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News > Indianz.com: Hospital denies sending Native fetus through mail
A hospital in Ontario, Canada, says the package a Native mother received in the mail is not the fetus of her miscarried baby.
I'll be honest. I barely got past the headline.
This isn't a good approach to take. I know this. I also know that several of the other stories at Indianz.com deserve to be heard. As much as anything deserves hearing, anyway.
But I still can't bring myself to click on USA Today: DOI investigating BIA prison abuse (5/21), for example, or Fighter jet crashes on Tohono O'odham Reservation (5/21), or. . . you get the idea.
On the other other hand, I wasn't able to come up with a coherent -- even for me -- response to some photos someone had posted a while back, when the Abu Ghraib story first broke, of some coalition (read: US) troops giving frisbees to Iraqi youth.
It was linked quite a bit by people on the right, as an example of the sorts of stories the liberal, America-hating media didn't tell.
I mean, sure, good news for a change so people don't think the entire rest of the planet is a non-stop chamber of horrors, all well and good, but how many fucking frisbees does it take to equal someone getting a chem light shoved up their ass is what I'm wondering.
See? Incoherent.
Shorter entry: One "Aw shit" wipes out a dozen "Attaboys."
Discuss.
Or don't.
Calculus wasn't my best subject, but my best guess is "A helluva lot of frisbees, a helluva lot".
Hey! Oyster is one of MY psuedonyms.
Not that this is my page, but I used to work and live (and hope to return to soon)NW Ontario. Pick a job where you see messed up things - my answer is aboriginal health and wellness worker. Walking into a house you've been to dozens of times and seeing a brother and sister who've both hung themselves in the family room; treating a young girl for trauma and schock because she gave birth to a baby while walking in the ditch and drug the fetus by its umbilical cord two miles or more; trying to teach math to a kid who has sniffed so much gasoline you have to tie her into a chair because her neural network is so damaged she is incapable of sitting up - ever again in her life.
Really a miscarried fetus delivered by the mail (which comes via plan in that area) is just par for the course.
of course i meant the mail comes via plane :p
. . . so, after I say I'm not even clicking the links for Shit That Will Depress Me, you decide to casually list Shit That Depresses Me.
Thank you so very much. Where you livin' now, by the way?
Dru, since when?
And, better yet, why?
oyster, I'm confident that they're ramping up frisbee production in some Chinese prison even as I type.
No doubt, Aaron, I just hope they accidentally print the yellow smiley faces upside down.
Well, I don't really HOPE that, but it would be darkly funny to me. "Here ya go kids! Enjoy the almighty's good gift of freedom... hey, wait... oh no, they're crying now!"
Oh, and sorry Dru; I guess we both like bivalves.
I'm back in Minni-crapolis working with tha injunz over ta thah proJ. Its good times... actually, i can't wait to move - but here i am building my resume. word is born.
Didn't mean to bumm you out dude
. o O (maybe its good I did mention the
inscest peacekeeping.)