In Memory Of

There once was a lovely little girl, sweet by nature, beautiful to look at and a joy to be around. Lovely little Laura. An actual true blonde with deep blue eyes, peach skin - small as a child, growing into a gorgeous, petit teenager.

She became close friends with my own daughter and seemed to enjoy being at our house. I always believed in an open house, so that my children and their friends had a safe place to play, grow and learn. Kids gravitated to my house and I, in turn, felt like a second mother to many of them.  Laura had a special place in my heart.

She would always offer to help with whatever chore I was attempting to do.  As a single, working Mom of two...with a city job and a high mortgage...there was never enough time for chores.  I know my daughter has a different view of her, but what Laura showed me would have made any mother proud to call this girl daughter.

At the time, and I wish to God that I had known then, she was a very troubled child. Her home life was abysmal, something no child should go through. For all that she seemed to try to reach out to me, she could never tell me the truth of her life. You know when you think back about paths taken and wonder if you should of done this instead of that? Even though she was being hurt, she was protecting others and would not let anyone in to help her.

When we moved down here, my husband had to be here by a certain date for the union and we still had not closed on our house up north. So, myself and the baby, stayed up north and my daughter and Laura helped pack up the van and drove down with my hubby to our house in Florida.  Laura was terrific on the trip down, made sure Joe did not fall asleep. Lisa had gotten a terrible cold and was almost comatose the whole trip down.

That was the last time I saw Laura. Lovely Laura.

She went back up north, married someone, it didn't work out...she dropped out a bit, wouldn't return her friends phone calls.  They lost touch, didn't even know where she was. During the years, I asked about her, only to be told they didn't know.

My daughter learned yesterday that she died...two years ago.

She had wound up in a commune in Arizona. Death is attributed to a bacteria infection that went directly to her heart.

My heart hurts.

Slaughter of Innocence

 

The Angels are drinking for a reason...

Sometimes I read what's happening in the world today and it saddens me beyond all reason.  This horrific story of mayhem and murder that took place in Connecticut is one such story.

In this country we hold that all men are innocent until proven guilty. In this case we know they are guilty, they were caught red handed trying to escape from the awful scene of the crime.

What kind of human being can attack a family, beat the husband half to death. Tie up and rape all three females, including an eleven year old child. Then pour gasoline on the beds, setting a fire so that they die in the most horrible way.

Treating these guys nicely and respecting their rights is not what my mind is thinking right now.  I'm wishing we were back in the days of the old west.  Right now, the townsfolk would be storming the jail...these fellas wouldn't stand a snowball's chance in hell to survive the night. Swift justice. Not too swift though...pain for them would be good.

I cannot imagine how the father feels. Totally destroyed all his hopes, dreams for the future...his loves.

I don't really know too much about the creeps or their records. But to do this level of violence they have to have had a pretty good track record.  Too bad someone didn't shoot them years ago.

As far as child molesters go I think the first time it happens they should get life or amputation.  I think that's a good choice.

 

One Million? Make it Two....

Dear Sandra,

There's only one way to change America: together. There's only one way to make history: together.

And I'm so proud to have you by my side as we take our country back after six and a half years of cronyism and corruption, incompetence and deception.

Every "You go girl!" and "Give em Hill!", every letter of support you've sent, every dollar you've contributed, every friend you've recruited, every blog you've written, every house party you've attended, every petition you've signed, every time you've shown your support, every one of these things is the heart and soul of my campaign.

To put it simply: I owe the success of my campaign to each and every one of you. And to the skeptics who doubt the strength of our grassroots community, I say you've proven them wrong.

Now I want to share an astonishing -- and humbling -- number: 981,440. That's how many of you have supported my campaign for change.

Let's get to a million supporters.

Sign up your family and friends and coworkers. Have them sign up theirs. Tell them we're about to reach a million strong. Tell them we're making history together. And the person who is our one millionth supporter -- along with one of our current supporters, like you -- will travel with me and my team on the campaign trail to roll up our sleeves for a whirlwind day.

Click here to send a message to your friends urging them to sign up, or to sign up if you haven't yet joined the campaign.

http://www.hillaryclinton.com/onemillion

Here's why reaching one million supporters is so crucial: because working together, there's nothing we can't achieve. It takes strength and experience to bring about change -- and it also takes cooperation. With your help, my campaign has come so far and now with your help we'll have the resources we need to win. I've told my campaign to come up with the strongest field program ever created, and I know you are a key part of that effort.

That's why we need you to ask everyone you know to join the campaign today: friends, family, coworkers -- everyone in your email address book! Visit our "One Million" page today:

http://www.hillaryclinton.com/onemillion

I know you're with me every step of the way -- I see you on the campaign trail, at rallies and diners, house parties and town halls. It makes such a difference knowing I have such incredible support. Thank you for everything you do, and let's hit that one million goal!

Sincerely,

Hillary Rodham Clinton

Well, why not a woman?  It's about time.  Men have hadyears to get it right, haven't they? Have they? Nope. 

You have here a bright, articulate, learned, experienced leader - one that has a passion within her to bring our country out of the darkness that has enveloped it for the past eight years.

And please grow up...I don't want to hear about Whitewater, failed banks or Monica under the desk.  I really, really don't give a damn about it.

Whatever doesn't kill you, makes you stronger...I think Hillary is stainless steel.

For those of you who are non-political, forgive me.

 

Sandi

 

Shake, Rattle & Roll

 

Once again, Japan is being rocked and not in a musical way.  Everytime

I hear or read about an earthquake over there it takes me back, oh so many years, to my stay in Tokyo.

 

For those of you who have never experienced an earthquake, yes - the ground moves under your feet. You can be knocked down by it, I was tossed out of my bed one time onto the floor. What a way to wake up!

So I can understand what the people are feeling over there.

 

I received an email from Aikiko saying how scared she was and the little ones were too.  She had not experienced an earthquake for many years because of living here in Florida.  It makes it doubly hard to think that they are in harm's way due to our  governments stupidity.

 

If any of you are not familiar with her story please look back at my postings and you will see her whole story, it's very sad.  The more people who know about it, the better...maybe something can be done at ground roots level.  Government is supposed to be by the people for the people...not that we are under a dictatorship of rules and regulations that make no sense.  Our laws, our rules are a living, breathing entity in themselves...meant to be fluid for a reason. So they can be changed, if needed, by the people - for the people. 

 

So if you read her story and feel compassionate, please do forward the link page to others so that her story can be told. Maybe we can embarass the ones making these rules if enough of their stupidity is shown to the rest of the world.

 

 

Unbeliveable..total stupidity

I almost feel that I should stop watching TV, listening to the radio or even reading commentaries on the net.

I'm not a pacifist, nor a flag burner. If anything, I've always considered myself to be a proud American, proud of my country and my fellow countrymen.

At the same time, I do yearn for peace.  The kind of peace that allows our young men and women to live a full life in our wonderful country and not lose their life-blood upon foreign sands.

Yes, watching an old time movie can make patriotic feelings surge evoking images of  Mom and apple pie.

Today, one of our respected leaders made several very stupid assertions with regard to Iran.

Let's see...we are fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan. Neither one is resolved to any great conclusion, just a constant blood letting of our youth. Remember WMD? Found none.

Now, we are being told that Iran is supplying men to fight in Iraq.  Wonder if we were to search for the camps supplying these men, would the results be the same as WMD?  A case of the tail wagging the dog?

I am so tired of politicians, their theme song should be "watch my feet, I'm dancing as fast as I can". 

Granted we have to be diligent in protecting our country, but I cannot see rhyme or reason for a strike against Iran.

Four years ago, we should of gone after Bin Laden with a passion that would not stop till we caught the mother. But no, let's spread ourselves all over the place. Are we really in a position to be the world's hammer? Coming down on anyone or anything that we feel might be a problem to us in the future?

I look in the mirror today and I don't see the guys in the white hats anymore.  All I see is greed, money, oil and blood.

 

 

A Terrible Miscarriage Of Justice

Bring Akiko Home!

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I Am Beyond Anger, a higher level than anger

Happy, smiling faces stare back at me from my photo collection. These are the faces I love more than anything in the entire world.

Instead of my grandchildren having a normal childhood, filled with dreams of fairies, goodness and love.  They have to deal with the fact that madmen want to blow up their neighborhood.  They live right next door to Kennedy Airport, for all I know the gas lines could run right under their house...deep below hidden in the earth.

The insidious plot that was stopped by the concentrated efforts of government powers was hatched from pure evil.  Now these evil men with pure malice in their hearts plan horrific events as easily as if they were planning a birthday party.

Destroy JFK? Destroy all the neighborhoods from the Brooklyn tanks through to Queens ending at the airport fuel depot? Has anyone calculated the amount of people who would of been killed?

These terrorists came from different countries, meeting together with a common bond...murder and mayhem done in the name of Allah. 

The rest of us, Americans, came from all over the world with a common bond...give me freedom, to live, to grow, to love, to prosper...no matter what my color is nor my faith...it doesn't matter. This is our dream...the American Dream, and yes, it is not perfect but it's damn close to it. 

I am, right now, a very irate grandma.  The thought that these faces that I love could of been wiped from this earth by sheer evil is beyond my ken.

Fighting overseas is not going to change this. This has to be a grass roots movement, the everyday common man, and yes the irate grandma too.  We must be vigilant in observing our neighbors. If something does not look right, feel right or smell right...call homeland security. I never thought that I would push for Big Brother, but I honestly believe that is the only thing that will work against this type of terrorist.

Andagain, I state...where are the Moslems speaking up against this? When you stand and fight for what you believe in that is what your children remember and will grow up to emulate. Instead, they grow up and strap bombs to their bodies, all in the name of Allah, blowing themselves and everyone else to Kingdom come. Shame on you for being silent.