Consider This

 

June 25, 2022

Friday, June 24, 2022; a sad and unfortunate day for the the whole of the United States of America. Roe v. Wade was reversed by the Supreme Court. A woman's right to abortion and really, her health was taken from her with the stroke of a pen. Quite frankly I am disgusted by the court's decision, and I blame two individuals for this travesty, donald trump and mitch mc connel, and their reprehensible actions of stuffing the Supreme Court with three republican judges in the final days of trump's presidency. (And no, I can't respect them enough to capitalize their names). I had never really understood why republicans and democrats had fought each other so hard when it came to supreme court appointments, whereas in Canada, our courts are nowhere near as politicized. In my opinion, it exposes the U.S. to the potential of non-ending trouble, like using the constitution to change the country from a democracy to a fascist state, it would seem that there is a real national security risk there. You Americans, really need to get to work to fix that.

As I listened to the CBC's noon show in Toronto yesterday, I was surprised at how many men were calling in to the program, and spouting off christian related rhetoric about the sanctity of life and general anti abortion nonsense. Then there was a woman that called into the program who was extremely emotional about how the rights of women had been taken back to the 19^th century in the U.S. and cried for them. Then there were more men who called, and all were talking about the rights of the unborn child, and how that child should be born regardless of what circumstance it would be raised in. As I listened to the opinions expressed by these extraordinarily shallow people, I found myself outraged by their positions.

My position is simple, I am pro choice, and I have at least not knowingly ever met anyone who has had an abortion. Abortion was illegal in Canada until 1988, that said, my mother would have aborted me had she been able to back in 1967. This is where my outrage stems from, these idiots who say abortion is wrong, my mother did not want me for reasons known only to herself, and I suffered because of that. Whatever my mother's problem was, it was not because she had been raped. Do you really believe that a young girl, or grown woman wants to carry to term, and raise the child of her rapist?

Here is a chart summarizing the estimated number of known legal actions related to abortion since Roe v. Wade was overturned in June 2022. These numbers are approximate and represent only publicly reported or verified cases

I recently wrote an essay about my hatred of Donald Trump, and by extension, the Republican Party. I don't understand how a governing party, aligned with the Supreme court, can protect a pedophile, likely a bunch of them, and at the same time, forbid women the right to abort these abominations sired on them by sexual predators. If they're getting any of this out of the Christian bible, I warn you now more than ever, RUN! Get as far away from this insane cult as you can! You can find that essay at “Christian Hypocrisy” Read Here 

My skin crawls at the thought that I had voluntary sex with the whore that I married, I can not imagine what a woman must feel like after being violently violated. Most people have trouble raising and bonding with step children, how capable would you really be in loving unconditionally the child of the monster who raped you, or your wife, or daughter? This here just speaks to the criminality of why a woman would seek an abortion, but what about her socio-ecconomic position?

I am by no means an expert on the welfare state of the U.S. However, over the course of 30 years while trucking thru the country, I have heard many stories about people growing up in extreme poverty. Particularly in republican states like Mississippi, and mc conell's state of Kentucky, where welfare and assistance like food stamp programs are unavailable. And because of this, we will be condemning yet another generation of people to poor health outcomes, and lives of struggle if not poverty. We too are faced with larger issues such as global warming, and the sixth extinction. During such events in the past, species have experienced population explosions only to suffer extraordinary die back, if not complete extinction. To put added pressure on to a system that is struggling to support us now, is idiocy beyond measure.

So that's a little bit about what mom might face, but what about the baby? When does it become a baby? When sperm meets egg? When there's two cells? Maybe a heartbeat? How about when it pops out of mom and has a name? The legal definition of when life starts is unimportant here. Our lives begin the nano second that our sacred male and sacred female unite as one, so that would be the second that sperm penetrates egg. Abortion is all about the killing, or murder, depending on what extremist anti abortion person you listen to, of a tiny human. Undeniably some of the images they show us to sway our positions are horrid, but what they fail to consider is this. Most, if not all, of their bullshit is based in the Christian tradition, which we have shown here, is complete nonsense based in deliberate deception.

When we die either as an embryo, infant, child, teen, or as an adult, there is at times blood, pain, and general overall messiness, there is no getting away from that. What matters at the moment of death is, what we have accomplished to that moment. During our time of incarceration here in this realm, we are expected to learn and teach lessons to each other. The length of incarceration obviously varies greatly, from a few days or weeks inside mom's womb, to some like my grandmother, who lived until the ripe old age of 99 years old. That aborted life, as part of it's sacred life and plan for ultimate ascension, may have planned on that seeming very short period of time inside the womb before being aborted. It could be too, that there is something Karmic going on between mother and fetus. No one outside of that sacred relationship has the right to interfere with it. And unfortunately, as is too often the case, what the universe wants, it will take regardless of what we want.

I am pro choice, it has to be the woman's decision. I have no desire to see a woman have an abortion, but if necessary, it's scope should be fairly narrow, girls 12-18 granted automatic abortions, children can not raise children, victims of rape and incest should be granted automatic abortions, if and when it can be determined that the child will suffer from life long mental and physical disabilities, abortion should be granted. There too should be legislated by both federal and state law, that if you are a 12 year old boy all the way through to when you die, if you get your dicky sticky, and you get a girl pregnant, whether from a one night stand or by any other means, you are on the hook for paying child support commiserate with your income until that child is 18. You can not expect the girl/woman to bear the cost of completely fucking up her life. You stuck it in her, and poured seed into her, you bear 50% or more of the responsibility. If you raped her, you bear all the responsibility.

Chart showing both the number of reported rape cases and the rate per 100,000 people in the U.S. from 2016 to 2023:

• The blue bars represent the total reported cases.

• The red line shows the rate per 100,000 population.

This provides a clear view that while reported cases peaked around 2019, both rates and totals have slightly declined or stabilized through 2023.

This chart compares the average estimated rape rate per 100,000 people in 2023 across U.S. states grouped by political leaning:

• Red states (conservative-leaning) had the highest average rape rate.

• Purple states (swing or mixed) were close behind.

• Blue states (liberal-leaning) showed the lowest average rape rates.

This suggests that, as of 2023, rape rates were generally higher in red states. However, these are statistical averages and do not imply causation — factors like urbanization, law enforcement practices, socioeconomic status, and reporting cultures all contribute.

 

The Whore

 

September 18, 2021

J.R.R.Tolkein in his trilogy “The Lord of the Rings” begins the series with the novel “The Hobbit”. In his fictional world, he describes young people who are in their late teens to early twenties as tweens. Here in this article I am using the term in the same manner, though it is usually used to describe kids just entering their teens from childhood.

In our recently published article, “Pitfalls”, https://kris-tuzac.blogspot.com/2026/01/pitfalls.html I describe being dead spiritually. I too describe a long history of abuse at home and school, and I allude to the time spent with my first wife of whom I call... “The Whore”. It is this period that I want to talk about today. In other articles such as “PTSD”, and “Why Me?” I describe a relationship based solely in disrespect, callousness, and contempt. I also describe what the most likely reasons for those behaviors were, and why they took place, but we did not touch on what being there and trying to live those, behaviors were like.

The story of “the Whore” is a sad complex tale of a person of who has no identity, someone of who has no clue as to who she is, or was supposed to be. The last time that I had any type of dealings with her was approximately ten years ago, where she informed me quite unnecessarily; speaking about herself and I quote, “I haven’t changed”. I did not care and really did not want to know and this, “information” was still her regular attempt to fuck with me and try to get in to my head.

The whore as stupid as ever. I understood what her intent was, which was to try to rattle me. Make me believe that she, at least in her own mind, was as “dangerous” as she had been as I'd known her her in our youth. She had never struck me as being dangerous, instead possessing only a low form of cunning.

This was still her behavior after having had zero contact with me for over twenty years, I was not disappointed in her, this was what I expected from her, simply because she truly is a really shitty person. Here I could list the myriad things that I detest about her, and her whoring ways, but the things that make it clear that she has no identity are these. There are four completely different stories as to where she grew up and went to school; she scared an exchange student out of high school and back to Portugal. Her Mother gave her a “drink” made by a voodoo priest to make her vomit if she was ever poisoned, and finally, her out of control sexuality, bouncing around on the ends of no less than 200 different dicks in the last year of our marriage. Oh, and she is psychic too.

The above paints a really ugly picture of an individual who is really mixed up. But this article is not about her, it is about me and the damage done to me, and how I was made to believe that I did not deserve anything or one better. The effort to break me began when I was a toddler, there was regular physical violence, there was regular emotional neglect, there was regular spiritual abuse as well. In all of the above I fought back as best as I could, but being a child my efforts came to naught, and I was made to feel guilt and ashamed of trying to protect my boundaries. Over the course of sixteen years, this led to my having such poor self-esteem and lack of self-worth that it had become impossible for me to communicate my own needs or desires. Regardless of how mean the previous statement is, I was in a place where none of that mattered. She cared nothing for people and orchestrated the rape of a minor by an adult male; unfortunately, it would be many years before I found out about that travesty. The point being is that I was so battered that I had spent the previous ten years with her not really caring what she did, or who. By not caring, I was continuing to allow my needs to go unmet and with her, I had no expectation that they would be. During my entire time with her, I was only reinforcing the negative lessons that I had been taught growing up.

My aunt and uncle hated her and begged me to get rid of her, and as much as I knew they were right about her, I was stuck in the unenviable spot where I was just not finished hurting. At that time just a year after dad’s suicide, I could not have made a change like that anymore than I could make the sun stop shining. And there I stayed until March of 1991 when my or maybe quite possibly not daughter was born. Then my thinking was all about her in the form of a question. The question being, this beautiful little life form, this little person, how am I to raise it to be a healthy happy individual being as insanely fucked as I am? And too the other question was, how do I begin to protect her from her deranged mother? Then further complicating the situation, the Nanny reentered my life with all of the non-dealt with baggage from high school. I need her to tell this part of the story as much of it is difficult.