FIBROMYALGIA THE STAGE PLAY

You’re probably sitting there wondering what the hell I’m going on about with the title. Well just read on and hopefully you will understand.

On stage is, for the ease of no scene changes or the likes, a bedroom, plain and simple but for my partners sake we’ll say the bedding is bright pink. The roles are as follows:

Balance Problem – Fibromyalgia aka Scarlett
Brain Fogginess – Fibromyalgia aka Scarlett
Digestive Disorders – Fibromyalgia aka Scarlett
Fatigue – Fibromyalgia aka Scarlett
Flares – Fibromyalgia aka Scarlett
Headache/migraine – Fibromyalgia aka Scarlett
IBS – Fibromyalgia aka Scarlett
Itchy/burning Skin – Fibromyalgia aka Scarlett
Morning Stiffness – Fibromyalgia aka Scarlett
Muscle Cramping – Fibromyalgia aka Scarlett
Muscle Knots – Fibromyalgia aka Scarlett
Muscle Weakness – Fibromyalgia aka Scarlett
Pain all over – Fibromyalgia aka Scarlett
Restless Legs – Fibromyalgia aka Scarlett
Sleep Difficulties – Fibromyalgia aka Scarlett
Caring – Me
Consideration – Me
Loving – Me
Masseuse – Me
Patience – Me
Understanding – Me
CURE – Not cast as of yet

Yes, poor Scarlett, has to play many roles and sadly this is what comes with Fibro, but she does have one easy part in this play, she simply stays on the stage for the duration of the play, yes, I can hear you all saying if only that were real. Sadly, people with fibro also have to be parents, partners, employees, and so on and so on which obviously makes it harder for them but also the roles played by me (or significant other) all the more important.

My roles, mind you, involve mad dashing side stage to do quick costume changes and because of society and the fact males are always seemed to be not loving, the role of loving was cast as a woman so that costume change involves a dress, heels and padding out a bra, (no this doesn’t really happen in our house) oh and seeing as I’m bald we better throw in a wig for good measure.

So why a play you ask? Two reasons, my love of theatre and secondly because when you think about it, looking at the roles above are pretty much those that are played out in real life. The roles played by myself are just some of those needed when you love someone that suffers Fibro. I will be the first to admit that I have never ever been on the stage myself and that in this play I’m not very good at these roles. YET! The fact I love my partner more than anything in this world is reason enough that I’m going to keep working my butt off to perfect these roles into “Tony Award” winning roles.

Sadly there is a problem to this play that the writer (read Odin) didn’t think of. Due to the fact he stupidly forgot to cast the role of CURE, it’s not a very short play. In fact some people won’t even stay till the end because it’s not a simple case of two one hour acts. It goes on for a bloody lifetime. People (read friends) get impatient and bored and will walk out, partners (the roles in this version played by me) get sick of the role and leave the production. Critics (read doctors) think it’s the worst play ever and refuse to acknowledge that it is even a real play.

But I digress, the starring role, Fibromyalgia, plays its part perfectly as the villain and is hated by all, especially by the cast member playing that role. They have to endure, all the various roles as described above, fellow cast members not being very good at their role and sometimes walking out, friends and family (the audience) being totally uneducated in the aspects of plays (read the disease).

I’m not big noting myself here but, my roles aren’t easy either and sometimes those playing that role need support as well. I will assume (and this is probably a fair assumption) that those in the supporting roles (partners, family, kids) have never acted before and may find it hard. From my own experience the roles of Patience and Understanding are two of the hardest roles to play.

How does one prepare for such a role? Simple, research, research, research. Research Fibromyalgia. Sadly those playing the supporting cast will never fully understand the role of Fibromyalgia but with work on your own role you can help the person playing Fibromyalgia. It’s not called a supporting role for nothing you know, the name kind of gives it away “SUPPORTING ROLE”.

So how does the play, play out. Well one of the problems I face with this multiple role is that Caring, Understanding and Patience are really needed on stage through the entire play, kind of like a “Two Face” character from Batman, just in this case call me “Three Face”. Ugh, the visual image isn’t pretty. Oh and let’s be honest, me in heels, a dress and a wig in the role of Loving is scary and I’ll be honest I’m not very good at it. One day I’ll perfect the art of walking in heels. (not).

The other hard thing when playing these supporting roles is the script really doesn’t tell you when any of the Fibromyalgia roles are on stage which means those character changes for me have to be very quick which at the moment I really suck at but they say practice makes perfect.

Those in the supporting roles will get frustrated with the fact Fibromyalgia doesn’t care about times, surroundings, happenings and so forth it just decides to rear its ugly head. Personally, try to perfect your roles of Understanding and Patience. The rest can be worked on over time. I simply ask that if you find your supporting role hard, ask for support yourself, don’t just walk out mid production. You get to take a break from your role sometimes i.e. go off to work, sleep… but the role of Fibromyalgia is a constant role and they don’t get a break from it. Sadly when Odin wrote this play he also forgot to put in acts and an intermission, it’s just one long bloody play which I for one am willing to act out till the end of time, or until Odin decides to do a rewrite and add in the part of CURE which would be a brilliant finale so the curtain could come down on the play for ever.

Logan Harris (hopeful nominee for the best supporting actor EVER)

HERO LIST

Edit March 2014: This is an old hero list. Like any type of list like this things change. Some of these people are current some are not. I did think of doing a complete update but then figured I’d have to change it to regularly so I decided to leave it as it was current when I did it. I have done some slight editing, change a word here change a word there but for the majority of it it remains original.

I’m sure everyone has a hero/ idol list. A lot I’m sure are celebrities who have overcome cancer or the like. Some are fictional characters like Katniss from the Hunger Games. I’m sure she is the hero of a lot of girls and so on and so on. Some are family members, how many people think of their mum as their hero (I can here and now say without any doubt or question what so ever, my mother is so far from being my hero). People have heroes for differing reasons and heroes come in different forms such as real life people, fictional characters and/ or pets. I’m sure most of Victoria considers every fire-fighter that attended the Black Saturday bush-fires a hero.

Well this is my story about four of my heroes. No particular order except for the fact the celebrity in the list is below the other three.

JOHN CENA
Surely everyone has heard of John Cena, even if you don’t follow the wrestling. Probably more so in America but anyways. John gives all for the business he is in and uses it to his advantage in helping others. He has granted over 300 wishes to “Make a Wish” foundation and he was a strong pusher for WWE to help raise funds for the “Susan G.Komen” foundation, I suppose you would say it’s the American equivalent of the “McGrath Foundation” in Australia. He donates his frequent flyer points to the “Make a Wish” foundation. He is a strong supporter of the US military and is always the first to put his hand up for the Tribute to the Troops special WWE do every year. He is a strong supporter of the BE A STAR organisation that WWE supports. He doesn’t do this just because he is told too by WWE he does it because he cares.

BECKY TEMPLIN
Becky is a woman that my partner met through Facebook when she joined a group for Fibro sufferers. Well, that doesn’t make her a hero I hear you saying. Well, let me explain. For starters she suffers Fibro (read my earlier blog) and doesn’t let that stop her from being a mum to two gorgeous kids and a loving wife to her husband. A few months ago her sister (in law) was shot (read next hero) and during the following weeks and still to this day, Becky has done whatever she has been able to, to help Angie recover. She has gone above and beyond to help. Nothing is ever too much when she helps her family – even when Becky is in tremendous pain, if someone needs something she is the first to raise her hand.

Please keep in mind this woman, has two children, a husband, a household and a job yet she still made sure she found the time for Angie. Luckily she was able to take two weeks off from her job and was at the hospital every day. Seriously how many people would really be willing to do that?

Her son has problems with asthma and has had since he was very young to the point where they were offered an in home nurse to care for him. Becky says nope we’ll do it ourselves?

Um excuse me, when do you stop woman?

I personally haven’t known her for a long time and to be honest my partner hasn’t either but from what I do know it seems that Becky has things thrown at her out of left field a lot and she simply catches it with both hands and keeps going.

Becky you are my hero.

ANGIE TEMPLIN
Stolen from her page on http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/angietemplin a blog started by Becky:

Angie was shot in her home on 10/19/12 by her recently ex boyfriend. He then shot and killed himself. Angie was transported to TCH (Tri County Hospital) in Wadena and was flown to HCMC (Hennapin County Medical Center). She was taken to surgery as soon as she was able. She has a large hole in her pelvic bone. There was damage to the bladder and this was repaired. They are still concerned about this but they state she will have a catheter in for an extended amount of time. There was an exit wound out her buttock and there is no rectal involvement. This is a very positive thing. There is metal shards as she was shot with a shotgun a point blank range. There is also bone fragments to worry about. She has a long road ahead.

Quickly fast forward to today and she is home and very slowly working on her recovery routine.

Latest update from Becky: Currently she is upbeat. She is healing. A little frustrated that her pelvis isn’t healing as quickly as she thought but the MD, therapists and family are pleased. Exit wound is nearly healed. Entrance wound has some healing left and it will be some time. A compression glove has been ordered for her hand to smooth out the scars etc. A little worried about her ring finger as she only has feeling in one side. It is contracted OT is working on it and making progress. She is working a lot on that hand. She is still working on her image issues as she is missing her pinkie and some wrist bonemeal completely.

So why is this woman whom I have never met or spoken to my hero? Well, HELLO, for starters she is alive! This woman was shot, point black with a shot gun in her pelvic region. I’m not even going to imagine what that would be like but I’m thinking that knowing my pain threshold I would be wanting to be dead very quickly.

Since the 19th of October Angie has had more than 15 operations. 15, people, seriously that has got to suck on so many different levels.

So here we have a woman, who in one day had her whole life turned upside down by someone that she had loved and someone that loved her. She was shot, then watched her ex-boyfriend shoot himself. She then ended up in hospital (surprisingly not dead) where she had to endure operation after operation. She didn’t get to see her son for over a week (this I know would kill any parent especially a mother). I honestly believe most people would have given up all hope and no doubt at some point Angie probably did too and really who would blame her.

The woman defied the odds that for some strange reason were stacked against her higher than they should have been. Just reading her journal on Caring Bridge lets you understand that Angie is a fighter and hopefully you can understand why she is on my hero list.

I’m no medical expert but from what I have read and been told Angie should be up in Valhalla with Odin keeping an eye on her, instead she is making progress at slowly getting her life back together.

I cannot and will not even try to imagine what she has been/ is going through. I can’t fathom the thoughts that go through her head daily. Anyone that says they know what she is going through please come visit me because you deserve to be smacked for being stupid. No one but Angie will ever fully understand the daily fight she has and for that I say she is a hero.

SCARLETT
Anyone who has read my previous blogs or is friends with me on Facebook know how I feel about my fiancé and probably already realise she is my #1 hero and guardian angel. In saying that, I’m going to cheat a little bit and use previous stuff about her and maybe add a bit.

She is my life, my light, my nurse, my rock, my everything.

When we met I was not in the best spot I could be in after a mental breakdown, loss of job, loss of girlfriend (turns out this bit was a good thing). I had no direction and yes some would say I still don’t have any. She brought my daughters back into my life and loved them as her own. She gave me a good kick up the arse and got me moving again.

Scarlett saved me and gave me a purpose. I honestly believe I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for her and she will sadly never know how much that means to me as there is no way to show her. She taught me to smile and laugh again.

Scarlett is/ has been by my side whenever I have needed her like going to the dentist, yes I know this is a simple thing but believe me without her, I wouldn’t survive a simple trip to the dentist. She was there when I was taken to hospital after collapsing, sitting by my side all hours of the day and night; she was there when I had skin cancer cut out of my leg, changing the dressings and making sure I stayed off my leg.

Aside from that and also alongside that, she has been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, a disease which affects her daily with widespread chronic pain and various other diseases (also refer to last post), some days worse than others. There are days when she can hardly move but she still finds the strength do things for DD3 when she wants something and for the older kids when they need her. She puts her family first before herself and strives to make things the best she can for them. She would give her life for her family and I don’t know of anybody that is as so giving as she is.

Some of you will read this and say well that’s what any loving partner would do, (Scarlett said this too when she read it) but to me this isn’t normal, my other long termish partner was not as caring or as wonderful a step mum. Other partners have not gone to the dentist with me. In short Scarlett is the first person who has given me so much in the way of love and caring.

Scarlett is my hero and always will be.

Logan Harris (the man who is a fan)

FIBROMYALGIA!

FIBROMYALGIA!!! Is it real?
Yes. Yes it is.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fibromyalgia

My partner has been diagnosed with Fibro and at first she said the doctor was full of shit. Well, since then she has changed her tune as many things about it make sense to her after doing some researching into it more.

Now, I have been accused by my partner (and with good reason) of not believing she had it and thinking it was all just excuses – yada, yada, yada, blah, blah, blah. Well, in my defence, it was never a case of me thinking it wasn’t real or that she didn’t have it. It was my lack of understanding.

Do I understand it now? Hell no, and before you all yell at me and tell me I should, let me explain.

I don’t fully understand it but I’m learning.
Does Scarlett know all about it? Personally I don’t believe so.
She has joined many groups on Facebook set-up as support groups for those suffering from Fibro and she has made many friends through those groups but the thing I noticed most when she joined these groups is how much more she learned about it.

From what I do know and what I have read and heard, I honestly don’t believe anyone knows everything about it and to be honest I don’t think anyone will.

This doesn’t mean that us as partners, friends and family of those diagnosed with it should just push it aside. We should learn more about it.

How you ask? Well, it’s very simple.

Hello people, we live in the world of the internet, look on-line, ‘internet it’ (something my BIL said once instead of “Google it”), speak to your loved one who has it and get them to explain it from their point of view and how it effects them.

This is something that affects 2-4% of the population.

Ha, I hear you say that’s not much.

Well, people, there is more than 7 billion people in the world which means there is between 140 – 280 million people with Fibro. Russia, has a population of about 145 million so when you think of it like that, all I can say is not suitable for this blog.

Fibro can even cause relationship/marriages to fall apart. I can only assume this is due to the lack of understanding by the partner who doesn’t suffer Fibro. Hell, I’m sure I was even one of them but the fact is I love my partner too much to let something like this ruin us and I’m trying to understand things more.

I watch my partner suffer pain, fatigue, fogginess, weakness and differing levels of depression and anxiety daily, some days are good and you wouldn’t think there is anything wrong with her, some days though – she struggles to get out of bed. I cannot even begin to imagine the mental turmoil this places on a person. My partner being the person she is loves being a mother and spending time with all her kids and I do know that it tears her up inside when she can’t because of the pain she is in. She is not able to go out and have a social life like she used to. Dates for us can sometimes only be confirmed on the day.

People, I only ask for a few simple things of you.

If you know of someone who suffers Fibro learn about it and support them.

It can cause not just physical pain but mental pain due to the fact that the person suffering Fibro doesn’t get the support from loved ones.

Logan Harris (supportive partner of a fibro sufferer)

7 YEARS OF WONDER, HEARTBREAK, UPS AND DOWNS, BUT MOST OF ALL 7 YEARS OF LOVE

~This was originally posted on the anniversary of my partner and I becoming the couple we are today.~

(Disclaimer:- I apologise if this seems rough and unrefined but it is not edited due to the fact that it is for my editor. Names have been changed to protect the innocent)

Seven years ago I met my guardian angel, Scarlett. She is my life, my light, my nurse, my rock, my everything.

Seven years ago I was not in the best spot I could be in. I had no direction, (okay some would argue I still have no direction). I was lucky enough to met my future wife, my best friend, the mother of my next child, whom came into our life 3 years ago. She has become the best step-mother to my girls I could of asked for (in fact just read mother there).

Scarlett saved me and gave me a purpose. I honestly believe I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for her and she will sadly never know how much that means to me as there is no way to show her.

I will admit the seven years have not been total bliss and some of the down times have been my fault and some have been hers but thankfully we have battled through those times and they have made us stronger.

Scarlett has been by my side whenever I have needed her like going to the dentist, yes I know this is a simple thing but believe me without her I wouldn’t survive a simple trip to the dentist due to my anxiety. She was there when I was taken to hospital after collapsing; she was there when I had skin cancer cut out of my leg.

Scarlett doesn’t judge me, she supports me without question, she goes above and beyond to make me happy.

There is nothing in the world that can measure my love for her. I love her more than anything else and I always will. She is the woman I plan to spend the rest of my life with, grow old with, delve into the future with. No matter what I do in the future I know she will be right there beside me holding my hand or having her arm around me supporting me.

Scarlett, I love you and I always will without question. Thank you for being you, without you I would be lost, you berated me for neglecting my girls, especially DD1 and for that I am forever grateful. You showed me that someone does still care about me. You showed me what real true love was. You showed me that love can be like it is in the stories.

I love you beautiful woman.

Logan Harris (luckiest man alive)

THE SELFISH GENERATION

One of TNA Wrestling’s past World Champions Robert Roode claimed to be ‘the leader of the selfish generation’ where everything he does is for his own benefit and doesn’t think of anyone else but himself. Yes people, I do know it is scripted. The question is though, are the writers for TNA onto something? Have they become aware that this attitude of self absorption is now happening in the real world?

Today’s (18th April 2012) headline of the Herald Sun: “WHY DIDN’T THEY HELP? Drivers ignored hit-run victim bleeding in the gutter” appears to confirm this spread of attitude.

To sum up the news story, a man was hit by a vehicle that kept going afterwards. The driver that hit him and five other cars following all ignored this man.

Were they all members of the KKK and didn’t help because he was a black Sudanese man?

Did people not help because they were scared of being attacked for helping?

End of the day it doesn’t matter, the fact is they didn’t help.

During a major crisis, i.e. the Black Saturday bush fires, Victorian people were able to pride themselves on being part of a community that helps each other out. Victorians and lets be honest most Australians, have seemed to always fall back on the ANZAC motto of helping a mate no matter whom, or what. Six cars, yes SIX (6), drove past this man which means at least six people failed to do what we as a state and country have prided ourselves on doing for generations. We as a society deserve better than this. I believe there would be a lot of ANZAC’s rolling over in their graves at the state of this state, hell even the country.

I see no reason not to help a person who is in need of urgent medical help regardless of sex, race, colour, sexual orientation, etc, etc. I’m appalled that six people basically left this man to die. (Thankfully at this stage he hasn’t.) If this is society today, what hope do we have? Moreover, how is this teaching our children the right values? Children learn by example, especially by the actions and ideals of their parents.

As parents and as human beings we need to show our children what humanity is. Anyone that knows DD3 would have to agree that she is a perfect example that children mimic what they see and hear even to the point of saying for ‘fucks sake’ in the right context at the right time (yes this would be my fault). We have to put our faith in the younger generation but we also need to show them what is right and what is wrong. Sadly, our children will think it’s okay not to stop and help someone who is hurt or injured. I hope mine would stop. I hope that my partner and I have done a good enough job to show them that helping is the right thing to do.

I pray to Odin that Majok Manyang (the Sudanese man that was hit) pulls through his coma and lives to ‘fight another day’ and the driver who hit him is punished for such a selfish act. The drivers that failed to pull over and assist should hang their heads in shame.

Please people, do not let a scripted wrestling character be the way our society is truly going. Whether you think the ANZAC way is outdated or not the fact is we should be prepared to help one another. We are better than being a selfish generation.

Are values of simple kindness dying with our older generation? I hope not, for our sake and our children’s sake.

I suppose people would question would I have stopped? Well to be honest I don’t know because I wasn’t there but I would like to think I would have.

Logan Harris (appalled citizen)

DOG AND CAT… (Child! Teen! Adult!)

~The following post is sadly not my work although I wish it was. The author is unknown. Enjoy.~

I just realised that while children are dogs… loyal and affectionate … … teenagers are cats. It’s so easy to be a dog owner.

You feed it, train it, boss it around. It puts its head on your knee and gazes at you as if you were a Rembrandt painting. It bounds indoors with enthusiasm when you call it.

Then around age 13, your adoring little puppy turns into a big old cat. When you tell it to come inside, it looks amazed, as if wondering who died and made you emperor. Instead of digging your doorstep it disappears. You won’t see it again until it gets hungry …… then it pauses on its sprint through the kitchen long enough to turn its nose up at whatever you’re serving.

When you reach out to ruffle its head, in that old affectionate gesture, it twists away from you, then gives you a blank stare, as if trying to remember where it has seen you before.

You, not realising that the dog is now a cat, think something must be desperately wrong with it. It seems so antisocial, so distant, sort of depressed. It won’t go on family outings.

Since you’re the one who raised it, taught it to fetch and stay and sit on command, you assume that you did something wrong. Flooded with guilt and fear you redouble your efforts to make your pet behave.

Only now your dealing with a cat, so everything that worked before now produces the opposite of the desired result.

Call it, and it runs away.

Tell it to sit, and it jumps on the counter. The more you go toward it, wringing your hands, the more it moves away.

Instead of continuing to act like a dog owner you can learn to behave like a cat owner.

Put a dish of food near the door, and let it come to you. But remember that a cat needs your help and your affection too. Sit still, and it will come, seeking that warm, comforting lap it has not entirely forgotten.

Be there to open the door for it.

One day your grown-up child will walk into the kitchen, give you a big kiss and say, “you’ve been on your feet all day. Let me get those dishes for you.”

The you realise your cat is a dog again.

RASICM

Definition of racism: the belief that all members of each race possess characteristics, abilities, or qualities specific to that race, especially so as to distinguish it as inferior or superior to another race or races – prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism directed against someone of a different race based on such a belief.

That is from the Oxford Dictionary On-line so in English, whoops sorry that would be racist, let’s try again. So in any other language that means believing you are better than someone of a different race. i.e. I, being a WHITE CAUCASIAN am better than a BLACK ABORIGINE. Excuse me WHAT THE FUCK? Why am I better than an Aborigine? I don’t think I am.

Am I a racist?

No I like to think I’m not, in a way some people may think I am. But is racism becoming too politically correct just like the rest of our lives? I believe it has!

Racism has been around for Odin knows how many years and it is not always based on the colour of skin. Although at the time, it would not have been seen as racism due to the fact that the concept of races wouldn’t have been known but, the Greeks and the Romans were both racist empires as they thought they were better than the other. But guess what neither of them was. Attila the Hun was a great racist, he thought he was superior to everyone and had amassed an army so big that he nearly was better than everyone but that was due to army not superior race.

The American’s perfected racism during the years of the slave trade, black American’s were sold, bought, beaten, traded, used as stakes in card games and so on and so on. I’m sorry what made the White Americans better? Yes they had money but at one stage in history in America before the era of the slave trade Blacks had the same rights as Whites.

Let’s fast forward a few years (read a hundred odd). Adolf Hitler, now apart from being a genius, (will cover that in a different blog hopefully) one would argue that he was the biggest racist of all? Yes and no, yes because he tried to eliminate the world of Jews but at the same time he just hated anyone who he saw as a threat which in his case was everyone else except him and his adopted country Germany.

So why do we have racism? In my opinion, many reasons.

People: People are scared of what they don’t know and they don’t like things that are different. Thank Odin I don’t suffer that, if I did DD3 would not have a South African Godfather and just for the record he is not black not that it matters mind you. I also certainly wouldn’t be happy working where I was last, as I worked with people of other races, one of whom was a BLACK South African and he is one of the nicest people I know.

Religion: Yes I believe religion has a lot to answer for when it comes to racism. People believe their god is better than someone else’s god. Not racism you say, true but it leads to racism when for example Iraqis are hated due to the fact they worship someone else. Yes people, that is racism.

Parents and peers: This to me is the one of the worst causes of racism. It is drilled into children by their parents. Taught by peers, KKK of America, is an example. Sadly we live in a society of monkey see monkey do and some people just have the gift of the gab. Lets go back and look at Hitler, one of the worlds best public speakers ever, the man managed to use his words to turn a whole country against the Jews and thousands upon thousands of Germans believed that they were dying for a good cause.

Racism is sadly, generally seen as white’s being racist against people of different countries or different skin colour. But what a lot of people fail to see is that racism is a two way street and also a large circle. How so? Well, hypothetically speaking, I hate that man over there because he is black, so he starts to hate me because I am white – two way and also a circle because the hatred will just keep going around.

Now for my racist thoughts.

I don’t have a problem with any race but there are things that annoy the crap out of me about most of them. What you ask? Simple. The fact that most of them are racist and it is aimed at people like me. Things shouldn’t be changed in a society because it doesn’t suit one person. People come to Australia and want us to start changing things because our way of life offends their religious beliefs. What The FUCK! RACIST. Yes people it is racism because they don’t like what we believe in.

The sad thing is that our governments bow to their wishes to keep everyone happy? Hang on I’m not happy, I want my kids to be taught about sex, I want my kids to grow up where they learn to appreciate each other for being human not a certain race. If my daughter wants to become a stripper when she is older that is her choice and she should be allowed to without someone saying it’s wrong because the naked female body should not be seen by any man other than her husband. It’s her body not her husbands.

Racism should not control or dictate or lives and what we learn. One history department in the United Kingdom removed the Holocaust from it’s curriculum for fear of offending the Muslim pupils and another didn’t teach about the Crusades because “balanced treatment” of the topic would have challenged what some local mosques were teaching. I’m sorry what about the people that don’t go to the local mosques? Doesn’t this just cause more racism as it shows children that people of different races need to and should be treated differently. Well that’s really helpful, thank you very much education department.

Excuse me little Indian shop that makes yummy Butter Chicken can you please remove your little shrine thingy as I find it offensive when I’m waiting for my food.My reply would be get stuffed this is what we believe in and if you don’t like it don’t look at it. Well that is just too simple for some people obviously.

A baby is born not knowing anything about the world and different races and different skin colour so lets not teach them the wrong things, teach them the right things.

Racism exists because we allow it to exist.

Logan Harris (the white dude)

POLITICAL CORRECTNESS GONE WRONG OR JUST TO FAR

I am not a supporter of the TV show Glee and nor will I ever be. In fact whenever I see an ad for it I feel that I should either poke my eyes out with a red hot needle or sue Channel 10 for wasting my precious time on this earth with such dribble, but! The latest crap about a Glee photo shoot in GQ (a men’s magazine) being “creepy” and “pedophilia” shows that there are people out there that really just have no idea. (http://www.smh.com.au/entertainment/tv-and-radio/racy-glee-photos-kick-up-a-storm-20101021-16ur6.html)

The Parents Television Council watchdog group said the photos “border on pedophilia,” WTF? Border on pedophilia? No they don’t, the two women in question are both over the age of 20. So really as far as I was aware that isn’t pedophilia. Yes they were dressed in school uniforms and made to look younger. Come on people it is a men’s magazine after all, so of course it’s going to be with women in little clothing. One of the women has come out and apologised for the shoot, I’m sorry you have nothing to apologise for you are your own person and shouldn’t have to apologise for something that you obviously felt comfortable with in the first place. I really don’t get some people.

Let’s travel back in time to when I was growing up and there was none of this PC crap. I never once thought things were inappropriate when I was a kid because I was a kid and didn’t know better and to be honest I don’t think kids of today would think otherwise except for the fact that people draw attention to it. People who think this photo shoot is as they say bordering on pedophilia please do something useful and get a life and stop worrying about protecting everyone else.

I also must ask how does something ‘border on paedophilia’? It either is or isn’t Hell there is worse photos on the web in general that anyone can access for free and not only that the media is showing these supposed bad pics in all their reports so they can’t be that bad otherwise the same people should complain about the media. Oh whoops can’t complain about the media cause then you have no outlet.

Yes I am a male but I do not write this because I want people to stop picking on scantily clad photo shoots, I write it because I am sick of goody-goodies who really have no idea what they are talking about.

At the end of the day the world in general must come to terms with one thing. SEX SELLS! End of story and no it doesn’t just sell to men but there are women out there that it works on too. Stop trying to say that it always men’s fault women need to take some responsibility.

Logan Harris (the man who thinks political correctness is the biggest load of crap since Hitler said that germany would win world war two)

DEAR MR PETER SCHOOLS MINISTER GARRET

This is an old one I did back from October 2010. Re hashed a little bit.

Schools Minister Peter Garrett has rejected claims that the government is not spending enough on education after a new survey showed schools had become more dependent on fundraisers.

I’m sorry WHAT THE FUCK Mr Garrett?

Then he goes onto to say his government had provided over $60 billion to education since 2007 (until 2010).

Okay so that is $20 billion per year, yep that’s a lot of money I’ll agree but, let’s do some working out.

In Australia, not including N.S.W or ACT (I couldn’t find the stats for those states) there are about 4639plus government schools, then add to that the catholic education sector and the all the private schools which still get some sort of government funding. We end up with roughly $4.3 mill per year for each school, take into account I didn’t include N.S.W or ACT or the private schools so let’s be generous and say each school in Australia got $2.5 million per year.

I’m not even going to go into the extra sums like taking away teacher’s salary, building maintenance, insurance, etc, etc. Then we divide the balance by how many students go to that school.

Really the final figure ends up being not a great deal per student.

Mr Peter Garrett, former lead singer of Australian ARIA Hall of Famers Midnight Oil who claimed to be anti-politics and all about the working man and the environment, NO, the government is not spending enough on education.

How about this for an idea, the politician’s pay for their own petrol to get them around, pay for their own dinners and sell the $3500 each chairs that have been put into the new WAR room at parliament house (seriously why do we need a war room and why the hell has it got chairs that cost that much in it) and worry about our children’s future because let’s face it they are everyone’s future…

Logan Harris (the concerned parent)

I AM GOD

God is the one you believe in, I believe in myself therefore I am GOD!

So on this theory I am Odin. But, I also believe in my partner that would therefore make her Frigg.

Now I don’t believe in my ex-wife therefore, sorry to say but, DD1 and DD2 would only be demi gods. I certainly don’t believe in my partner’s ex-husband therefore DS1 is only a demi god too. But DD3 being our child would therefore be a goddess and I think all could agree she would be called Loki, “god of strife” (yes DD3 is a girl and Loki is a boy but you get my drift). But this theory would then be blown out of the water with the fact that a close friend surely believes in herself therefore she is a goddess and so forth which then means we are all gods which really, when you think about it nullifies the whole being a god.

So am I GOD?

For ages I have always said I am atheist but a true atheist does not acknowledge deities at all, and seeing as I have just mentioned some, that anyone who follows Norse Mythology or watched the THOR would know of, I guess I’m not really atheist. So what am I?

I do believe in a force, not ‘The Force’ of the Star Wars universe where they can make things move – although Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi does describe it best as an energy field created by all living things, that surrounds and penetrates living beings and binds the galaxy together.

So who/ what is GOD? Please remember this is my opinion so if I offend anyone I am not sorry because it is simply an opinion.

Let’s look at the so called modern day GOD. If, you believe in the Genesis theory GOD created Adam and Eve, and then created all man equal and so forth and so forth. Okay, if that is the case why do we have racism in the world when we are all created equal? Why are there even different nationalities if we are all created equal? Kind of unravels that theory a bit.

Catholics are anti-same stuff such as homosexuality, but hang on if GOD is so perfect and the one and only, why has GOD let people be homosexual? Surely the catholic belief should be that it’s okay because god created all equally. If GOD exists why does he allow wars to be held in his name? I’m sorry what sort of GOD would want his creations to murder and maim each other? Sorry people, it just doesn’t equate.

GOD created earth and all on it correct? Well, can someone please explain to me why we have poverty, why we have third world countries, why we even have different religions? That whole line about ‘god so loved us he gave his only son’? Please, some one that is as good as GOD is supposed to be should be giving more than his only son. If GOD loved us so much, how could a GOD who loves his creations so much let Word War II happen? How could a GOD that loves his creation so much let something like the Port Arthur Massacre happen?

Show me proof that GOD exists and I’ll convert to whatever religion you want, even Scientology (mind you I don’t believe that is a religion).

Miracles may happen but it has nothing to do with a GOD. Miracles, fate and coincidences are due to the force (refer back to the bit about Obi-Wan Kenobi). The Star Wars Force is simply a fictitious creation but the basis of it makes sense and if you think about it you have to agree there is something there.

People would argue that the bible is proof GOD exists, well to me the bible is just a bunch of stories; I haven’t seen anything to say they really happened, yet for some strange reason we celebrate the birth of Jesus and the death of Jesus. Jesus isn’t even a god if anything he was a demi god so why are we celebrating it?

Who knows maybe tomorrow GOD will prove to me that he/she exists and strike me down with lightening but then what sort of GOD would GOD be to leave my children fatherless.

Logan Harris (the one and only self appointed Odin because I believe in myself)