Her blog was started in March 2013 by Maria H. Rexach-Rivera, MD …. aka Dr. Rexand Horty Rexach, to disseminate “eclectic” information through cyberspace.
A licensed massage therapist, Dr. Rexach-Rivera received her MD degree at thePuerto Rico Recinto de Ciencias Medicas School of Medicine in 1976. She completed her residency in Internal Medicineat the Ponce District Hospital in Puerto Rico in 1979. She is an active member of the Colegio de Medicos-Cirujanos of Puerto Rico.
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The wolf in the Netherlands receives a legally protected status.This means that it should not be hunted. Wild animalFarmers whose animals were eaten by a wolf, get compensation.
This writes Dijksma Secretary of Agriculture in a letter to the Lower House.In recent times, some reports have been published about the expected arrival of the wolf to the Netherlands.Netherlands must prepare, said Dijksma.
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Wolves can survive in the Netherlands because there is enough food, such as deer and wild boar.
Dijksma wants to focus on the coming of the wandering, living alone wolf.About 15 kilometers from the Dutch border with Germany is such a solitary wolf identified, and 200 kilometers from the border a pack of wolves.In eastern Germany wolves live in groups.
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It is unclear when the wolf will set foot on Dutch soil.Young wolves…
Some of you may know that I have four grandchildren. The oldest one is very musical. Because of this, among other things, we have a very special bond.
Last night I posted the lyrics and video to Mary Lambert’s “She Keeps Me Warm” because my Bug has been listening to this song on the radio and has been doing a great job at learning and singing it.
She has no clue, of course, what the real meaning behind that song is. She is too young to understand and too young for me to explain it to her. She hasn’t heard the version with Macklemore and Ryan Lewis.
I was listening to it on the radio and was paying more attention than usual to the lyrics.
I hope, for her sake and for those who are coming up in the world, that the hate, discrimination, criminalization, persecution, bullying, abuse and even killing of the members of the LGBT community stops.
It’s all the “same love”.
An open mind and a kind heart is needed to understand and accept this.
The lyrics and the video are included below.
Could you read and really listen to what the words say?
Could you have an open mind?
“Same Love”
(with Ryan Lewis)
(feat. Mary Lambert)
When I was in the third grade I thought that I was gay,
‘Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight.
I told my mom, tears rushing down my face
She’s like “Ben you’ve loved girls since before pre-k, trippin’.”
Yeah, I guess she had a point, didn’t she?
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.
I remember doing the math like, “Yeah, I’m good at little league.”
A preconceived idea of what it all meant
For those that liked the same sex
Had the characteristics
The right wing conservatives think it’s a decision
And you can be cured with some treatment and religion
Man-made rewiring of a predisposition
Playing God, aw nah here we go
America the brave still fears what we don’t know
And God loves all his children, is somehow forgotten
But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago
I don’t know
And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me
Have you read the YouTube comments lately?
“Man, that’s gay” gets dropped on the daily
We become so numb to what we’re saying
A culture founded from oppression
Yet we don’t have acceptance for ’em
Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board
A word rooted in hate, yet our genre still ignores it
Gay is synonymous with the lesser
It’s the same hate that’s caused wars from religion
Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment
The same fight that led people to walk outs and sit ins
It’s human rights for everybody, there is no difference!
Live on and be yourself
When I was at church they taught me something else
If you preach hate at the service those words aren’t anointed
That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned
When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless
Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen
I might not be the same, but that’s not important
No freedom ’til we’re equal, damn right I support it
(I don’t know)
And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
We press play, don’t press pause
Progress, march on
With the veil over our eyes
We turn our back on the cause
‘Til the day that my uncles can be united by law
When kids are walking ’round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart
A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are
And a certificate on paper isn’t gonna solve it all
But it’s a damn good place to start
No law is gonna change us
We have to change us
Whatever God you believe in
We come from the same one
Strip away the fear
Underneath it’s all the same love
About time that we raised up … sex
And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is patient
Love is kind
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
(I’m not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
(I’m not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
(I’m not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
Love is kind
During the March 26th edition of Fox’s On the Record, Donald Trump called PresidentObama’s comments about concerns over a nuke in Manhattan “absolutely the dumbest — I guess I have to say one– but maybe I can say the single dumbest statement I have ever heard a president make.”
Of course, The Donald had probably just returned from his high-rise laboratory where he gauges stupidity based on the rate at which his fingers gravitate toward Greta Van Susteren’s contact information. Sigh, it’s hard to argue with science.
But let’s give it the old college try. Here are some presidential quotes that out-dumb President Obama’s attempt to articulate his genuine fears concerning homeland security:
“The crotch, down where your nuts hang, is always a little too tight.” – Lyndon Johnson in a White House recording.
Today’s Blog is about one of the very earliest residents of Florida, the Timucuan Indians.
It is pronounced, tee-MOO-qua.
Our home here in Central Florida is on land where these Ancient people once lived.
The St. John’s River, which flows from South to North, not far from us, was of great historical importance to the Timucuans and several other local tribes here in Central Florida.
The Timucuans, were a rather tall, and slim race of Native people, who lived in this area, in the 1500’s and were estimated to number between 50,000 to 200,000 at the time.
But, by 1700, thanks to the diseases brought by the invading Spanish, their numbers had dwindled down to around 1,000.
By 1800, they were considered to be likely completely eliminated or extinct.
Interbreeding with the “ invaders” was the final blow to these once thriving Native people…
