Two more things

The news papers aren't as hep as they ought to be.  Yesterday we were told that our military took down an Iraqi wedding party making us all look tyrannical when by this morning the news announced the weapons cache retrieved at the wedding including a sattelite communications system.  So much for Syria being our pals, but no matter.  The morning newspaper still reported yesterday's news.   Lots of folks will read that and walk around discouraged and for all the wrong reasons, namely, it wasn't the truth. 

The other thing that gripes me is what I saw at the 9/11 commisssion yesterday. The negative side of it came from a woman and a few others who had a lot to say about a Motorola hand radio that was reported as malfunctioning when they discovered it wasn't turned on--human error.   They maintain that the death of several people (numbers are an impossibility here) was due to this human error and they want someone to take that blame so they can punish them for hurting some people unto their death.  Well, first of all, the catastrophe was not the fault of a Motorola radio or its operator.  If not one person did anything to help the folks in those two towers, their death in no way would be any New Yorkers responsibility.  The responsibility of everyone's death that day belong on the shoulders of those flying the planes into the tower.  Quit throwing stones, or be fucking dammned.  I've had enough of you squawking fuckheads.  Okay.  I'm composed again.  Enough said.  I can still emerge, if nothing else, a lady.  So I'm a lady who can out curse an army drill sargent-- it happens.

Him

He has made me know the true meaning of love for he has loved me as no other was ever capable of.  No greater love have I known.  I loved him as I'll never love another for no one out there was cut so perfectly for me than he was.  He has brought me the greatest joy and has made me laugh.  Nobody on the face of this earth has ever given me so much encouragement as he has.  Nobody will ever replace this man and his excellance so few know about.  He is royalty though some of you might consider him a royal pain in the ass, he is that too, lol.  <smiling> I'll always love him all the days of my life.  I hope you all will be kind to him when he is grouchy.  He gets that way sometimes.  Don't take him too seriously when his cantakerous mood strikes.  I love him. I just love him. 

 I love you, sir.  Hold my love inside your heart every day that you shall live.  Perhaps in the celestials, I'll join you.  You mean more than this world to me.  Thank you for every gift you ever gave to me.  But what you so most freely gave, your love, I will forever value.  Thank you for your love, my love.

Rumors

I've been told to grin at others as they wallow in the mud, to grin as a Cheshire cat is wrong.  The man who said this is right.  But you know, the room logs are being blamed on someone I happen to like.  I didn't mention her name yesterday, though, I did try to hint to her what is going on. 

People form the strangest bonds online and they ruin others through forming them.  I'm telling you this, after what I've seen by the nature of these bonds, I have to ask what the hell are you grown ups doing? 

 When I met Emma, my feelings got hurt.  She was more interested in gossiping about Legs than hugging me.  Emma is a gossip.  That being said, all of us who are friends or were ever friends with her have always known that.  I watched as one of Emma's greatest friendships dissippated.  At the time, I didn't care much one way or another for either woman, but it disturbed me that a wedge could drive two people so far apart.  Now, I really enjoy the company of her x friend. 

What is going on in that chat room now, is something so utterly terrible.   Folks are using the wedge between the two of them to harrass the hell out of Emma and to pin it all on Di.   I hate it.  I don't like seeing folks harrassing Emma because I know how it hurts her.  Anyone who has ever known her knows this.  Two, to use and blame it on Di, well those doing this also know how sensitive Di is.  I can't watch this happen, nor can I grin like a Cheshire.  I can't believe grownups are doing this.  I just can't believe it.  What I once enjoyed, I no longer do.  I can't enjoy watching people being hurt by intention. No.  So long to you all.

The Bet is on

Several of us have a bet that involves Lance and Emma.  One bet goes this way: Lance and Emma are trying to set up Larry and Di and have staged a rip roaring fight.   The Ya yas are in on it.  That's the word.  '

The other is that Lance and a lady I happen to like are working together to help the fools to look like fools.  I'm not betting on that one.  I've wagered 5 bucks on the first bet though.

The folks getting wrapped up in this and who are taking sides are quite the fools and if I didn't love one of them so much, I'd say they were all idiots.    Like a  Cheshire cat I'll grin as I watch the little fishies swimming around in the bowl in front of me.  <grin>

Serious Pain

Today, I'm in great physical pain with no relief in sight.  There is not a hell of a lot I can do to alleviate it.  Laughter seems to help, but the stuff I've been writing lately has not provided me with a molecule of laughter.  I'm getting ready to begin two huge research papers, one on Global Dominance-- the same one a protagonist in my book wrote on.  I'll try to do it justice.  The other is going to be the one I wanted to do forever, the one where I'll have to take photos, the homeless story.  I don't know why that is on my heart, but actually, both stories occupy a great deal of me.  I must do them, so that means, less laughter which means more physical pain.  Please, won't you all pray that I do both stories with justice and patience.   Thank you very much.  Chelle

Mismatched

I had this friend that not many people liked.  I liked her.  She was loud, somewhat rude and valued her opinions over everyone elses.  She didn't like others to have their opinions and was stubborn.  These were but a few of her strengths.  I was in awe of her for she dared to be true to herself.  She taught me the importance of that.  One day she broke my heart when she turned her words on me, "It's always about you," she said.  She won't ever say that to me again for she taught me that when someone breeches a trust and cuts you intentionally, they don't get to do it again.  I used to miss her.  I still think of her from time to time and scratch my head as I wonder, "What's it really all about."

The Rain

I figure the adage, "When it rains it pours," was penned by a person drowning in lonliness.