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Something I’m sure we’ve all noticed in organized religion, is the idea of abstinence, abstinence before marriage, intercourse for procreation only, or just plain guilt associated with sexuality.

Why do we do this?  The answer, actually,  is quite simple.  It’s baked right into our DNA and psychology.

The “Good”:
Buddhists, Catholics, and other religious sects practice self-denial (even self-injury) in the effort to “connect” themselves to their God.  Human nature and basic psychology dictate that we are unable (or unwilling) to subject ourselves to stories of suffering, strife, or peril of our deities unless we too, can share the burden of self sacrifice.

The Bad:
People are human, that is to say, that we are imperfect by design.

Where there is no way, we will find one.  We don’t even need to get into the Catholic priests (again) to discover that Christianity’s view of sex is slanted.  But even seemingly “strict” religions, like Islam for example, where followers (who are almost always “fundamentalists”) are willing to “die a thousand deaths” to be holy has excellent examples of good-old human behavior.

“To deny our own impulses, is to deny the very thing that makes us human.”
- Andy and Larry Wachowski

The irony here is that our very nature of existence causes both the inability to be abstinent, and the self-edification to crave it.

I have absolutely no fear about that title. Even beyond my clearly atheist beliefs, if guys like the current Pope go to heaven, I’d rather be in hell.

Since we were kids, there have been literally hundreds, if not thousands, of stories about the Catholic church and the Vatican covering up the sexual exploitation, rape, and abuse of children seeking help, aid, or shelter from “the house of God”.  The Catholic church is poisoning your minds, controlling your money, and raping your children.  .  Someone please, burn this mess to the ground.

Oh, and to the Pope:
“Go fuck yourself“.  Protecting these priests who abuse children makes you equally guilty of the crimes.  You’ll surely burn in the hell your religion made up.

As painful as it is to realize, I live in one of the “Douchiest States of America”.  According to Manolith.com (clearly an expert on douchbaggery), Florida ranks high in the douche-per-capita ratings.  Well, I guess we had it coming with all of the sunshine and tanning salons…  God help us all.

See the story here

Normally don’t post this kind of thing, but this letter is devastatingly well written.

“A MOTORCYCLE RIGHT-OF-WAY VIOLATION WIDOW AND SURVIVOR ADDRESSES THE KILLER OF HER
HUSBAND
An open letter from Amy Pickholtz to Brenda Melancon

Brenda Garon Melancon, Former Mayor
44337 Melancon Street, P.O. Box 7
Sorrento, LA 70778 . 225-675-8*7*

I hope on this day, 14 October 2009, that you will spend some time reading my letter, and that the message I am conveying will make a difference, because on this day I will spend some time at the cemetery mourning my husband Jim, and spend sometime honoring him by reflecting on all the reasons that I fell in love with him.

“It’s not the life that you live, it’s the courage that you bring to it.”–Yogi Bhajan

This is the quote I adopted in 2004 when I started to teach yoga. I really never understood why I adopted this particular quote as my own credo, and even put it on my yoga business cards. Now, I truly understand why.

It’s been 2 years since your grossly negligent behavior as the driver of the car who violated our right-of-way, and as the Mayor, who although with prior knowledge did nothing about the existing problems at the intersection. We know the result of your negligence. The death of my husband Jim, the permanent disabling injuries to me,and the devastation to our entire family. I will remind you of your immediate response after the crash when asked if you had been in touch with the Pickholtz family, was “No. I don’t wanna know. This is all so devastating to me. The accident was just horrible.”

Horrible, yes, but this was not an accident, Ms. Melancon. This was an incident,caused by you, but not solely about you.

You reiterated how devastating all this was to you when you took it upon yourself to call The Advocate newspaper in Baton Rouge to use them as your own personal platform in response to the Sorrento Town Council meeting reporter including in her article my showing up at your public town hall meeting on Tuesday June 16, 2009. The headline on Friday June 19 read, “Mayor: Crash ‘devastated’ her”:

You literally slid out of the back door of your own town hall meeting (without having opened up the floor to any further business), when faced by me and the other16 motorcycle riders, family and friends who sat or stood quietly without disrupting any of the business of your town council meeting. The Advocate reporter was irresponsible to even write an article for you and furthermore to intertwine my previous quotes into your dictated agenda.

My message to you of “It can never be over” written on a poster board was in response to you saying “It was a terrible accident, and I’m very sorry. I’m glad that it’s over…” after the Grand Jury hearing concluded they would not indict you on Criminal Negligent Homicide, Criminal Negligent Injury and Failure to Yield from a Private Driveway. The Grand Jury’s failure to indict does not mean you were found innocent. It means that the law in Louisiana does not support Justice. You should have been found guilty by proximate cause for killing my husband Jim, and for seriously injuring me, and you should have been charged with the ROW Violations ACT195.

How can you think this will ever be over?

You need to know that I still need to go weekly to grief therapy, still need physical therapy, have to rely on pain medication daily, still live with PTSD,survivor’s guilt, chronic pain, disabling injuries and depression. I am still paying exorbitant medical bills, and health insurance premiums as a result of you crashing into us. I have had continued tests, treatments, surgeries and therapies.I am scheduled for my fifth surgery. I must maintain myself physically in order to function at a reasonable level to care for children and maintain my household. The simplest tasks have become physically challenging and my everyday functioning is completely at the mercy of my pain levels throughout the day.

I am still unable to provide an income for my household. You took away took away my financial stability, and my physical ability to do the work I used to do. Yes, the insurance companies paid. It is a pittance after all the medical and legal expenses, and with the ongoing medical expenses and no income, how long do you think it will last?

And what are your financial ramifications?

You had the audacity to question if I think you felt nothing, for learning a “person was killed”, as you put it, while propped up on your platform in the Advocate newspaper. This is not about what I think you feel, Ms. Melancon. This is about how you have taken no responsibility, morally or ethically as a human being, or any action to make any positive impact as a political figure. A person was killed, Ms.Melancon. His name was Jim Pickholtz and he was a son, a father, a husband, a friend and the absolute, unequivocal love of my life, with whom I was supposed to grow old.

Since you took it unto yourself to refer to your letter of May 22, 2008, in the newspaper, I am taking it unto myself to refer to your letter, also, in which you expressed “sympathy and condolences for the loss of my husband.” I need to remind you that I did not “lose” my husband and your wording was entirely insensitive to the fact that you killed him. Your timing couldn’t have been any worse, either. It was very damaging for me to have received your letter on Saturday of Memorial Day weekend, and even more damaging to read what I consider an empty jumble of contrived clichés and self justification defending your previously perfect driving record.

Nowhere in your letter or to the media did you ever ask, “Is there something I can do to help?”, or ask how I am, or how the children are. Nowhere did you reach out a hand or reach beyond your own self, or into your political position as a public official to DO anything to help me, my family or the community.

Why?

Courage. Well… it takes courage to do so. I think you’ve buried your head in the sand as a coward.

I am writing proposed legislation and will be on the floor with two Bills next June,even though I have never been politically minded before. I am talking with the new administration in Sorrento in order to make the necessary changes to the entrances and exits of the property at the Ascension Civic Center. I have volunteered as the Director of the Baton Rouge Chapter of MAC [Motorcycle Awareness Campaign], and have applied for MAC to be present at the largest festivals in the area that are non-motorcycle events so that our message and mission goes out to the motoring public. I am speaking on behalf of MAC and independently on television shows, radio shows and at events held by Motorcyclists’ Rights Organizations that invite me. I am actively involved in my community and do whatever I can to help by guiding and talking with other crash victims, and comforting other widows of motorcycle riders killed by motorists like you. I am trying to make a difference, so that no one!else has to go through what I am living.

All of this takes courage.

In two years I have come from being totally incapacitated, months spent in a wheelchair, and having to re-learn the simplest of physical functions that we all take for granted–like walking, from begging God to take me to Jim, to waking up daily in grief and depression and loneliness, in anger and pain, to enduring the emotional and physical roller coaster of loss–of Jim, of health, of my blended family, of my entire life as it was, what I describe as “blissfully happy.”

It takes courage to stand up for my rights and advocate for motorcycle awareness. It took courage to sit before you in your meeting. It takes courage to write you this letter, which I can only represent as my truth. It takes courage to accept that I am a victim, but that I will not be victimized. It takes courage each day to live without Jim, yet honor Jim all the ways that I choose.

So I ask, who are you speaking with about being a driver who killed a motorcyclist?How are you educating motorists to look for motorcycles? How are you spreading the message to other motorists, so that they don’t kill a motorcyclist, too?

You had over a year in office to correct the problems that exist at that intersection, and you have the rest of your life now as a civilian to do something,and yet to this date, you still have done nothing. I maintain that no matter what the Attorney General says about the crash site, the tree line, the guardrails, or the stop sign placement at that intersection didn’t kill Jim: You did. You were behind the wheel of the car, and you violated our right-of-way. You are the proximate cause of this incident. You also knew about the obstructions and yet, you didn’t take the care to insure that the right-of-way was clear.

The law in Louisiana is not yet in place, but it will be after next session, that would have convicted you, which is Ordinary Negligent Homicide. I maintain there is no justice, there is just law. If there was justice, you’d be off the road, without a license to drive. You’d be at the very least doing community service and advocacy work for motorcycle awareness, and you would have been found guilty on all counts of negligent homicide, negligent injury and failure to yield, and you would have been charged under the current ROW Violations Act 195 and convicted of that, too.Louisiana should be ashamed as a State to not have the proper law in place to convict those responsible for negligent homicide. And you should be ashamed, Brenda Melancon, that you’re doing nothing to make amends for killing my husband Jim,permanently injuring me, and devastating an entire family, not for months, but for the rest of our lives.

Perhaps you shouldn’t have listened to your lawyers, and been in touch with us personally from the beginning of this tragic incident. Perhaps you should have considered the timing of your letter, the affect of the content and your comments to the media with greater stringency. Perhaps, you should look at the forgiveness that you hope I will be able to offer you with some more reflection and merit.

I invite you muster up the courage to take your head out of the sand and do something.

In memory of my husband Jim I remain,

Amy Pickholtz . brmac@eatel.net
FTY-ROWV Widow/Survivor/Bikers’ Rights Activist
Director, Baton Rouge Chapter, Motorcycle Awareness Campaign
P.O. Box 4762 . Baton Rouge, LA 70821 . http://www.macorg.com”

Yesterday, a disgruntled software engineer (no, not me LOL) decided to kill himself in a terrorist-like plane crash into an IRS building in order to make a point. (http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/years/2010/0218102stack1.html) Although I agree with his reasons and most of the 6 page diatribe left on his website, his means were certainly not the right way of going about getting the point across.  The IRS is no innocent establishment, but the people in that building got up yesterday, had coffee, and went to work just like the rest of us.

Today, Jacksonville news station News4Jax, posted an article of another disgruntled individual hit particularly hard with a lawsuit and the current recession.  When faced with a completely unfair foreclosure, he bulldozed the home he built to the ground stating:

“As far as what the bank is going to get, I plan on giving them back what was on this hill exactly (as) it was, I brought it out of the ground and I plan on putting it back in the ground”.

This guy, as a matter of contrast, is a fucking hero. (http://www.news4jax.com/nationalnews/22610178/detail.html)

This is slightly lengthy, but VERY worth the read.

Good show dude, we’re proud of you.

I went to bed last night in a pretty sour mood. This morning’s alarm clock didn’t help much either.

8 am, and I’m stuck in bumper to bumper traffic with thousands of other suckers and Canadian tourists.

I should be on a yacht in the Mediterranean.  I should be surfing Digg on a beach somewhere in south America.  The only fight I get into with my girlfriend should be where we’re going to have brunch.

But I’m doing no such thing.  Just like every other putz out there, I’m driving to my 9-5, standing in line to order coffee, standing in line for a promotion, standing in line to stand in line…

Life choices seemed a lot more plentiful when I was 16.

“I’ll make my million by 30, retire by 40, and live the easy life.”

Sounds easy enough.  I see thousands of yachts on the ocean, the odds can’t be that stacked against us.

I read hundreds of articles about guys just like me who made millions with ideas like Myspace, Facebook, Google, and Yahoo.  I’m already a software engineer, it’s just a matter of time!

I’ll settle for my mid-level sports car now, and get that Ferrari later.  OK, maybe one more mid-level sports car… I’m still establishing myself in this industry.  Wow, so Ferrari’s are like 150k?  Hmm.  Doesn’t look to realistic based on my income.  Maybe a used Porsche, that way I can feel successful.

So, has reality set in?  Or did we just give up?  Is it so ridiculous that life didn’t work out this way?  Makes you wonder where you missed the turn, no?

You’ll probably read a hundred accounts of what happened today, 8 years ago.  Just for posterity’s sake, I’ll add mine as well.

I was unemployed at the time; in fact I had a 1:00 pm interview scheduled on the other side of the state near Orlando for that very day.  I also had a plane ticket to Buffalo NY for September 12^th.

“Some time away from home and work would serve me well”, I thought.

It was about 8:30 when I got the first phone call from my mom.  She was at work and sounded frantic on the phone. “Turn on the TV!”  “What channel?” I replied.  And she said the three words I’ll never forget: “It doesn’t matter.”

I spent the next entire day in front of that TV in absolute awe of what had happened.  As an American, I (like most of you, I’d guess) was raised to believe that no other nation would be crazy enough to bring the fight to our door.  As young adults we see snippets of photos and news stories capturing violence and panic in cities we’ve never heard of, but the idea of something like that occurring in this country was all but ridiculous.

But it happened, right here.  Terror, panic, fear, and uncertainty gripped the entire United States and led to a whirlwind of laws, new government posts, the TSA, and insane restrictions on travel and citizenship.

As we reflect on what happened on September 11th 2001, it is important to remember those who gave their lives, willingly or not, for the ideals that this country stands for.  It is important to take a moment to yourself and remember how fragile and important the lives of your friends and family are.

Like the generation before us who can tell you exactly where they were and what they were doing when Kennedy was shot, we now have a story to tell.

The entire landscape of America has changed since that day; and the plane ticket I had for NY is now only paper, as the airline went out of business in 2002.  But it was a small price to pay for the effect that moment had on my life.

My buddy Erik over at Perilled.com has started a charity for motorcycle accident victims and their families.

“There are so many motorcycle accidents today. Many people are seriously injured or killed and families are left with expenses that they cannot afford to pay; medical bills, burial costs, legal fees. Times are hard enough dealing with the loss of a loved one due to a motorcycle accident, without the added stress of paying for these things.”

Make sure you stop by there and show some support, or better yet, donate some money to get this site up and running!

See the blog post here.

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