4fun06, if you keep being disagreeable, you'll never hook up!

That was fun, Thomas! Mine is Kathy, and I can deal.

Grabs her ankles, hmm? I can put my hands FLAT on the floor.
But I'm all about the WOOF, too!

low = rider

rider =

family = emotionally detached

emotionally detached =

Just like he tells everyone he revokes bail on, "Brah, you should have
gone to court..."

I'm down with Duane and what he does. But DUDE ~ in clean conscience,
how can he revoke someone's bail when he jumped bail himself? If that
ain't the pot calling the kettle black...

Glad they're out. Especially Leland ~ WOW! The boy's a HOTTIE!

(I meant hot guitar licks...LOL!!!)

Orgy = decadence

decadence =

guitar = licks

licks =

pms64 ~ Of course I'll copy it to you. Send your home e-mail addy to my
inbox here and I'll do it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Note the original date I got the e-mail...10 Nov 2004. People with no
real connection to the military just get tired of hearing about the war
on the news.

Like I said, here at Ft. Bragg, the planes take off ~ the planes land.
Units are moving in and out on rotation every day.

I can't just look at it like it's a war...those are people's husbands,
wives,sons, daughters, fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters on those
planes! THEY ARE OUR FAMILIES...

Subject: FW: The Blinds. (This is a MUST READ!)
Date: Wed, 10 Nov 2004 15:34:10 -0500

Ronda read this all the way thru. I will make you cry.


Lt. John Jester
Investigations Division
Greenfield Police Department

Subject: Fwd: The Blinds. (This is a MUST READ!)




The other day, my nine year old son wanted to know why we were at war.
My husband looked at our son and then looked at me. My husband and I
were in the Army during the Gulf War and we would be honored to serve
and defend our Country again today. I knew that my husband would give
him a good explanation.

My husband thought for a few minutes and then told my son to go stand in
our front living room window. He said "Son, stand there and tell me
what you see?"

"I see trees and cars and our neighbor's houses." he replied.

"OK, now I want you to pretend that our house and our yard is the United
States of America and you are President Bush."

Our son giggled and said "OK."

"Now son, I want you to look out the window and pretend that every house
and yard on this block is a different country" my husband said.

"OK Dad, I'm pretending."

"Now I want you to stand there and look out the window and pretend you
see Saddam come out of his house with his wife, he has her by the hair
and is hitting her. You see her bleeding and crying. He hits her in
the face, he throws her on the ground, then he starts to kick her to
death. Their children run out and are afraid to stop him, they are
screaming and crying, they are watching this but do nothing because they
are kids and they are afraid of their father. You see all of this,
son.... what do you do?"

"Dad?"

"What do you do, son?"

"I'd call the police, Dad."

"OK. Pretend that the police are the United Nations. They take your
call. They listen to what you know and saw but they refuse to help. What
do you do then son?"

"Dad.......... but the police are supposed to help!" My son starts to
whine.

"They don't want to son, because they say that it is not their place or
your place to get involved and that you should stay out of it," my
husband says.

"But Dad...he killed her!!" my son exclaims.

"I know he did...but the police tell you to stay out of it. Now I want
you to look out that window and pretend you see our neighbor who you're
pretending is Saddam turn around and do the same thing to his children."

"Daddy...he kills them?"

"Yes son, he does. What do you do?"

"Well, if the police don't want to help, I will go and ask my next door
neighbor to help me stop him." our son says.

"Son, our next door neighbor sees what is happening and refuses to get
involved as well. He refuses to open the door and help you stop him,"
my husband says.

"But Dad, I NEED help!!! I can't stop him by myself!!"

"WHAT DO YOU DO SON?" Our son starts to cry.

"OK, no one wants to help you, the man across the street saw you ask for
help and saw that no one would help you stop him. He stands taller and
puffs out his chest. Guess what he does next son?"

"What Daddy?"

"He walks across the street to the old ladies house and breaks down her
door and drags her out, steals all her stuff and sets her house on fire
and then...he kills her. He turns around and sees you standing in the
window and laughs at you. WHAT DO YOU DO?"

"Daddy..."

"WHAT DO YOU DO?"

Our son is crying and he looks down and he whispers, "I'd close the
blinds, Daddy."

My husband looks at our son with tears in his eyes and asks him..."Why?"

"Because Daddy.....the police are supposed to help people who needs
them...and they won't help.... You always say that neighbors are
supposed to HELP neighbors, but they won't help either...they won't help
me stop him...I'm afraid....I can't do it by myself Daddy.....I can't
look out my window and just watch him do all these terrible things
and...and.....do nothing...so....I'm just going to close the blinds....
so I can't see what he's doing........and I'm going to pretend that it
is not happening."

I start to cry.

My husband looks at our nine year old son standing in the window,
looking pitiful and ashamed at his answers to my husband's questions and
he says..."Son"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Open the blinds because that man.... he's at your front door..."WHAT DO
YOU DO?"

My son looks at his father, anger and defiance in his eyes. He balls up
his tiny fists and looks his father square in the eyes, without
hesitation he says: "I DEFEND MY FAMILY DAD!! I'M NOT GONNA LET HIM
HURT MOMMY OR MY SISTER, DAD!!! I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM, DAD, I'M GONNA
FIGHT HIM!!!!!"

I see a tear roll down my husband's cheek and he grabs our son to his
chest and hugs him tight, and says... "It's too late to fight him, he's
too strong and he's already at YOUR front door son.....you should have
stopped him BEFORE he killed his wife, and his children and the old lady
across the way.

You have to do what's right, even if you have to do it alone, before
it's too late." my husband whispers.







THAT scenario I just gave you is WHY we are at war with Iraq. When good
men stand by and let evil happen son, THAT is the greatest EVIL of all.



Our President is doing what is right. We, as a free nation, must
understand that this war is a war of humanity. WE must remove evil men
from power so that we can continue to live in a free world where we are
not afraid to look out our window so that my nine year old son won't
grow up in a world where he feels that if he just "closes" that blinds
the atrocities in the world won't affect him.

"YOU MUST NEVER BE AFRAID TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT!, EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO DO
IT ALONE!" BE PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN! BE PROUD OF OUR TROOPS!!
SUPPORT THEM!!! SUPPORT AMERICA SO THAT IN THE FUTURE OUR CHILDREN WILL
NEVER HAVE TO CLOSE THEIR BLINDS..."

***This should be printed in every newspaper and posted in every school
in America. Of course that won't happen so we'll use the internet.

Mitch, Jimi, Paterafan, I'm not arguing with you; I'm not that way. But
in reference to all of your last posts about "using it to help his
family"...come on now! If it were OK to "do whatever necessary to help
family, then you don't need to watch the news.

Crack dealers are supplying unfortunates with a drug that ruins lives
(the life of the crackhead, the lives of the crackhead's family, and the
lives of the people whose possessions are stolen to feed that habit).

Child pornographers are victimizing our young by preying on them for
their personal gain (both sexual, emotional and financial gain).

Hookers are breaking the hearts of families who suffer because Daddy
spent the milk money on a blow job.

Extortionists...bank robbers...coyotes moving illegals...
THEY are all just helping their families, too.

Do the ends STILL justify the means? Is it OK for all the above to do
what they do...because they're HELPING their families?

I hardly think so.

Kat

Folks,

I'm not defending Andrew Luster or any other accused ~ Lord knows I've
had my share of issues with authority! What I'm saying is that Duane
Chapman didn't "color inside the lines", and whether you are actually
law enforcement or only a peripheral player in the game, you need to
have what's referred to as "clean hands". That means you cannot have
any responsibility in a situation to have the right to accuse another.

I love getting 'amped' when watching these type of shows! But when he
went to Mexico, he should have obeyed their laws in his handling of
Andrew Luster. He didn't, he got caught, and now he's paying for it.

Them's the facts...we ain't gotta like it.

Kat

favorite = choice

choice =

I watch The Bounty Hunter, and it's a good show.

Bounty hunting privledges do not extend into Mexico. When the Chapmans
jumped down there to try to earn that huge bounty on Luster, they
thought they could do things the way they do it in Hawaii. Wrong answer,
Brah ~ they were in Mexico and subject to Mexico's laws...just as you or
I would be if we went.

Against Mexican law, they took Luster into their "custody". In Mexico,
they call that kidnapping, just as if some quasi-authority from (for
example) Turkey and left our country with them.

The Chapmans were arrested and ordered to turn Luster over to Mexican
authorities. They promised that they would, but in fact, had no
intention of complying because Luster had already left the country in
the hands of Chapman associates.

They also promised to return to Mexico to stand trial for kidnapping.
They did not return, and had no intention of doing so. In THIS country,
that is what Andrew Luster did!

In a sentence, Andrew Chapman and Duane Luster are both international
bail-jumpers.

"Brah, you should have gone to court..."

Damn...I just found out this morning that a former boyfriend/current
friend was killed last night on his motorcycle. An oncoming car turned
left in front of him.

The charge? "Misdemeanor Involuntary Manslaughter"...



death = freedom

I was divorced 13 years ago at the age of 35. I'm now 48, dating
whomever and whenever I like, can come and go as I please, and I'm not
even wealthy! I'm just HAPPY.

I have a friend who is a MSgt in the Air Force, and he invited me to an
Air Force Ball ~ the 50th Anniversary of Seymour Johnson AFB in
Goldsboro, NC, and home of the 4th Tactical Airlift Wing.(Hooaah!)

I drove an hour to meet him there (he came down from Langley AFB,
Hampton, VA). We kicked it last night, my friends! Everyone in AF
tuxes and formal gowns. After the ball, we went to a dance club there
on base and slammed $3.00 Jager Bombs. Let's just say I'm glad the base
has a shuttle bus to the guest quarters...LOL!

The A/C failed in our room, and I had a hard time falling asleep. But
just before I drifted off, I suddenly saw the face of a former
boyfriend/current friend, and he was sticking out his tongue at me!
That was his "I like you" genture. I whispered, "Go away, Silly! I
need to go to sleep..."

When I turned on my cell in the truck leaving base, I got 7 phone
messages...my friend that "came" to me as I fell asleep last night, had
been killed. He was on his Harley, less than 2 miles from his home when
an oncoming car made a left turn in front of him. He had massive
head/chest injuries but made it out of surgery and was on the way to the
recovery room when his heart ruptured.

I guess he stopped by on his way out of this earth to tell me he still
liked me, and to say goodbye.

H.A.A.F
RIP, Lou

Kathy

people = animals

Yo Stella ~

I think you missed the topic...

I sure do like you two... Drew (still dealing with that side issue,
remember?) and King.

Sorry, Drew. King posted first:

carnival=freak

freak = abnormal