This is a wonderful feeling. My new grandson Jacob Alexander Tynan entered the world on March 26 this year or thereabouts. My memory is starting to go there is so much going on around here. So congratulations to me on grandbaby #6.
Yard work Yard work Yard work, Tenants moving in and out of the properties and final exams means spring is here.
I wanted to pop in and say hello. Now I need to get my coffee, cool my cupcakes that are going over to a sick friend later and manage to get my "test" fence up. That's the temporary fence I put up around the periphery of my yard to elicit commentary or objection. :D I'll keep you posted on how it goes, Not without some objection I am willing to betcha!
Just In Case You Feel Like Shopping
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Update on Swish
So much has happened in the past year in Swish's life. She started college to study environmental studies, homeland security and emergency management and public adiministration. Two nephews and one niece have been born with one more and a grandchild on the way. Oh Swish! Her son has almost completed his first deployment in Afghanistan with a broken leg he sustained while taking a hard landing off the back of a military vehicle with an 80 lb rucksack on his back. Swish's father-in-law passed away in April of this year. He lived a good long life. And she has almost completely redone her house. She and her husband now manage four rental properties. She says it is hard work for little money and tenants generally do not like to see her coming if they are late on their rent. And with times as hard as they are everybody is scraping to pay their rent. She has rescued two cats that she named Cy and Mia (they are Siamese) and bound to rescue a Chihuahua which will be named -- we don't know what he will be named yet. He's a little guy with a terrible past. maybe you can post suggestions here for his new name.
It has been mild here in the North Country of Upstate New York. Mississippi has had more snow than we have had this year. Waddington has not yet decided whether or not to merge their village and town. I've heard some lively discussions though. I heard of a lady that has started a blog called the Wadding Tattler that discusses my local hometown issues and (some gossip, I hear too). Check out the waddingtontattler.com and see if there is anything you might be interested in.
I want to wish you all a warm and properous New Year. The door is always open here for your thoughts. Come on in and chat it's been too long.
Swish
It has been mild here in the North Country of Upstate New York. Mississippi has had more snow than we have had this year. Waddington has not yet decided whether or not to merge their village and town. I've heard some lively discussions though. I heard of a lady that has started a blog called the Wadding Tattler that discusses my local hometown issues and (some gossip, I hear too). Check out the waddingtontattler.com and see if there is anything you might be interested in.
I want to wish you all a warm and properous New Year. The door is always open here for your thoughts. Come on in and chat it's been too long.
Swish
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
The Law Of The Garbage Truck by Ronnesia Hill
This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck.'
He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment.
As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally.
Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets.
The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day.
Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so ... Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't.
Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it!
Have a garbage-free day!
"Faith is not believing God can, it is knowing that God will."
Be Strong, Be Encouraged!
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Doing The Right Thing.
I called the dispatch in Canton New York and they said I have to make an arrest before an order of protection is put on a person. So as I understand it the Michael Griffith has to do something to me first. I'm going to the judge wednesday this coming to see what he can do.
February 8, 2011
I, Sherry Tynan, decided today to ask for an order of protection against Mike Griffith, Lagrasse street, Waddington, NY 13694 because this guy IS a threat to my life, personal safety and mental well-being. After thinking about it. And remembering the history our family has had with Mike Griffith (which I included under History).
Most Recent Incident That Compels to Make This Request
About 4pm on February 8, 2011, Mike Griffith called on the phone to tell Robert Mcallister that he would be over in a few minutes to pick up some jacks. I was standing there while Mike was on the speaker phone. Mike said, “I’m over on Fourth Street. I’ll be over in a few minutes to pick up those jacks.” My thought at that moment was “he’s not supposed to be here and what jacks is he coming over here to take?” I said, “Uh Mike you’re not supposed to be here.” There was a long pause---his voice got low, I could hear he was seething. He said, “I’m not supposed to be over there?” and I said, “You know that you’re not supposed to be here because of what you said to me and Jack about your truck? Right? You know that.” Mike said, “Who says I can’t come over?”. I said, “The police came over here and said that you and Mary were not to come here and we were not to go over there after the last incident.” He hung up very mad. I was trying not to be TOO specific because Bob was standing right there and he gets very upset at slightest rising of voices or confusion or upset. We keep the environment steady and on an even keel as much as possible so as to not upset Robert or confuse him.
Jack was in bed sleeping where he had been for the better part of the day because he wasn’t feeling well. Bob was getting confused by Mike’s phone call. He didn’t understand the conversation. I asked Bob “what jacks?” Bob said “Well I don’t know what you’re talking about.” This was getting too much for Bob at this point. I said, “Mike said he’s coming over to get jacks.” Bob said, “I don’t’ know nothing about jacks. I don’t know what he’s talking about.” (Just yesterday Bob said looking at me, “I don’t know who you are.” And I told him I’m Sherry Jackie’s girlfriend. “Oh oh”, he says “I thought I knew ya.” So that’s how our days go, some good, some not so good.)
So, I went outside and looked through Bob’s car and the garage for jacks. I couldn’t find them. I then called Mary Griffith outside using my cell phone. We had been on friendly-ish speaking terms up until now I suppose but we do not go on each other’s property as told. I call her once in awhile if I can’t find Bob because he’s not home on time or if I need to know something that she may have heard from the doctor regarding Bob that I may have missed or didn’t understand. I asked Mary, “What jacks are Mike coming to pick up?” and she said, “Oh I don’t know about that Sherry. Maybe the jacks Bob borrowed from Mike when he was working on his kia.” She then said, “He’s coming to pick up the tractor to clean out over here.” I said, “You know Mary He’s not supposed to be over here. You know that.” I said, “He can come over and pick up the jacks I’ll find them and leave them out for him to pick them up.” She said, “Well, it’s Bob’s house Sherry…” and I said, “And Jack and I live here with him and are his primary caregivers 24/7 and have been for 7 years and your son threatened our lifes……” she hangs up. I looked a few minutes more for the jacks couldn’t find any that looked like his. It dawned on me there are no jacks to look for. Mike was using “jacks” as code for “tractor” because he knew he was on speaker phone and he didn’t want Jack to hear him say that he was taking the tractor in case Jack was within earshot of the phone. (which I don’t think Jack would have cared if he used the tractor) but instead we all go on a hunting for jacks and Mike confused Bob because Bob didn’t know what Mike was talking about which set this whole thing in motion. I went inside. The phone is ringing. Robert answers it. It’s Mike on speaker.
Mike: “Tell Sherry….,” he says this menacingly.
Robert: cuts him off “what? ya gotta speak up I can’t hear you.” Bob looks at me and says “get outta here.” I stepped back a little.
Me: “I’m here Mike.”
Mike: “Tell Sherry….I called the sheriff and told him that you told my mother that if I came over there Jack was going to kill me.” And he just hangs on the phone to hear Bob yelling and pounding on me. I was flabbergasted, shocked, my jaw dropped. He is saying this menacingly. I felt totally threatened. Mike is well aware of Bob’s mental capacities and he knew that this would upset this household.
The only thing I could manage to say was “You’re a liar.”
Now, Robert has heard “Sherriff” and because I’m still standing there Robert is flailing his arms hitting me, pushing me and yelling. He does this when he is confused, scared, disoriented. When he really isn’t sure what is going on. That is why we have to keep the house peaceful as possible. Even if the dog barks he gets upset. So we have to keep a lid on everything.
Robert said to Mike after he pummeled me: “Sheriff?” “What’d ya do that for?”
Mike: (inaudible)
Robert: “Ok.” And disconnects the phone.
Bob looks at me. “What did you call the Sherriff for?”
Me: “I didn’t call the sheriff, Mike did.”
Bob: “ok.” Bob sits in his chair.
I then went upstairs to wake Jack up and tell him what was going on. Jack said, “You better call the sheriff and tell them what’s going on.” So, I did. The sheriff said, Mike didn’t call here so let’s pretend like this conversation didn’t happen. I said, “Ok.”
History:
Mike Griffith lived in the Syracuse area up until approx. last spring when he lost his license due to a DUI. So, he wasn’t around here to harass us since “the truck incident”.
He moved away from his wife and children in the Syracuse area to live with his mother in Waddington while he was on probation approx this past spring.
This past fall I saw him sitting alone in a car in our driveway, freezing like there was no heat in the car. He was blowing on his hands and wiggling about. After approx ½ hour of watching him I went approached his vehicle and asked him what he was doing here? He said he was waiting for Bob they were going to work on his car together. I said, “Well, Bob isn’t here. Wouldn’t you be more comfortable waiting at home?” I said, “Don’t you think it’s weird to just sit in someone’s driveway freezing when the guy you’re waiting for isn’t here?” I went back inside thinking “this is very weird and if he doesn’t leave in five minutes I’m calling the Troopers; this guy is really scary.”
A few years back Mary and Mike Griffith got Bob to co-sign a $10,000 loan for Mike to go to truck driver training school. Jack found out and confronted his father about the loan. Jack explained to his father what he had signed and what the interest rate was and what it was for. Jack had to explain that if Mike did not pay back the loan that he (Robert) would be responsible for it. Robert kept repeating to Jack that he didn’t sign a $10,000 dollar loan and Jack kept saying “yes you did dad. Look at this paperwork… if Mike doesn’t pay it back you are responsible.” this went on for a couple of days until Jack’s father realized what he had signed. After two months Mike Griffith had made no attempt to pay any of the loan payments; and Mary (Mike’s mother didn’t have the money to pay it she said.) Robert asked Mary Griffith for the money back. Mary Griffith was so mad that Jack got involved, that she paid the money back herself. Jack then told his father “he is not to sign anymore loans for anybody! That’s it Dad!”
A week or so later Mary Griffith went to the state police claiming I had stolen her underwear and put voodoo hexes on her. The state trooper called the house and talked to me. The trooper said he actually had to write up a report that I put voodoo hexes on her. Then her son called about 30 minutes after the trooper and said he was going to come to our house and tie us to the back of his truck and drag us through town until we were dead. I was totally petrified! I didn’t even know this guy at that time, other than he was Mary’s son. I immediately called the Troopers back because I was really scared. That is when the troopers came over and said, “They are not to come to this property here and you are not to go to their property over there. Consider it a restraining order.” And that was the end of it until he moved back up here.
As any reasonable person can see these incidents caused by Mary and Mike Griffith are disturbing and makes me fearful for my life of him. I really am afraid maybe the restraining order won’t be enough but I have to start somewhere.
I, Sherry Tynan, decided today to ask for an order of protection against Mike Griffith, Lagrasse street, Waddington, NY 13694 because this guy IS a threat to my life, personal safety and mental well-being. After thinking about it. And remembering the history our family has had with Mike Griffith (which I included under History).
Most Recent Incident That Compels to Make This Request
About 4pm on February 8, 2011, Mike Griffith called on the phone to tell Robert Mcallister that he would be over in a few minutes to pick up some jacks. I was standing there while Mike was on the speaker phone. Mike said, “I’m over on Fourth Street. I’ll be over in a few minutes to pick up those jacks.” My thought at that moment was “he’s not supposed to be here and what jacks is he coming over here to take?” I said, “Uh Mike you’re not supposed to be here.” There was a long pause---his voice got low, I could hear he was seething. He said, “I’m not supposed to be over there?” and I said, “You know that you’re not supposed to be here because of what you said to me and Jack about your truck? Right? You know that.” Mike said, “Who says I can’t come over?”. I said, “The police came over here and said that you and Mary were not to come here and we were not to go over there after the last incident.” He hung up very mad. I was trying not to be TOO specific because Bob was standing right there and he gets very upset at slightest rising of voices or confusion or upset. We keep the environment steady and on an even keel as much as possible so as to not upset Robert or confuse him.
Jack was in bed sleeping where he had been for the better part of the day because he wasn’t feeling well. Bob was getting confused by Mike’s phone call. He didn’t understand the conversation. I asked Bob “what jacks?” Bob said “Well I don’t know what you’re talking about.” This was getting too much for Bob at this point. I said, “Mike said he’s coming over to get jacks.” Bob said, “I don’t’ know nothing about jacks. I don’t know what he’s talking about.” (Just yesterday Bob said looking at me, “I don’t know who you are.” And I told him I’m Sherry Jackie’s girlfriend. “Oh oh”, he says “I thought I knew ya.” So that’s how our days go, some good, some not so good.)
So, I went outside and looked through Bob’s car and the garage for jacks. I couldn’t find them. I then called Mary Griffith outside using my cell phone. We had been on friendly-ish speaking terms up until now I suppose but we do not go on each other’s property as told. I call her once in awhile if I can’t find Bob because he’s not home on time or if I need to know something that she may have heard from the doctor regarding Bob that I may have missed or didn’t understand. I asked Mary, “What jacks are Mike coming to pick up?” and she said, “Oh I don’t know about that Sherry. Maybe the jacks Bob borrowed from Mike when he was working on his kia.” She then said, “He’s coming to pick up the tractor to clean out over here.” I said, “You know Mary He’s not supposed to be over here. You know that.” I said, “He can come over and pick up the jacks I’ll find them and leave them out for him to pick them up.” She said, “Well, it’s Bob’s house Sherry…” and I said, “And Jack and I live here with him and are his primary caregivers 24/7 and have been for 7 years and your son threatened our lifes……” she hangs up. I looked a few minutes more for the jacks couldn’t find any that looked like his. It dawned on me there are no jacks to look for. Mike was using “jacks” as code for “tractor” because he knew he was on speaker phone and he didn’t want Jack to hear him say that he was taking the tractor in case Jack was within earshot of the phone. (which I don’t think Jack would have cared if he used the tractor) but instead we all go on a hunting for jacks and Mike confused Bob because Bob didn’t know what Mike was talking about which set this whole thing in motion. I went inside. The phone is ringing. Robert answers it. It’s Mike on speaker.
Mike: “Tell Sherry….,” he says this menacingly.
Robert: cuts him off “what? ya gotta speak up I can’t hear you.” Bob looks at me and says “get outta here.” I stepped back a little.
Me: “I’m here Mike.”
Mike: “Tell Sherry….I called the sheriff and told him that you told my mother that if I came over there Jack was going to kill me.” And he just hangs on the phone to hear Bob yelling and pounding on me. I was flabbergasted, shocked, my jaw dropped. He is saying this menacingly. I felt totally threatened. Mike is well aware of Bob’s mental capacities and he knew that this would upset this household.
The only thing I could manage to say was “You’re a liar.”
Now, Robert has heard “Sherriff” and because I’m still standing there Robert is flailing his arms hitting me, pushing me and yelling. He does this when he is confused, scared, disoriented. When he really isn’t sure what is going on. That is why we have to keep the house peaceful as possible. Even if the dog barks he gets upset. So we have to keep a lid on everything.
Robert said to Mike after he pummeled me: “Sheriff?” “What’d ya do that for?”
Mike: (inaudible)
Robert: “Ok.” And disconnects the phone.
Bob looks at me. “What did you call the Sherriff for?”
Me: “I didn’t call the sheriff, Mike did.”
Bob: “ok.” Bob sits in his chair.
I then went upstairs to wake Jack up and tell him what was going on. Jack said, “You better call the sheriff and tell them what’s going on.” So, I did. The sheriff said, Mike didn’t call here so let’s pretend like this conversation didn’t happen. I said, “Ok.”
History:
Mike Griffith lived in the Syracuse area up until approx. last spring when he lost his license due to a DUI. So, he wasn’t around here to harass us since “the truck incident”.
He moved away from his wife and children in the Syracuse area to live with his mother in Waddington while he was on probation approx this past spring.
This past fall I saw him sitting alone in a car in our driveway, freezing like there was no heat in the car. He was blowing on his hands and wiggling about. After approx ½ hour of watching him I went approached his vehicle and asked him what he was doing here? He said he was waiting for Bob they were going to work on his car together. I said, “Well, Bob isn’t here. Wouldn’t you be more comfortable waiting at home?” I said, “Don’t you think it’s weird to just sit in someone’s driveway freezing when the guy you’re waiting for isn’t here?” I went back inside thinking “this is very weird and if he doesn’t leave in five minutes I’m calling the Troopers; this guy is really scary.”
A few years back Mary and Mike Griffith got Bob to co-sign a $10,000 loan for Mike to go to truck driver training school. Jack found out and confronted his father about the loan. Jack explained to his father what he had signed and what the interest rate was and what it was for. Jack had to explain that if Mike did not pay back the loan that he (Robert) would be responsible for it. Robert kept repeating to Jack that he didn’t sign a $10,000 dollar loan and Jack kept saying “yes you did dad. Look at this paperwork… if Mike doesn’t pay it back you are responsible.” this went on for a couple of days until Jack’s father realized what he had signed. After two months Mike Griffith had made no attempt to pay any of the loan payments; and Mary (Mike’s mother didn’t have the money to pay it she said.) Robert asked Mary Griffith for the money back. Mary Griffith was so mad that Jack got involved, that she paid the money back herself. Jack then told his father “he is not to sign anymore loans for anybody! That’s it Dad!”
A week or so later Mary Griffith went to the state police claiming I had stolen her underwear and put voodoo hexes on her. The state trooper called the house and talked to me. The trooper said he actually had to write up a report that I put voodoo hexes on her. Then her son called about 30 minutes after the trooper and said he was going to come to our house and tie us to the back of his truck and drag us through town until we were dead. I was totally petrified! I didn’t even know this guy at that time, other than he was Mary’s son. I immediately called the Troopers back because I was really scared. That is when the troopers came over and said, “They are not to come to this property here and you are not to go to their property over there. Consider it a restraining order.” And that was the end of it until he moved back up here.
As any reasonable person can see these incidents caused by Mary and Mike Griffith are disturbing and makes me fearful for my life of him. I really am afraid maybe the restraining order won’t be enough but I have to start somewhere.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
A Funny Thing Happened on My Way To Uldum This Morning.
Last night Apri became honored with the Earthen Ring and was able to buy a new cloak from Provisioner Arok at the Silver Tide Hollow in Vash' jir. Yay. My toon loves new clothes.
This Morning we decided to head on over to Uldum via Gryphon through Tanaris beings Apri doesn't have the portal from Stormwind to Uldam unlocked yet and I am working toward the Cataclysm Loremaster achievement anyway. I'll work Uldam for awhile.
I'm a mage. One of the perks of being a mage is you have your own private transportation system and it's pretty quick to get from place to place using portals and teleports. Everybody else has to fly or walk or pay to get ported by mages. It's a little income for me when quests dry up. I just got trained in portal to Tol Barad last night by the portal trainer in Darnassus. Lucky me, I just stumbled into that one.
Anyway, it was a nice flight this morning. Even though it was a little humbling to take the public bird. I landed for a second just outside of Uldam at some "dig" camp. I was looking around when I saw a huge dragon in the sky. It took me totally by surprise! It didn't seem to be a threat or to even notice me. I thought it might just soar over me without noticing. It soared over me alright, flaming everything in it's path. I tried to get a screenshot of the beast, aim, point, click, but this is all I got.....as I was being burnt to a crispy fry.
The Bringer of the Cataclysm. It Was Deathwing himself And he toasted my sorry cloth ass before I even knew what was happening. What a way to start the day. WOW!
I did receive the "standing in the fire" achievement for being in the wrong place at the right time. :)
I love this game. I'm wondering what my repair bill will be for my damaged outfit and new upgraded cloak. The priceier the clothes the higher the repair bill when damaged. Oh well, I'll get the extra gold taxi-ing warriors and druids back and forth from Stormwind to Dalaran.
Below are a few more screenshots I was able to get while in the fog of my destruction and confusion.
That little black speck in the big red conflagration is me laying on the sand. Dead. I'd say fire but it's too big for fire. It's a conflagration.
In this shot you can see the achievement award in chat and Apritina is running back in spirit to retrieve her body. You might have to magnify the picture. I was still in shock here after what had just happened while I was trying to get pictures. So, I wasn't really focusing very well. I was like "what happened? what happened?"
It was exciting and fun and I'm glad it happened. Sic!
Swish
Saturday, January 15, 2011
To Receive is to Give. Cultivating Kindness and Grace.
The caveat: do not except gifts with strings attached or that you feel coerced to take. for example: a relative stranger (perhaps a friend of your mother or your father) offers you an expensive piece of jewelry that exceeds the boundaries of your relationship or makes you feel personally uncomfortable as though something may be expected of you in the future. Some gifts are innapropriate.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
North Country Entertainment part 2 from A New Friend For Swish this New Year
This is exciting. I'll keep you posted faithfully.
Swish
Monday, January 3, 2011
A New Friend For Swish this New Year
Yesterday I found a caterpillar on the road I was walking on. He was curled into a ball trying to keep warm. "You shouldnt be in the road lil caterpillar." I said to him. I put him in my glove and took him home not sure if he was dead or alive.
By the time I got home there was a snow squall moving through the area. The snow was coming down fast and furious. I brought the striped fuzzy caterpillar into the warm kitchen. Within minutes he was stretching out. but I still wasn't sure if he was alive or if that was just the natural reaction of warming up his frozen little caterpillar corpse.
After about he minute he raised his head from my glove and began to look about. He seemed weak and groggy but he was most definitely alive.
I ran back outside and gathered some grass and one maple twig to make him a little home. I placed the nesting materials in one glass punch cup, placed him gently in and covered the top with plastic saran wrap punched with holes for air.
This morning I became a little concerned that my rescue may have been in vain as my little friend looked shriveled and withdrawn. I picked up the grass he had was stuck on and closely inspected his underbelly for any signs of life. And once again, lo and behold, his little pink feet clutched the blade of grass all the tighter for me turning him top-side-over.
I was thrilled but still concerned about his shriveldness I thought perhaps he is dehydrated and took a fingernail full of tepid water and laid it ever so gently upon his shiney caterpillar face. To which he looked directly up at me and began swallowing it with his pincer-like mouth parts. He drank, stretched a minute, walked about then settled back down into his caterpillar nap.
What a lovely friend I have here. I trust you all make lovely friends this new year.
Swish
By the time I got home there was a snow squall moving through the area. The snow was coming down fast and furious. I brought the striped fuzzy caterpillar into the warm kitchen. Within minutes he was stretching out. but I still wasn't sure if he was alive or if that was just the natural reaction of warming up his frozen little caterpillar corpse.
After about he minute he raised his head from my glove and began to look about. He seemed weak and groggy but he was most definitely alive.
I ran back outside and gathered some grass and one maple twig to make him a little home. I placed the nesting materials in one glass punch cup, placed him gently in and covered the top with plastic saran wrap punched with holes for air.
This morning I became a little concerned that my rescue may have been in vain as my little friend looked shriveled and withdrawn. I picked up the grass he had was stuck on and closely inspected his underbelly for any signs of life. And once again, lo and behold, his little pink feet clutched the blade of grass all the tighter for me turning him top-side-over.
I was thrilled but still concerned about his shriveldness I thought perhaps he is dehydrated and took a fingernail full of tepid water and laid it ever so gently upon his shiney caterpillar face. To which he looked directly up at me and began swallowing it with his pincer-like mouth parts. He drank, stretched a minute, walked about then settled back down into his caterpillar nap.
What a lovely friend I have here. I trust you all make lovely friends this new year.
Swish
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Merry Christmas! Holiday Joy! Hey Let's Tax the Paper Boy!
January 14, 1989
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
In Plainfield, Connecticut. Housewife opposes "Salary Grab". Writes poem asking American people to send tea bags to Washington in protest of Congressional pay raises.
Merry Christmas! Holiday Joy!
"Hey! Let's tax the paper boy!"
"and we musn't forget granny dear,
we'll tax her woolen underwear,
and her cat the one that sits,
at the foot of her chair,
while she knits,
caps for poor children everywhere."
"We need to generate revenue
for the old red, white and blue..."
How can you argue with that?
"...tax that old man's hat."
Mom, Dad if you can't afford to pay, no sweat,
We'll attach your weekly check.
We've deemed a hundred dollars is all you need,
for your clothes and food and heat.
if you don't have a weekly pay don't worry,
we'll take your property in a Christmas Eve hurry.
At this midnight you will hear,
As you cup your hand around your ear,
Congressmen roaring with great Holiday Cheer.
Patting each other and singing their praises
and filling their pockets with glad Christmas raises.
But, if you listen a little harder,
you'll hear a child's belly holler,
mom shuffling through an empty larder,
his homeless father cries.
See the Congressman give a dollar to the ho ho homeless?
He's done his Holiday duty,
Now hurry home to his holiday booty.
For this family with payments late,
wretched, poor, unfortunate,
will this congressman shed a tear?
He might, for a 150K a year.
If you don't want to end up in rags
because taxes and bills you cannot pay.
Send in your American tea bags
raise your voice and have your say.
Sherry Tynan
Thursday, December 9, 2010
FOOD FASCISM BILL TO BE RAMMED THROUGH THE SENATE UNLESS MASSIVE PUBLIC OUTCRY
Dont Let our Troops Come Home With Less Freedoms Than They Left With.This is not a pretty blog here. While wikileaks is commanding attention, there are sneak-thiefs with their hands in our cookie jars trying to steal our chocolate chips ahoy. I'm disseminating information regarding yesterday's actions by the House to ram through this Anti Freedom of Choice Food Facism Bill. They've changed the number when they sent it back to the Senate yesterday. It's about a 5 minute read but if you dont want to sit here and read the food facism bill excerpts I've included a listen now button and it can be read to you so you can listen do it while you're doing your chores nearby. Please act by calling your senators today. I dont want the U.S. government regulating my vitamins or anything else for my own good because as I see it the US billionaires then take over the companies and suck the money out of us that way. This country is fast becoming a banana republic, where only a few wealthy own the resources of the land and sell it at high prices to the rest of us which makes us poor as church mouse. And the billionaire/shopkeeper doesn't care about you and me. He just looks over our massive numbers and shrugs his shoulders (in that giggly-GW Bush-way) and figures we just want to be his slaves because we didn't do anything to stop it. LET"S STOP IT! I Don't want Government in my business anymore. You stop it! Call Your senator. and say,
"I am calling to strongly opposed adopting the language of S. 510, the so-called Food Safety Modernization Act. This language is currently attached to 'CR/Food Safety House Amendment to the Senate Amendment to H.R. 3082 - Full-Year Continuing Appropriations Act, 2011/FDA Food Safety Modernization Act' which has been sent to the Senate. I urge Senator [name] in the strongest possible terms to vote against this dangerous, unnecessary and expensive amendment and to oppose this language in any bill or amendment."
If we don't fight for our rights here in this country today our fighting forces abroad will be like the russian astronauts who came home without a country. Our fighting forces will come home to less freedoms than what they left with. Wakey Wakey.
"Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty...
Wednesday, December 8, 2010 No. 3
TAKE REVISED ACTION ITEM
http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/568/p/dia/action/public/?action_KEY=5303
Natural Solutions Foundation Was There: We Saw The House Vote 212 to 205 (WITH NOT A SINGLE REPUBLICAN VOTING FOR THE BILL) When the House Shamefully Attached S510's language to HR 3082.
Why is their act shameful? Two reasons. First, the contents of S. 510 is anti-health, anti-supplements, anti-freedom, anti-small business and anti-clean food to say nothing of anti-sense. Second, the regulatory language of S. 510 should never have been attached to a Continuing Resolution, which is an administrative bill allowing the government of the United States to continue its activities by funding it.
This tactic shows how desperate the Uber Cartel is to have this measure pass. Think about that for a moment: apparently it is vitally important to the Uber Cartel, which makes, among other things, drugs, vaccines, agro-chemicals, GMOs and which grows food, to make sure that you do not have the choice to grow or eat clean food. The reasons for that present themselves quite rapidly, don't they? Clean food = bad customers for Big Pharma. Poisoned food = great customers. And then there is the subtext of genocide.
But we are far from finished here.
Here's what Ralph Fucetola,JD, our Counsel and Trustee, wrote from Washington, where he spent the day, meeting with Ron Paul while he was there, by the way:
Our Next Step is to Continue Inundating the Senate -
1. We agree with Ron Paul (with whom we visited today, that [S510] is very bad legislative practice to combine a controversial regulatory bill with the Continuing Resolution needed to fund government activities. This bill will impact dietary supplements. That is clear from the way the FDA used section 301(11) of the 2007 FDA "enabling act" to outlaw a form of Vitamin B-6, although Congress put a clause in that bill "exempting" DSHEA products.
FDA will use any new food authority to attack supplements and natural remedies.
2. It is unprincipled to push this bill against the clear will of the voters that the Federal govt is too big and must stop over-regulating.
3. A clean Continuing Resolution is needed so that Congress can decide to continue funding at a certain level without muddying the process with extraneous matters.
4. The vote was nearly a pure partisan vote, with no Republicans in favor of this maneuver, and only a few Democrats standing against the lame-duck "leadership." We will remember!
5. The People will keep a close eye on all GOP Senators and expect them to act from principle and not add this budget-busting bill, with its 4,000 new FDA agents to harass local food production and distribution.
For those of you who didn't follow the events on Twitter or C-Span, the House lame-duck "leadership" pushed the "Food Safety" Bill, formerly known as S.510 into the "Continuing Resolution" Funding Bill to keep the Federal Govt running for another year, pass this Hot Potato to Senate again. That body could act Thursday, December 9th.
The House vote appears to have been 212 to 205, with no Republicans voting for the bill. The next step is to continue inundating the Senate with voter outrage.
Please help us stop
HR 30S.510 as a tack-on via HR 1755 82.
1. Take Action NOW for each member of your household to tell your Senators that you STONGLY OPPOSE adopting the language of S. 510 in this or any other amendment or bill:
http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/568/p/dia/action/public/?action_KEY=5303
2. Visit
http://www.senate.gov/general/contact_information/senators_cfm.cfm
enter your State to find your Senators' names and phone numbers. CALL THEM! Yes, the line may be busy. Keep trying. Give the person who answers this message:
"I am calling to strongly opposed adopting the language of S. 510, the so-called Food Safety Modernization Act. This language is currently attached to 'CR/Food Safety House Amendment to the Senate Amendment to H.R. 3082 - Full-Year Continuing Appropriations Act, 2011/FDA Food Safety Modernization Act' which has been sent to the Senate. I urge Senator [name] in the strongest possible terms to vote against this dangerous, unnecessary and expensive amendment and to oppose this language in any bill or amendment."
The phone lines may be busy. Keep trying. This is literally an 11th hour attempt by Big Agribiz to control every bite you eat, and make sure it is to their liking, not yours.
3. Using Social Media like Facebook and Twitter, using your phone lists and your email contacts, get the word out, urging everyone you can contact to do the same: (I have facebook and twitter and buzz buttons on my page here next to this article and at the bottom of the article for your convenienct. Just click and share.)
1. Take these steps..this is what you do...
http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/568/p/dia/action/public/?action_KEY=5303
2. Call the Senate to deliver the message above
http://www.senate.gov/general/contact_information/senators_cfm.cfm
3. Take the message viral (spead the word) to THEIR contacts who need to take it to their contacts and so on. Time is short. The consequenses of inaction are long, very, very long
Your generous donations are urgently needed this Holiday Season to nourish health and food freedom !
http://www.healthfreedomusa.org/?page_id=189 (if you can and feel lead to do so, don't do it if you can't afford it. I add this for those who can afford it.)
For example, Ralph Fucetola went to Washington today to make sure that your voice and wishes were represented there during this seminal moment. What would you have to pay your attorney to get up at 4 AM, get on a train and go to DC for your interests, getting home well after midnight. Ralph went pro-bono, but AmTrack did not give him a pro-bono ticket. You get the idea. Health Freedom has expenses. They are our expenses because this is our battle. Please donate generously on a reurring basis. What is generously? Whatever you can afford every month. Thanks!
And now for a commercial break, the likes of which you will not see, if this bill is passes. Instead you will see T. Boone Pickens Coffee or Cousin Bubba Bush Brew...
Valley of The Moon Coffee
http://www.valleyofthemooncoffee.org/
$25 brings you great coffee and a tax deductibe donation!
Toxin Free. GMO Free. Keeping Health Freedom Free. Valley of the Moon Coffee is simply the best coffee you have ever tasted. We know. We grow it ourselves at the Natural Solutions Foundation's Valley of the Moon Eco Demonstration Project in Panama where we are helping to reclaim the production of clean, unadulterated food. We started with coffee because it is a cash crop which even so-called "organic" farmers spray with dangerous chemicals. We are teaching those farmers how to grow without those chemicals. Support clean food, health freedom and yourself at the same time.
S. 510 IS VERY FAR FROM DEAD BUT OUR PRESSURE CAN KILL IT
PUBLIC PRESSURE IS THE ONLY THING THAT CAN KILL S. 510
We're Twitting spread the word on S. 510's progress...
www.Twitter.com/HealthFreedomUS
#healthfreedom #foodfreedom #farmfreedom
Tell Your Senators What You Think...
The Battle for Our Food Freedom Isn't Over Yet!
BY HIDING S. 510 IN AN AMENDMENT TO AN AMENDMENT THEY THOUGHT THEY COULD PULL THE GENETICALLY MODIFIED WOOL OVER OUR FLUORIDATED EYES. THINK AGAIN!
Message from General Bert
"THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR FATIGUE! WE ARE IN THE ENDGAME OF THIS BATTLE AND WE ARE CLOSE TO A RESOUNDING VICTORY... By the end of any battle, both sides are exhausted, but the side that perseveres just a little longer... wins! That is where we are now, and that is why massive Push Back is more important now than before! We are flooding Congress with a clear message: Kill [the] Bill! Keep at it! Victory is within our reach. Keep pressing forward while you recruit your contacts to act with you now!"
Wednesday's Update.
We are here in Washington watching the process and visiting with Dr. Paul who was completely correct: The language of S. 510 was hidden in an Amendent to an Amendment whch is currently before the House Rules Committee. Foundation Trustee Ralph Fucetola in in DC today to speak with leaders in the House about this vitally important issue. With him are others who know that pushback is effective - but that the push back MUST be massive.
Tuesday's Update.
Dr. Paul's office says there is a chance that a House substitute for S.510 will be considered today.
Monday's Message.
Sen. Coburn's Office: "As far as we know there may be an attempt to insert the Senate bill language [S. 510] into a "must pass" bill (such as a budget bill in the House) and send that back to the Senate... if it is returned as as a stand-alone bill, there is probably not enough time to debate and pass it this session, but if it is part of another, already scheduled bill, we don't know what will happen."
Natural Solutions Foundation Trustees: "What can we do to support Sen. Coburn's attempts to kill S. 510?
Sen. Coburn's Office: Public pressure! Keep up the pressure!
Rep. Ron Paul's office: "We've heard what is likely to happen is that the lame-duck House would take up the Senate bill [S. 510] and slap an HR number on it somehow, and pass it as a House bill, sending it to the Senate as a stand alone bill..."
Natural Solutions Foundation Trustees: "What can we do to help kill S. 510?
Rep. Paul's Office: Public pressure! Keep up the pressure!
Both offices tell us that the only thing that will prevent this bill from final passage is massive public outcry... we must continue to Push Back!
http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/568/p/dia/action/public/?action_KEY=5303
Blatantly Unconstitutional, S 510 Can Be Killed
TAKE THE NEW ACTION ITEM NOW, VIRALIZE IT, TWEET IT, FACEBOOK IT NOW
TELL YOUR SENATORS TO KILL S510
THE FOOD FASCISM BILL
http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/568/p/dia/action/public/?action_KEY=5303
TWEET, Facebook ACTION ITEM Using THIS TINY URL:
http://tinyurl.com/3xdz3lp
It is Time to Hammer Both the Senate Really, Really Hard
"Hammer NOW!"
http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/568/p/dia/action/public/?action_KEY=5303
Back in the 60's there was a freedom song that said, "If I had a hammer, I'd hammer in the morning, I'd hammer in the evening, all over this land. I'd hammer out justice, I'd hammer out freedom, I'd hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters all, all over this land!"
Now, as then, we DO have a hammer. It is the hammer of Political Activism and you can swing it right here, http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/568/p/dia/action/public/?action_KEY=5303
- please act right now to pound home the nails in the coffin of the Food Fascism Bill.
S.510, Obamacare and Other Disturbing Psychoses
http://www.healthfreedomusa.org/?p=7567
Action Item:
http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/568/p/dia/action/public/?action_KEY=5270
Follow the action in the Senate: http://www.senate.gov/pagelayout/legislative/d_three_sections_with_teasers/calendars.htm
Senate Record Votes (updated every 20 minutes) - http://www.senate.gov/pagelayout/legislative/a_three_sections_with_teasers/votes.htm
We will Twitter what is happening here:
www.Twitter.com/HealthFreedomUS
Thank you for taking the time to read this and for calling your Senator on this very important matter.
Don't let out Troops come home with less freedoms than they left home with.
Swish
"I am calling to strongly opposed adopting the language of S. 510, the so-called Food Safety Modernization Act. This language is currently attached to 'CR/Food Safety House Amendment to the Senate Amendment to H.R. 3082 - Full-Year Continuing Appropriations Act, 2011/FDA Food Safety Modernization Act' which has been sent to the Senate. I urge Senator [name] in the strongest possible terms to vote against this dangerous, unnecessary and expensive amendment and to oppose this language in any bill or amendment."
If we don't fight for our rights here in this country today our fighting forces abroad will be like the russian astronauts who came home without a country. Our fighting forces will come home to less freedoms than what they left with. Wakey Wakey.
"Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty...
Wednesday, December 8, 2010 No. 3
TAKE REVISED ACTION ITEM
http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/568/p/dia/action/public/?action_KEY=5303
Natural Solutions Foundation Was There: We Saw The House Vote 212 to 205 (WITH NOT A SINGLE REPUBLICAN VOTING FOR THE BILL) When the House Shamefully Attached S510's language to HR 3082.
Why is their act shameful? Two reasons. First, the contents of S. 510 is anti-health, anti-supplements, anti-freedom, anti-small business and anti-clean food to say nothing of anti-sense. Second, the regulatory language of S. 510 should never have been attached to a Continuing Resolution, which is an administrative bill allowing the government of the United States to continue its activities by funding it.
This tactic shows how desperate the Uber Cartel is to have this measure pass. Think about that for a moment: apparently it is vitally important to the Uber Cartel, which makes, among other things, drugs, vaccines, agro-chemicals, GMOs and which grows food, to make sure that you do not have the choice to grow or eat clean food. The reasons for that present themselves quite rapidly, don't they? Clean food = bad customers for Big Pharma. Poisoned food = great customers. And then there is the subtext of genocide.
But we are far from finished here.
Here's what Ralph Fucetola,JD, our Counsel and Trustee, wrote from Washington, where he spent the day, meeting with Ron Paul while he was there, by the way:
Our Next Step is to Continue Inundating the Senate -
1. We agree with Ron Paul (with whom we visited today, that [S510] is very bad legislative practice to combine a controversial regulatory bill with the Continuing Resolution needed to fund government activities. This bill will impact dietary supplements. That is clear from the way the FDA used section 301(11) of the 2007 FDA "enabling act" to outlaw a form of Vitamin B-6, although Congress put a clause in that bill "exempting" DSHEA products.
FDA will use any new food authority to attack supplements and natural remedies.
2. It is unprincipled to push this bill against the clear will of the voters that the Federal govt is too big and must stop over-regulating.
3. A clean Continuing Resolution is needed so that Congress can decide to continue funding at a certain level without muddying the process with extraneous matters.
4. The vote was nearly a pure partisan vote, with no Republicans in favor of this maneuver, and only a few Democrats standing against the lame-duck "leadership." We will remember!
5. The People will keep a close eye on all GOP Senators and expect them to act from principle and not add this budget-busting bill, with its 4,000 new FDA agents to harass local food production and distribution.
For those of you who didn't follow the events on Twitter or C-Span, the House lame-duck "leadership" pushed the "Food Safety" Bill, formerly known as S.510 into the "Continuing Resolution" Funding Bill to keep the Federal Govt running for another year, pass this Hot Potato to Senate again. That body could act Thursday, December 9th.
The House vote appears to have been 212 to 205, with no Republicans voting for the bill. The next step is to continue inundating the Senate with voter outrage.
Please help us stop
HR 30S.510 as a tack-on via HR 1755 82.
1. Take Action NOW for each member of your household to tell your Senators that you STONGLY OPPOSE adopting the language of S. 510 in this or any other amendment or bill:
http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/568/p/dia/action/public/?action_KEY=5303
2. Visit
http://www.senate.gov/general/contact_information/senators_cfm.cfm
enter your State to find your Senators' names and phone numbers. CALL THEM! Yes, the line may be busy. Keep trying. Give the person who answers this message:
"I am calling to strongly opposed adopting the language of S. 510, the so-called Food Safety Modernization Act. This language is currently attached to 'CR/Food Safety House Amendment to the Senate Amendment to H.R. 3082 - Full-Year Continuing Appropriations Act, 2011/FDA Food Safety Modernization Act' which has been sent to the Senate. I urge Senator [name] in the strongest possible terms to vote against this dangerous, unnecessary and expensive amendment and to oppose this language in any bill or amendment."
The phone lines may be busy. Keep trying. This is literally an 11th hour attempt by Big Agribiz to control every bite you eat, and make sure it is to their liking, not yours.
3. Using Social Media like Facebook and Twitter, using your phone lists and your email contacts, get the word out, urging everyone you can contact to do the same: (I have facebook and twitter and buzz buttons on my page here next to this article and at the bottom of the article for your convenienct. Just click and share.)
1. Take these steps..this is what you do...
http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/568/p/dia/action/public/?action_KEY=5303
2. Call the Senate to deliver the message above
http://www.senate.gov/general/contact_information/senators_cfm.cfm
3. Take the message viral (spead the word) to THEIR contacts who need to take it to their contacts and so on. Time is short. The consequenses of inaction are long, very, very long
Your generous donations are urgently needed this Holiday Season to nourish health and food freedom !
http://www.healthfreedomusa.org/?page_id=189 (if you can and feel lead to do so, don't do it if you can't afford it. I add this for those who can afford it.)
For example, Ralph Fucetola went to Washington today to make sure that your voice and wishes were represented there during this seminal moment. What would you have to pay your attorney to get up at 4 AM, get on a train and go to DC for your interests, getting home well after midnight. Ralph went pro-bono, but AmTrack did not give him a pro-bono ticket. You get the idea. Health Freedom has expenses. They are our expenses because this is our battle. Please donate generously on a reurring basis. What is generously? Whatever you can afford every month. Thanks!
And now for a commercial break, the likes of which you will not see, if this bill is passes. Instead you will see T. Boone Pickens Coffee or Cousin Bubba Bush Brew...
Valley of The Moon Coffee
http://www.valleyofthemooncoffee.org/
$25 brings you great coffee and a tax deductibe donation!
Toxin Free. GMO Free. Keeping Health Freedom Free. Valley of the Moon Coffee is simply the best coffee you have ever tasted. We know. We grow it ourselves at the Natural Solutions Foundation's Valley of the Moon Eco Demonstration Project in Panama where we are helping to reclaim the production of clean, unadulterated food. We started with coffee because it is a cash crop which even so-called "organic" farmers spray with dangerous chemicals. We are teaching those farmers how to grow without those chemicals. Support clean food, health freedom and yourself at the same time.
S. 510 IS VERY FAR FROM DEAD BUT OUR PRESSURE CAN KILL IT
PUBLIC PRESSURE IS THE ONLY THING THAT CAN KILL S. 510
We're Twitting spread the word on S. 510's progress...
www.Twitter.com/HealthFreedomUS
#healthfreedom #foodfreedom #farmfreedom
Tell Your Senators What You Think...
The Battle for Our Food Freedom Isn't Over Yet!
BY HIDING S. 510 IN AN AMENDMENT TO AN AMENDMENT THEY THOUGHT THEY COULD PULL THE GENETICALLY MODIFIED WOOL OVER OUR FLUORIDATED EYES. THINK AGAIN!
Message from General Bert
"THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR FATIGUE! WE ARE IN THE ENDGAME OF THIS BATTLE AND WE ARE CLOSE TO A RESOUNDING VICTORY... By the end of any battle, both sides are exhausted, but the side that perseveres just a little longer... wins! That is where we are now, and that is why massive Push Back is more important now than before! We are flooding Congress with a clear message: Kill [the] Bill! Keep at it! Victory is within our reach. Keep pressing forward while you recruit your contacts to act with you now!"
Wednesday's Update.
We are here in Washington watching the process and visiting with Dr. Paul who was completely correct: The language of S. 510 was hidden in an Amendent to an Amendment whch is currently before the House Rules Committee. Foundation Trustee Ralph Fucetola in in DC today to speak with leaders in the House about this vitally important issue. With him are others who know that pushback is effective - but that the push back MUST be massive.
Tuesday's Update.
Dr. Paul's office says there is a chance that a House substitute for S.510 will be considered today.
Monday's Message.
Sen. Coburn's Office: "As far as we know there may be an attempt to insert the Senate bill language [S. 510] into a "must pass" bill (such as a budget bill in the House) and send that back to the Senate... if it is returned as as a stand-alone bill, there is probably not enough time to debate and pass it this session, but if it is part of another, already scheduled bill, we don't know what will happen."
Natural Solutions Foundation Trustees: "What can we do to support Sen. Coburn's attempts to kill S. 510?
Sen. Coburn's Office: Public pressure! Keep up the pressure!
Rep. Ron Paul's office: "We've heard what is likely to happen is that the lame-duck House would take up the Senate bill [S. 510] and slap an HR number on it somehow, and pass it as a House bill, sending it to the Senate as a stand alone bill..."
Natural Solutions Foundation Trustees: "What can we do to help kill S. 510?
Rep. Paul's Office: Public pressure! Keep up the pressure!
Both offices tell us that the only thing that will prevent this bill from final passage is massive public outcry... we must continue to Push Back!
http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/568/p/dia/action/public/?action_KEY=5303
Blatantly Unconstitutional, S 510 Can Be Killed
TAKE THE NEW ACTION ITEM NOW, VIRALIZE IT, TWEET IT, FACEBOOK IT NOW
TELL YOUR SENATORS TO KILL S510
THE FOOD FASCISM BILL
http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/568/p/dia/action/public/?action_KEY=5303
TWEET, Facebook ACTION ITEM Using THIS TINY URL:
http://tinyurl.com/3xdz3lp
It is Time to Hammer Both the Senate Really, Really Hard
"Hammer NOW!"
http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/568/p/dia/action/public/?action_KEY=5303
Back in the 60's there was a freedom song that said, "If I had a hammer, I'd hammer in the morning, I'd hammer in the evening, all over this land. I'd hammer out justice, I'd hammer out freedom, I'd hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters all, all over this land!"
Now, as then, we DO have a hammer. It is the hammer of Political Activism and you can swing it right here, http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/568/p/dia/action/public/?action_KEY=5303
- please act right now to pound home the nails in the coffin of the Food Fascism Bill.
S.510, Obamacare and Other Disturbing Psychoses
http://www.healthfreedomusa.org/?p=7567
Action Item:
http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/568/p/dia/action/public/?action_KEY=5270
Follow the action in the Senate: http://www.senate.gov/pagelayout/legislative/d_three_sections_with_teasers/calendars.htm
Senate Record Votes (updated every 20 minutes) - http://www.senate.gov/pagelayout/legislative/a_three_sections_with_teasers/votes.htm
We will Twitter what is happening here:
www.Twitter.com/HealthFreedomUS
Thank you for taking the time to read this and for calling your Senator on this very important matter.
Don't let out Troops come home with less freedoms than they left home with.
Swish
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Wikileaks U.S. Government Journalists and Book Ban
This week my government here in the United States threatened the jobs and livelihoods of students and government workers in this country. They've done this without shame! The State Department sent out an edict warning flyer/letter/memo to college students and government workers around the country telling students and workers not to read anything pertaining to wikileaks. The U.S. government threatened to take away their jobs and to prosecute them if they are found to have read anything about wikileaks on their home computers.
In the past in climates such as this, journalists are usually the first ones to "disappear." I'm kind of impressed how the journalists have banded together and protected one another in this cloak of technology. Assange is their martyr.
So the U.S. government is going after the kids and the mom's and dad's who have to work.
Wikileaks is a news corps comprising thousand of journalists around the world. You can read about thier world news orginization at this link.
http://wikileaks.c4ss.org/about....html
Maybe Assange is just their poster boy. He has a pretty face. He's easy to look at. He is the "target". He is not the master mind alone behind this very organized "event" It is the state department of the united states of america that did not properly secure their systems. ergo, documents leaked. And sometimes leaks happen on purpose. sometimes they are orchestrated by the very department that is screaming "all hands on deck" to make it look like they are mad and innocent of leakage. It's an old trick. Captain Bligh from Mutiny on the Bounty, blamed a crew member for stealing a piece of cheese knowing full well he, Himself, had done it. He had the man sseverely punished. ( When Bligh accuses his crew of stealing cheese from the ship, seaman McCoy informs him that he witnessed Maggs, Bligh's clerk, remove the cheese in Portsmouth under his superior's orders. McCoy is soon punished for exposing the captain's scheme.) soooo....that being said,
This book banning "Event" will not strip the American people of anymore rights as long as we stand against that tyranny. Today they say "don't read your newspaper." Tomorrow they will say "don't read you bible." Give them an inch they'll take it all. Let's give them nothing. Today men, women, and children stand on the front battle lines for our freedoms inside the United States of America while our loved ones fight abroad. Speak against it to stop the lawmakers from taking it from us. They can't throw us all in jail. The US government telling people what they can and cannot read in their homes is "Anti-Constitutional" , anti-american, it violates every U.S. citizen's 1st amendment rights and it should make EVERYONE very, very angry.
Swish
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Wikileaks Paypal U.S. Government Third Reich and Freedom
"Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn't pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same".
Ronald Reagan.
I am very upset about how sick my country is. My country is sick. I am so sorry. But maybe it isn't too late for the United States. Maybe if we just get mad enough and stand our ground we can save our great country and preserve our freedoms. We know our basic Constitutional rights as U.S. citizens even if we agree on nothing else we know our rights.
I have lived to watch the thrill of the Berlin wall torn down in Europe and the horror of the iron curtain rising in the West. We are losing our freedoms here in the United States. We are fearful of police who might mistake our bible or cell phone as a weapon and kill us for fear of their lives. Here it's OK for companies to hydrofrac, poison the surrounding private wells, then claim feverishly that they are not responsible for the damage. These Corporations are allowed to continue poisoning wells without responsiblity. these corporations are leaving people without clean drinking water for them to dehydrate or scramble for bottled water where before they had a sparkling well. We are seeing "takings" like never before in the history of this country since before the Revolutionary war. Eminent domain to benefit private corporations, taxes so high they equal a mortgage payment from the 90's, HR 875 has passed and we can no longer sell food from our gardens without government regulation and intervention, they want you to be afraid of Americans who own their own weapons. They want you to be afraid of guns. they don't want you to be afraid of cars that kill more people daily than guns. They want you to be afraid of guns. They are trying to ban gun ownership, on it goes.
The next few paragraphs are some daily headlines. And they make me mad. I intend to do whatever I can to stand my ground. I intend to terminate my personal and business relationship completely with Paypal. I will no longer do business with Amazon dot com . And I am going to blog about how I feel about this situation.
" If you were to come to Minnesota, I could have you locked up like that. That's power."
Jesse Ventura.
Since when was it treason to speak out against Government?
“This whole notion that Assange, who’s an Australian, that we want to prosecute him for treason — I mean, aren’t they jumping to a wild conclusion? [...] I mean, why don’t we prosecute The New York Times or anybody that releases this?” Ron Paul.
Since when did banks cut off your money supplies because a government leaned on them to do so?
BERLIN – The online payment service provider PayPal has cut off the account used by WikiLeaks to collect donations, serving another blow to the organization just as it was struggling to keep its website accessible after an American company stopped directing traffic to it.
Since when do governments hire female bimbos to bring false allegations against a man that they want flushed out of hiding?
“On Saturday 21st of August, we have been made aware of rape allegations made against Julian Assange, founder of this project and one of our spokespeople.We are deeply concerned about the seriousness of these allegations. We the people behind WikiLeaks think highly of Julian and and he has our full support.While Julian is focusing on his defenses and clearing his name, WikiLeaks will be continuing its regular operations.”
There's an update to this rape story....investigation dropped. Charges unfounded.
Oh yeah, I remember from history class The Third Reich employed these tactics openly and shamelessly to promote their Aryan Agenda. They wanted to exterminate a lot of people that didn't meet their criteria. Journalists were the first to go. By "go" I mean, the first to get dragged off, questioned, and executed by their local police. You know those guys that are your friends that are supposed to help you against bad guys that are trying to hurt you? Yeah, during the reign of the Third Reich it was really scary if those guys came to your house. They murdered journalists that reported any ideas against the government.
Already more journalists have been killed in the Iraq War since 2003 than in Vietnam and WW II combined.
I'm not trying to imply here that our government is murdering journalists. I'm just saying. They seem to be employing other tactics of the Third Reich why not off a few good journalists while they are embedded with some of our countries finest.
It is sickening to me as a US citizen to see these tactics being used against Assange by the U.S. Government. It does not make me afraid. It makes me mad! "There is nothing to fear but fear itself." said FDR in his first inaugural address. They taught me that in history class too. And this does remind me a lot of my old history classes in school, when they taught us about world war two and why the world had to go fight the war against that Nazi regime. For Freeeeeeedom! Hitler wanted to take over the world. He wanted the people living in his world to be his ideal people or be executed. Hitler had no compassion or regard for human life, he got people on board with his idea to implement his evil wishes through charm, charisma, money, and power. We had to put that animal down or most of us would not be here today. Black skinned people-gone. People with neurologically inheritable diseases-gone. Autistic-gassed. Crohn's disease, pfft shit the bed. The list goes on and on. Exterminate all life that does not meet the criteria of the perfect Aryan Nation. Hitler wanted a true One World Order.
Whatever is going on here now is hard to see through the smoke and mirrors. The big players are in the shadows for sure. Wikileaks is bringing some of it to light. One thing is crystal clear. If we don't stop this nonsense as a people and go back ---YES GO BACK-- to the fundamental basics of our United States Constitutional rights as our forefathers intended them to be administered and exercised, those "police" are going to be hunting me and you. They are going to close our bank accounts, starve us, confiscate our arms and kill many of us. It's not a far reach from where we stand today. Wake Up! Wake Up! Wake Up!
Swish
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Introducing Giga. From the Cradle to the Grave and Lessons Learned
I'm going to open this blog with a stanza from a poem by Helen Steiner Rice
And together we stand at life’s crossroads
And view what we think is the end,
But God has a much bigger vision
And He tells us it’s only a bend–
from Bend in The Road by Helen Steiner Rice
Who is Giga? Well, there have been a lot of tall tales about Giga. Stories told about Giga by people other than Giga. I am going to tell you who Giga is, where she came from, what she did. I am Giga.
I remember hearing the old-timers of my youth wondering what would become of the young generation. I wondered back then, "what are they worrying about"? Now, I'm the old-timer wondering what will happen to our young people, my son and daughters and my grandchildren. Our precious nieces and nephews and their families. I wonder what will happen to our young generation. What kind of people will be taking care of me in my old age? One thing I know for sure. When times look bad, remember it's just a bend in the road. Oh, and "The truth will out!"
Giga was born in southern Indiana in 1960. Dwight D. Eisenhower was president of the United States.
Giga had a nice little family life as a child except for the visitations with her paternal grandfather where mom and dad would leave us children there for the weekends for them to babysit us so that mom and dad could have some "alone" time. Grandpa would molest us children and he pursued us relentlessly from as far back as I can remember. Of course, the usual threats were employed on us "not to tell or else", until I was about 9 years old when my sister told my mother what was going on and I had to step fearfully up to the plate and "tell". By then, my mother and father were divorced and thankfully I never had to see my paternal grandparents again. Time rolled on and as the oldest child of 4 younger siblings and a divorced, single mom, I had a lot of responsibility growing up. The thing I learned going through the pedophile grandfather thing is this. Don't keep the kind of secrets that make you feel dirty or ashamed about yourself. Tell everybody. Tell your friends. Tell your family members. Secrets don't make you special. They make you creepy.
Things seemed okay to us back in 1975. I was 5'2 and wieghed 98lbs. I had a job at a movie theatre shoveling popcorn into cardboard buckets for 1.90/hr. I lived with my girlfriend rent free and in trade I had to babysit her kids during the week when we were all home from school. Fair enough. So, the popcorn money bought me some clothes. I wore flannel shirts and jeans and moccasins in those days. My dad sent me 40$ a month, sometimes, for child support. There were no "dead-beat" dads in those days. Child support wasn't mandatory so dads paid whatever/whenever. I was lucky to get that. It didnt last long. Because a yeat later I became an emancipated minor in order to avoid becoming a ward of the state of Connecticut. I was living on my own but under legal age. My mother was somewhere in Connecticut with my little sister then and my dad was living in South Carolina with my two younger sisters and brother. When you become an emancipated minor, that means it has been deemed by a judge that you have shown yourself to be a responsible minor and therefore are no longer subject to the laws of minors. And that was very important to me at that time because I was living my life responsibly but there were some very nasty adults who were trying to have me put in state custody because they didnt want me dating their little brother (He was 20 at the time). The downside was my dad was no longer obligated to pay child support. That 40$ a month was allowing me to stay in school but, only one thing to do. I had to get another job. A full time job. So, I got a job working with computers on the sub base in connecticut through a youth work program and I lied about my age (said I was 18) and worked as a hash-slinger to drunks until 2 am at Twin Bridge Diner in Groton. Sal was the night cook. Last I knew it was called Rosie's Diner.
I worked there until somebody ratted me out about my age. They didn't want to hear about "emancipated minor" bullshit. They didn't want to hear any hard-luck stories. They didn't want to get tangled up with the state of Connecticut over an independent- living on her own- supporting herself- fifteen year old kid. So, I got another second job (the midnight shift) over at Dunkin Donuts. It was pretty much the same schtick except my dinner was more like desert. At least at twin bridge diner I got some meat and potatoes at night. Dunkin Donuts only laste a few months until somebody ratted me out there too and the Computer job was going away because the funds were running out on the youth work-program. things were looking a bit desperate for me at the time. I had invited my bf to room with me in my 2 room apartment I had by now. I was about 16 by this time I think. I paid 180$ a month for that little place. It looks pretty good to me looking back now except for the four boarders that had to share the same bathroom and the girl downstairs had morning sickness so she was in the bathroom a lot.
I hand washed my dishes in a plastic bucket using water that I got out of the bathroom. Sometimes, I couldn't get in there so I would put my dish sink on the back porch until I could get in there. One of the neighbors picked my dish sink up one day, took it to his house, cleaned my dishes and brought them back to me all shiney clean. That man had a kind streak in him as wide as the average U.S. citizens backside today. I should have married him.
I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable with my landlord because he had told me in a creepy sort of way that "if I was a good girl he would put a four poster bed in my apartment." That left me speechless and feeling creeped out so I started thinking about gettig another apartment. This guy was a creeper. When the time came for me to move I asked for my security $50 deposit back, which was a lot back then. He denied I ever gave him security (thinking he was going to rook a 16 year old kid) to which I fully expected the creeper to do and presented my deposit receipt which I had kept in my wallet the whole time. Good thing.
To be continued.............
And together we stand at life’s crossroads
And view what we think is the end,
But God has a much bigger vision
And He tells us it’s only a bend–
from Bend in The Road by Helen Steiner Rice
Who is Giga? Well, there have been a lot of tall tales about Giga. Stories told about Giga by people other than Giga. I am going to tell you who Giga is, where she came from, what she did. I am Giga.
I remember hearing the old-timers of my youth wondering what would become of the young generation. I wondered back then, "what are they worrying about"? Now, I'm the old-timer wondering what will happen to our young people, my son and daughters and my grandchildren. Our precious nieces and nephews and their families. I wonder what will happen to our young generation. What kind of people will be taking care of me in my old age? One thing I know for sure. When times look bad, remember it's just a bend in the road. Oh, and "The truth will out!"
Giga was born in southern Indiana in 1960. Dwight D. Eisenhower was president of the United States.
Giga had a nice little family life as a child except for the visitations with her paternal grandfather where mom and dad would leave us children there for the weekends for them to babysit us so that mom and dad could have some "alone" time. Grandpa would molest us children and he pursued us relentlessly from as far back as I can remember. Of course, the usual threats were employed on us "not to tell or else", until I was about 9 years old when my sister told my mother what was going on and I had to step fearfully up to the plate and "tell". By then, my mother and father were divorced and thankfully I never had to see my paternal grandparents again. Time rolled on and as the oldest child of 4 younger siblings and a divorced, single mom, I had a lot of responsibility growing up. The thing I learned going through the pedophile grandfather thing is this. Don't keep the kind of secrets that make you feel dirty or ashamed about yourself. Tell everybody. Tell your friends. Tell your family members. Secrets don't make you special. They make you creepy.
Things seemed okay to us back in 1975. I was 5'2 and wieghed 98lbs. I had a job at a movie theatre shoveling popcorn into cardboard buckets for 1.90/hr. I lived with my girlfriend rent free and in trade I had to babysit her kids during the week when we were all home from school. Fair enough. So, the popcorn money bought me some clothes. I wore flannel shirts and jeans and moccasins in those days. My dad sent me 40$ a month, sometimes, for child support. There were no "dead-beat" dads in those days. Child support wasn't mandatory so dads paid whatever/whenever. I was lucky to get that. It didnt last long. Because a yeat later I became an emancipated minor in order to avoid becoming a ward of the state of Connecticut. I was living on my own but under legal age. My mother was somewhere in Connecticut with my little sister then and my dad was living in South Carolina with my two younger sisters and brother. When you become an emancipated minor, that means it has been deemed by a judge that you have shown yourself to be a responsible minor and therefore are no longer subject to the laws of minors. And that was very important to me at that time because I was living my life responsibly but there were some very nasty adults who were trying to have me put in state custody because they didnt want me dating their little brother (He was 20 at the time). The downside was my dad was no longer obligated to pay child support. That 40$ a month was allowing me to stay in school but, only one thing to do. I had to get another job. A full time job. So, I got a job working with computers on the sub base in connecticut through a youth work program and I lied about my age (said I was 18) and worked as a hash-slinger to drunks until 2 am at Twin Bridge Diner in Groton. Sal was the night cook. Last I knew it was called Rosie's Diner.
I worked there until somebody ratted me out about my age. They didn't want to hear about "emancipated minor" bullshit. They didn't want to hear any hard-luck stories. They didn't want to get tangled up with the state of Connecticut over an independent- living on her own- supporting herself- fifteen year old kid. So, I got another second job (the midnight shift) over at Dunkin Donuts. It was pretty much the same schtick except my dinner was more like desert. At least at twin bridge diner I got some meat and potatoes at night. Dunkin Donuts only laste a few months until somebody ratted me out there too and the Computer job was going away because the funds were running out on the youth work-program. things were looking a bit desperate for me at the time. I had invited my bf to room with me in my 2 room apartment I had by now. I was about 16 by this time I think. I paid 180$ a month for that little place. It looks pretty good to me looking back now except for the four boarders that had to share the same bathroom and the girl downstairs had morning sickness so she was in the bathroom a lot.
I hand washed my dishes in a plastic bucket using water that I got out of the bathroom. Sometimes, I couldn't get in there so I would put my dish sink on the back porch until I could get in there. One of the neighbors picked my dish sink up one day, took it to his house, cleaned my dishes and brought them back to me all shiney clean. That man had a kind streak in him as wide as the average U.S. citizens backside today. I should have married him.
I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable with my landlord because he had told me in a creepy sort of way that "if I was a good girl he would put a four poster bed in my apartment." That left me speechless and feeling creeped out so I started thinking about gettig another apartment. This guy was a creeper. When the time came for me to move I asked for my security $50 deposit back, which was a lot back then. He denied I ever gave him security (thinking he was going to rook a 16 year old kid) to which I fully expected the creeper to do and presented my deposit receipt which I had kept in my wallet the whole time. Good thing.
To be continued.............
Monday, November 29, 2010
Do you Have Unexplained Symptoms? They say It's In Your Head? It Might Be In Your Teeth!
If you are suffering from unexplained disease, please read Marie Flower's story. It could be any one of us.
After reading her story I immediately wrote her and thanked her for sharing it on the internet. I'm going to ask my doctor if he will consider testing me for heavy metal poisoning especially mercury. Like Marie, I too fell seriously ill after dental work in 2001. I didn't associate the two until after reading Marie's story I'm thinking it's a distinct possibility. I'm in remission from graves' disease at the moment. And my dystonia has settled down with pain shots and other medications. I have been diagnosed with fibromyalgia, and a host of syndrome-type maladies. I couldn't walk for two years. Marie's story certainly gave me food for thought. Now, let's see what I can do about it. I can't stand smells they send me into a panic attack. And it's hard to explain to people who cant imagine how a household cleaning product smell can knock you on the floor and cause you to feel all crazy and suffocated as you claw your way to the exit. Yes, this is definitely something to look into. I really want to know what is crippling me up.
After reading her story I immediately wrote her and thanked her for sharing it on the internet. I'm going to ask my doctor if he will consider testing me for heavy metal poisoning especially mercury. Like Marie, I too fell seriously ill after dental work in 2001. I didn't associate the two until after reading Marie's story I'm thinking it's a distinct possibility. I'm in remission from graves' disease at the moment. And my dystonia has settled down with pain shots and other medications. I have been diagnosed with fibromyalgia, and a host of syndrome-type maladies. I couldn't walk for two years. Marie's story certainly gave me food for thought. Now, let's see what I can do about it. I can't stand smells they send me into a panic attack. And it's hard to explain to people who cant imagine how a household cleaning product smell can knock you on the floor and cause you to feel all crazy and suffocated as you claw your way to the exit. Yes, this is definitely something to look into. I really want to know what is crippling me up.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
WHAT IS EVERYBODY BLOGGING ABOUT?
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| "So, Mr. Pederman wants me to blog something about raincoats................" |
My facebook friend, Jessie Crick, posted an article from bnet on her fb page by Erik Sherman: http://www.bnet.com/blog/technology-business/content-mill-bubble-no-just-hype-and-a-business-model-shake-out/6929
I read the article and enjoyed it very much. And I will re-read it just to make sure I understood the author's point fully. I think I may have misjudged the overall tone of the article. I was picking up disdain for the "content-mill". It's an honest living after all. For some of us it is directly related to our livlihoods. We need to produce content and we need to churn it so google will love us and then bump us up on the search engine. It's called search engine optimization. It is no secret. It's very hard to do. But if you stay at it and believe then it will eventually happen for you. I would love to live in England being from the United States and be a content writer. But, I am fine with living in Upstate New York blogging about the common everyday things of life. Mostly mundane, I know but, there are content writers and bloggers who pour their hearts out on their blogs. And so when I'm trolling blogs there is a very good chance I am going to come across some very human content.
Thank you Jessie. I enjoyed that article. imo, Everybody is a writer these days. And everyone is a critic. It's always been that way. but now, with the internet. All of us "writers" can get published. Some of the worst writing I've seen have has come from journalists. And some of the harshest critics are poor writers themselves. As far as content mills...w/e. A man has to make a living and writing is a fair way to do that. I for one love googles algorithm. It has provided a lot of jobs to a lot of bloggers. I guess the bubble pops when google changes it's algorithm and we're left scrambling to find the next bubble. cie la vie.
It's not always about advertising. It's not always about humanity. Most of the time from what I've seen it's a fair mixture of the two. I am thankful for google and the internet for bringing the world together and letting me reach out and have the opportunity to meet a world full of people. Have a Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
For The Passings of Our Friends and Loved Ones Recently
There were so many losses this month personally and amongst our facebook friends and family. I felt like it would be ok to just say how I feel about it all. And I'm sure you all would understand too.
Trembing I barely stand
Beneath the weighty blow
of Death's unweildy hand
Wavy figures dark and slow
Kiss me as they leave
An underwater picture
Crying for belief
"Time will heal"
I heard it said
"For those that we have lost to dead"
But hot tears brushed aside as brave
Turn bitter poison past the grave
And Hell seems shallow in compare
To the buring fire of loss felt there.
DEATH
by Sherry Tynan
My friend has died todayTrembing I barely stand
Beneath the weighty blow
of Death's unweildy hand
Wavy figures dark and slow
Kiss me as they leave
An underwater picture
Crying for belief
"Time will heal"
I heard it said
"For those that we have lost to dead"
But hot tears brushed aside as brave
Turn bitter poison past the grave
And Hell seems shallow in compare
To the buring fire of loss felt there.
Monday, November 22, 2010
My Visit to Heaven. A True Story. The Fashions of Heaven. EXTRA
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Gold in and of itself has no value. So, why has man attached such high value to gold? Because, it is the only color on earth that is the same color as in heaven. Every color on earth is drab compared to the colors in heaven, except for gold. That is why we all love gold. It is that little piece of home we all long for. I was standing, tucked tightly under the arm of my guardian angel, in this anti-room, this waiting room filled with the saints of God. They were sitting at tables excitedly waiting for one of their own. A friend that they had not seen in a very long time. There was great happiness and anticipation. I did not speak, but, only watched the grand and celebratory party. I was not allowed to move, not even my head to the right or the left. I was not in the least bit uncomfortable. I felt no pain in my glorified body and the temperature was so perfect in this place, this pre-heaven, it was like floating in the most perfect water. But, remember, I was snugged up tight to my guardian angel. I wondered why I couldn't see more and the Word came to me that it would not be good for me so I squinted my eyes to see as far as I could and the golden haired saints of God went so far back that I could see no end to them. My father-in-law had a lot of friends and relatives! I was able to pay some attention to the fine dresses that the saints wore. They were shining happy people. All youthful and glowing. Everyone's hair was plated up in braids and it was all solid gold. Their hair was golden like the metal gold, but soft and every hair in place and it was their crown. Their golden hair was their crown of glory. Here let me show you. Kind of like this following picture.  They wore dresses of gold lame, of ivory and gold brocade. They were draped in flowing gowns of golden organza silk and lace and fabrics that I had never seen before then. A few of them looked into my eyes. They knew I was there with them but no one spoke to me. They were there for the guest of honor. When I had to come back to earth from my visit to heaven I looked everywhere to find that fabric that gowned the saints of God. I did find the fabrics in a place near my home. A place called Wauregan Mills Fabric Store in Connecticut. The owner was renowned for buying the most spectacular fabrics. I got a job there to be near the fabric. I thrived and had much good luck in that job. The collage above I made to show you a representation of fabrics that most closely resembles the cloths that I saw in heaven. I'm always looking for the good stuff and heaven is my measuring stick. |
Saturday, November 20, 2010
My Visit To Heaven. A True Story
PART ONE
I had laid down in my bed to rest my head all snug and cozy except I couldn't really rest. Early December in Connecticut, it was dark already and the phone had rung a couple of times throughout the night before, waking me up. My father-in-law was lying in the hospital for about a week dying of cancer. My husband, the 5th of his six children was at the hospital with him. I knew the call would come anytime to tell me of his demise. It was a tearful time. It was so sad for me because I loved him dearly. I would miss him more than I could imagine. After his death I used to say (and still do) "He was the last man on earth that I knew he loved me." He showed it in so many ways when he was alive. He spoke to me in respectful tones of voice. He had lovely conversations with me, sometimes sprinkled with harmless family gossip. He told me the little secrets of life and about growing older. He taught me how to fix windows and floors and plumbing. He showed me how to do the everyday things in life that make life enjoyable. He stood up for me when someone was "picking" on me especially if he saw that it hurt my feelings or aggravated me. "Why don't you leave her the hell alone?" a booming command I would hear him shout on more than one ocassion. He helped me without a second thought if I needed money and I always paid him back. He helped all of his kids.
Once, he was sitting in the parlor of my home reading the newspaper spread wide open covering his lap. It was peaceful and quiet and warm and sunny and he looked so comfortable sitting there reading. I burst in on that lovely picture to prattle on about some trivial thing in my hurried day when I came upon that lovely scene. I stopped in my tracks realizing my rude intrusion and said "oh I'm sorry, You're reading". He graciously put the paper aside and told me to come over and tell him all about it. Another time I interupted him while he was sitting at my kitchen table reading an article in a national geographic magazine and again I inconsiderately began chattering while I was sitting there with him. He stopped without a word, peered over his glasses at me, I could see he was considering my silly question. and again I felt like an intruse. But, he took his reading glasses off, set them aside, folded the magazine marking his place and without a bit of flap we happily went into a discussion about my burning question on what kind of material should I use in the future to make my new driveway. It was at that moment that it hit me that I had once again taken him away from his place of concentration and relaxation. I asked him, during that conversation, "why do you stop reading when I interupt you?" "Why do you put your reading aside for my silly little questions?" and his answer to me was, "because your questions are more important than what I am reading. Your feelings and questions are more important to me than the newspapers or magazines that I read." "Because people are more important than things." So we talked some more. That was his character. He had character. He had morals and strong feelings of loyalty and right and wrong. He was fair and helpful. He could be a little judgemental but I just chalked that up to his Irish Catholic heritage. I didn't care about that anyway. I figured his judgement to be sound, after all, he raised six kids and built a cabin by himself at Lake Garda in Connecticut to house them in. How can you argue with a man who built his own house, with the trees on his own land and his own two hands. "Ye shall know them by their fruits..." the bible says. I loved him dearly and I respected him.
I was staring up at the moonlit room thinking about these things there in my fluffy, clean covers and comfortable bed. I closed my eyes and at that second I felt a gentle but strong arm wrap around me and take me into the starlight. I was flying under the protective arm of my guardian angel. My first thoughts were. He is big, he is strong, soft, beautiful. He looked just like those paintings by the great masters. My thought was, "so Davinci saw his guardian angel too." I felt a peace and safety I had not felt before nor have ever felt since. My angel looked straight ahead to his destination and he took me to a place that I never wanted to leave.
I had wanted with all my heart to be with my father-in-law when he passed. I wanted to be with that precious man as his spirit moved from his body into the arms of God. But I couldn't, with six of his own children surrounding his bedside and visiting him it was proper that I "wait-in-the-wings" for that call. And "wait in the wings" I did.
To be continued...........
Monday, November 15, 2010
MY MAILBOX OVERFLOWETH
We all just got through the mid-term elections. What a waste of money all those political mailers were. I didn't have time to read them all. I wasn't interested in spending time reading them because I don't believe anything that politicians have to say or write about. I like to read Ron Paul's stuff and the Campaign for Liberty. After the first glance I went right from my box to the trash can with all that junk mail and dumped it without reading a line.
Now, my mailbox is being stuffed full with Christmas catalogs and increase of credit limit notifications. I have to pull really hard to get the books out of the box. I do take these home though. I like to look at the new season's fashions. I like to order sometimes. I don't have a favorite. I like them all. I keep getting free issues of Allure magazine. I just leave that one on the post office counter for someone to take if they want it.
Christmas is coming whether we want it to or not and it's earlier this year than it ever has been. I saw Christmas trees up in the store right after Halloween. But with unemployment being on the average 12% (and those are just the fellers being counted) I can't say there's going to be much of a Christmas around here. We'll all try to make it nice for the kids. I'll donate to toys for tots. Up here in the north country the kids are damn poor. I once gave a 12 year old boy my own sneakers because he was walking around with just the tops of his sneakers and no soles on the bottom. He wasn't complaining. There'd be no point to that. His mom didn't have the money for shoes and that was that. I just happened to notice his shoes were floppin' and I had two pairs of sneakers and he needed one pair. And they fit him so i put them on him tied them up and threw away the old ones. Anyway, that's Christmas.
I kinda miss the Sears Toy Catalog. It used to be so BIG. As a kid I could spend hours going through it dreaming of the new toys Santa might bring me. I don't remember ever getting a toy that I wanted for Christmas. I don't know if it was because Santa wasn't listening, Santa didn't really care or Santa didn't like me. Anyway, Christmas was a sad time for me. A time of disappointment and sorrow. A time where I saw other families rejoicing and snuggling and celebrating. I always felt so alone at Christmas, even as a child.
When I became a married adult with children of my own I overcompensated and spent months putting together a nice Christmas for the kids. I did enjoy that. One year I made chestnut stuffing ( time consuming but yummy) and I made plum pudding on a cast iron Glenwood stove that I baked in the oven with a glorious crown roast. I opted for that old wood stove for cooking in the winter. It made heavenly moist, flavorful food. But for the amount of time, heaving wood and preparation of the food, my family didn't enjoy it as much as I would have liked ( I thought it was gourmet delicious). It broke my heart right there and then to put an end to that family tradition. It just wasn't appreciated.
I keep my eyes open to what my neighbors need, especially this time of year. I listen to the hopeful hearts of the children as they look forward to Christmas morn. There'll be the one or two that don't know what they want or know they can't have what they want for the same reasons Santa couldn't bring me what I wanted. I can spot those kids pretty fast. And I know just how to get that gift over to them. :)
Now, my mailbox is being stuffed full with Christmas catalogs and increase of credit limit notifications. I have to pull really hard to get the books out of the box. I do take these home though. I like to look at the new season's fashions. I like to order sometimes. I don't have a favorite. I like them all. I keep getting free issues of Allure magazine. I just leave that one on the post office counter for someone to take if they want it.
I kinda miss the Sears Toy Catalog. It used to be so BIG. As a kid I could spend hours going through it dreaming of the new toys Santa might bring me. I don't remember ever getting a toy that I wanted for Christmas. I don't know if it was because Santa wasn't listening, Santa didn't really care or Santa didn't like me. Anyway, Christmas was a sad time for me. A time of disappointment and sorrow. A time where I saw other families rejoicing and snuggling and celebrating. I always felt so alone at Christmas, even as a child.
When I became a married adult with children of my own I overcompensated and spent months putting together a nice Christmas for the kids. I did enjoy that. One year I made chestnut stuffing ( time consuming but yummy) and I made plum pudding on a cast iron Glenwood stove that I baked in the oven with a glorious crown roast. I opted for that old wood stove for cooking in the winter. It made heavenly moist, flavorful food. But for the amount of time, heaving wood and preparation of the food, my family didn't enjoy it as much as I would have liked ( I thought it was gourmet delicious). It broke my heart right there and then to put an end to that family tradition. It just wasn't appreciated.
I keep my eyes open to what my neighbors need, especially this time of year. I listen to the hopeful hearts of the children as they look forward to Christmas morn. There'll be the one or two that don't know what they want or know they can't have what they want for the same reasons Santa couldn't bring me what I wanted. I can spot those kids pretty fast. And I know just how to get that gift over to them. :)
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
welshpoet: Bless The Writers
welshpoet: Bless The Writers: "Sometimes life is strange Leading us down dark paths Where we fear that darkness And can not see where we go Then we find the words That ar..."
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Newest Marine Graduate in The Family
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| James V. Tynan 1st Battalion Charlie Company |
My only Son. Graduation for the family was at Parris Island, SC on November 5, 2010. What more can I say? A picture is worth a thousand words. I believe this is what he was to do. I've known it since the day he was born. He is well trained right out of boot camp. And he looks good in the uniform. Very nice. He will go to camp LeJeune for more training and then wait to be deployed.
One of the nicest things for me about my Son becoming a U.S. Marine is he not only came home a man, he came home a man with a family of brothers.
I know Camp LeJeune. My father was stationed there. We lived there. My sister Cindy was born there. It was a nice neighborhood. I drank bleach and had to be rushed to the hospital to have my stomach pumped. Another time I was sucking on my shirt during my noon nap and sucked a snap off my pj's into my lungs. Mom just about beat me to death running me to the neighbors to make me choke it up. Yeah good times Camp Lejeune. Cathy my little sister ran with a pencil in her hand and jammed it through her tongue just as mother was yelling "don't run with that pencil in your hand!". Daddy was a corpsman so he doctored her up when he got home. Another time Cathy poked a plastic dinosaur toy in her eye during nap time. Daddy patched that too. And then the time in Camp Lejeune I fell out of my bunk bed and broke my collarbone. And I got scarlet fever there too. I still have the gray lines and stripes in my teeth from the tetracycline treatments they gave kids for that back then. Mom powdered Cindy's new little baby bottom with cornstarch only to learn that cornstarch draws fire ants. We were from Indiana. There are no fire ants that I am aware of in Indiana. There they were trails of fire ants marching up to little Cindy Lou's diapered botttom in her crib in Camp Lejeune. We would line up along the fence , about 5 neighbor kids and each take turns stepping in a snake hole (hard) to kill a snake. What fun times. That is where I used to "play doctor" AND feed my sister, Cathy, dirt by the spoonfuls and tiny rocks as "pills" by the hour. After that, grandma came to visit and then we went back to Indiana to wait for daddy to get stationed in Connecticut a few years later.
Jimmy will be living on base. :)
Friday, October 15, 2010
Time For All Hallow's Eve. Blessed Be, is it that Time already?
Goth: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GSQmf36UuuM&feature=fvw
Lady Gaga Eyes Bad Romance: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHVOxhEpjp0
Skeleton Make-Up: http://www.5min.com/Video/Halloween-Make-Up-Skeleton-Face-11036
Sunday, October 3, 2010
A Poem: for The Military Mothers
I was thinking about my son today. He's been at Parris Island since August 9th. He's written me once in all these weeks even though I sent him a sheet of 20 stamps and the last letter I sent was a self addressed stamped envelope. I never was very good in math but it does all add up in the end I guess, doesn't it?
Anyway hurt feelings aside, when my son was about 6 months old I was watching him sleeping in his wooden cradle. In my mind, I watched him grow into a man as I sat there by him gently swinging him back and forth. I bowed my head and prayed he would grow up in peace-time. I prayed he would not have a desire to join the military but I knew in my "mother-heart" that this is what would come to be.
I am the daughter of a Military Officer. And my dad went away many times for many years. And the horror of war was all too real for me, growing up in the vietnam era. I watched the news every night to learn how the war was going and wondering where my dad was at that moment. I had friends whose Uncles, Brothers and Fathers did not come home whole or alive. Those sorrowful memories are a reality to me. My father always came home. And I remember waiting bravely. I kept my chin up until he did come home. And we did, with conscience effort, keep the morale up of our military family and friends around us by having positive mental attitudes until their return. While dad was doing his military duty serving country, we were also serving country by "tending-the-home-fires" as it were. Making a soft place for our heroes to fall, rest and recover after a long-tour-of-duty.
So, as I sat there watching my infant son sleep in his cradle in 1986 I wrote this poem for him hoping I would never have to share it as the mother of a military son but as I share it today with you I am bursting with pride that my son chose to serve this great nation of ours. God Bless the USA.
DELIVER US
Woman
the crush of childbirth is a pinch compared
to have to watch your son to war
Your every nerve stands in vain
Crying
Crying
"follow him!"
Your kisses still shining upon his face
are the stars he carries into battle.
Woman
pray while he is gone
for the peace of your unborn daughters.
Sherry Tynan 1986
aka Swish
Monday, September 27, 2010
Thank You Sushi Das
Please, let's show a little civility and decency. Thank you
Sushi Das
September 25, 2010
A little respect goes a long way. The few social graces left in modern society appear ever closer to extinction.
''YOU are a human being,'' I recently told my four-year-old. ''That means when you're eating your dinner, your food should either be in your mouth or out of your mouth. It should never be half in your mouth and half hanging out. Because that's how animals eat.''
Her retort was deadpan: ''What about noodles?''
I had, once again, been flummoxed by a minor. But privately, I was heartened by my daughter's response because it was evidence that she had been paying attention. And paying attention to matters relating to manners is of paramount importance in our household.
It is my strongly held belief that unless manners are instilled with rigour from a young age, humans will veer towards the default position of boorishness.
Without manners, we would push to the front of the queue, snatch and grab, and generally behave in a cruel and primitive way.
There will always be those who think manners are a stuffy old code promulgated by the nobbery to hold them apart from the lumpenproletariat.
But manners transcend social strata, because there is an unspoken acknowledgement among all societies that a level of formality is required to oil social interaction.
There was a time when elbows on the table were discouraged, we all waited until everyone's meal had arrived before we started eating, people held doors open for others and emotions were restrained in public. Civil discourse was expected.
We don't need to go back to the days when men walked on the kerb side to protect ladies from being splashed with mud or took their hats off indoors. It's not necessary any more. But a level of decorum to show that other people's feelings matter is still needed. I believe it's called respect.
Life would be crude without at least a sprinkling of manners. Yet manners have been under threat for a long time largely because we have less time than ever to devote to them and because we all seem to hate each other more.
And the few manners we have left appear ever closer to extinction because of a growing informality that is pervading every corner of our lives.
On the internet, the medium through which many people now interact, there is a sort of informality in the language, as if we have all known each other for years. In blogs, posts, Skype contact, email and even mobile phone texting we are not required to ring the doorbell, as such, to announce our arrival. We can simply barge into other people's inboxes any time, armed with a beastly attitude and the most foul language to cause maximum offence. It's social terrorism.
Even in the way people dress, all decorum appears to have vanished.
Both sexes encroach on other people's personal space in all manner of disrespectful ways: talking loudly on mobile phones, using uncouth language, even in front of children, removing their footwear in public, putting their feet on seats on trams and trains and so on and so forth.
Often youngsters do not say thank you or please, and simply snatch gifts when they are presented with them at birthday parties. They talk while chewing and seldom say ''Thank you for having me'' when they leave.
These are just some examples of the lack of grace in Australian manners today. There is no delicacy or finesse in social interaction, particularly among adolescents, and everyone is deemed to have the right to do whatever they wish, regardless of the impact on others.
Savagery and vulgarity have triumphed in an environment that no longer requires formality because formality is deemed to represent the old order. Common decency, dignity and politeness are relics. What we have on our hands is an incontinence of informality that has given rise to a coarse discourse.
Manners are not the byproduct of good-heartedness. They must be taught. Munro Leaf's book, Manners Can Be Fun, first published in 1936, is still available in shops for those who do not want their children to grow up to be 21st-century barbarians.
American writer Jean Kerr said: ''Man is the only animal that learns by being hypocritical. He pretends to be polite and then eventually, he becomes polite.''
Manners are one of the things that hold us apart from animals. It's time we at least pretended to be polite.
Sushi Das is an Age senior writer.
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