Blighted War

Okay, I've been thinking.  This war is no longer necessary.  The Iraqi people are afraid that the United States is just another people telling them what to do and if we didn't they also fear we will leave them vunerable without assistence. 

We should just be truthful and say, "Look!  Freedom ain't easy. No.  Liberty is often elusive.  We have to keepn digging it up again.  The cool thing about it is we all get to dig.  There is a sense of belonging and fairness to it that doesn't draw blood. It's us.  It's who we are.  We made it that way.  Your country you will have to make and remake, just as we have to.  God bless you folks.  God bless us all."

Every day

Putting the attrocities into a perspective that allows me to know peace, or pleasure, and have dignity in the process, well, that is becoming increasingly more difficult.

Good stuff

Yes, that's right.  I'm ecstactic today.  I've got some things accomplished without having to scar myself.  I'm not done by a longshot, oh no; but I'm on my way to better days.  Yes, and soon, I'll truly have time to play!  For now, I'll find a chat room to go hang in, one who won't mind if I do some housework, or even take a shower.  And!....tonight I hope to give myself a body workover, pedicure on up.  Yes indeedy, I'm ecstatic.  Coffee and chat time!  Happy Mother's Day everyone!

Letter to him     Pardon me for inconveniencing your time in the chat room.  So I've shrunk your screen once again.  I had wanted to wish you a good day but the anger welling within me would only kill the day for us both, so I decided to not chase you this time.  I always chase you and you offer me an excuse for that.  Emails are appreciated but you don't like doing those.  So rather than contact you, I'll just write about you in my journal, until one day, I don't.  It's all on you.  In my own defense, I withdraw as completely as I am able.  This time, I'll keep my spirit.

We Build This Society

The abstract has claimed morality and the absolute all virtue while we build our society on tolerance and compromise and have made Economy our King.      Chelle

Forgotten But Not Gone

Sometimes I call to argue, sometimes just to  listen, but my feelings stab me when I can't call; or when I do call, I only listen to the stroke of keyboards, a grunt of dismay due to some wide hipped woman's retorts in an environment I no longer belong.  The laughter I long to hear comes because some other crazy woman talks with a kooky accent like Ms. Quan from Mad TV--again from that same environment I don't belong in.  So while the Odella's and Marnie's of this world reach the heights of their success, I'm forgotten, but note, I'm not gone--just elsewhere searching for an environment where I belong. 

I wanted attention, just equal time as those who cause such great chagrin, but I don't warrant that because I exist, for one, much better in a visual that stimulates remote memories.  They all have each other when they need sympathy, but I'd much prefer a long embrace.  I'd prefer to discuss it but I'm denied what others are so freely allowed.  Would it matter?  Where an explanation would help out, I'd probably get another excuse and once again have the blame shifted on me.  Yes, we used to connect so well, but now he has no time, got got got, got no time--no time left for me.

so another oil tanker is missing...hm

So another tanker is missing.  Seems to me that one went missing a month ago and whatever happened to the huge ass dynamite cache stolen in Northern California (shasta area) two years ago?  Hey, did we ever find that tenth plane that was missing back on Sept 11th, 2001?   And the news wonders if this is part of a terrorist act?  Yes...yes it is.
I don't know how to find the lost or missing articles today, but to find any that might go missing in our future, I suggest we employ "On Star" technology and put tracking devices in all tankers, planes, boats, and rail.  Track our assets consistently.   We have no excuse for missing explosives, missing chemicals, and missing vehicles.