Once upon a time, I was a Facebook hater. This confession might be hard to swallow, especially for my Facebook friends who probably see my name pop up on their Newsfeed several times a day, as I impetuously change my status message to reflect the nuances of my inner most thoughts of the moment.

Though I had planned to continue my discussion of sex trafficking in San Francisco, a conversation I had earlier today with a friend inclined me to address a different topic. I expressed my confusion and frustration at the criticism Obama has been receiving with regards to his willingness to talk with our "enemies", specifically, Cuba, Iran, and North Korea. It wasn't so much the attacks on Obama that offended me; rather, the seemingly closed-mindedness of thinking we're "punishing the enemy" by cutting off communication lines. Moreover, as history shows, former U.S. presidents, including Truman, Nixon, and Reagan, have engaged in dialogue with the enemy-- how is this time any different?

Cathy Renna over at Bilerico Project has a post about the work GLAAD (Gay & Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation) and others did to keep the Catholic Church from blaming the child abuse scandal on gay priests. That work paid off, among other places, in the Pope's talking points yesterday.

Well I thought I'd try this blog thing out on here. First of all, I gotta say that I learned a lot more than I ever thought I would in DC ~ it was all pretty awesome. So... if you didn't know, though I live in S. Dak now, I grew up in Cali... and I was like, the token Indian that whole time. Always felt so great to be at a Pow Wow and be around my other natives ~ because chances are they were like me... the token Indians on their blocks, lol. Some of them were, now that I think of it... not a whole lot grew up like me... then I moved here... and only my cousins loved me, lmao! They didn't care or hold it against me that I was a damn "city Indian" ~ they never called me an apple... it didn't matter that a wasn't a frickin' full blood or didn't know all the retarded party people who lived here. My cousins didn't get mad because I wouldn't drink with them and they thought it was cool I wanted to go to school and take care of my parents. Most of them anyways. I never complained about the others either... never was in my nature... I was always thought I was better than that... I knew who I was.

With the needs to know the languages of life and learn about other peoples, and the need for your actions to speak louder than your words, there is a third element to the ways of communcation. This third element is your actual speech. I hope that your actions embody your words that come out of your mouth. This now brings us to very specifically the words we all use, the most common language of life. Do the words you use offend people? Are you politically correct in your speech? Is that speech progressive?