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Friday, March 30, 2012

CNN's Sympathy and PrObama Ploy Leaves Out The Community, Church, and Diet Changes...

Violet McManus' parents and Elizabeth Cohen (with all due respect to hakohenet-- since, as far as I know, I have no position to be rebuking a kohenet too harshly, since I'm just an Yisra'elit. Anyway, Violet McManus' parents and Elizabeth Cohen) are just being ridiculous. Why was she blue and shaking after 11 months? Sometimes medical episodes do happen; but diet and other factors play a huge role in postnatal, infant, and toddler development. Also, $5,000,000 is a very-fair insurance cap. As I told the friend who shared this article with me, insurance is meant to be insurance and not a complete net. Where's the McManus' church or synagogue helping Violet? Where is the McManus' family community? Why is she on two drugs and not had diet changes?

By the way, I'm speaking as an OCD-, Anxiety-, Depression-diagnosed-and-medicated, IBS- and ADD-unmedicated person with Diplegic Spastia Cerebral Palsy, and a person whose mom gave her a very-healthy diet throughout her postnatal and toddler (and encouraged a healthy diet throughout her preteen and successive) years; and that healthy diet helped manage a lot of my problems and save me from more problems. I didn't have a lot of church and community support, either, by the way-- and my mom was a single mom throughout most of her marriage (My dad wasn't really a dad to us) and from the time of her divorce on June 11, 1998.


'Completely blue in her crib'
Violet McManus was born healthy, but when she was 11 months old her parents woke up in the middle of the night in their Novato, California, home to find her having a seizure.

"She was completely blue in her crib and shaking," Walters remembers.
It was to be the first of hundreds of seizures -- sometimes thirty in one day.
Violet has been hospitalized about six times and each hospitalization cost more than $50,000.
She's now on two drugs to control the seizures and carries oxygen with her wherever she goes because she stops breathing when she has her seizures. She needs speech therapy and frequent doctor's visits.
Matt McManus, Violet's father, gets health insurance through his work as a video game designer. Before health care reform, there was a $5 million lifetime limit on Violet's insurance policy. Violet is now 3 and her parents calculate she could hit that cap by her 5th birthday, and almost certainly by her 10th.

If You Know One Thing About Me, I Don't Censor Speech...

Some not-so-nice person removed my point about Krystal Keith on her video. I said that Krystal has a good voice and that she doesn't even need that much makeup, but if only she wasn't using her dad's name; she'd make it far! At least unlike Krystal, I can make my own name and show those who want to hear only praise of Krystal and her every action. I also don't, like Krystal's slobberers and perhaps even Krystal herself, disbelieve in free speech.

The only comments that I've ever removed on my YouTube videos, for example, involve pedophilia and a Social Security number. Otherwise, I keep even the most-vile and -hateful comments on my YouTube videos even if I mark them as spam. Now I grant that I report inappropriate and unfair comments (such as racism, lies, etc.) on Facebook, Twitter and YouTube; and I report and block who I need to report and block, but I only mark their comments as "Spam" on my YouTube videos at maximum, so that people can see the comments at their own behest (Unfortunately, I can't merely mark comments as "Spam" on Blogger-- I either have to publish or delete them-- I can't publish and "Spam"-designate them.). As for Facebook, where I can I'll remove or hide certain comments (such as Antimissionarism and other lies); otherwise, even if you disagree with me fairly and respectfully, your comments stay.

In conclusion, imperfect-but-trying-to-be-nice people allow free and fair speech as much as possible; and I can only hope that Krystal Keith (unlike quite a few of her supporters) allow free speech, even hopefully-helpful suggestions, tips, and real constructive criticism.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

So, Pesach's On Shabbat? Nu?

Well:

"13 When Pilate therefore heard that saying, he brought Jesus out and sat down in the judgment seat in a place that is called The Pavement, but in Hebrew, Gabbatha. 14 Now it was the Preparation Day of the Passover, and about the sixth hour. And he said to the Jews, “Behold your King!”...

"31 Therefore, because it was the Preparation Day, that the bodies should not remain on the cross on the Sabbath (for that Sabbath was a high day), the Jews asked Pilate that their legs might be broken, and that they might be taken away. 32 Then the soldiers came and broke the legs of the first and of the other who was crucified with Him. 33 But when they came to Jesus and saw that He was already dead, they did not break His legs. 34 But one of the soldiers pierced His side with a spear, and immediately blood and water came out. 35 And he who has seen has testified, and his testimony is true; and he knows that he is telling the truth, so that you may believe. 36 For these things were done that the Scripture should be fulfilled, “Not one of His bones shall be broken.”[f] 37 And again another Scripture says, “They shall look on Him whom they pierced.”[g]
"38 After this, Joseph of Arimathea, being a disciple of Jesus, but secretly, for fear of the Jews, asked Pilate that he might take away the body of Jesus; and Pilate gave him permission. So he came and took the body of Jesus. 39 And Nicodemus, who at first came to Jesus by night, also came, bringing a mixture of myrrh and aloes, about a hundred pounds. 40 Then they took the body of Jesus, and bound it in strips of linen with the spices, as the custom of the Jews is to bury. 41 Now in the place where He was crucified there was a garden, and in the garden a new tomb in which no one had yet been laid.42 So there they laid Jesus, because of the Jews’ Preparation Day, for the tomb was nearby."

Do you think that this Pesach, HaT'chiyah v'Yom Adonai will happen?

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

How I Know That the Psychological Factors, Not The Sociocultural Factors, Are What Make Or Break A Woman...

Not to brag; but-- and my YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, and other followers know this-- I am a living testimony to that. I'm not Rosa Parks, who had to overcome the sociocultural factor of WASP Male Supremacism in the 1950s. I'm not my Grandaunt MaryAnn, who (though I dislike much of what she has done over the years) I have to give credit for coming from a poor, working-class, Crypto-Jewish Catholic family in Great-Depression-downtrodden Ashley, Pennsylvania and earning a Ph.D. in Home Economics and teaching at Mansfield State College (now Mansfield University). As for what I dislike, by the way-- and my Internet followers know this--; she, to make a long story short, has unfortunately given in to familial sociocultural factors that are trying to psychologically influence her to be brought down.

I'm not a whole bunch of other great women, either. But I have my own psychological factors and sociocultural influences that I can't let get to me. Incidentally, I can somewhat sympathize with Grandaunt MaryAnn in some ways: after all, she is my grandaunt and shares many familial sociocultural factors with me. Of course, as I implied, I am mixed in sympathizing with Grandaunt MaryAnn; because as I stated, I dislike much of what she has done over the years-- and much of what she's dislikeably done involves giving in to familial sociocultural factors that are trying to psychologically influence her to be brought down.

Anyway, as I hinted, I'm just a normal woman and I have psychological factors and sociological influences that I can't let defeat me. I have Obssessive Compulsive Disorder, Anxiety, Depression which has influenced me to even almost take my life, Irritable Bowel Syndrome (a genetic and familial sociological factor), possible Aspberger's, unmedicated Attention Deficit Disorder, possible Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (because I was all but sexually abused by my dad-- and thank G-d that I was never sexually abused by him. The verbal, mental, some physical, and other abuse was enough. Anyway, continuing the list, I have; among other factors to deal with) divorced parents and Cerebral Palsy (and being a woman with a disability in any culture plays is a sociological factor that influences psychological factors).

I darned well know that if I can overcome (or at least mange) my psychological factors and at least try to not let the sociocultural factors get to me, these women-- even women who live in Third-World and cave-riddled Mohamedian countries-- can get Information Systems, Engineering, Biochemistry, and other Science, Technology, and Math Degrees if they want to-- even if (so to speak) the road is longer and harder for them. Besides, some of these women-- for example, in Tora Bora and Abbottabad-- are using sciences, technologies, and maths to (sadly and unfortunately) be the next suicide bombers or suppliers for Al Qadea, or-- in countries like Thailand-- recruiters for the sex-slave and other human-trafficking trades.

In conclusion, I am thoroughly and well convinced that even in Third-World Countries where women can and do use sciences, technologies, and math for bad; women can use sciences, technologies, and maths for good-- such as earning their Information Systems, Engineering, or Biochemistry degrees--, and even improve their sociological and cultural realms by overcoming the psychological factors that they let stifle them. By overcoming the stifiling psychological factors, they can and will overcome the sociocultural factors that try to bring their psyches down and not let them earn their science, technology, and math degrees.

All they need to do-- if, how, where, and when they can-- is to look to women, past and present, like the late Rosa Parks and like Dr. MaryAnn Gaydos, and even-- perhaps-- to women like me.

You Know What? Great-Great-Granduncle Frank, Sr. May've Been a "Great Depression Suicide"...


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Then again, that was only a small part of it. The Swoyersville are was a poor area, so 154 Owen Street was among the last to get hit by the Depression. At the time, Great-Great-Granduncle Frank was the widower of Anna Kraal Fosko and had three children to support, and lost three children previously (which I just found out, and he lost one of the children just on September 23, 1928). He was also an Anusi with a brother and his parents deceased back in Aranyida, and trying to balance the deaths that he had to deal with (which included two suicides) and living a good, Crypto-Jewish Catholic life on 154 Owen Street in Swoyersville.

Then again, the search may've led to a blog entry about Great-Granddad Czarnecki. Well, what difference would that make, really? He was in a Wood River, Illinois mental hospital and far from his Diasporan home in Sugar Notch in 1930; he lost his firstborn son in 1934 (and Great-Grandma was pregnant when they married); he lost his difficult mother the same year that his second son came along, and had his ailing mother with an on-the-way son and a soon-to-be-orphaned (Cecelia) to help look after-- that is; help his sister Alexandria Alice look after their mom and Cecelia, and his wife after his coming son. His depression was in part a product of his experiences during the Great Depression.

Meanwhile, I'm a product in part of Great-Great-Granduncle Frank's sister Julia and of Great-Granddad Czarnecki; so is any wonder that I've been depressed and suicidal in the past (including recently, which got me into a lot of trouble for even mentioning it)? By the way, I've promised that I would never act out on any suicidal feelings that I would have-- I'm afraid of what happens if I survive a suicide attempt. Besides, I could end up like Great-Granddad-- change my mind and kill myself, anyway: in other words, like him, I could do something to myself and then want to live when the opportunity to keep living comes too late.