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Just So We’re Clear

“Anchor babies” are…not.

It’s not a thing. The nasty little term has been going around conservative circles for about 10 years now. But the idea that hundreds of thousands of people come to the US for the sole reason of creating a citizen that will get them fast-tracked for their own citizenship is bologna. Politifact brings the noise:

Based on past reporting, it’s not clear whether every birth to an undocumented mother was for the purpose of tethering the family to American soil.

“There are a million hardworking Hispanic people in San Diego who came here to work and then happened to have a baby,” midwife Lauren Weber said in the 2010 fact-check. “Then, there are people who come over in order to have a baby.”

“I believe that most migrants come for economic reasons and opportunity,” said Theresa Brown, the director of immigration policy at the Bipartisan Policy Institute. “The idea that their child may be able to sponsor them for a green card in 21 years is probably too long term to be a primary driver of immigration.”

You read that right. Undocumented immigrant parents will still be illegally in the country until the child is 21. Most come here to work rather than to squeeze out a pup that is legal. But fuck facts, right? As long as you have some good buzzwords you can use on people who check in with the right side of their amygdala all the time, you don’t need truth.

Bipolar Blues

You may have taken a peek into my archives in 2011 while you were here. This blog was a conduit for all of my rage and mania. Looking back, some of it was interesting but it was mostly babble from a fevered brain. It’s almost embarrassing, but there it is. I’m leaving it, in case you want to see what bipolar disorder can make a person do.

Now I present the absurd, the stupid and the hopelessness that is infecting our government and our society to you. I hope I am doing an acceptable job.

I take new pills to write. But I wonder if I am in a funk, a major depressive streak, because I have CRS syndrome. And when I speak, I can’t put together a sentence correctly. My communication skills are in crisis. The only place I can function well is at this keyboard. Thinking is a chore.

This is interesting:

When you’re depressed, it is easy to doubt your abilities. So self-reported “fuzzy thinking” during bouts of depression is treated with suspicion. However, a new study suggests the description is accurate, concentration and decision making really are affected by mood disorders.

The results demonstrated that depression does not necessarily interfere with snap decision making, but it can. The controls were, on average, both more accurate and faster in responding than either of the groups with mood disorders.

The right posterior parietal cortex is considered important in the brain’s executive decision making However, rather than both disorders showing a similar effect, the control group’s level of activation in the region fell was below those with MDD and higher than those with bipolar disorder, suggesting that either too much, or too little activation can interfere with responses.

It’s already well-known that sufferers of bipolar disorder have different brains than a normal person. It’s good to see that science is studying the “down” fugues that bipolars experience. So excuse your bipolar if you have one. He or she is terrified that this is happening to them.

Godding All Over The Place

My kid plays local baseball. He is 11, and new to the sport. Like his daddy, he is all arms and legs and he is not what you would call a natural. But he is getting better every time he plays and I am proud as heck that he even goes out to try despite not always being successful.

We don’t play on Wednesdays, because it is a church night for the coach and his kids. The team prays to the “Heavenly Father” at the end of practice. My kid just stands there are and waits for them to finish praying to their invisible sky poppa. As an atheist parent, I could pitch a fit about this and probably get the coach to cut the shit and leave the worship to his sacred Wednesday night. But I leave it alone; just like I leave alone him having to say the pledge at school. Just like the dugout prayers, he stands and watches the other kids do their daily zombie affirmations. I see no reason to be one of those atheists who go on the warpath every time the Lord even comes near them and theirs. I mean, yes, I loathe superstition and religion, but I know where I live. I’m in the Bible belt and this is a Christian culture. I don’t want to force them to quit living out loud for their god. That is what they do. It is very important to them, and it is constitutionally enshrined as a right and I don’t want an establishment of atheism any more than I want a national church.

However, bullshit like this has to stop. This is where I draw the line, when you penalize my kid for not believing or excluding him from activities:

Pittsburg High School baseball coach Tommy Stewart not only conducts a Bible study with his players after practice once a week, he punishes those who don’t attend with 20 minutes ofrunning. There’s literally a consequence for not being Christian on his team.

The school is doing damage control and denying the allegations:

Pittsburg ISD superintendent, Judy Pollan said that is simply not true. “He has about 30 boys and only 10 stay behind for a couple of sessions, so that tells you right there that it’s notmandatory.” Pollan explained. “He may show a movie or do studies on different things, but the whole purpose is to develop character and a winning attitude.”Pollan also said that the study session probably began because the players approached the coach about wanting to learn more about growing up and being men.

Say what the fuck? So what we’re saying here is the kids can’t be brought up correctly without religion? That a kid can’t have the right attitude without coming to Jesus? It’s all very insulting at best and discriminatory and illegal at worst. You own the fucking culture. Can’t you all go a few minutes without injecting your stupid belief into everything you do?


Meet The Other Conspirators

My family, rendered by Jessica Battista.

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Courtesy of my wife, Jessica. Have a good day, I have shopping to do and then I will rant at you later.

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