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SCOTUS & Hobby Lobby Case

So, this Hobby Lobby case is pretty important. Yes, there is a case in front of the supreme court of the U.S. re: a company called Hobby Lobby - it’s not a joke. Essentially, this company is fighting to have it’s religious rights dictated to all of its workers. Because the owner is against providing contraception coverage to female employees. Due to his religious beliefs, he does not want to provide it as written in the Affordable Care Act for businesses above 50employees - among other benefits.

Women earn less, and currently pay more for health insurance on average. They simply deserve to be treated equally. Especially when Men already receive sexual healthcare coverage for things like Viagra. If certain contraceptive options violate a woman’s personal religious beliefs, she is free not to pursue those options, but her employer should not be allowed to make that decision for her.

"Laws are made for the government of actions, and while they cannot interfere with mere religious belief and opinions, they may with practices." (SCOTUS- Reynolds V. U.S. 1879)

If Hobby Lobby wins because of what seems to be a political disagreement, as well as religious beliefs of the owners, it sets a precedent for any company to litigate any law they disagree with obeying based on religious grounds. The constitution protects an individuals religious freedoms and places of worship. Unless I’m missing something, Hobby Lobby is a place of business and not worship, nor is it a tax-exempt religious organization.

If Hobby Lobby wins this decision we will have laws on the books approved by Supreme Court that consider corporations equal to individuals (Citizen’s United), when it comes to campaign financing, and one that would now consider a corporations beliefs paramount to those working for them (Hobby Lobby v. Sebeilius).

Los Escondidos

- by Adam Nichols Russell -

A net sprawls out
casting its web
splicing Oaxacan tides —
Pacific foam atop churning pint glass.
The prospect of aquatic sustenance
is schooling about beneath the suds.

Narrow boats, precarious.
The shoddy boats maneuver.
This unrelenting,
unrepentant hot star
Millions of miles away
glaring down on us, judging.

The sun wants to sit beside us
In the mounds of grainy decay
with a Pacifico in one hand —
limes floating like exoplanets
suspended in dark matter.

Kicking stones in the desert,
A lone child stands
with the dirt road’s distance.

Skydivers plummet overhead,
raining down —
a parade of discarded circus tents
lofty amongst flapping clouds.

Friends arrive with boards
ready to brave record breaking surf.
One of them calls out
just past the breakers —
something about weightlessness,

“Will the next wave carry us to tomorrow?”
I shout back:
“No. But I bet this undertow will drag us back to yesterday!”
As if the rip-tide’s an old friend
begging us to stay for one last drink.

Downtown is bathing in swaths of smoke,
Swatches of color, meat browning,
flesh popping,
peddlers, booths, mariachi,
all coexisting in rhythm.
Along to the insistent beat of work,
the honorable pulsating lifeblood of a culture.
At every corner,
each serpentine alleyway
leads us into celebratory night.

We are celebrating this new discovery
We are relishing in obscurity,
the brick and mortar basics
of a $25 seaside motel,
a toilet with no seat.

We’re all surrounding the core of the Earth
At nighttime fire pit.
Ocean’s stomping its perpetual march
underscoring these exploits.
Rising above a native current
primal beats labor over outdated speakers.

Certain evenings are immortal,
Lasting indelibly.
The cacophony of sense
is distributed
In the vague, subtle touch of recollection:

• Burning scraps in campfires,
• Fishing vessels winking lamplights
• Green eyed avocados mashed in stone cauldrons
• The same looping drums fighting through static on every radio

There is no urgency in the wind here.
It brushes past
As an unassuming stranger
In an abandoned town.
Not unsettling,
but smoothing over nature,
grazing across humanity.

Here there are no borders
states wander into one and other.
No difference between
One family in Curnevaca,
One family in Puebla.
They are the same in Cleveland.
They are the same in Spokane.

Learning this on
12 hour bus back
to Distrito Federal
Teetering around bends.
Entire ride shaking with
sweat and the Spanish language.
The world is fleeting past us
interlaced and disjointed.
An eternal kaleidoscope hurtling.

Peering through humid, clear squares
of glass
— or plastic,
the jet-streams intersecting in space
their white trails,
scars on endless blue skin.

I am looking at a bus full of passengers
They are trudging
through the rough tides of circumstance.
I am seeing the thatch roof houses,
the emptiness.
No telling what coincidence
brought us all here.
We are fortunate objects in motion
unified in common spirit.

We are somewhere…
and the sun is now leaving us.

-Read at Edgings & Inchings Poetry Night @ REAL ART WAYS on 3/12/14


Hearst Castle by Julia Morgan

The indoor mosaic-tiled pool is inspired by Roman baths.

(via danforth)

Winter Palette

How meaningful is it
for the winds to discard their palette,
their growth of hues,
their appendages, 
for the ground to adopt this new mosaic?

For air to carry sounds 
of rustling decay, 
gray sun, 
adolescent cold?

Despite complex promise  
Solemnity is found in vacant field

opting out,
changing cities,
unable to transport us 
—Small wingspan —
to Southern warmth,
Western shine.

They want us to remain
consistent in our trappings,
resisting the ease of motion,
the rationale of senses.

Slippery lacquer streets
painted with castaway colors
–– blanket of hazards.

Lead us to the river
any other way will send us
towards the cul-de-sacs.

If we pry open shy trees
the forest will escort
to Long Island Sound.
The sound of water lapping at us,
Water foaming at mouth.

This shelter
not my own.
This shell—
changing with tides.

At full moon the tide-pool’s its fullest.

At breakfast the water receded.

(This poem appears in my book VOX Clamantis In Deserto which is available here: http://www.blurb.com/b/4658621-vox-clamantis-in-deserto )

The Reign Of Morons Is Here


We have elected an ungovernable collection of snake-handlers, Bible-bangers, ignorami, bagmen and outright frauds, a collection so ungovernable that it insists the nation be ungovernable, too. We have elected people to govern us who do not believe in government.

(via danforth)