Daily Archives: February 23, 2011

DIFFERENCES


I find differences can be exasperating at times. Sometimes the gap is too significant to toss a rope across, to far to settle someplace in the middle. Such was today. I know, I know, I am a fighter, and I am or can be controversial because I’m not afraid to say what I think. And there simply are somethings I cannot subscribe to and today an event happened for which I am sad but still firmly resolute in my belief that my actions taken were correct.

So, what happened? Well, it started with the blog, really. Yep. I posted a comment about Zero and a gentleman living in England swept in to attack from an angle that had nothing to do with the original comment which was about Obama deciding a law was unconstitutional. Well, folks, Obama is NOT all three departments of the government. What is and what is not Constitutional is decided by other people, not Obama.

Anyway, in sweeps Mr. Liberal from England and he starts in saying maybe we can bring Bush, Rumsfeld, and Cheney up on charges for torture. Now, you have to understand that Mr. Liberal made his living as a designer of military equipment…..i.e.: he was a weapons designer.  So I asked him how much blood does he have on his hands. He said he never broke the law. I said people like you hide behind desks and wear nice clean white shirts while walking around with your nose in the clouds pretending and appearing self righteous wherever you go and  others go out and do the job. So, reality, I told him perhaps if he wants to drag Bush and company in for trial maybe he should support bringing the Queen of England in and subject her to the same fate as he wishes on Bush, Rumsfeld, and Cheney. I also told him that I consider him to be a weapons merchant of the lowest quality, one who denies that any death from his weapons designs are his fault, that he has blood on his hands. But Mr. Liberal doesn’t get it, which is the case with most Liberals, they want someone else to fight their battles, it is beneath them, and then they turn on them. My thoughts: the weapons designer from England is as much a killer as the person who pulled the trigger. He didn’t like that. Aw, too F’ing bad. And if anyone needs to be drug into a court for international war crimes he is my top pick.

Obama now decides what is constitutional???


So, president Zero, now the dictator decides himself what is constitutional and what is not.  He now decides what will be considered law and what won’t and what the government will prosecute and what it won’t….The President is a dictator. He is no the supreme court, he is not the congress, he is the president and does not have the powers he is using.  Why is this jerk getting away with this???

THE BABY


I sat and had coffee the other day, as I oft times will do, amid a swarm of waiters and waitresses all earning their daily dues and was approached by one with a gleaming face who had told me a week before, “I’m pregnant!” So much excitement. So much joy. So many dreams. So much hope.

So, yesterday she popped out the pictures and laid them on the counter next to my cup and pointed to the wee toes, a finger, and, yes, there, right there, a nose.

I’m sorry. I had to step back in my thoughts a moment, but she never knew or would have suspected the thoughts whirling through my head. I’ve lived countless lives in one, and come each day to face regrets more than just a score that haunt me every living minute of the day.

The tiny nose, the finger, the toe swept back the well trod memory of so very long ago when someone I thought was true sat in my car after coming from a “procedure” and told me, lied to me, and I knew, I knew. I knew a tiny nose, a finger, a toe that might have grown and been a man or a woman had been flushed down a toilet somewhere with glowing blessings from Planned Parenthood who stole my child, my child away from me without a care. And for those of you who think a child with tiny toes, a nose, a finger doesn’t suffer from the butchery you are most mistaken and I, I, yes, I suffer from a loss the butchery did cause.

And to those out there who will write with glowing commentary about the need for abortion I wonder if you have a soul or are you just dead inside like the baby sucked up in a tube, chopped up with a blade and flushed down a toilet. So, don’t even approach me with complaint because I will lay curse upon your name and upon your face and hope you one day find yourself flushed like my child was down an open sewer drain.