Dream of the Dragon

Tag: human rights

Sarah P. and Susan B.

by Justin

In the wake of Oklahoma’s anti-abortion bills and a resurgence of militant opposition to a pro-choice America, feminism is again a popular buzzword. At least among conservative candidates whose only skill is public manipulation. Insulting the intelligence, competence, and depth of Sarah Palin is well-worn territory and I don’t have much to contribute. Except to say that at any given moment there’s something sort of manic and rabid in her eyes, a cocaine fervor that is simultaneously threatening and vacant.

Author Jessica Valenti, who seems legitimately interested in the welfare of women, wrote a short and biting piece for the Washington Post addressing the ways in which Ms. Palin is dangerous and calculating. I’ve never understood the place of pro-life activists in feminist circles, but I’m also generally incapable of pronounced and willful ignorance. How limiting freedoms could possibly promote liberty remains a mystery. What Ms. Valenti does well is illustrate the insults slung at the trailblazers of the ’60s and the backwards agenda of Palin and the like: Read the rest of this entry »

They call it a mine.

by Justin

The news of the explosion at the Upper Big Branch Mine a few weeks ago only recently began to resonate with me. A methane buildup in the West Virginia coal mine led to the deaths of twenty-nine men and the worst disaster of its kind in forty years. The tragedy of this event was obvious and immediately apparent – most early stories focused on the toll it took on the locals and the implications for the families affected. Read the rest of this entry »

‘Let’s do it.’

by Justin

I can’t imagine any death-row inmate choosing lethal injection. Sure, if the choice is between the notoriously unreliable and undeniably painful electric chair or some fatal cocktail I’d leap for the syringe. But what if one of the choices is to stand in the open air and brace against a bullet through the heart? Maybe it’s the romantic in me, but I’d take the instant and dramatic gunshot over feeling my life ebb away in the cold, sterile air of an indoor execution chamber.  Not to mention recent accounts of botched injections that required additional doses or observable pain in those last breaths.

This article in the Times about the last bastion of firing squad executions made me imagine the scenarios for the first time since Colonel Aureliano. Read the rest of this entry »