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BILLIONS FOR WAR NOT A DIME FOR THE NEEDED
Can you believe this nonsense. Now Bush want's to cut a Government program that helps the poor pay for heating bills during the winter.
This assistance program is only $2.16 billion dollars, at the same time Bush is asking for $190 billion dollars for the war. . Call me crazy but are we fighting for a war that may end up killing more Americans here at home than we are in Iraq? . Watch the video and at the end listen to the viewers reply there are some really good ones. * *POLITICS AND TERROR 4 of 12
So now IRAQ isn't enough now president Bush wants World War Three with IRAN.
Back in August 2006 Keith Olbermann did a piece on his show Countdown called Politics and Terror. This was a replay of the show he had previously done. This is a 12 part series and at the time I didn't have the disk space to run it. That's changed since I moved to GoDaddy for my Hosting. With the comment by president Bush yesterday using the WWIII scare tactic I thought this was a good time to run this. As you watch this series keep in mind that great line by president Reagan "THERE YOU GO AGAIN. The Bush folks love to play the FEAR CARD. * *CHENEY AND FEAR 4 of 14
YOU SHOULD BE WORRIED VERY, VERY WORRIED
I saw this on FRONTLINE the other night. It confirms one thing in my mind and that is Cheney is the real president it's just that he does his thing from that damn undisclosed location.
As I watched this video it reminded me about some of my Posts in the past where Cheney said one thing a few years back but today does the complete opposite on almost everything. He's scary. This is a 16 part series and it traces the how Cheney evolved to the crazy person he is today. Good thing Halloween is coming up cause he'll fit right in. He is scary. . . really, really scary. Where the hell is the BIG RED BUTTON? * *WORST PERSON IN THE WORLD
Keith Olbermann picks the three worst persons in the world.
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MURPHY THE DOG: A GIFT WHO KEPT ON GIVING
By Jack Cahill
Murphy's law: Love. Our dog Murphy died last week, on her bed in the corner of the dining room just before noon on a cool but sunny late winter's day. The kind of day she loved most. She was 14, plus a few months. A good long life. We knew the end was near, but we weren't ready. No one ever is. How could you be? As she lay dying, I wrapped her in an old afghan, sat down on the floor next to her and waited. And when her labored breathing finally came to an end and her cloudy eyes stared off in the distance, I had a good cry. Just Murphy and me. Dog people will understand. Those who say, "It was just a dog. Get over it," will not. But I'm not writing to those people today. I'm writing to those who know what joy a dog can bring. And Murphy brought us great joy. I don't think there was a day she didn't make me laugh. My partner, Jack, always said she was an angel sent to us from above. I'm not sure "angel" is the right word, and our neighbors would surely agree with that. But I understand. She was a gift, as all dogs are. Yes, she was just a dog. But she was our dog. And we loved her. Quirks and all. Murphy was a soft-coated wheaten terrier, a feisty lot, and she more than lived up to her Irish clan's reputation. She had her definite likes and dislikes, from the mailman (pure evil) to fashion (keep it simple). She never tolerated poorly dressed people. She could spot them a block away. A sinister-looking hat. A too-long coat. Furry boots. All of that sent her into a barking frenzy, exposing fashion victims for what they were. Hundreds of times I crossed the street, never knowing what to say. "Sorry, my dog doesn't like your outfit" never seemed quite right. For years, we spent each morning in the woods of D.C.'s Rock Creek Park, exploring. And that included the creek. Murphy took to water like her ancestors took to Guinness. She'd wade out until she was just covered, then wag her tiny tail so furiously that a fountain of spray would appear at her rear, an act people came from far and wide to see. And back home, tired at the end of the day, she'd claim my seat the moment I stood up. I then moved on to another perch. It just seemed the natural thing to do. Her dying in the dining room seemed right. She spent so much time there, sitting by my chair, waiting for whatever would "drop" her way. She preferred white meat and warm buttered rolls, but she wasn't choosy. She accepted all gifts from above. But in the end, she would give the ultimate gift: Dying at home on her terms. No vet. No needle. No final trip in the car with her in my arms. Where Murphy once raced through the woods and into the creek, our new pup, Maggie, will follow come summer. With any luck, there will be another 14 years of sunrise strolls, dropped rolls, lost seats. And, over time, Maggie will grow to know us as well as Murphy once did, and love us just the same. Quirks and all. Because that's what dogs do.
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If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons. -- James Thurber
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My God I love dogs.
BTW, what good is a picnic table if you can't lay on it?
Posted by thebscorner at October 23, 2007 03:48 AM