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06/21/2004
The House of Saud
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One thing grandmother does NOT want to do, Kaitlyn, is fill this book to you with quotes and snippets from news articles. This book, as I envision it, will be a plethora of wise and intelligent musings from your maternal ancestor. Though I hope to live long enough that you will never view me as an ancestor, Kaitlyn Mae.
But Saudi Arabia, yes Kaitlyn and I know that when you are old enough to read this that Saudi Arabia might be known as Texas 2, at this time at least it is still yet another stupid middle eastern country run by either a thug, Arabian mafia or inbred descendant of morons with the genes of a camel or two thrown in. Pay attention, Kaitlyn, for grandmother’s politically incorrect version of history will not be in any of your sanitized and revised liberal history books.
In the case of Saudi Arabia, we have the bloated and vaunted House of Saud. Which consists of the moron ancestors, one of whom somewhere along the line stumbled onto an oil field while out nomading for a horny camel. This is basically the House of Saud’s credentials to lead.
So peruse the text below, copied from NROonline. The background is that something called the Saudi “security” system allegedly killed a known terrorist who had cut off the head of an American contractor, Paul Johnson. His name is al-Muqrin though the entire Saudi security system couldn’t find this guy when Mr. Johnson was supposedly still alive, boom the day he allegedly cut off Paul Johnson'’ head they find Muqrin and kill him. AFTER, Kaitlyn, Mr. Johnson had already been beheaded.
Now read the editorial:
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The latest edition of the "Voice of Jihad" magazine — published by al-Muqrin's former group — is now reporting further details regarding the kidnapping and murder of American expatriate Paul M. Johnson Jr. The magazine claims that Johnson was first picked up at a fake police checkpoint set up by terrorists on a road leading to the airport in Riyadh. In order to carry out this task, Johnson's abductors were allegedly provided authentic Saudi police uniforms and vehicles by "a number of accomplices in the security apparatus who are sincere to their religion... We ask Allah to reward them and that they use their power to serve Islam and the mujahideen." There is good reason to believe that the account is accurate — at least one of Saudi Arabia's 25 most-wanted al Qaeda suspects over the past year was also a reputed member of the kingdom's feared religious police — the Committee for the Prevention of Vice and Promotion of Virtue
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Now that’s analyze the many problems of the House of Saud. The first, being, Kaitlyn, that the Saudi princes have been loathe to have an army for fear the army would backlash on their lazy moron selves and take over the country. But with Saddamn gone, the United States pulled their troops out of that country, tired of our soldiers getting killed by the country’s crazy citizenry. America was only in that country to protect their oil. Saudi Arabia has the largest known stockpile of oil on the planet and to have it blown to bits or nuked by terrorists would plunge the earth into chaos and not just in America. The other pathetic countries in the world, Kaitlyn, need that oil more than the United States but they and the foaming liberals in America will tell you it’s all to benefit Haliburtan. Saudi Arabia didn’t invent their oil; their stockpile was not the result of a mighty civilization that labored and struggled to perfect their product. The oil is just there and trust me, Kaitlyn, half the countries on this planet would be plunged into anarchy if Saudi Arabia’s oil fields were suddenly shut down.
Only in order to keep their citizenry, who, Kaitlyn, would like to be free and left independent enough to live their lives with pride and decency- complacent, the mighty House of Saud chose to use their country’s oil wealth to teach their children from birth on that their woes and problems are Israel’s, yeah that’s the ticket, it’s all Israel’s fault. And on to America they had to direct the hate because the hate, Kaitlyn, must not be focused on those that really deserve it, which would be the House of Saud and the eleventy hundred princes who gamble on the Riviera as Saudi citizens struggle.
So by the terrorists’ own admission, and the text on their web site, God Bless America that we have a propaganda war being fought on the world wide web, ---Johnson's abductors were allegedly provided authentic Saudi police uniforms and vehicles by "a number of accomplices in the security apparatus---.
The Saudi apparatus provided the terrorists who kidnapped our citizen with uniforms and vehicles to better aid their crime. It’s as if the Washington DC police provided the infamous snipers with uniforms and cars that they may better kill innocent people from the safety of their marked police car!
And how about this, Kaitlyn:
-the Committee for the Prevention of Vice and Promotion of Virtue-.
That’s a way to run a country and keep the citizenry in line. Create a Committee for the Prevention of Vice and Promotion of Virtue. Must be this committee that decrees that Saudi females are not allow to drive. Can’t have virtue shot all to hell by allowing half of your population freedom of movement.
Last year, Kaitlyn, an entire class room of young girls (but of course women must go to separate schools) were allowed to burn to death because to release the lock that would allow them to flee the flames would be to allow the girls to run amok through the streets without their burqas. Burqas that were in the flaming classroom and all busy burning up at the time.
The short of it is, Kaitlyn, that Saudi Arabia is what you get when imbeciles run a country. The prevailing American thought is that this country will soon implode into itself and I have to agree.
If the Saudi’s new Keystone Kop security apparatus is any indication, the Sauds shouldn’t quit their princy day jobs.
Monday
Friday
The Birds of Serendipity Shore
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06/13/2004
The Birds of Serendipity Shore
It’s not exactly a bird, Kaitlyn, but there nestled comfortably in the depths of my Italian parsley was the prettiest caterpillar I’ve ever seen. I was so excited at the find that I summoned my only spouse who was also fascinated.
It was a bright yellow caterpillar with evenly-spaced black rings over the length of its body. At first I thought it was a monarch butterfly larvae, further investigation and the Internet revealed it to be a black swallowtail butterfly baby.
Some gardeners might take umbrage at a bug eating their herbs but myself was quite proud, Kaitlyn. For not only has the cilantro- indeed all the herbs of my new gardens at Serendipity Shore,-grown quite well, it has met the test of the Mother Swallowtail butterfly. Which, Kaitlyn, thought my parsley patch a fine place to deposit her egg.
I watched the larvae for several days. It grew longer every day and as it chewed on my parsley, its very color turned from bright yellow to an almost neon yellow-green. The larvae is no longer there and she didn’t do too much damage to my cilantro crop. As I understand it, the caterpillar will spin a cocoon somewhere, Kaitlyn, and in due course will emerge as a beautiful black swallowtail butterfly that will flit about my flowers, drink their nectar, and prepare for the fall migration southward.
While I miss the shorebirds of Critter Cove, Kaitlyn, there’s an upside to living in marshy Delaware next to an undeveloped stand of woods. Because a bird I’d never heard, much less seen, before in my life visited my backyard a few weeks ago and I must thank God for designing a Whippoorwill, the only song bird that sings at night.
“Come here,” Billy loudly stage-whispered and waved his hand for me to join him on the back deck. The dogs had just returned from their last exit of the night and Billy had something to show me.
I saw nothing but I did hear a bird singing loudly, very loudly.
“It’s a whippoorwill,” Billy said. “Can you hear it?”
To my surprise, the bird sang the same three notes repeatedly and darn if the syllables didn’t sound like “whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill” with the accent on the second syllable.
The moon was full and bright and later research revealed that this is prime whippoorwill singing weather. Some sources said the whippoorwill will often push its young off the nest during the full moon.
Its song was so loud, Kaitlyn, almost as if the bird was right next to me. And beautiful, what a beautiful happy song this bird sings. And at night! I thought these birds were denizens of Arizona or some such. What a thrill to have one in my own Delaware backyard.
Hummingbirds, Kaitlyn, love wooded areas and this is a fact many don’t know. The little birds love flowers so much that one might not associate the source of their nectar with woodland but it is a fact. Thus, here in Serendipity Shore we have, oh I’d guess around a thousand hummingbirds. So far I have put up eight hummingbird feeders, Kaitlyn, and I fear I won’t be able to keep up come August and the month they tank up for the migration to the south.
There is also quite a few catbirds in the woods behind my house, Kaitlyn, and I’ve always loved the twilight song of the catbird. It’s as if the bird were playing some sort of heavenly harp. The notes rise in crescendo, then descend in the opposite order. At the end of their trill there is a crisp note as if celestial cymbals were softly tapped. The most amazing thing, I’ve had several catbirds come to my feeders!
These are elusive birds, Kaitlyn, birds seen only in passing. Yet there they are, enjoying suet from my feeder right outside my sliding glass door! The cat bird is a softly pretty bird, its body a mid-gray with black wing tips and a handsome black cap perched rather jauntily in the middle of its head.
Finally, Kaitlyn, there are plenty of bird babies all about. Billy and I had to quickly shoo a baby robin out of our yard lest big galoot dog get curious and harm the youngster in the investigation. The baby titmouses follow their parents to the seed feeder and as their almost-tame parents have instructed, they grab a seed whether a human is close by or not. Even more amazingly, the little birds fly down to the iron poles I use to mount the feeders and pound the seed open right in front of intrigued human eyes!
Someday, Kaitlyn, I shall introduce you to the birds, hopefully as young as possible and still understand. Because, Kaitlyn, to appreciate the birds will bring a lifetime of joy.
This is not to say that the bird fellows prevent sadness or human disappointment. What they can do, Kaitlyn, is return every spring, sing their songs and join you when invited into the human eco-system. There’s few setbacks in life that can prevent the quick smile at a pretty bird song or quick glance at passing pretty feathers.
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06/13/2004
The Birds of Serendipity Shore
It’s not exactly a bird, Kaitlyn, but there nestled comfortably in the depths of my Italian parsley was the prettiest caterpillar I’ve ever seen. I was so excited at the find that I summoned my only spouse who was also fascinated.
It was a bright yellow caterpillar with evenly-spaced black rings over the length of its body. At first I thought it was a monarch butterfly larvae, further investigation and the Internet revealed it to be a black swallowtail butterfly baby.
Some gardeners might take umbrage at a bug eating their herbs but myself was quite proud, Kaitlyn. For not only has the cilantro- indeed all the herbs of my new gardens at Serendipity Shore,-grown quite well, it has met the test of the Mother Swallowtail butterfly. Which, Kaitlyn, thought my parsley patch a fine place to deposit her egg.
I watched the larvae for several days. It grew longer every day and as it chewed on my parsley, its very color turned from bright yellow to an almost neon yellow-green. The larvae is no longer there and she didn’t do too much damage to my cilantro crop. As I understand it, the caterpillar will spin a cocoon somewhere, Kaitlyn, and in due course will emerge as a beautiful black swallowtail butterfly that will flit about my flowers, drink their nectar, and prepare for the fall migration southward.
While I miss the shorebirds of Critter Cove, Kaitlyn, there’s an upside to living in marshy Delaware next to an undeveloped stand of woods. Because a bird I’d never heard, much less seen, before in my life visited my backyard a few weeks ago and I must thank God for designing a Whippoorwill, the only song bird that sings at night.
“Come here,” Billy loudly stage-whispered and waved his hand for me to join him on the back deck. The dogs had just returned from their last exit of the night and Billy had something to show me.
I saw nothing but I did hear a bird singing loudly, very loudly.
“It’s a whippoorwill,” Billy said. “Can you hear it?”
To my surprise, the bird sang the same three notes repeatedly and darn if the syllables didn’t sound like “whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill” with the accent on the second syllable.
The moon was full and bright and later research revealed that this is prime whippoorwill singing weather. Some sources said the whippoorwill will often push its young off the nest during the full moon.
Its song was so loud, Kaitlyn, almost as if the bird was right next to me. And beautiful, what a beautiful happy song this bird sings. And at night! I thought these birds were denizens of Arizona or some such. What a thrill to have one in my own Delaware backyard.
Hummingbirds, Kaitlyn, love wooded areas and this is a fact many don’t know. The little birds love flowers so much that one might not associate the source of their nectar with woodland but it is a fact. Thus, here in Serendipity Shore we have, oh I’d guess around a thousand hummingbirds. So far I have put up eight hummingbird feeders, Kaitlyn, and I fear I won’t be able to keep up come August and the month they tank up for the migration to the south.
There is also quite a few catbirds in the woods behind my house, Kaitlyn, and I’ve always loved the twilight song of the catbird. It’s as if the bird were playing some sort of heavenly harp. The notes rise in crescendo, then descend in the opposite order. At the end of their trill there is a crisp note as if celestial cymbals were softly tapped. The most amazing thing, I’ve had several catbirds come to my feeders!
These are elusive birds, Kaitlyn, birds seen only in passing. Yet there they are, enjoying suet from my feeder right outside my sliding glass door! The cat bird is a softly pretty bird, its body a mid-gray with black wing tips and a handsome black cap perched rather jauntily in the middle of its head.
Finally, Kaitlyn, there are plenty of bird babies all about. Billy and I had to quickly shoo a baby robin out of our yard lest big galoot dog get curious and harm the youngster in the investigation. The baby titmouses follow their parents to the seed feeder and as their almost-tame parents have instructed, they grab a seed whether a human is close by or not. Even more amazingly, the little birds fly down to the iron poles I use to mount the feeders and pound the seed open right in front of intrigued human eyes!
Someday, Kaitlyn, I shall introduce you to the birds, hopefully as young as possible and still understand. Because, Kaitlyn, to appreciate the birds will bring a lifetime of joy.
This is not to say that the bird fellows prevent sadness or human disappointment. What they can do, Kaitlyn, is return every spring, sing their songs and join you when invited into the human eco-system. There’s few setbacks in life that can prevent the quick smile at a pretty bird song or quick glance at passing pretty feathers.
Monday
The Mystery That Is Iraq
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06/13/2004
The Drama That Is Iraq
It’s likely when you are adult, Kaitlyn Mae, that the Iraq War will be but a footnote in the history text, if that. Right now it looms large on our national horizon. Grandmother thinks this conflict, and the Afghanistan conflict still underway as of this writing, is a study of dreams, ideals, intrigue, politics, violence and a clash of civilizations as great as any of the ancient past.
I wish I could write a book about it all, Kaitlyn, but I cannot. Unfortunately, your grandmother has no contacts anywhere and besides, it would almost have to be fiction what with the many elements that so have me fascinated. Still, no mind the book Kaitlyn, I can still speculate. History might reveal the truth; for sure some of the military and politicians involved will write a book. I figure the truth will be some sort of consensus of all the parties so involved.
It began with Pakistan. Which is a little country sandwiched between Hindu India and the anarchy that was Afghanistan. Somehow the “President” of Pakistan had to be convinced to a)stop aiding the Taliban and b)allow the US to use the country for a base of operations. I have to wonder, Kaitlyn, what “force” America used to make this happen. For make no mistake, throughout all of the theaters of war and no matter what the pundits and liberals say, America has gotten its way every damn time. Mushariff, the head poobah in Pakistan, I don’t know, maybe he all of a sudden turned into a good guy, a visionary, a Thomas Jefferson of his country. Or else he had his arm twisted and his hands greased with US money. The guy was in charge of Pakistan, after all, by virtue of a coup of the military. I try to imagine living in a country where the military, boom, just like that, overthrows the government. It’s why Americans, stubborn cowboys that we are, don’t want the government to take away our guns. Then, or so goes the logic, only the bad guys and the army will have guns.
Of course, the UN, although the international organization made a gazillion “resolutions” about Saddam Hussein and Iraq, never made a move. Again, America got its way as we went in there with the few other noble countries we could convince (again, how, and why?) to join us, and took that despot and his two evil spawn sons down. They found Saddam hiding in a little piss hole in the sand, Kaitlyn.
Since these two American actions there’s been many more additions to the plot. Additions that cause me wonder and also to speculate.
Like, what’s the deal with the Chalibi guy? This is an Iraqi, Kaitlyn, who defected to the United States and he was the main source about life in Iraq for the CIA and other government agencies. Then one day, Iraqi police, accompanied by US soldiers, show up at the guy’s house, blow a bullet through his picture, and suddenly he is personna non grata. What’s behind this story, I wonder, Kaitlyn. Was America using Chalibi and then discarded him when his usefulness was done? Or was the man really a spy for Iran as alleged? What a character and sub-plot this would be in a “fictional” novel.
How did the fighting in Falujah and Najif really come to an end, I wonder at times, sweet Kaitlyn Mae. Did America really recruit ex-Republican guards of Saddam as purported or did we threaten a big boom bomb on both towns?
Who is the Al-Sadr character, Kaitlyn, the renegade Muslim cleric who somehow managed to muster up a militia of thugs and Iranian soldiers? And how about that wedding that wasn’t a wedding; the one Americans bombed, claiming that there was no wedding, only a gathering house for terrorists?
There must be such wheeling and dealing behind the scenes, Kaitlyn, such deceit, lies and games we must play. I wonder if the UN so quickly capitulated in recognizing the new Iraqi government due to exposure threatened over the scam called the “oil for food” program. A scam that involved the UN secretary general himself and his greedy son, who, it is rumored, skimmed off funds from the program originally meant to provide food and medicine for the Iraqi people. Once the United States got into Iraq and found signed documents involving the French governments and others who did not support the invasion, it seems Colin Powell, our current Secretary of State, has a lot of leverage in dealing with the UN.
Or this all might be the fiction writer in me, Kaitlyn. By the time you read this, all of my questions might have been answered. This missive is written so that you know that at least one citizen during the time knows the entire global project and dimension of this War on Terror has changed our perceptions of war and theaters of engagement forever.
And still the Democrats stand and shriek with a shrill that grates. When everyone knows they wouldn’t do one ounce better than Dubya, and probably, truth be told, a whole lot worse. It’s why America always elect Republicans in times of war in this modern era.
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06/13/2004
The Drama That Is Iraq
It’s likely when you are adult, Kaitlyn Mae, that the Iraq War will be but a footnote in the history text, if that. Right now it looms large on our national horizon. Grandmother thinks this conflict, and the Afghanistan conflict still underway as of this writing, is a study of dreams, ideals, intrigue, politics, violence and a clash of civilizations as great as any of the ancient past.
I wish I could write a book about it all, Kaitlyn, but I cannot. Unfortunately, your grandmother has no contacts anywhere and besides, it would almost have to be fiction what with the many elements that so have me fascinated. Still, no mind the book Kaitlyn, I can still speculate. History might reveal the truth; for sure some of the military and politicians involved will write a book. I figure the truth will be some sort of consensus of all the parties so involved.
It began with Pakistan. Which is a little country sandwiched between Hindu India and the anarchy that was Afghanistan. Somehow the “President” of Pakistan had to be convinced to a)stop aiding the Taliban and b)allow the US to use the country for a base of operations. I have to wonder, Kaitlyn, what “force” America used to make this happen. For make no mistake, throughout all of the theaters of war and no matter what the pundits and liberals say, America has gotten its way every damn time. Mushariff, the head poobah in Pakistan, I don’t know, maybe he all of a sudden turned into a good guy, a visionary, a Thomas Jefferson of his country. Or else he had his arm twisted and his hands greased with US money. The guy was in charge of Pakistan, after all, by virtue of a coup of the military. I try to imagine living in a country where the military, boom, just like that, overthrows the government. It’s why Americans, stubborn cowboys that we are, don’t want the government to take away our guns. Then, or so goes the logic, only the bad guys and the army will have guns.
Of course, the UN, although the international organization made a gazillion “resolutions” about Saddam Hussein and Iraq, never made a move. Again, America got its way as we went in there with the few other noble countries we could convince (again, how, and why?) to join us, and took that despot and his two evil spawn sons down. They found Saddam hiding in a little piss hole in the sand, Kaitlyn.
Since these two American actions there’s been many more additions to the plot. Additions that cause me wonder and also to speculate.
Like, what’s the deal with the Chalibi guy? This is an Iraqi, Kaitlyn, who defected to the United States and he was the main source about life in Iraq for the CIA and other government agencies. Then one day, Iraqi police, accompanied by US soldiers, show up at the guy’s house, blow a bullet through his picture, and suddenly he is personna non grata. What’s behind this story, I wonder, Kaitlyn. Was America using Chalibi and then discarded him when his usefulness was done? Or was the man really a spy for Iran as alleged? What a character and sub-plot this would be in a “fictional” novel.
How did the fighting in Falujah and Najif really come to an end, I wonder at times, sweet Kaitlyn Mae. Did America really recruit ex-Republican guards of Saddam as purported or did we threaten a big boom bomb on both towns?
Who is the Al-Sadr character, Kaitlyn, the renegade Muslim cleric who somehow managed to muster up a militia of thugs and Iranian soldiers? And how about that wedding that wasn’t a wedding; the one Americans bombed, claiming that there was no wedding, only a gathering house for terrorists?
There must be such wheeling and dealing behind the scenes, Kaitlyn, such deceit, lies and games we must play. I wonder if the UN so quickly capitulated in recognizing the new Iraqi government due to exposure threatened over the scam called the “oil for food” program. A scam that involved the UN secretary general himself and his greedy son, who, it is rumored, skimmed off funds from the program originally meant to provide food and medicine for the Iraqi people. Once the United States got into Iraq and found signed documents involving the French governments and others who did not support the invasion, it seems Colin Powell, our current Secretary of State, has a lot of leverage in dealing with the UN.
Or this all might be the fiction writer in me, Kaitlyn. By the time you read this, all of my questions might have been answered. This missive is written so that you know that at least one citizen during the time knows the entire global project and dimension of this War on Terror has changed our perceptions of war and theaters of engagement forever.
And still the Democrats stand and shriek with a shrill that grates. When everyone knows they wouldn’t do one ounce better than Dubya, and probably, truth be told, a whole lot worse. It’s why America always elect Republicans in times of war in this modern era.
Friday
The Joke That Is Global Warming
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06/08/2004
Global Warming
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Kaitlyn, Grandmother likes to pretend to write fiction and as such, she is extremely jealous that the junk science concept of Global Warming was invented by a group of humanity not normally associated with fiction.
Way I figure, a bunch of bored would-be scientists sat around one day and decided that the earth’s air was getting too hot and they needed to write a thesis about it.
Allegedly human beings are pouring too much of something or other into the atmosphere and it’s burning a hole in the ozone layer. Now, hoo boy, it’s panic time across the planet as the vaunted United Nations tries to get the countries of the world to agree to cut down on their emissions.
Only, get this, Kaitlyn, there’s that little bit about the larger industrialized nations, like, say, the United States, would have to go first.
All of this based on a fiction based on no reality but some weird guys’ invention.
This is assuming that Kaitlyn, in her day and age when she might be reading this missive is able to see the text for the burning smog allowed to linger by that weak ozone layer.
In this case, Kaitlyn, Grandmother was wrong.
I am not worried, however, Kaitlyn, because there can only be so much threat of damage to the environment that doesn’t happen before the Global Warming jerks are considered to be crying wolf.
This past week a movie was released called “The Day After Tomorrow”. Take note, sweet Kaitlyn, that this is a MOVIE! Yes, a movie conceived, executed and filmed in Hollywood which is a fine thing, Kaitlyn as even Grandmother enjoys a movie now and again.
The silly liberals, Kaitlyn, are out there shouting “I Told You So!” all because this movie-A MOVIE, KAITLYN!- and by its very definition, fiction-finally shows how all of mankind is going to be undone and destroyed by a wrathful nature deprived of its protective ozone layer.
Sheesh.
And get this, Kaitlyn Mae and don’t let them change the history books, the politicians are using this movie to scorn us imbeciles that why didn’t we listen?
Al Gore, failed presidential candidate and failed thief of a national election, is one such politician. How sad when we must use a movie as proof of our point. Then there are not many sadder and more pathetic than Al Gore.
The poorly-performing nations of the world wanted the United States to sign the Kyoto Treaty. Which was, Kaitlyn, an agreement that everyone on the planet could go about their business per normal except the United States. America must plunge itself back into the dark ages per the infamous Treaty.
Now it could be, and I’m just throwing it out there, Kaitlyn, that these countries are using this junk science as pretext to hold America back.
The senate voted against American participation in the Kyoto treaty, get this…..one hundred to none. Though the wonderful President Clinton of oval office oral ministrations, said he would sign it. Even that idiot knew he would sign no such thing, that the congress would never agree.
And why should we?
Hey, Grandmother writes fiction. I could write up something like, oh I don’t know, the dirt of our earth needs a rest as we humans are using it too much to grow food and such. Then I get some backwards nations to draft up a resolution that only America doesn't get to use the soil for ten years in order to save the dirt.
Assuming Bill Clinton or his type is President, America agrees and within ten years, boom, all the humans in America are dead from starvation.
Boom again, it’s one way the backwards can defeat America.
I never realized fiction could be so powerful.
Watch the movie, Kaitlyn, and have a laugh.
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06/08/2004
Global Warming
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Kaitlyn, Grandmother likes to pretend to write fiction and as such, she is extremely jealous that the junk science concept of Global Warming was invented by a group of humanity not normally associated with fiction.
Way I figure, a bunch of bored would-be scientists sat around one day and decided that the earth’s air was getting too hot and they needed to write a thesis about it.
Allegedly human beings are pouring too much of something or other into the atmosphere and it’s burning a hole in the ozone layer. Now, hoo boy, it’s panic time across the planet as the vaunted United Nations tries to get the countries of the world to agree to cut down on their emissions.
Only, get this, Kaitlyn, there’s that little bit about the larger industrialized nations, like, say, the United States, would have to go first.
All of this based on a fiction based on no reality but some weird guys’ invention.
This is assuming that Kaitlyn, in her day and age when she might be reading this missive is able to see the text for the burning smog allowed to linger by that weak ozone layer.
In this case, Kaitlyn, Grandmother was wrong.
I am not worried, however, Kaitlyn, because there can only be so much threat of damage to the environment that doesn’t happen before the Global Warming jerks are considered to be crying wolf.
This past week a movie was released called “The Day After Tomorrow”. Take note, sweet Kaitlyn, that this is a MOVIE! Yes, a movie conceived, executed and filmed in Hollywood which is a fine thing, Kaitlyn as even Grandmother enjoys a movie now and again.
The silly liberals, Kaitlyn, are out there shouting “I Told You So!” all because this movie-A MOVIE, KAITLYN!- and by its very definition, fiction-finally shows how all of mankind is going to be undone and destroyed by a wrathful nature deprived of its protective ozone layer.
Sheesh.
And get this, Kaitlyn Mae and don’t let them change the history books, the politicians are using this movie to scorn us imbeciles that why didn’t we listen?
Al Gore, failed presidential candidate and failed thief of a national election, is one such politician. How sad when we must use a movie as proof of our point. Then there are not many sadder and more pathetic than Al Gore.
The poorly-performing nations of the world wanted the United States to sign the Kyoto Treaty. Which was, Kaitlyn, an agreement that everyone on the planet could go about their business per normal except the United States. America must plunge itself back into the dark ages per the infamous Treaty.
Now it could be, and I’m just throwing it out there, Kaitlyn, that these countries are using this junk science as pretext to hold America back.
The senate voted against American participation in the Kyoto treaty, get this…..one hundred to none. Though the wonderful President Clinton of oval office oral ministrations, said he would sign it. Even that idiot knew he would sign no such thing, that the congress would never agree.
And why should we?
Hey, Grandmother writes fiction. I could write up something like, oh I don’t know, the dirt of our earth needs a rest as we humans are using it too much to grow food and such. Then I get some backwards nations to draft up a resolution that only America doesn't get to use the soil for ten years in order to save the dirt.
Assuming Bill Clinton or his type is President, America agrees and within ten years, boom, all the humans in America are dead from starvation.
Boom again, it’s one way the backwards can defeat America.
I never realized fiction could be so powerful.
Watch the movie, Kaitlyn, and have a laugh.
Tuesday
Ronald Reagan-A Former Liberal Speaks
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06/06/2004
Ronald Reagan
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Kaitlyn,
Yesterday, June 5, 2004, former President Ronald Reagan, died. The man had been cursed with Alzenheimers for the past ten years and frankly, between you and I, signs of this troublesome disease were abundant even when he was the President.
But to say such a thing is to be cursed on this day of reminisces and fond memories.
They say he was a great President, the “they” being mostly Republicans as the mean-spirited Democrats put up a fight when the vote was up to name Ronald Reagan airport after the man.
It is time for grandmother to weigh in on this President. For now, as grandmother writes this missive, I am of a conservative ideology and hope that someday you will be as well. Don’t be coming home with no liberal stupidity, Kaitlyn, or grandmother will beat your behind. At least figuratively.
For grandmother was once a liberal herself and also was her husband, Billy. Though he doesn’t admit it, Kaitlyn, but indeed he and I both were radical hippies, anti-war, anti-big-business, anti-“establishment”. A couple of aging hippies we are, Kaitlyn, but now converted to a zealous conservatism with the wisdom gained by our middle years.
Neither one of us particularly liked President Reagan but frankly this was because he was a conservative and conservatives weren’t then our cup of tea.
The people are lining up by the thousands, standing in line up to ten hours, just to walk by the man’s coffin. Grandmother has to give President Reagan another look.
I find my eyes filling with tears at the sight and sound of the eulogies and ordinary Americans so impressed by one President that they stand in line by the thousands for so long just to walk by the man’s flag-draped coffin. This in the very liberal state of California, Kaitlyn! And I know in my heart that this was a great man and that greatness has been recognized by the American people. I’ve always said we all know great when we see it never mind the intellectual pundits.
Too bad Grandmother was busy disdaining everything the man said or did. For I was a liberal, too cool to be called cool, filled with University snobbism and not impressed by a former actor’s simple words.
And yet, Kaitlyn, Grandmother has been very impressed with our current President, George W. Bush. Here is a man that almost had a legal election stolen from him by the nasty Democrats. He was President during the single most horrific attack on our country’s soil-September 11, 2001.
That attack, Kaitlyn, and I cannot emphasize this enough, Kaitlyn, was meant to destroy this country. The liberals and Democrats seem to forget this with their wild-assed, anti-American rhetoric. Do not forget that one plane was likely headed to the nation’s capital. Where congress was in session that day, Kaitlyn. Can you imagine this country’s turmoil had a large portion of our congress critters been killed in one fell swoop? No other country can hope to cope with America’s mighty army and resources. But by careful and strategic hits, well it could wreak havoc on our economy and basic institutions. It’s a terrorist’s only hope.
And yet we survived the attack in fine form. Our economy is doing great. Our national ego is upbeat and hopeful. Our military coalesced and took out the evil in lawless Afghanistan and in short shrift, boom, Saddamn Hussein rules on only in the form of a little dachshund named Cleetus. The REAL Hussein is locked up in prison, his evil spawn sons are dead, and Iraq is now a free country, Kaitlyn, now formally recognized by the United Nations!
All under this President’s watch, God Bless America.
President Bush is constantly under attack by the opposition party. The man has done more in three years than the Democrats have done in twenty. Sure, the attack on 9-11 gave him a free hand by the American public and sure, an arguably lackluster President did rise to a greatness called upon by the challenge.
President Ronald Reagan brought down the Soviet empire. He called the USSR an “evil empire”, and like George Dubya and his blandishment of “evil-doers”, he was greatly criticized for it.
Liberals don’t think that such a thing as evil exists, Kaitlyn. Hell, they don’t even believe in just plain “bad” as possible. Liberals don’t know my brother-in-law.
So Bush and Reagan looked evil in the eye and called it what it was. They stared down, confronted, schemed and planned, but they got the job done and this country is safer for it.
This formerly liberal Grandmother wonders if perhaps Ronald Reagan was treated the same shabby way as our current President. And I know that he was. Grandmother was one of the citizens busy putting the doddering old guy down any chance she had.
But the United States of America, Kaitlyn, by way of the very ordinary citizens who carry this country on their back, are flipping the bird to the liberal pundits and the University Elites. They simply don’t care what the wiser than wise tell them how to THINK, Kaitlyn. They loved Ronald Reagan and they keep lining up and lining up and lining up. Just to walk by the man’s coffin, Kaitlyn.
For a great leader is inside and they know it.
Sometimes, Kaitlyn, greatness is nothing much more than speaking a plain truth and speaking it loud.
You’d be surprised at the incongruity that the very politicians that we elect often are not even capable of this.
God Bless President Ronald Reagan for this formerly liberal Grandmother is impressed all to hell.
And God, as always, Bless America.
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For information on my book “Everything You Need to Know About Being a Woman Can Be Learned in the Garden”.
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06/06/2004
Ronald Reagan
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Kaitlyn,
Yesterday, June 5, 2004, former President Ronald Reagan, died. The man had been cursed with Alzenheimers for the past ten years and frankly, between you and I, signs of this troublesome disease were abundant even when he was the President.
But to say such a thing is to be cursed on this day of reminisces and fond memories.
They say he was a great President, the “they” being mostly Republicans as the mean-spirited Democrats put up a fight when the vote was up to name Ronald Reagan airport after the man.
It is time for grandmother to weigh in on this President. For now, as grandmother writes this missive, I am of a conservative ideology and hope that someday you will be as well. Don’t be coming home with no liberal stupidity, Kaitlyn, or grandmother will beat your behind. At least figuratively.
For grandmother was once a liberal herself and also was her husband, Billy. Though he doesn’t admit it, Kaitlyn, but indeed he and I both were radical hippies, anti-war, anti-big-business, anti-“establishment”. A couple of aging hippies we are, Kaitlyn, but now converted to a zealous conservatism with the wisdom gained by our middle years.
Neither one of us particularly liked President Reagan but frankly this was because he was a conservative and conservatives weren’t then our cup of tea.
The people are lining up by the thousands, standing in line up to ten hours, just to walk by the man’s coffin. Grandmother has to give President Reagan another look.
I find my eyes filling with tears at the sight and sound of the eulogies and ordinary Americans so impressed by one President that they stand in line by the thousands for so long just to walk by the man’s flag-draped coffin. This in the very liberal state of California, Kaitlyn! And I know in my heart that this was a great man and that greatness has been recognized by the American people. I’ve always said we all know great when we see it never mind the intellectual pundits.
Too bad Grandmother was busy disdaining everything the man said or did. For I was a liberal, too cool to be called cool, filled with University snobbism and not impressed by a former actor’s simple words.
And yet, Kaitlyn, Grandmother has been very impressed with our current President, George W. Bush. Here is a man that almost had a legal election stolen from him by the nasty Democrats. He was President during the single most horrific attack on our country’s soil-September 11, 2001.
That attack, Kaitlyn, and I cannot emphasize this enough, Kaitlyn, was meant to destroy this country. The liberals and Democrats seem to forget this with their wild-assed, anti-American rhetoric. Do not forget that one plane was likely headed to the nation’s capital. Where congress was in session that day, Kaitlyn. Can you imagine this country’s turmoil had a large portion of our congress critters been killed in one fell swoop? No other country can hope to cope with America’s mighty army and resources. But by careful and strategic hits, well it could wreak havoc on our economy and basic institutions. It’s a terrorist’s only hope.
And yet we survived the attack in fine form. Our economy is doing great. Our national ego is upbeat and hopeful. Our military coalesced and took out the evil in lawless Afghanistan and in short shrift, boom, Saddamn Hussein rules on only in the form of a little dachshund named Cleetus. The REAL Hussein is locked up in prison, his evil spawn sons are dead, and Iraq is now a free country, Kaitlyn, now formally recognized by the United Nations!
All under this President’s watch, God Bless America.
President Bush is constantly under attack by the opposition party. The man has done more in three years than the Democrats have done in twenty. Sure, the attack on 9-11 gave him a free hand by the American public and sure, an arguably lackluster President did rise to a greatness called upon by the challenge.
President Ronald Reagan brought down the Soviet empire. He called the USSR an “evil empire”, and like George Dubya and his blandishment of “evil-doers”, he was greatly criticized for it.
Liberals don’t think that such a thing as evil exists, Kaitlyn. Hell, they don’t even believe in just plain “bad” as possible. Liberals don’t know my brother-in-law.
So Bush and Reagan looked evil in the eye and called it what it was. They stared down, confronted, schemed and planned, but they got the job done and this country is safer for it.
This formerly liberal Grandmother wonders if perhaps Ronald Reagan was treated the same shabby way as our current President. And I know that he was. Grandmother was one of the citizens busy putting the doddering old guy down any chance she had.
But the United States of America, Kaitlyn, by way of the very ordinary citizens who carry this country on their back, are flipping the bird to the liberal pundits and the University Elites. They simply don’t care what the wiser than wise tell them how to THINK, Kaitlyn. They loved Ronald Reagan and they keep lining up and lining up and lining up. Just to walk by the man’s coffin, Kaitlyn.
For a great leader is inside and they know it.
Sometimes, Kaitlyn, greatness is nothing much more than speaking a plain truth and speaking it loud.
You’d be surprised at the incongruity that the very politicians that we elect often are not even capable of this.
God Bless President Ronald Reagan for this formerly liberal Grandmother is impressed all to hell.
And God, as always, Bless America.
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