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WHY DO I FAIL AT WRITING
There's a lot happening in Congress right now, and I thought you would like to know one easy way you can make a difference.
The U.S. House of Representatives will vote on a bill as early as Thursday, July 23 that would - finally! - eliminate funding for "abstinence-only" programs. These programs are a huge waste of
taxpayer dollars - they don't help prevent teen pregnancy or stop the spread of sexually transmitted diseases among teens.
I just asked my representative to vote for the bill and end this funding. Will you send a note too? Just click the link below:
http://action.prochoiceamerica.org/site/Advocacy?id=3881&pagename=homepage
Even though "abstinence-only" programs have been proven not to work, some anti-choice members of Congress keep trying to get them funded. It's ridiculous. That's why we need to speak up!
http://action.prochoiceamerica.org/site/Advocacy?id=3881&pagename=homepage
Thanks for helping out.
They drove in silence for a few minutes, and then she said, "Hey, that reminds me of my favorite god story, from Comparative Religion One-oh-one. You want to hear it?"
"Sure," said Shadow.
"Okay. This one is about Odin. The Norse god. You know? There was some Viking king on a Viking ship—this was back in the Viking times, obviously—and they were becalmed, so he says he'll sacrifice one of his men to Odin if Odin will send them a wind and get them to land. Okay. The wind comes up, and they get to land. So, on land, they draw lots to figure out who gets sacrificed—and it's the king himself. Well, he's not happy about this, but they figure out that they can hang him in effigy and not hurt him. They take a calf's intestines and loop them loosely around the guy's neck, and they tie the other end to a thin branch, and they take a reed instead of a spear and poke him with it and go 'Okay, you've been hung'—hanged?—whatever—'you've been sacrificed to Odin.' "
The road curved: Another Town (pop. 300), home of the runner-up to the state under-12s speed-skating championship, two huge giant-economy-sized funeral parlors on each side of the road, and how many funeral parlors do you need, Shadow wondered, when you only have three hundred people . . . ?
"Okay. As soon as they say Odin's name, the reed transforms into a spear and stabs the guy in the side, the calf intestines become a thick rope, the branch becomes the bough of a tree, and the tree pulls up, and the ground drops away, and the king is left hanging there to die with a wound in his side and his face going black. End of story. White people have some fucked-up gods, Mister Shadow."