The one that says –
Why care about GST on tampons…. when women in detention centres have to live up for one or two pads or tampons at a time, don’t get enough pads for the month and swap sexual favours aka get sexually assaulted in return for shower time.
Why care about gay marriage…. Just get it over with so people can worry about actual discrimination, such as Tasmanian schools wanting to be able to expel queer teens on religious grounds.
I’m sure there’s more… But those two are pissing me off this week. And I’m on my phone and suck at Swype.
I used to hate those people. The my cause is more important than yours… But I’m wavering!
Or reading too much Razer ( I blame you Bronwyn!)
So, there is a time. A time where I type under the cover of darkness, a time where I hide away.
There is another time.
One where I proudly proclaim that I am a Pastafarian Minister. One where I ask you, why is my religion NOT so special and precious and holy as yours? Why isn’t my GOD, created by the prophet Bobby Henderson, as cherished and LOVED as that Jesus you talk of? Why not, as they are all as ridiculous as one another?
Bow forth, if you want to be blessed. And join me on Facebook.
I will bless you with his noodly appendage.
Tense therapy session on Wednesday because we ended up writing the letter for my “job Capacity Assessment” with Centrelink that I had yesterday. Yes, the assessment went well, reaffirmed my love of Occupational Therapists. and I’m going to be going to a new Job network/ Disability provider next week…. One that is all into aka specialises in people with mental health issues. I also got a rating of being capable of
only” 8-14 hours of work a week. Given I’ve not worked full-time in over three years, this is a relief to have on my record. A relief to be honest and say that I really wanna be a a speech pathologist again, but my mental health issues are holding me back.
Oh we got the coolest coffee cups from Playing the Goat across the road from Centrelink. Tawny frogmouth!!!
So, when I got home from that, I went for my first cup of tea for the year. Dilmah.
Oh, and did you see that I got ordained? *grins*
(that certificate is NOT A4, so if anyone can help me fid a frame to fit it – US sized I guess- I’ll bless you with 2 minute noodles)
I went to a wedding yesterday.
In a church. A Baptist church. Yes, I spent six hours in a Baptist church yesterday.
And only made one highly offensive joke.
(involving Jesus’s urine and white wine)
I was pretty restrained.
I like parts of weddings. I like that people like to celebrate that they love each other. I can live through the religious bits. I try to learn about other people during them, try to ‘get’ what makes religious people tick. Try. I like that some people are able to celebrate their love how they want. I hate that some people want to dictate how others can do it.
Grow up, Australia.