If you're not aware of the situation in Florida regarding a very ill woman with no chance of recovery, you've had your head in the sand too long.  Terri Schiavo, in a persistent vegetative state since 1990, is being tortured by the legislature and governor of Florida for their own political gain.  And I do not use the word torture in a flippant manner.  Despite the law clearly recognizing the husband as the person entrusted with making medical decisions for his wife, the governor and state legislature, at the behest of Terri's sick and twisted family, have passed a law which granted the governor the ability to override the husbands wishes and decisions.  I can't think of a situation that could better be described as reprehensible.

Michael Schiavo, caring for his wife since a chemical imbalance in 1990 caused her heart to stop and forced her into a persistent vegetative state, is now fighting more than a selfish family hell-bent on torturing their own daughter in the hopes that they'll get some satisfaction from watching her be maintained by artificial means.  Once the family had exhausted all of their legal options and found that the law clearly gave the husband the right to make medical decisions for his wife, they turned their attention on the Florida government in the hopes that they could be convinced to act illegally on their behalf.  In response to their failure to stop the husband from allowing his wife to pass on peacefully, the state legislature passed a law circumventing the courts and the existing law by granting the governor the right to override the husband.

It's more than offensive to think that any government body could circumvent the law and courts by creating a new law so specialized as to be practically useless in all other cases.  Hell, they call it Terri's Law for a reason.

Michael says his wife never wanted to be kept alive by artificial means (something we both share in common).  Her parents, in a demonstration of selfishness that makes Hitler look like Santa Clause, decided they knew better and that their wishes should override those of anyone else.

Not so, said the courts.

So the parents continually found themselves on the losing side of the legal battle.

When all appeared lost, the Florida legislature and governor stepped in, passing a new law granting the governor the right to override the husband's decisions (and therefore, by proxy, his wife's decisions).

Medical care in Florida has become fodder for losers who need some way to overcome their political impotence.  They have taken medical decisions away from the individual and those rightfully empowered to make them for others.  They have placed themselves between the patient and doctor and patient and family, clearly stating for the record that we cannot be trusted with such decisions.

There are many reasons why this is wrong, not the least of which is that governments should never get in the way of our medical care — regardless of whether they agree with our decisions or not.

What Junk-Head-Jeb Bush and his cronies in the state capitol have done is to spit in the eye of marriage (I thought Repugnicans wanted to protect marriage, but I guess they meant from us fags and not from themselves).  They have taken the medical decision of a loving husband trying to do what his wife wanted and made it a political tool in the hopes that they can gain votes from this.

Every medical expert on the planet will tell you that there has never been a single case of anyone recovering from a persistent vegetative state after more than three months.  Terri Schiavo has been in one for 13 years.

No matter what their intentions, her family and the Florida government have used her as a pawn for selfish reasons.  They have clearly stated that they don't care what her wishes were or that her husband is trying to enforce her wishes.

I think both her family and the Florida government should be sent to jail for torture, abuse, criminal misconduct, and violating the separation of powers.

But do not be fooled.  Her husband intends to fight this latest twist in a bizarre and horrific example of human malevolence.  And I think he will ultimately prevail.

The governor and legislature have violated the separation of powers in the Constitution.  They have violated the Florida laws which grant a husband the right to be the medical power of attorney for his wife when she becomes unable to make decisions for herself.  They have enacted a law which is so targeted that it clearly violates the Constitutional equal-protection clause.  It also violates the individual's right to refuse medical care.

I hope that, once this is done, Terri can be allowed to die peacefully and painlessly while her torturers (her family and the Florida government) suffer the consequences of their hateful, selfish acts.  Their actions are inhumane and should be treated as such.

Yes, you guessed it.  I've been messing around with my resistance training routine again.  After evaluating results and exercises, I decided to change some of the routine and the schedule.

I'm still putting extra effort into my chest development for now, so I'm doing a supplemental chest routine in the middle of my regular schedule.  I'll continue to focus extra effort in that area until I'm satisfied I've made enough progress.

I've stopped doing a Monday through Friday routine with weekends off.  I ultimately realized that I was not getting the results I wanted in part because I was pushing my arms too much and not giving them sufficient rest.  For that reason, I'm now working out every other day.  This applies to all but my leg routine since it doesn't involve my upper body at all.  The schedule is to do chest, take a day off, do back, do legs, do shoulders & traps, take a day off, do arms, take a day off, then start the routine over.  All of this means I'm now working out 4-5 times per week.

Since I moved to an every-other-day schedule, I put abs and obliques into each workout except legs.  That means I'm now doing hitting those every other day.

I changed some of the exercises in each routine and decreased the repetition range in order to push the weight higher more quickly and to ensure I was pushing myself as hard as possible.  Keeping a shorter range to hit ensures that I'm maxed out all the time (well, it works out that way in my mind, but who really knows).

I've expanded my cardio routine slightly by continuing the hour-long walks and adding cardio rowing on days when the weather is not cooperative or I'm not feeling like dealing with all the Texas bugs.  I'm still planning to replace my bike at some point so I can start riding again as well (I miss that quite a bit).

I stretch for 30 minutes prior to each workout.  I focus on the muscle groups that I'll be working that day but include a general full-body stretch routine as well.

I've updated the workout routine to exclude repetition numbers for exercises where the repetitions increase without limit (such as crunches, push-ups, etc.).  For these exercises, the x in the repetition columns simply indicates that I don't have a limited or target range.  I simply force myself to failure by increasing the repetitions each time I perform that particular exercise.

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One could make a sport of pointing out the many examples of Pat Robertson's profligacy.  As I mentioned in my previous STFU entry regarding pernicious Pat, for a self-proclaimed religious leader, this pathetic excuse for a human being spends more time demonstrating his immorality, stupidity, arrogance, self-centeredness and overall bigotry than do both of the main political parties during a presidential campaign.

When I wrote about Pat in my July 20 STFU entry, I mentioned several examples of his double-standard and apparent moral disregard for his own teachings.

For instance, when he turgidly attacked President Bush for speaking out against Liberian President Charles Taylor, Robertson failed to identify his significant financial ties to Liberia and, more specifically, to the blood-soaked government headed by Taylor.  Pat had millions of dollars tied up in a joint venture with Taylor and decided to attack Bush on moral grounds to try to protect his own financial interests.  This impugning of Bush in a case where the world was speaking with one voice — except for Pat Robertson — certainly raised quite a few questions.  Once the truth of Robertson's ties to Taylor became clear, Pat attempted to adumbrate the situation while simultaneously slithering back into his dark corner of the world.

As nonplussed as I was in response to that situation, Mr. Robertson has once again opened his mouth and allowed to pour forth some wretched and immoral diarrheic diatribe that leaves me bewildered and in awe of precisely how far off the beaten path this one man can really go before his ambit and influence completely fall apart.

His latest faux pas brings to light piss-ant-Pat's apparent desire to bring death and destruction to Americans and, more specifically, to the American government.

During a recently televised interview of Joel Mowbray, author of "Dangerous Diplomacy: How the State Department Endangers America's Security," Robertson said, "I read your book.  When you get through, you say (to yourself), 'If I could just get a nuclear device inside Foggy Bottom [State Department headquarters], I think that's the answer' and you say, 'We've got to blow that thing up.'"

I truly found myself in awe of the audacity and clear violence being advocated by Robertson, a self-proclaimed Christian leader who, by all accounts, should be endorsing and following the teachings in the bible rather than the hijacked and distorted version of Islam that we have come to associate with such terrorist ideas.

It doesn't take a genius to understand that Robertson is wishing death and destruction on citizens of the United States and is clearly asking for a terrorist act to be committed against a significant part of our government.  Rest assured that I am not a blind supporter of our federal government, but I do not believe that advocating violence and terrorism against any portion thereof is the solution to my concerns and discontent.

During a press briefing on Thursday, October 9, 2003, the State Department's spokesperson Richard Boucher summed up my response in a delightfully simple and direct manner when he, in response to a question regarding Robertson's comments, said, "I lack sufficient capabilities to express my disdain."

Robertson is a faux ami of the American people and a hypocritical teacher of a wickedly distorted and inherently evil version of Christianity.  His continued anti-American rhetoric, apparent support of terrorist acts, bigotry, double-standards, overwhelming self-interest in direct contradiction to the religion he claims to believe and teach, and obvious pejorative tendencies toward all things not specifically destined to better his financial and political standings make Pat Robertson one of the most dangerous men of this day and age.

It frightens me to think that there are still people in the world who believe he is a devout and religious man who is strictly following the teachings of the bible.  These people, suffering from the worst form of herd mentality, are being taught to believe that hate and overwhelming self-interest are the true and righteous path — regardless of the cost to others.

There are no words to describe how disgusting I find this man, and I cannot put into words the level of remorse I feel for the mindless fautors who are being pulled toward moral bankruptcy by this senile worm who worships himself and has raised his own importance beyond that of the god he claims to serve.

Because I do not believe in quid pro quo as a way to punish (not even the death penalty), I will not hope for a Martin Luther King Jr.-style assassination of Pat Robertson; I will not hope that he will experience a JFK-like moment; I will not dream of a nuclear device exploding under his bed while he sleeps one night.  No, I don't wish death and destruction on anyone, not even one so deserving as Pat Robertson.

All I hope for is that his followers see him for what he truly is, a venal, supercilious charlatan who is using religion to lift himself above the very god he publicly prays to, as evinced by his every action and word.

Pat Robertson, let me reiterate — shut the fuck up!

This was posted on one of the message boards I frequent from time to time.  I stumbled upon it the other day and laughed my ass of.  It's humorous and insightful at the same time since it's quite true.  It's reminiscient of a Jeff Foxworthy show…

 

You can smile to let someone know you can't stand them.

You know how to handle the telephone like a Stradivarius.

You know how to get back at just about everyone.

You're good pals with women other people can't stand.

You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.

Everything that you do… no matter how small… is… "Fabulous."

You truly don't care who Julia Roberts is sleeping with.

You can call anyone "honey" including pets.

You know someone who definitely was in the emergency room with Richard Gere and the gerbil.

You understand the immense importance of good lighting.

You can tell a woman you love her bathing suit, and mean her bathing suit.

You really have "been there, done that."

You know who Edina and Patsy are.

You've read the book, seen the movie, done the musical.

You know how to dress strategically.

Your car has an amusing female name.

You're the only one at your high school reunion who looks a lot better.

There's a married guy somewhere who is terrified of you.

You have a medicine chest stocked for any occasion.

You know how to make an entrance.

You worry about people you don't even know — like Liza Minnelli.

You choose the most fabulous greeting cards.

You have a cologne display worthy of Bloomingdales.

You've called someone "girlfriend" who is neither a girl nor a friend.

One or more of the following apply to you:
    a) You adore Judy Garland.
    b) You hate Judy Garland.
    c) You hate people who adore Judy Garland.
    d) You hate people who hate Judy Garland.

You made Donna Summer a star.

You made Donna Summer a has-been.

Tanning salons were invented for you.

You've made sunbathing a performance art.

You know that referring to someone as "a real lady" isn't necessarily a compliment.

If your cat is a female, you swear it's a lesbian.

If your cat is a male, you swear it's a lesbian.

You sing along heartily with songs that make most females cringe, like "Stand by Your Man."

A two seater convertible seems perfectly practical to you.

You have a favorite Disney character and… it's usually a nasty one.

You've left someone totally speechless.

When someone turns his back on you, you actually consider it an opportunity.

At some moment in your life… you've envisioned having "back-up girls."

You know that Barbra Streisand's biggest fan is… Barbra Streisand.

You have 412 ways to tell someone to get lost.  136 are nonverbal.

You can lip-sync to at least one Supreme's song.

Even if you're in Kansas, you're not in Kansas anymore.

Flowers fix everything.

I grew up with pets.  For my whole life I've had one or more animals sharing my home and my life — from dogs to cats to ferrets to fish to spiders to… well, you get the idea.  The most difficult choice we have to make regarding a pet is when to let them go.  Veterinary medicine has advanced significantly in years past, but our pets rely on us to communicate their wishes since they're unable to do so.  I think we often make the wrong decision by selecting continuing treatment, prolonging the animal's life at the expense of its quality.  I read this article from MSNBC and fought back tears thinking of pets with which I had experienced similar situations.  I think, like the author of this article, that we need to think less about ourselves in these situations and more about the pet.