yeast

A friend of mine found a way to get sick in the warm june sun and is now taking antibiotics for whatever she picked up. Three days into her pill popping treatment, she discovered that she had a yeast infection. Back to the doctor. He informs her that her antibiotics gave her a yeast infection or, at the very least, made it more likely for her to get one. So... she set out to do one thing and the opposite occurred...

Hmmmmm....

Rambling on the radio was one of America's premier thinkers, Bill O'Reilly. A very self righteous man, a pervert with an obscure past. My favorite type of scoundrel. He was ranting and raving about something, and he made a point of bringing up the war in Iraq. What followed was hazy. I wasn't sure if he was for or against it. If he was stating his opinion or fact or if he liked the present administration or was against it. But I listened, you never know when Bill's perversion might slip into one of his tirades.

In his sermon he stated that we are at "war with terror" and that we won't stop the fighting until one of these things happens, I am not sure which one, and from the sound of it, neither did Bill.

A. we have killed all the terrorists and made Iraq a safe place for Americans to visit.
B. we have convinced every wanna be terrorist not to fuck with us or we will kill their cows and chickens.
C. we haven proven that we finish what we started.
D. we show the universe, and all those alien pussies out there in it, that humans can fight a conventional war against a concept and kick it's ass. ( watch out poverty, starvation and illiteracy)
E. we have milked the region for all it's resources and made savvier and more dedicated terrorists mad at us.

I love this debate and I try to find it whenever I can. The foolish thought that we can win a war against "terror" is absolutely delicious. I have written about this before, but I never had a great analogy to tie to it. So, along comes a yeast infection brought on by antibiotics and I am rollin'. Now if we can only link cancer to christianity... ( working on it )

Sometimes your best intentions are shit. You can set out to accomplish something, or pretend to accomplish something in some instances, and do nothing but achieve the complete opposite of what you were hoping for (again, in some instances). Most of the time, these decisions are made in moments of emotional weakness which we disguise as genius. An example might be thinking you can jump from a five foot porch onto the ground to avoid having to walk ten feet to use the stairs. Or, you are in a hurry and traffic is two lanes of slow death. You see a gap in the next lane and think that you are going to make it to your destination faster if you shift lanes, which seems to be moving faster than the one you're in. You shift lanes and watch, painfully, as the lane you were just in moves like a bullet while the lane you have just moved into settles down to a crawl.

I am sure you can see the point.

To think of the war in Iraq as a yeast infection makes me happy. To think of the bastards in that new lane as yeast also makes me happy. You can argue that Christians are a human cancer, but I wouldn't do that to cancer. The difference between a christians and someone with cancer, everyone likes you if you have cancer. The similarities of christians and someone with cancer are endless, but my favorite one is, if you have it, you can go on television and raise money for it.

There is a lot to do in the June sunshine. Benches and fences. Gardens full of yummy food. A stubborn lawn, new chickens and a bathroom that is sinking. Ah, I wonder what I should do first?