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My first trip abroad was to Nicaragua, a country that had seen its share: there had been a quake; the country entered a period of war; and, by the time I arrived, its people were desperate for jolly. The kids wanted to touch “blonde hair” (I know … we were hours from Managua, maybe that had something to do with it); my official title was that of photographer, but I think I was just blessed to have friends make room for me; I saw good doctors (in the OR with tools for cars) restore smiles and sight; and, I saw men with homemade legs to help them scoot about. These people walked for hours to get where we were. Some, stood outside in lines long as long can be to see us. And, all I wanted to do was talk and take their pictures. Sun poison… it started there.

But, what fascinated me was the stories they told in the signs and the graffiti and the Coca-Cola shirt they wore, after some AID organization had gotten it to their door. The words – it was all there; the hope; the fear; the installation of politicians as god-like; and, consumerism (kids had water and kids had cola; adults, water, cola and beer). When I visited there were two tall buildings – one an International hotel and the other a government building.

We could walk through these abandoned properties and see rocks as tall as my knees, where homes once stood. They still had homes, but most of the ones I saw had metal coverings and one room. Chickens … Roosters … A site. But, still they smiled and looked for the smiles of others.

After a bit of a manic Tweet spree, during which time I mouthed off at anyone who offended me, my God, my rights, I decided to seek safer shelter: I traveled to Bohomamma’s Google Page, where I (personally) follow communities as diverse as Tech; Social; The Jesus Daily Quote; Space; Frontiers. Google place is a trip, as the acid loving high schoolers used to say; but, I think what Google does best is to remind all social networks and communities – across Facebook, Twitter and others – of the true possibilities of community. 

I do not know what happened, but the experience of visiting Google for the first time was seamless; and, then I realized that my entire trip on the Internet could be as well. That’s kind of it (for anyone who follow us or our small community). 

Street Photography by Mohamed ADBELRAZEK

I don’t know how this particular photographers work entered my stream (still confused there), but it did. I kept looking at his work and I kept thinking, “Qatar, is that a good place or a bad place?” I could have looked it up – the search box is right in front of my nose; but, I didn’t want to know what anyone else had to say on the subject. This photographer’s work told me what I needed to know. Anyone, who produces this type of photography – who highlights the glow – is good; comes from good; and, wants to share good with others. 

He is fantastic. I love his photographs – all of them. His two photographs of ‘The Jokers’ (possible title) “in Doha, Qatar during events in Kidney national day in Qatar” remind me of home; and, the parades in the tradition of Joe Cain (he’s buried there). 

What goes around, comes around … 

The work of Mohamed ABDELRAZEK, Mansura University, Doho, QATAR. On Google+. 

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Further Reference:
You Tube Channel: World Media, “Qatar Music and Images“

The discussion regarding “The right kind and wrong time of nanny…”;

Sodomy “costs a lot more…”;

In favor of stop and frisk (her position on guns in schools?)

“As you know, I want to use drones for stop and frisk….”

YouTube Video via Michael Savage for Prez.

Image: The Seven Chakras Reinterpreted via Piccsy.

I do a lot of things for a lot of people; and, the only ones in my life giving me a break in that regard, are my children.

If you asked – and, if you asked a lot of women – we know that between the ages of birth to at least five or six years of age, children do better with mothers at their side.

As a mom, my job is to create a child who says, “Mom…I’m okay, leave me alone.” But, it takes a while to instill confidence in that step into the world. It’s work. It’s reading patterns in children and sensing when they need help and where and why. Women, in my opinion, tend to be more sensitive and especially with children. The role of the majority of women in this world is to balance the negative.

Children need: and, while there is lot of argument about nannies and what have you; and, we have many great ones whom add to our life; I can tell you that it’s me who gets the job of creating a good man and good woman. I like the role. I believe I have good values and I believe my children will contribute to the lives of others, if I am able to instill me in them.

Even with all of our financial blessings, which has allowed us to get help organizing and managing our lives, the burden of that work is on my shoulders. It’s work and if a woman allows, it will pull her to her knees crying out to something or someone for a break. You know you’ve been there. It is crying in order to pull one’s self together, to get the strength to do it again another day.

Reality: women not only want to work, we have to with the state of the economy today. We are required to do so. And, in return, we can expect to be paid less (that’s wrong) for the same work; we can be expected to create good boys and girls; we can be asked to keep our husbands pleasured because our time stamp is nearing; or, we can say no.

I say no.

I’m done living like this.

Our politicians have driven our countries into wars; have dragged us into a debt so deep that we have to decide (and, yes – it is a decision we make together) between helping a kid get a book or building a stealth paper machine that will wipe an entire neighborhood and barely leave a trace.

Am I scared after writing that statement? Yes. Twitter – the corporation – only added to the fear. If Twitter – a communicator of ideas doesn’t have my back – I’ll find another company who will.

I think there are lot of people like me and I think the companies that allow people like me to gather, will do well, because people like me return favors.

Our country and the state it is in affects me in such a away that I want to do something.

I am ornery: I take a bit of pride in that; but, whether you believe in God, science or the randomness of life, something made me this way. People think I shouldn’t be the type (and, I don’t think I necessarily look the type), but it is who I am. I also believe myself to be a lady and most ladies don’t really care if you agree or not.

When I see injustice, I tend to want to go head first wherever there is flame. That’s a fact: I once ran into a burning building to grab a couple of kids, who were stuck at the top of a staircase because their older, Asian (?) father couldn’t organize thoughts fast enough to figure out where he needed to go to keep his children safe. My husband tells this story one way; but, when I think about that night, I didn’t think they were in danger, I just thought, “it’s my job”. I have children now and I am not certain if I would do it again, but I suspect I might; and, that’s another issue that trips me up.

My son, once heard me take down a nanny who popped a balloon of her charge, because the three-year old, whom was out at 7:00 p.m. at night on a cold night, wouldn’t stop crying.

I didn’t apologize to my son for my behavior. I told him I expected the same from him, when he was older.

And, so…I’m sitting in my bed reading tweets: and, it’s nasty stuff. It’s men who shame rape victims, because the victim uses Twitter to find her support and to share her voice.

It’s people whom are obsessed with pushing their party or their individual goal through the party, finding women on Twitter and posting notes about their being fat or their being ugly.

Enter…the bull.

I wanted to see what would happen if I pushed back against that…and, the further I went, the harder I laughed. I got reactions and I probably got the reactions I wanted.

I wanted someone to stand up to the bullies.

I am not the type who hits below the belt: my methods are much effective. I find, when dealing with the bullies, the best approach is to say it like it is. The truth here is I enjoy watching the response: my particular skill – I think – is to notice in bullies what they try to hide from the rest of us. My particular pleasure? Reminding them that I know this fact about them.

Tell me I’m crazy: there is still truth in the fact.

I plan to create a gallery of the social networking sites and other – highlight our front pages there – of the smiling faces who’ve joined us places elsewhere from Twitter.

I also like data – patterns in behavior and in numbers: so, as I go on my merry little way, slaying bullies or addressing issues of importance to me, I noticed a lot:

I noticed my follower number being 600 one moment; and, 599 another.

I noticed I was DM messages to followers and they weren’t getting them.

I noticed that some followers weren’t getting my messages at all.

I noticed a lot of porn accounts clicking in (irony here – we should talk).

@Bohomamma was mentioned in a rape forum and criticized by a clever little troll named ‘misspell’?

The funny thing here – the name of the account may have been a direct message to me, because if you follow me or Bohommma, you know my hands are bit faster than my thoughts and it’s tangled…but, I am in a hurry and I press send. It is sensitive area for me. Not, because I don’t believe in my intelligence, but because the troll is correct. I should not have sent the post or the e-mail without taking the time to spell-check.

So, what kind of man tracks rape victims or survivors of sexual abuse on Twitter, so that he can silence their voice? You know. Now what? 

Truth is…most of the time, I can find myself to a correctly spelled word. Most of the time, trolls cannot. Spell-check equals the imbalance of smarts, in favor of the troll.

So, our @Bohomamma account was shut down for harassment or something (I really have not had the time to look over everything). And, interestingly enough, my private Twitter account was also closed. I do not use my private account for anything. It was created when I was playing with Twitter and discovering how it worked best.

It doesn’t work: There are a lot of people posting information, but not many reading the stories they favorite. Brands know, because URL shorteners and such, track which articles were clicked.

Every interaction on Bohomamma’s Facebook is recorded for my review because as a brand, it’s my job to know with whom I am speaking and why. The exchange is that I can tailor the our content to your likes. There isn’t a nefarious aspect, when I use the tool. Wth others?

Why were my accounts closed?

Why was my private account suspended, when that account has no record of my kicking a bully’s ass, during a crying spree, when I just decided my voice should be heard?

I thought at first, the issue involved free speech. Was this a impeachment against my right to say what I thought?

I don’t name call  - the other guys do. Let’s remember how harsh and brutal the attack on Sandra Fluke. If any woman thinks she could have withstood that barrage of shit that was thrown in her face, without an army of women rising up and calling game. I refuse.

I absolutely refuse to allow this filth into my life anymore.

Ooops…there she goes. She must be crazy.

No. I think crazy is allowing a bunch of overpaid, overstuffed, ego-centric men to bang and pound a woman who said, “this is my story.”

I’m a little nervous about saying all of this.

But you know what…it gave me an idea: Bohomamma is a magazine. We were an Honoree in lifestyle websites in 2012. No big deal to many: but, a big deal to a mom who spends all of her time with her children; and, also all of her time with the daily tasks of life.

I think it is a freedom of press issue. That’s a bigger deal to me.

I don’t know a lot, but I have studied some, and I don’t think Twitter gets that right.

I’m okay never having another Twitter account again. After all, it’s hard for a woman, who is building a business, to be bombarded with “women” (probably a man/hidden behind a stock photo) selling their sexual services to me. Facebook is my tool, because they do not allow it…it’s a line and if anyone has crossed it on that site, I haven’t seen it.

Think about it…I don’t believe that the constant bombardment of our culture of women selling themselves is good for our moral worth. I  am not arguing the point: I am stating my fact.

I feel exposed. I worry how far this could go. There are many scary trolls in this world and they like to look at my stuff…little old me.

But I tell you what? I also like the challenge. I don’t want to end up in jail or something, but I don’t think I did anything “wrong”.

I’m laughing really…

The reason our accounts were so effectively suspended (causing me work that I’m not sure has been corrected) is because I like to play in all areas of media. I like music. I think music is a safe to get a point across; add a picture – things become clearer; add, a video..I’m drawing you a map; create fun and group of people who like to honor each other, slay dragons and rule the world…

I think it is Google…and, Facebook and I’ll have a list.

Someone has to have my back on this. I have children and I think they need me.

I am an Aries after all. Blame it on the stars.

And for the record: I do believe that Rush Limbaugh should remove himself from our airwaves (there is law there). I do believe Ann Coulter sells out the sisterhood. Is that freedom of speech? I’ve heard wor

se from their mouths. If you don’t know, follow a couple of accounts (we’ll update), such as #UniteBlue or #VAWA

Rackspace is our server ;

iPhone our phones and tablets;

Google+ the new hip place to be. It complicates old timers.

We found this soundtrack magical, as we cozied on our bed with our Snuggle turtle – stars float across the sky.

My children are not getting my attention right now. As a mother, that really hurts me.

I’m going to stop for a bit because she wants me to play tea.

I believe there are those like me – who will have my back.

LIVE in the Pursuit of Liberals who work to liberate the truth. We’re smart.

However, if you understand what is happening here, then someone needs to help me fix this thing.

Women everywhere are hysterically laughing into their computer screens; Smokey on Spotify…Dr. Dre earphones…a little one prone to fitful sleep…and, I couldn’t stop laughing.