WOMEN OF STRENGTH COLLECTION BY E. MICOL

These are some fascinating women. I sense the individual strength in all three of them.  Again, for your viewing pleasure, artwork from the artist E. Micol.

Alice Parris       

Women of Strength Collection- E. Micol

Women of Strength Collection- E. Micol

Women of Strength Collection- E. Micol

Women of Strength Collection- E. Micol

Women of Strength Collection- E. Micol

Women of Strength Collection- E. Micol

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JUST HOW STUPID IS OBAMA OPPOSITION?

It is quite clear that the GOP & friends are united in their opposition against every move that President Obama makes. They are so vehement,  so vitriolic in their vocal opposition that they have boxed themselves into a corner. The collective intelligence quotients of the opposition is decidedly low. They have not understood the human condition nor have they understood the human psyche. They think that just pushing the “no” button across the board is a wise move. It is not. It is unadulterously stupid. It squanders any available “capital” or  “leverage” needed to make gains for their own constituencies. Following Sarah Palin (the party -splitter) is stupid. Every time Dick Cheney opens his mouth, he sets the GOP back light years. The “new and improved” Cheney, Liz, speaks with the same forked-tongue as her father. Where are the truly viable leaders of the GOP?

President Obama came into the office with an agenda of inclusiveness. The “sore-loser” Republicans decided to fall upon their own swords rather than to congratulate the winner. They decided to become the gathering-place for the disgruntled by “naysaying” anything that President Obama said. The Progressives were also dismayed because President Obama could not complete their “to-do” list instantly; a funky pile of wormy problems awaited his arrival at the Oval office.  How could anyone not  understood that when he took a step to the right, he was under attack, if he moved to the left, he was under attack, if he stayed to the center, he was under attack. Where, now, would be his motivation to extend that hand; his motivation to accommodate the fickle supporter? When big things are on the table, the malcontented would have lost their leverage, by virtue of their multitude of “nays.”

As a staunch supporter of President Obama, I find it to be sickening at how very wishy-washy the media can be in the name of “fair & balanced” reporting. I am not even speaking about Fox because Fox News is an anti-news outlet.The others take their cues from soothsayers and paid-for polls. They lack vision. Day after day, a parade of pundits are rolled out because someone in the media believes that they have “the answers.” The fickle are ready to throw the President under the bus with the exhalation of every breath. Most of the pundits who are paraded, have books to peddle while they participate in a game called  “guess-damn-ation.” The media should be in the “bookie” business; because they are the ones laying out the odds, according to their inside “tips.”

Who cares if the Independents blow with the wind? Who cares if the elephants just stand still, who cares if Sarah Palin divides the party-exiling the GOP into “the wilderness?” What is going to make the difference is the young people, of every color. The young people are going to prevail. How dare the GOP ramble about their concern for the debt of future generations, when it is they who have steered all of us into this economic ditch? How dare the GOP open their mouths with an “answer” when they really don’t give a fig about the youth of this country! The voting-age youth understand who has their backs. The Hispanics are very well aware of who was giving Justice Sonia Sotomayor a hard time, even when her qualifications were superior to that of her “peers.” Those who are surviving by virtue of their extended unemployment checks know who has their backs. Women, who now have equal pay, know who has their backs. The sum total of all those who have experienced grace at the hand of President Barack Obama, know who has their backs. An elephant either stands or falls. Standing for “no” regardless of ever-changing circumstances, will cause the elephant to fall.

Alice Parris

REALITY CHECKS FOR REALITY TELEVISION

After spending the past year with my twenty-seven year old daughter and her friends, I have been shown where to find the  most hilarious moments on cable. By far, Reality Television rates at the top of the dysfunction food-chain and is by definition a panacea for the chronically bored to death.  I have noticed a recurrent pattern with the numerous shows that I have watched. I can see what makes for “great” reality moments and what makes a show less than exciting.

It comes down to having a good mix of mental illnesses and personality disorders within the pool of contestants. This will always produce the unexpected at any time. Take two or three bipolars with various degrees of mood swings; not swinging at the same time. Add contestants with ADD, ADHD( poor impulse control), borderline personalities, narcissists, fragile personalities and strong antisocial personalities, then you are going to have fireworks! If you look at the dysfunction of one of the most highly watched shows, “I love New York,” you will find your dysfunction primarily in the personality of the  “prize.”  You add a controlling mother, who could possibly be any combination of the mental/personality disorders,  then, you won’t need as many competitors who randomly “act out” in order to have the consistant weekly level of drama required for addictive-watching by millions.

Have you noticed the many random melt-downs? Have you noticed the defined arch-enemies?  Have you noticed the chief manipulators and their crews? Have you noticed how many times “friends” have been “thrown under the bus” in the name of competition? If it were a psychiatric ward,  not a televised competition, then there would be consequences for not only acts of violence, but for a myriad of manipulations that are associated with these disorders. What the television industry has done is to successfully put “mental patients” together in a fishbowl (in the name of competition) and let them all “do their thing.” This is proving to be a very lucrative venture.

What you do not see are the consequences of rejection that create a “downward spiral” in the personalities that really do want love or the “prize”, once they are bounced from the program. There should be on-staff clinical psychologists to assess people who are painfully expelled at the notorious “expulsion ceremonies.”  Who follows these people to make sure that they don’t fall into a depression that could result in “suicidal ideation” being acted upon? Who is to keep the promiscuous bipolar, who has a history of early sexual abuse, from engaging in even more dangerous sexual behaviors once expelled? Who is going to follow-up on the young man who hates his mother and has been publically rejected,  perhaps ridiculed by a “female figure” from beginning a life of psychopathic violence towards women? Who will watch out for a fledgeling “black-widow” in the making?

One thing can be said. If the producers of these shows did some digging into the pasts of the contestants, there would be no shows at all. There would always be red flags. There would be liability as prevelant as the drama.  Most of the young people on the reality shows have not yet been diagnosed. They are self-medicated by booze while on set, and may be on drugs when living their regular lives.  Just think about the tragic outcome of,  “Megan Wants A Millionaire.” The young man to whom Megan was most physically attracted was the suspect of a “manhunt” for the alleged mutilation/murder of his wife. This story ended up in Canada, where the millionaire contestant committed suicide. If any of these contestants had been given a personality profile, there might  have been a red flag by the deceased contestant’s name. What would have happened if Megan fell in love with this man and they spent a great deal of time together after filming? What if she began to exhibit the same type of behaviors that could have driven him to  alleged heinous behavior? What would be the liability for the creators/producers of this reality show? It has been pulled from television, now, due to the high profile nature of this case. Only those who filmed the show (and their intimates) know who Megan chose to be “her millionaire.” A reunion show? Not a chance!

 It is not enough to ask someone in their twenties if they have ever had a felony. It is not enough to have a urine-test for substances. It is not enough to ask someone if they have ever had homocidal or suicidal thoughts. They will lie, take herb/cleaners for urine drug screens, and present well. What contestant who wants love or money is going to admit to hearing voices, or having homicidal/ suicidal thoughts? What will be the scrutiny from now on upon these reckless forays into the “crazy-making” fishbowls known as “Reality Television?”  Somewhere quality risk management needs to be implemented immediately; not to rob the show of its excitement but to protect the contestants from themselves and others during and after the tapings.

Alice Parris

THE CYCLE OF ABUSE

Abuse is a generational curse.. The abused becomes the abuser. The abused seeks out the very same type of abuser and the cycle is repeated again and again. My mother was abused by her mother, andsurvived  a miserable marriage. When we were young she was distant, unavailable, sleeping (most likely depressed) In her later years she became the rock that all of her children could count on in times of trouble. Myself, I have been raped, pimp-beaten, and verbally abused during my earlier years. I always seemed to choose the same type of man, although on the outside they seemed to be very different. In the end, their chief objective was to control me and that by any means necessary. If I could be controlled by a beat-down, that is what I received. If I could be controlled by systematic verbal abuse, that is what I received. Now, I have found that I am a whole lot meaner than I used to be. I can be verbally and physically abusive myself, given the right set of circumstances.

I am writing this blog because my twenty-five year old daughter has been choosing the same bad man since she was eighteen. Her life has been a series of miseries. I was unable to help. She was looking for her father who died when she was only  seven. I call him the “party-pimp” He was good-looking, charasmatic, charming, unfaithful and a pimp-style beater. I spent a Christmas eve in an emergency room after having been beaten for an hour. The last of many beatings.

Anger is depression turned outwards.  Depression is anger turned inwards. My daughter has tried both approaches.  She has tried to assault her abuser, she has been curled into a ball with heart-wrenching sobs. No matter how much I wanted her to not live my life, she continued to choose the same type of man. Today I got a phone call. I was waiting for it. I knew it was coming. She had tried to get a noose and kill herself because of abuse, she had considered drinking chemicals. Tonight, she got a knife, after she had punched her abuser in the face, and there was no telling whether or not she would try to kill herself, him or both. She was a loose wire, having been verbally beaten down for years.  Because of the amount of prayer that I have spent on her behalf, she escaped her jailor. He, an ex-felon, an alcoholic, an all around loser told her how she was a panty-waste. The cruelty was unbearable. She is now staying with her brother and his family. My family is galvanized to help in whatever way we can. We are eager for her to have her own worthwhile life.

She is eligible for her father’s survivors benefits. She is unable to work, having developed a disorder where she faints from stress, or either has developed a seizure disorder. She has been referred to a neurologist. The problem is that my daughter has been diagnosed with ADD, learning disability, and more recently bipolar (as are all of my relatives with a few exceptions) She is unable to fill out the forms because she can read them and simply not understand what she has read. My beloved daughter-in-law will help her get help. There has to be someone in the Social Security department who assists people who have a problem with comprehension. Hell, there are people who are are still totally illiterate.

 I am angry, yet grateful. I am grateful that my daughter is not mortally wounded,  incarcerated or dead. She has knife wounds on her fingers. I have a great deal to say about God’s faithfulnes. This is not the time for my sermom. Right now, I can ony describe what was my mother’s life, my life and my daughter’s life. We live in a society where pregnant women are being  murdered by the  person who has vowed before God and man to love them, where college students are disappearing faster than UFO’s on radar, and where men have begun to attack females in the most bizarre ways. Are we living in a “woman-hating” society? It sure feels like it. What country have we now become? 

I have written poem entitled, THE WOMAN OF A THOUSAND CUTS. It is my story. I hope that this poem will help many abused woman make a decision to survive. To get out before it is too late. To read the handwriting on the wall. To understand the abusive personality, and to make a plan B once it has been identified. Men have become lovers of themselves. Women, keep your eyes open. It has been a long time since we have been on anyone’s pedestal. We have become prey.  Women beware!

THE WOMAN OF A THOUSAND CUTS

She barely noticed, as she skipped

along as a child, the bushes of ill-will.

 

She, being envied, never understood…

As she passed by these bloodied-bushes,

 

thorns scraped her legs and a thorn

pierced her left foot. She kept on skipping,

 

stopping long enough to pull out

the offending thorn. Forgetfulness…

 

When she became a woman, she never

noticed the lustful glances.

 

After the rapes, she noticed a gash in

her private parts. Unmourned…

 

Time heals all wounds. She kept moving.

 

The pimp-style beating, the steely-glint

of a pointed gun, the betrayal of love,

 

left black & blue marks in places no one

was designed to see; within her heart.

 

Loving again, she found mockery to be

her daily bread. These assaults became

 

lacerations of the mind, not the will.

 

When others carried away her children,

she moaned deeply, gutturally; a wounded

 

animal. There was massive internal bleeding.

She kept moving. Die to self is the only truth.

 

When she stopped to share wisdom and light,

she met deception and darkness.

 

Fiery comets cauterized this bleeding.

 

She kept moving, though her pace slowed

with age. She has flash-backs

 

of a thousand cuts, looks above, seeks

comfort from life’s only love.

Alice Parris