of disgusted desperate laughter. As defeating as it was, the laughter brightened us and we stared out over the valley as we considered our options. We were a mere two hours from Portland. Being Maryhill was full our option was to sleep in the car at a travel plaza parking lot. The choice was clear. Portland or bust. We crossed into Oregon. The blackness of the mountains in the night made the bridge over the Columbia looked like a road to nowhere. We pushed through the night, moon glinting off the Columbia to our right, mountains looming black and ominous to our left, and Venus and Jupiter reflecting brilliantly in the sky above. Unshowered and shipped across 700 miles for 11 hours in a vibrating box we arrived met by hugs of friends and cool gin gimlets. Thousands of miles. A matter of days. Madison to Portland.
Indiana and Arkansas are still in the news for their controversial bills adding the right to discriminate against LGBTQ people. It seems another polarizing issue and both the Left and the Right are completely unwilling to compromise. Should there be a compromise on discrimination? The clear answer is “no”, or is it?
Let’s put these vendors and purveyors of goods in a context outside LGBTQ rights.
A black photographer is hired by the KKK to cover a rally. The photographer doesn’t realize it’s the KKK and the KKK don’t know she is black. Now both parties surely don’t want to work with one another, but money has been exchanged and contracts are signed. The KKK cannot find another photographer to cover this important event and so they begrudgingly settle for this woman’s service, but she refuses returning the money. The KKK sues for breech of contract.
Next we have a doctor who specializes in cosmetic surgery. He consults with a woman who wants to augment her features. They come to a mutual agreement and exchange the proper funds and paper work. Just before he performs the surgery he notices bruises on the woman’s body and makes inquiry. She says it’s her boyfriend and she’s getting the surgery thinking it will please him, thus mitigating the abuse. The doctor decides he did not have all the information and it would be unethical to perform the surgery. He takes his fees for the consultation and returns the rest. The woman sues him for breech of contract.
You can think of myriad situations where people may have scruples differing with a client’s belief or reasons for soliciting services. A tattooist refusing to do a Swastika or a daycare center refusing service to the unvaccinated. The point being, are Christian’s practicing discrimination by sticking to their beliefs anymore than any of these aforementioned businesses?
The simple answer is “no”. Christians simply want the right to deny service to an act they view as an abomination and these people truly believe LGBTQ are living in hateful defiance of their loving god. However, marginalizing an already marginalized group never moves society forward. Should whites be able to refuse service to blacks? Absolutely not. So what is the difference? Is there one? Not really.
Christians have no just reason for treating LGBTQ differently and are terribly inconsistent with their claimed reasons. We know LGBTQ people are not sexual devious any more than straight cisgender people. They struggle to maintain healthy loving partnerships just as much as straight cisgenders. They are just as terrified about that wedding day. So LGBTQs aren’t psychologically bent, it’s not about perverse sex, and they are not demanding straight cisgenders act in any way counter to their natural state. The only reason left is religion.
Christians are ridiculously disingenuous about what they choose to defend as traditional marriage. They rightly claim god despises gay sex, but a closer Biblical reading shows men can have many wives (in fact this is recommended). Women may be bought and sold as wives. Men must marry their rape victims and vice versa. On and on, the Bible has obscene recommendations regarding traditional marriage and yet Christians are only hung up on discriminating against LGBTQ people. Where’s the legislation demanding rape marriage and polygamy?
Thankfully society’s backlash to these bills indicate sure defeat, but in the interest of compromise and freedom to practice religion and run a business in a free market society this is my recommendation: If you want to make badly reasoned discrimination a legally backed business plan you must show bigotry is part of your business model. Put it on the shop door, the website header, and your mission statement. “No service for LGBTQ”. Put it out there big and bold if you are that sure your god wants that. You want to treat people badly for a completely natural state of being, you own it. Let the free market teach you how it feels to be discriminated against.
Obviously there are parts of this country where those businesses would thrive and possibly expand as we’ve seen with Chick-fil-Aand Hobby Lobby, so contact your legislators and let this know this is discrimination for the dumbest of reasons and you won’t stand for it. Christians are wrong and hateful for thinking any part of this could be justice, but that’s the beauty of this country. You have the right to be wrong. If the law won’t hold them accountable, then it is up to us to boycott their services. Maybe we should start with the source of all this non-sense and stop going to Church. If you really care about human rights, stop supporting one of the worst violators in all of history, or don’t. That’s your right.
Drive fast. Take chances. Thanks for reading.
Ten states have recently passed abortion bills adding measures and limitations to woman seeking the service. Wisconsin joined this week bringing the count to eleven. Reading these bills, particularly given this is Woman’s History Month, where is the male equality? Let’s not argue about the human status of a fetus, how close to forty weeks is too close, or the ethical value/harm. Instead, let’s look at gender equality.
Generally speaking a fetus/baby is dependent on a mother’s body for life. In our culture we legislate that dependence. We legislate and limit women’s ability to decide if their body should be used to sustain the life of another. To sustain the life of their child. Let’s re-frame this idea.
Jim is a father. Jim’s son is Al. Al is playing with his new bike Jim gave him for his birthday. Al crashes, hard. His head is bleeding, badly. Jim finds him and Al is pale. His lips are blue. Al is bleeding out. He’s rushed to the hospital. The doctors tell Jim Al needs a blood transfusion. Jim’s a match. Without it Al will die. For personal reasons Jim is against giving blood. The doctors petition him assuring him there are no other options. His son will die unless he rolls up his sleeve and makes a fist. Jim holds fast to his beliefs. Al dies. Jim remains intact and autonomous.
Al has a kidney disease. It’s fatal. The doctors tell Jim he’s a match. They tell him there are no other options for Al. He must give his kidney or Al will die slowly and painfully. Jim finds it morally disagreeable to remove part of himself and put it in another. He holds fast to his beliefs. Al dies, painfully. Jim remains intact and autonomous.
Jim has become despondent. Al frustrates and depresses him. He sees no future for himself or his son. He puts Al in the back of his car. He drives out to the country to a favorite look out point. He wipes the streaming tears from his eyes. He adjusts the mirror to see Al playing with two action figures in the back seat. He wipes his eyes again and focuses on the edge of the look out. Jim breathes out, undoes his seat belt, and mashes his foot on the accelerator. The car spits dirt and lurches forward. The distance closes. Fifty feet to the ledge. Forty feet. Thirty feet. Twenty feet. Ten feet. The RPM’s peg as the tires lose traction in the air. The car falls over the edge like a stunned prize fighter. Jim’s eyes squeeze tight. Al’s eyes go wide still clinching a hero and villain in each hand. The car lands inverted, top flattened. Jim’s dead. His head, utterly crushed. Al is alive when the paramedics arrive, but he has severe damage to his chest. His heart, damaged beyond repair. The doctors find Jim’s heart is a viable replacement. Al can live. Al isn’t doomed to the fate his father intended after all. The doctors find Jim isn’t an organ donor. Jim wants to be buried intact. Al dies. His father murdered him. Twice. Jim is buried, heart intact. Personal autonomy intact.
Why is it acceptable to legislate a mother’s responsibility to a fetus? Our laws don’t do the same to either gender once the child is viable. It’s time to look at reproductive autonomy as human rights issue rather than a women’s right issue. If you think abortion should be limited, birth compulsory, and vote for legislation to intact laws assuring this, then you must fight for legislation requiring parent lose physical autonomy in the same way when their viable child is in mortal danger.
Who wouldn’t save their child is the obvious response. No one wants an abortion in the same way no one wants their child to need a blood transfusion. Abortion is a worse case scenario response. The difference: Law. Examine if you would vote for legislation requiring all parents to lose personal autonomy. Examine how that relates to women’s reproductive autonomy. If you still seek to limit/remove abortion, write your law makers to introduce a Parental Personal Autonomy Reduction Bill. If you feel people should have autonomy to guide their bodies, parents or not, alive or dead, then you must accept abortion. A corpse has more rights over his body’s organs than a woman does her uterus. On her body. Shame on us.
Drive fast. Take chances. Thanks for reading.