Return To Our Rights.

I beseech the next Presidency to purpose itself to get back to our constitutional laws.  Begin with the premise that nothing good ever came out of actions stemming from fear.  Countries aren't built on fear; they perish under such a weighty burden. That being said, I ask that we call for the Posse Cometatus Act to be re-enacted. What is that?  It means that no governmental military can act on behalf of a civil matter as was the case of the Branch Davidian compound where 82 evangelical, self contained, self supporting, non-polluting people (25 of them children under the age of 11) were slaughtered as they waited for Jesus to return.  Restore this act.  I ask that the Habeus Corpus be fully fullfiled as a way of justice which disallows a "rush to judgment" in cases where injustice rules our urgency for revenge; and won't hold people without promise of an expedient trial.  I then ask that we reverse completely Clinton's "Anti-Terrorism and Effective Death Penalty Act," so that what happened to the Branch Davidians may never happen here again.

I call for Americans to insist on their civil rights in every realm.  When you call your credit card company for a balance and you are informed your call might be monitored, take umbrage at that.  It is a violation of your 4th ammendment rights. Also, I urge you to vote absentee until we can dissuade our government from the direction it is leading us by refusing to vote via an intranet or internet computerized ballot.  Those eletronic ballots are now able to be monitored by the government for purposes of "fear aka terrorism". You aren't obgligated to let anyone know whether you vote or not; how you do or don't vote. Vote absentee until the message gets out.

I wish to inform you that the only war we are legally allowed to wage in this world is one we declare against a Sovereign nation or Sovereignity.  We are not allowed to wage a war in other lands against weapons of mass destruction, drugs, terrorism.  In fact we aren't alllowed to wage wars against individuals such as Osama, or ideologies such as Wahabi Islamism.  This is a pre-emptive maneuver and stems from fear.  It isn't just unconstitutional; its a violation of the Geneva Convention which even the Japanese honored in WW2, something the USofA helped to put into effect; it is also a hostile action. Make no excuses for our wrong-doings.  Humbleyourselves and apologize when neccessary.  There are other ways of dealing with terrorism and homeland terrorism is police matter.  Train our police.  Inform those living here.  That being said, the rights guaranteed by our constitution belong to Americans.  Friends, foes and all others who are not American do not have the rights guaranteed to us.  Instead of operating out of fear and giving up your civil rights, insist that we carefully scrutinize all others. 

I may seem harsh and unrealistic because so many of you do come from fear.  I won't deny you the reality of what happened to the Towers of our Babel and I won't say the terrorists are right in their actions.  But when something like this happens, there is always a reason.  Look for that reason, I beseech each of you because we must be aware of ways we can prevent this from ever happening again.

I call for a clear and defined separation of Church and State.  State governs the civil realm and may not make moral judgements.  The church takes care of it's believers and their moral instruction and may not make laws in a Civil Rights capacity.  We are one nation under our creator but we are many components of a grander whole. Get the word out to both sides of the coin.

Question authority was the liberal cry of the 60s and I thought they were fanatics, but now I know where they were coming from.  You see folks,  I'm willing to die for truth, yes, lay my life down.  I'm not willing to die for a bag of lies.  We have lost many of our civil rights and if you don't think so, read the Bill of Rights for yourself.  When a government takes away the rights of the people, when intelligent people as ourselves allow this, we have been lied to on every level.  Seek the truth.

So whoever you are our new leader, get busy and restore our rights.  Here first; then we can help by becoming a living example for all the other people of this world.

Remember, if we react and act out of fears (fears of terrorism ie) we allow a new Hitler to arise.  God forbid. 

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Evangelical : emphasizing salvation by faith in the atoning death of Jesus Christ through personal conversion, the authority of Scripture, and the importance of preaching as contrasted with ritual

Fundementelisim: 1 a : a movement in 20th century Protestantism emphasizing the literally interpreted Bible as fundamental to Christian life and teaching b : the beliefs of this movement c : adherence to such beliefs
2 : a movement or attitude stressing strict and literal adherence to a set of basic principles

The two are not the same, yet we have so-called Evangelicals rising to change the laws of the Constitution as they support Bush for president.  My problem with this is: It is a direct violation of our constitutional rights.  There is a seperation of church and state for a reason.  Evangelicals live under the moral precepts of Christianity and need no laws to tell them how to behave.  The government has no right to effect moral laws upon its people but can legislate regarding civil rights.  Remember people, Render unto Ceasar what belongs to Ceasar. 

That being said, I'd like to share with you something Osama said to Bush hoping that the American people would recognize that their civil liberties were being violated.  We didn't hear it and it never made sense to Bush because he was incapable of understanding what was being said.  Bush was like, "So what?"  Eventually the government released the following as a terrorist threat, unable to see it for what it really was.

Osama quoted a famous historical figure as he recited Bush's philosophy: "Restrictions on personal liberty, on the right of free expression of opinion, including freedom of the press; on the rights of assembly and associations; and violations of the privacy of postal, telegraphic, and telephonic communications and warrants for house searches, orders for confiscations as well as restrictions on property, are also permissable beyond the legal limits otherwise prescribed."    Bet you can't guess who said that.

Just know that Bush responded by saying it is neccessary in times of war to carry out these measures (which is a direct violation of the Posse Cometatus Act). We call it the Patriot Act now. Anyway, still don't know who said that?

Adolph Hitler gave this speech to the Germans in 1933 as he proposed his "Enabling Act" that led to the slaughter of Jews and all sympathizers or anyone who rose against the government.  Sounded good on paper and in purpose, but the results were devastating.

Yesterday's Magic

I found out the Governor of California decided to further push women down under the rule of their husbands; instead of walking as equal partners, we are now under the responsibility of the man.  Kind of sounds like modern day slavery to me.  For the past 24 years of marriage, I've paid all the bills.  My husband shops for the cars in our family because I'll come home with something inexpensive and functional while he knows the quality of cars when he sees it.  This is what he brings to our partnership.  I write out the checks; I'm the breadwinner.  So for all these years, the registration of vehicles fall upon my shoulders as does the insurance for said cars.  Imagine when for the first time since I've been married, I can't registar my own car.  Why?  Only the person on the title is able to do so.  When I called the state and I went up to the top to talk to Chou Guitierrez(sp), I was denied talking to him and told to go to my local assemblyman. (?????)  The people in high position of the state are such bafoons ( goons are more like it )  I can't wait to vote the terminator out of office.  The man is a pimple on our legislative ass.

I went from the DMV to the Social Security to get my sons new cards.  While there I was studying Persian Gulf countries.  A man who was next to me struck up conversation and wanted to know what I was doing.  I detected a familiar accent like the one of Ladan's family whom had taken me into their home back when the Shah of Iran was still in office.  It was a sound I longed for over the years.  Farsi is the most beautiful language on earth.  He grew more interested in the premise of my new book, "Beyond The Veil of Lies" and he took me to lunch to discuss my works.  We enjoyed the food and there was a type of magic between the elderly man and  the young rambunctious daughter.  That is what it felt like.  He got tears in his eyes several times and whispered secretively, "you are one of the few who understand--99% of the people here believe what they are told.  We discussed the Holy Terror-- a man of Islamic persuasion; the same man who Bush absolutely hates and will insist the world kills should he ever be found.  Upon parting he said to me, "you be careful.  You are American yes, but you must be careful or..."  I said, "I'm no cleric sir, but I'm not afraid to wear the key about my neck,either."  He cried again and wished me well.   Who is afraid to die for truth?  I fear more will die because they believed the lies.    That's all for now--about yesterday.

Perfect Woes

Perfect Woes
By Chelle Stockman

As I sat in my back yard early one morning, a hawk landed on a low branch just four feet above my head.   I spoke to it in a gentle voice and in like gentleness it peeped back at me.  Until that moment, I had only heard the shrieking of the hawks, never a peep.  Our conversation ended abruptly as the beautiful bird took off in swift flight.

My mother-in-law broke the spell when she announced, "They found a dead hawk with the West Nile Virus up in Dixon."
"You don't suppose that bird was sick do you?"  I got a sinking feeling.
"Dunno...maybe.  They don't usually get that close to humans."
I shrugged under the burden of our environmental woes and my morning meditation took a different path of reason.   I recalled a story one client shared about a woman who came to stay with her for a year.  The woman was from India.  The most impressive thing the woman enjoyed was our grocery stores.  She was amazed at our fruits and vegetables; amazed by their size, their perfection, and their availability.  In India, they get bugs and are much smaller; you know, like ours used to be.  This woman was a total vegan.  She never ate anything of animals, not even of fish. When she returned to her homeland a year ago, she had gained twenty pounds.  Amazing. 
So much of what we eat has been genetically enhanced and altered leaving me to wonder what this does to our immunities.  There are many articles available that warn us about the direction our agriculture is heading which cause our immune systems to break down.  I wonder if the other animals who feed off the same fields become more susceptible to viral and bacterial invasion, too.  It would stand to reason that if we become less healthy and more susceptible to diabetes among other things, the animals would as well.
With the climbing health care costs and the degree of breakdown in our bodies, I thought, "We really are becoming what we eat.  Just what the heck are we eating anyway?"
How can we do this better?  I mean, how can we create a healthy environment for all?  I can't imagine a world with no peeps.  I'd rather not live in that world, but then again, I might not have a choice.  It would seem that in our quest for perfection we have paved a road of woes-plenty of good eats, no resolution in sight.   Bon appetite.

 

Discarded Treasure

Discarded Treasure
By Lana Wolfe

 One morning I woke and decided to stroll down to the local coffee house not far from me.  I thought I'd get a cup of wake me up and do some writing when I watched as a woman entered.  Her face was distraught and she appeared to be fighting back tears on her swollen face-not the way anyone should begin a Sunday morning.  She walked up to the line and peered up at the menu.  Quickly she tried to make her escape as tears fell down her cheeks.  I stuck out my arm and said, "Sit here."  I got her some coffee and we began talking.  She told me her story, one I've heard before.
 She was thrown out of her house by her boyfriend of five years.  It had been an abusive relationship from the start and she finally stood up to him.  She worked at a local store part-time.  At least she had a job, I told her.  The good thing about that was that her boss liked her and if she asked him to go full-time she felt she had a pretty good chance.  Still, she just had cashed her pay check and it came to two hundred seventy one bucks.  I asked her where she was staying.  Her grandmother who was out of town at the time said she could have the little house in the back but that it had been empty and she didn't even have a bed.
 This woman touched my heart and I felt the money in my purse that I had been saving for my rent at the business tug at me.  I said, "So what are your plans today?"
 "No plans cept to sit in my empty space.  Thank God there is that."
 I grabbed our near full coffee cups and said, "You are coming with me."
We began hitting the thrift stores in Fairfield and Suisun.  We must have hit them all- those that were open.  Several were closed because it was Sunday.  We got her a queen size bed with nicks on it, some plant stands, a futon couch, a working radio and knickknacks, one high style table with two chairs.  They needed mending to be sure, but she threw out the cliché, "Hey beggars can't be choosers."  She was a brave lady.
 My car, with the seats down, was filled and we couldn't get anymore into it.  So we drove back to my salon and with the leftovers I had from my salon's remodeling, I showed her how to turn crap into art.  We worked for hours and had pizza delivered then let it dry over night.  She would have to sleep on the floor one night. "I'll be okay," she assured me.  I gave her the left over pizza to snack on and she had the radio.
The next morning I brought my husband's truck and filled it up with our creations.   I knocked on the door and she looked much better than when I first saw her the day before.  We put the few things we had into place and I said, "Hey, let's go to the Canyon Cafe, my treat."  We repeated the same process as the day before, only this time picking up some nice dishes and tableware-all that kind of stuff.  Within days I had spent only two-hundred dollars and she spent about 65 because she had a few bills coming due.   We stopped there but her little place was already more than livable.  It was damn cute. 
I brought her some groceries, just a few things I thought I'd need if I were in her shoes and she sat there crying for the longest time-tears of relief.  I fixed us some coffee in her spiffy kitchenette and spoke to her about issues involving self esteem.  She told me how ashamed she was, that no man would ever want her.  She had been tossed out, used and abused.   I made her take a good look around her and describe the designs we did on the lampshades, the furniture, etc.   I asked, "Tell me what you see in this."
"Originality and beauty," she responded.
I told her, "That which you see, is what I see in you.  Remember, one person's discarded is another person's treasure.  You, my dear lady, are a treasure.  Give it time."
I am so grateful for that little coffee house and for the cash my clients had paid me that past week.  I'm even more grateful for the treasures others discarded.  The thrift stores were our supply.  We couldn't have done it without them.  So next time you find yourself in a problem situation, become proactive, get out, get help and dare to see the treasure in what others no longer value.  I'm so glad I did.  I'm so glad.

The Earth Today

This morning as I sat on the back porch, a hawk roosted 5 feet from me just above my head.  I wonder if it came for the scent of my clove.  When it flew off and beeped its sound, I went inside to tell my mother in law.  She said they now have that West Nile Virus that it had found its way into the foul up in Dixon.  I grew sad.

I got to thinking how we genetically alter all our veggies and fruits anymore and how all the birdies who eat these things have their immune system compromised.  It stands to reason that every kind of powerful and mutated virus or bacteria will wage a war on the hosts body--winning.   The host won't stand a chance.  It is the ultimate mutiny of the ship. 

If this happens to our animals, what is it doing to us?  Note: we can't warn the animals to not eat what is growing in the fields.  They don't speak our language.

The Slain Children in Jenner

Half listening to Fox for fallacy news, I thought I overheard them say the two kids in their 20s were from a Northern mountain area called Alegany, a known place where radicals of all kinds get lost.  I know that they had a gathering up there and while mainstream radicals flocked up to attend the meeting/weekend of celebration, I'm sure some of the seedier side of opposition showed up too.  To hear that these beautiful young vibrant kids were up from Alegany and died around Jenner sent chills up my bones.  Seems this is a repeat of something I barely recall from the 60's.   What happened to those kids?      Is it somehow connected to something that happened in Alegany on the 2nd weekend of August?

The kids as it turns out are Christian counselors and from out of state doing a young  person's trek.   So, who is responsible?  They are kind of trying to connect it to the Zodiac type killer to these kids.   They say that they were slain execution style.

The Hours are ticking away for America--Rise o Children

http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=Gas+Facility+explosion+in+liberty+county+texas&fr=FP-tab-web-t&toggle=1

 http://www.kbtv4.tv/news/default.asp?mode=shownews&id=7102

Two gas facilities in Texas to two shrines.   It is 3:17am here in Californa.  We aren't being told the truth people.  Bush and his family have brought this down upon us.  They have been practicing dirty dealings for a long time.   Bin Laden is behind this as a punishment, killing all the gifts his father gave to Bush Sr.   Check out the facts for yourself.  When you think of the World trade center  from now on, call it the towers of Babel.   This is a Bush/Bin Laden war.  Bush respresents himself as a Christian and that may be however the bible says  you can't dine at the table of God and the devil.  Whatever deal Bush Sr. had made with Bin Laden's father, something has gone wrong.  Who betrayed whom?   This is the question we must ask and ask it from the news media and scholars of other lands.  Skip looking for it through American Press because Bush's buddies control that industry.   Yes.  Please go look at the U.K. sites.  Begin there.  Listen to Gore Vidal and forgive us for our sins as you read it.   Become aware.  This is all I ask.   Begin now.  

Letter to the Times Herald: don't bitch if you aren't going to do something about it so I wrote...

Subj: You See?  Date: 8/20/2004 5:01:26 AM Pacific Daylight Time From: GoddessOf7Worlds To: opinion@timesheraldonline.com

At three thirty a. m.  Thursday August 18th,  I was doing political research on some global sites when I was stunned that we had bombed a holy shrine in Najaf.  Within 20 minutes I was shocked again when Fox showed a huge explosion at a Natural Gas Storage Facility in Liberty County, Texas.    We hit another shrine an  hour later and I sit here now, stunned, at 4:57 a.m. on Friday the 19th.  Why?  We had another Natural Gas Facility explode to smithereens in Liberty Texas.  No one is reporting this but Fox.  I have to ask myself why? 

Back in May, two double tankers of fuel went missing in Texas and were found days later not too far away, so we were led to believe.  Their excuse?  They told us they forgot where they had put them.  We bought it as we do everything we are told by the government and big industry.  My guess is that these two tankers were used. 

I was told way back, by Bechtel and Shell that something like this happening wasn't likely.  UM HUM, sure.  Now you all see why I was so against LNG.  I'm tired of being lied to.  

Chelle Stockman

News Flash

In Liberty County Texas an hour ago, a Gas Storage Facility was blown to smithereens.  I'm sure to keep us from being over reactive they will blame it on something stupid like a smoker.  But, what if this property turns out to be previously titled a Harkin property.  What if.   Bush owned Harkin but came under fire for insider trading when he allegedly sold it off quick to buy his interest in the Texas Rangers baseball team, forcing that company to file chaper 13.  Is it a coincidence that an hour after fighting broke out in a holy shrine in Naji, across the world in LIBERTY County, Texas, the state our president was once governor of, had an explosion of surplus gas?   Do you believe in coincidence?   They can lie if they like but I won't be believing it this time.   It had to be an ex Harkin owned facility.  Yep.

A poem about war

 
Warfast
by chelle

It is five a.m. somewhere in the world.
Bombs cut the sky through for the morning sunrise.
Earth swollen fresh graves, the dead bodies hurled.
War tyrants wanted, more dead than alive.
Blood spattered walls, kiss of devastation.
Baby face grins disappear from the earth.
Lion's den shaken.  The sleeping cubs wake.
Two kings with one missile keep them in sight.
Float the curds to the top, skim charred remains.
Beneath the surface buttered cream spread flesh.
By seven a.m. somewhere in the world,
the starving scramble. It's now warfast time.

The Grand Hoax Continues

So most people are already at the apathetic stage of the "gay marriage" issue.  Soon, the gays will be confined to marriage as well.  Marriage looks great on paper but not all people are able to get married for many reasons-one being based on rules of their church.  That doesn't seem like much, but if you are Catholic, you know what I mean. 

Let us ask: Has marriage become an entity that provides security?  If so, this is a sad comment about the social welfare of the people this state/country governs.  In a country that takes dollars to buy protection whether it be in Homeland Security or "Global Interests", but offers an elitist brand of medical care, limited social security for the aging (something the countries we go to war with, something the countries we get our natural gas from, don't offer), and other such structured benefits such as pension plans through industries along with health benefits, let us not forget the Veteran's benefit packages; why are such benefits allowed only for those who are married?

The hoax of these issues lie at the heart of our urgency to push for "Gay Marriage" under the umbrella of "Equal Rights."  If the gays were more civilly minded, they would see the big picture and help all others in doing so.  They would be awakening our nation to the truth.  What truth am I speaking of? Civil Unions; this makes better sense and allows the people to keep the benefits due to them on behalf of their partners and offspring.  The push for "Gay Marriage" takes our mind away from the real issues our country faces.  Crafty in its design and the fervor it creates in the hearts of Americans, fueling debates across the country, we are having our rights stolen from us.  It is designed to force people under the same roof to seek a contract with the ending clause of, "Till death do we part" while we all know that one in five marriages ends in broken contracts creating our nations number two GDP(gross domestic product) through divorce. So, someone gets richer off intangible products such as marriage and divorce, like sickness and death our nation's number one GDP, which leaves the bulk of our people at the mercy of a system that looks good on paper (like communism) but rapes the rights of us as I type.    We are being bled and we don't even know it. 

Some might say that our country can't sustain the costs of health care.  Nowthat is the real problem.  Some would also say we can't sustain the cost of providing benefits to Veterans, let alone their family.  The states would say, "Though you people have raised your children and have lived together for the past...10,20,30 years, we do not recognize you as being married; therefore, benefits aren't available to you.  And, in companies who provide retirement for their workers it is the same for those left behind because they didn't buy into the hypocritical concept of marriage in a country that allows for every other kind of behavior but determines that some contracts are made to be broken; in the name of profit of course. 

So at the heart of our country's legislative practices the concept of profits over humanity has become the torch of our modern day liberty.

I say go to ground zero and build anew.  Let us reform our policies and allow people who love each other to enter a civil union contract, allow them to do the living trusts which will pass the benefits on to others.  Companies will be forced to advertise for help more honestly by not promising "benefits" they have no intention of honoring.  Let us figure out a way to provide health care without warring at some local office amongst tons of strangers doing the same, hoping to get medicine that doesn't cost 77 dollars a week.  Make it available to all.  If the price of medicine must come down, the price of health care become more affordable, then so be it.  Make that happen.  This of course brings into question the sue-happy nature of our country making it extremely expensive for doctors and hospitals to operate, but that is an issue that side-steps the focus of what "Gay Marriage" is really doing.

Nevermind that marriage is an entity that creates only two things, the husband and the wife; that is just a matter of redefining the word<cough>.  If we go through with this, we won't be addressing the real issues of Social Reform, no.   We will be, through irreversible legislation, voting on and passing laws regarding marriage that will confine us in the long run and serve only the spirit of elitism.

Gay marriage isn't a right--it steals our rights.  This isn't just an issue for gay people, its an issue for all others as well.  What is best for us all?  We may never know.  Let usjust stay heated up about all these smaller issues.  Why should we have to think about anything when others will do the thinking for us?  Let us allow a few to make painful laws that the rest of us have to live by.  We won't even be able to cry "foul".  Liberty has gone to hell.

Surprising--Favorite Monologue Thus Far

"What sophism! And isn't this unanimity of different people in aknowledging and serving a god, isn't this tacit avowal imprinted on the hearts of all men an even more irrevocable proof than the sublimities of nature, if such is possible, that the supreme god exists?" ....."O you who stubbornly resist the arrows of fire thrown by this same god into the depths of your hearts, be at least fair for a moment and, even if only out of pity for yourselves, yield to this invincible argument of Pascal's" "If there is no God, what does it matter to you if you believe in him, what harm does this belief do you? And if there is one, what dangers do you not run in refusing him your faith?"  You do not know, you say, unbelieving, what homage to offer this god, the multitude of religions befuddles you."     Wouldn't you all be surprised who wrote this.  I just might tell you within the next few blogs.

Earthly Senses

A child comes into this world with the basic five senses: Touch, Smell, Taste, Hearing, and Sight.  The level of importance is in that order for babies, Touch being the most crucial for survival. 

 

This is something I'll expand on in an essay.  Wish me luck

Obituary

Hector Colon, father to Hector Jr., passed away at  11:41pst on August 4th, 2004--the same day he was born 56 years ago.    I'll miss you, Hector and I'll help Nancy as much as I can.    See you on the other side, brother.       Chelle

Trepid in Departure

Is it the unknown that makes us tremble?...or is it instead the habits of those we love?... perhaps, both; as the axe comes down and sets our thoughts free. The trumpet sounds out the first of a series, the earthly last call and fear tightens its worldy hold upon our soul.  There comes a time, its title: The Last Moment, the place where spirit joins spirit and fear becomes nothing.  Yes, fear is the child of our world and as mother earth strains to protect her own life by holding us back, we see that the world is fear.  She knows the truth, that we become as nothing, no longer within her reach; we move out of the scope of fear. We have that Last Moment, our first greeting of what is, has always been, and will forever be; then we join our creator in all purity--without the contraints of this world.  What a temple this has been, this house of a lifetime, soon dust and ash.  Gone is the humiliation, another attribute of this world and restored is the light of dignity. 

Soon, Hector, your pain will end.  When we are given the divine call, we too, shall join you.  And Hector?  I will not fear.  Thank you for your character; it flavored our life.  Good night--rest in the place time does not dictate and in a moment we shall re-unite.    

Your Friend

Chelle

Today

I'm on page 82 of my final re-write before a professional edits me.  I am so dismayed by my amateurish ways, but also pleased with the changes I made.  It isn't even about the "to be" verbs.   Those aren't as bothersome to me as some of the structural and content wise errors.   Oh, did I fail to mention that its a tough job, this thing we call "evolving"? 

Anyway,  I dreamt some strange stuff.  I get the feeling that something bad is going to happen to someone I love or someone they know.  Jen-Jen is in Yosemite with some folks I don't know.  This isn't unusual but her husband thinks she is cutting down weeds on the mountain side.  She is gold-mining with some friends who came upon an inactive claim.  I'm really scared.  I dreamt of a white wrecked car on a flatbed truck  I also dreamt of a creamy beige-gold Volvo or Audi.  There is significance.   The third dream, there was a beach I was sitting on in a place I did not know.  I was cold, but the waves were so soothing.  Then came a gentle rain and I went up to the nearest house for shelter.  Inside were tons of young people, but I was given some dry clothes and a cup of coffee.  Through that dream, as comforting as it was, I was still thinking about the dream with the white car.  It would not leave me in peace.  I had to wake up for peace.  Odd, huh?

Blueballs

Ever wonder how the game of popularity  works?  Why people speak things about you that are 1) not true 2) never liked you before but can't stop talking about you even after 2 years of not one word to each other. 3) then start arguments in chat rooms your friends hang out in but you no longer do.    Well, I don't wonder about it.  I do have a friend or two who does wonder about it. 

A few years back, a drunken divorcee whose wife left him for a younger man keeping their house and kids while leaving him no choice but to move away; he popped online and found my friends and I congregated in the Playful's Chat.  Remember that name, Playfuls40s and 50s,  because it is synonymous for breeding ground of malcontent rattlesnakes. 

 We spoke, this Blueballs character and I several times, for about a year nearly 4 times a week. Asherah even met him--the only one from our chat that did, that I recall.   I think I knew every one of his personality changes and he had a few.  He had that terrible temper which frightened me, having been a victim at the hands of a man who claimed to love me--my hubby.  I remember when Blueballs had his dark moods, which was often, I used to wonder if he beat his wife, too.  I never told him that because he would get more frightening as time went on. He hated her and it seemed he would put me in her place as our conversation would take on a twisted tone.  Then a month later, he would be nice, apologize as a rapist might to his victim. This went on from month to month and I wanted to believe he would heal, but he never did. You can see why I quit speaking to this man.  He eventually went off on me because I told him I had someone I loved when he started getting all dreamy like, as if I were interested in anything more that friendship.  I, being married, was suddenly fodder for his verbal abuse.  Now, I ask you folks, why on earth would I want to 1) befriend him? 2) meet him ?3) ever want anything to do with him?  If you can find a reason, please go catch up with this sick soul and take my place.  I haven't spoken with him since Emma threw her New Orleans party and will never speak with him again.  He wants more than a "friend" out of women.  He wants someone who will love him as he tells them to, like he tried to  dictate to his ex-wife in Petaluma, just down the road from me. His daughter and son make him angry too as they remind him of what his ex-wife as he puts it, "stole" from him. It is my opinion that any woman who chooses to become "friends" or intimate with this restaurant manager of a man, will come to ill-fate.  His issues continue to flare up still unresolved.-- targeting me in the chat room I once enjoyed playing in.   I have proof to back it all up.  Someone logged the Playfuls Chat for one of my friends.  That friend sent it to me.  Know that I've never seen this man in person and he has an advantage over me, this Blueballs character, because I do post pics.  But if he ever crosses that line, the slap tickle game he plays with the rest of us will take on a new look.   What I want to know is how come this Blueballs dude doesn't hook up with Tam-Tjmeow?  They are both single, both psychotic, both believe their lies, and both think they know what is best for the world.  Maybe we can bless them with their own third world country and count our blessings that they can no longer re-produce.  Thank God for that!    How is that for leaving a Mark?