Bigotry [big-uh-tree] – noun – (the) stubborn and complete intolerance of any creed, belief, or opinion that differs from one’s own.
“When you look at unbalanced people, how they respond to the vitriol that comes out of certain mouths about tearing down the government. The anger, the hatred, the bigotry that goes on in this country is getting to be outrageous, and unfortunately, Arizona I think has become sort of the capital. We have become the Mecca for prejudice and bigotry.” – Clarence Dupnik, Pima County Sherriff.
I am shocked, stunned, and heart-broken at the events that transpired yesterday in Tucson, Arizona, as should every single American.
So how did we come to this place – a place in which we believe there is nothing wrong with putting a map on your website with cross-hairs on the political opponents you would like to see eliminated or where an elected official can tell their constituents that she wants them “armed and dangerous?”
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?
It hardly seems possible that one year has passed, and what a year it has been.
A year that found itself filled with some wonderful highs that were unfortunately book-ended with some devastating lows.
Nevertheless, as I stand on the precipice of my second half a century – I find myself not wanting to look at what has passed, but rather at what lies ahead.
So as the year 2011 unfolds before me I see a blank slate and unlimited possibilities.
Too bad this picture cannot convey the volume of purring that is emanating from this little kitten.
Because, trust me… it is loud!
Meet the newest member of Casa del KatKnits…
Evinrude.
As for Milli Vanilli… the jury is still out on whether or not she likes him, but there was an eye witness to some mutual playing earlier today between the two of them.
I am thinking that with a purr this loud he is sure to win her over, and soon.
I’ve always done things the hard way. I was born like a piece of tangled yarn. The job is trying to untangle it, and I’ll probably go on doing it for the rest of my life. ~Karen Allen
I honestly can admit that in the past 10 years since I have been knitting there have been more days than not that yarn has consumed my thoughts.
Recently though, the yarn thought process has taken on a completely new meaning.