"This Isn't Going To Be Pretty"

Anj'-i-tude noun 1. The likes and dislikes of the artist, An'Angelia, regarding certain people, places or things. 2. Attitudes and opinions that somehow seem to differ from the mainstream.

WARNING: If you are easily offended by opinions that differ from your own, if you are offended by cursing, if you consider "thinking outside the box" an activity reserved for only the lunatic fringe, if you think questioning the government is un-American, then I say to you in the most loving way, GET OUT!!!! This is not the blog for you. This blog is MY opinion and view of the world. This blog is MY reality. If you're interested in learning about the things I think about and how they translate into works of art, please enjoy the tour. I am not interested in debating points of disagreement, and don't waste my time or yours with attacks on my character. Your opinion of me is really none of my business.


Thursday, July 15, 2010

The Real War

Don't live their lie. You can open your eyes and see beyond the deception of the global elite, oryou can close your eyes and remain asleep. The choice is always yours.

That we are separate is the greatest illusion

Friday, June 11, 2010

When False Flags Don't Fly

As flag day approaches, something for you to consider.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Happy Belated Earth Day

There's really not much that I care to write about Earth Day.  Besides, I could never state my viewpoint in a manner as engaging as comedian, George Carlin.  He made us laugh, and hopefully, he made some of us think.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

The Problem with Pink Ribbons

When I stumble upon one of those "pink ribbon for breast cancer" displays in a store, I immediately become enraged. Every idiot "racing for a cure" should be boiled in his own pudding and buried with a pink ribbon through his heart. (My apologies to Dickens)  My mother used to say, "the path to Hell is paved with good intentions".  Pink ribbons always remind me of that.

I have it on good authority that first of all, there's nothing pretty and pink about breast cancer. This July 14th, I will be a 12 year breast cancer survivor, so I am the authority to whom I refer. All of racing or walking and pink ribbons in the world will not restore my breast.  It will not save the breasts of my sister nor the breasts of your loved ones.

I have considered writing on this subject many, many times before.  But  this article , " Susan G. Komen for the Cure makes mockery of self with KFC pinkwashing campaign (opinion)", is the catalyst for today's post.  Author, Mike Adams, has addressed the absurdity of this campaign in a way that resonates with me and that explains why the Komen and KFC pairing is ridiculous on so many levels.  His article reiterates what has been bothering me most about all this pink ribbon nonsense; how many cancer-causing products proudly sport the "breast cancer pink ribbon"?  I've seen it on everything from shit to shineola.  It's sickening.                                     

Pink ribbons, fund raisers and racing for cures are for sissys.  At best they're an easy ego booster and a possible write-off at the end of the tax year.  A person can donate and participate without the emotional burden of actually getting involved with someone suffering the affects of this horrendous disease.  One can maintain a comfortable distance and still sleep soundly at night feeling that they've done something positive towards "the cure". 

 I know, I know, you want to shake your finger at me and argue the benefits of these programs to which I am so adamantly opposed.  Well, I say this to you.  Ask the father whose wife has died from breast cancer leaving him behind to raise their young daughters if he would rather you "race for the cure" or take the time to help his pre-teen choose a dress for her first dance.  Ask the 65 year old woman if she would rather you make a donation in her name or show her how a breast prosthesis looks and feels.  Ask the husband who can't get time off work and whose wife is home alone vomitting after chemo if he would like you to stay an hour or two with her or purchase some pink ribbon products.  Ask the breast cancer patient if she would like a greeting card in the mail from you or if she'd rather have an acknowledgement from the Susan G Komen Foundation. 

 Life is full of choices and I think it's time that a critical look is taken at these so-called support groups and campaigns.  If money and "cause organizations" were the answer, I don't think Jerry would have any kids.   Jerry's been "entertaining for a cure" since 1966.   His 44th telethon ALONE raised $65 MILLION!  Where's the cure for MDA?  Think about it.  Perhaps these huge organizations and charities aren't the best you can afford to offer to combat the effects of breast cancer.  Maybe a more direct effort is a better choice.

I have plenty of pink ribbon momentos given to me by good intentioned friends and acquaintances from my own  breast cancer experience.  I have necklaces, rhinestone pins, ribbon clad bears, mugs, notepads, you name it.  I hate them all but I've kept them tucked away in drawers and boxes because they were given to me in the spirit of loving support and with good intention.  I once heard a commedian say that the last thing Jesus wants to see when he comes back to earth is a cross.  I think he was right. I certainly feel that way about the Susan G Komen craze and those damned pink ribbons.  And although I can't prove it,  I'm pretty sure the path to Hell is lined with pink ribbons. 

KFC Photo: nydailynews.com