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The hierarchies can be good too. They're how men build cities, as well as destroy them. Women who do well in corporate America, as well as the military, seem to embrace these hierarchies. I once worked in a female-only non-profit that alleged valuing women's voices. However, it had a Chief Executive Officer (What a pretentious title CEO is. It basically means Boss Boss Boss.) and a Chief Operating Officer and other high mucky mucks with superfluous syllables, all of who effectively silenced dissent, thus replicating the efficiency of male-organized hierarchies. What was sickening was that the office was adorned with posters about collaboration and diversity, but had some women more equal than others. I think in certain situations a hierarchy is necessary, but don't feign collaboration. Be honest. Admit that there's one hand on the tiller arm.
So, if abortion is murder, should we incarcerate all women who have had abortions?
Since you're pro-death penalty, should we kill those women who have had abortions? If not, why not? After all, by your definition, they killed babies. Don't baby killers deserve to die?
If a fertilized egg is a living being and given that so many fertilized eggs naturally detach from the uterine wall, should we scan tampons for their presence and conduct a funeral when we find one?
How can you call yourself pro-life when you're pro-war?
How can you call yourself a Christian when you covet wealth? Are you familiar with the story of Satan and Jesus in the desert? Satan tempted Jesus with wealth. Jesus refused. When are you going to refuse your wealth?
How can you call Cindy your wife if you call yourself a Christian? Are you familiar with the story of Jesus and the Samaritan woman at the well? If not, he told her that her additional marriages weren't valid. Since you allegedly believe in the teachings of Jesus, are you now going to leave Cindy and return to your only wife?
Post when sober, please.
Four more questions for McCain:
Do you believe in End Times and if so, do you believe you should play a part in that?
If you reinstitute the draft, will you allow for the sort of exceptions that allowed Dick Cheney and Rush Limbaugh to avoid service, or will the draft subject all to potential service?
In Vietnam, when you bombed civilian targets, you likely killed many, many innocents. How do you reconcile that with, "Thou shalt not kill."?
In what ways are you still a maverick?
One could make a case for WWII, but Vietnam was not a righteous war, therefore those were not righteous kills. Instead, McCain left with self-righteous, repeatedly reminding us that he suffered, as if he were the only POW, as if he didn't put civilians in the ground, where they're rotting still, while he lives in his penthouses.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_KjsEs46C70
I've been graced by a few Irishfolk. They're brilliant and fun, whereas you think you're brilliant and fun. Pity you can't marry yourself, since in you're love with yourself.
Another question for McCain:
Since Jesus is the Prince of Peace and since you have alluded to more wars and a hundred years of war in Iraq, why not switch to a war-loving God?
I've suspected that you're a Republican operative offering a parody of an Irishwoman and you're cementing that suspicion. You don't remind me of any Irishwomen I know. You do remind me of Hollywood's silly depictions of Irishwomen...times ten. And your self-righteousness about the roughousing is silly.
You wrote: "Now, Pantanal, I'm not bothering with you any more because you seem incapable of civil disagreement."
And you wrote: "I've learned that a large number of Obama supporters are splenetic, abusive, humorless and utterly pathetic in their inability to debate anything based on facts."
So, you're bruised, eh? Poor little bruiser and just never you mind that in every thread, you're cruising for a bruising.
Why not take a walk through the verbancy of your dewy Irish morning, after first dining on white pudding and fried potato farls, of course, with your elbows out and your red, red hair swinging, and see if you can spot a four-leaf shamrock?
Now, if I were to write as you, I'd be repeatedly reminding everyone that I'm just an American girl. I'll try:
As an American girl, I, of course, have to assess politics over apple pie with my mother by my side, at a baseball game, of course. 'Cause that's what American girls do. Really. And we wear ponytails and baseball caps and bluejeans. All the time, forever and ever.
There, now I'm a Hollywood American to complement your Hollywood Irishwoman!