Colorado Voices: Climate ChangeImagine you're visiting a broker to purchase insurance for your home.Now, imagine he says to you, "Don't worry, you won't need it. Do you know your house will burn down? Of course not. So why buy an expensive policy you'll probably never use? All it will do is drain your finances and hurt your standard of living. Even if your house does catch fire, the fire department should be able to put it out before there's too much damage, and even if the worse happens, you'll adapt."Ridiculous, right?We all know how we would respond: "I'm not buying insurance because I know my house will burn down. I'm buying it because the financial impact of replacing my home and all my possessions would be devastating, compared to paying the premiums. So what if I have to drive a cheap compact instead of a huge SUV, eat more chicken than steak, rent movies instead of go to the theater, vacation in the mountains instead of on a Caribbean cruise? That's a small enough sacrifice to avoid total ruin."Besides,
Colorado Voices: AbortionI'm one of those weird people who is anti-abortion but pro-choice. I can't tell you how many times I've gotten "How is that possible?" as a response when I tell people that. But the explanation is very simple: while I am personally opposed to abortion, I respect the right of all women to make the final choice of whether to have one for themselves, without interference from me or anyone else.This was brought home to me the other day when I saw a neighbor's car sporting a bumper sticker that read, "Abortion stops a beating heart." As a former research scientist who worked in the biomedical field, I could not disagree with the basic fact of that statement; abortion does indeed stop a beating heart, especially considering that the heart is one of the first major organs to develop in the fetus. Also, as an evangelical Christian, I understand and agree with the sentiment behind the message; I am personally opposed to abortion because I find it morally questionable, to say the least. However
Story: Medb Mud Wrestlers P1Copyright (C) 2011 by Kevin L. O'Brien"The more I think about it," Medb declared one day, "the more certain I become, that I appreciate a woman's breasts more than any of her other physical attributes."Röthgâr the Reaver paused as he took a sip of ale, and looked at the former queen over the rim of his tankard. "Are you serious?" he asked in a surprised tone.Medb grinned as she watched the two blonde, buxom, hard-bodied, and fully naked young women wrestling in the central mudpit. "Most definitely," she confirmed.He glanced at the massive woman's own large, firm, well-rounded bosom, and remarked in a dry tone, "Well, considering the quantity and quality of your own attribute, I don't blame you."She turned her head to give him one of her haughty imperious looks of reproach, but when he winked at her, she broke into a smile."You know," he said, after taking a casual sip, "these two ladies are adept at other forms of entertainment."Medb's smile widened into another grin.
Story: Medb and Sahr -- P1Copyright (C) 2011 by Kevin L. O'BrienMedb hErenn battled to regain consciousness, but it felt like struggling to escape a mud bog. The harder she fought, the deeper she seemed to sink, and the more difficult it became to keep going. She knew that she had to wake up, and soon, but she could not remember why. She just had a sense or urgency, as if her life depended on it, yet despite this, she could not make any headway.Then she felt drops of water fall on her cheeks, her lips, and her eyelashes, and she felt something cool and wet laid on her forehead with a gentle touch. With preternatural effort, she forced herself awake in an instant; she sat bolt upright and seized the wrists of her caregiver as a soaked rag fell into her lap.Beside her squatted a young girl. She was in that middle ground between adolescence and full adulthood, with a slim figure and elfin, conical, erect breasts. Her face was round and soft, her smooth skin a light ivory color, and her long billowing hair a ric