Week Passed-Libby, Syria, Parks, Miers; Lots of Halloween Good Stuff Including Poems/Fiction

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The Lamestream media was whipped into orgasmic frenzy last week over their hope that Karl Rove, Dick Cheney, George W. Bush, Scooter Libby and the White House Military guard would all be frog-marched to jail. Only it didn’t turn out that way.

Lots of news this past week from the United Nations. Which appointed envoy discovered that Syria was behind the assassination of Lebanon’s Prime Minister. Also, England’s anglo-saxon son of a camel George Galloway discovered to have lied :::gasp::: to the Senate committee investigating Saddam’s oil for palaces program.

The Senate did try to take a stand against excess pork in the budget to help Louisiana after the ravages of Hurricane Katrina. Alas, only 15 senators voted for it.

Hurricane Wilma took her toll in Florida and Bush named Alan Greenspan’s replacement. Meanwhile the Moonbats celebrated the 2000th military death in Iraq as expected.

Rosa Parks, Civil Rights activist and an admired woman, died and lies in state at the national rotunda.

And President Bush withdrew the nomination of Harriette Miers from consideration for the Supreme Court.

Scooter Libby Indicted

Soon enough the sleezy lying Joe Wilson will be parading on the talk shows, lying still and smug with Patrick Fitzgerald’s indictment of Cheney’s Chief of Staff Scooter Libby.

A week from now no one will even remember Scooter Libby and if God is in his heaven, Joe Wilson and his spy wife will also be banished from the public consciousness.

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PDF file of Libby Indictment HERE

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Libby, Rove, Rocky and Bullwinkle.

Bush Withdraws Nomination of Hariette Miers

See political cartoon of the week below.


Syria-GUILTY! More Oil for Palaces Shenanigans

The UN’s been doing it’s job this past week. Such as investigating the murder of a country’s leader by another country. Think America would get away with such a thing? Hell’s Bell’s, when one citizen even suggested such a thing, in the case of Hugo Chavez, the rest of the world and UN almost blew its top.

Well Syria’s GUILTY!
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Oil for Palaces, Galloway HERE

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Syria HERE

Moonbats Celebrate 2000th Military Death

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Death Celebrations HERE

Rosa Parks Dies; Greespan Replacement Named
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Greespan replacement HERE

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Rosa Parks HERE

Wilma Strikes; Senate Refuses to Give Up Pork
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Wilma HERE

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Porkbusters NOT…HERE

Political Cartoon of the Week
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Prior Weeks Just Passed HERE
A Halloween Poem

From Melissa, a student in my Fall Writing Class:

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Halloween comes once a year
Ghosts and goblins are always near
As you walk the streets not knowing
If you’ll get a Trick or Treat

You Approach each house to knock
You also wonder what’s around the next block
This is done for scare and fun
Because you don’t know when you’ll have to run

Scary things, happy things and different costumes are seen
Not knowing when you’ll see your doom
You go on and on to enjoy the night
Just to see when you’ll get a fright

Because you don’t when you’ll have to make a flight
Let’s remember to keep it fun
Halloween comes but once a year
And we all can enjoy a happy scare of fear


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Take a Haunted House Tour

Go on. Click on the picture and enjoy this animated tour of a haunted house.
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A Little Fiction and Fun

Just Hanging Around on Halloween

"Are you Jennifer?" a voice called from behind the closed door. I was Jennifer and this place was getting stranger and stranger.
The sound of unlocking hasps and disengaged chains echoed throughout the hallway. The heavy metal door swung open to reveal both my new roommate and my new apartment.
I had answered the ad encouraging "any and all" to apply to share a "bed, bath and whatever" in a "happening area of Baltimore, Md." I needed a place to live and I needed it cheap.
"So what do you think?" Mary asked, as she spread her robed-arms to indicate the apartment we would ostensibly share.
It was strange. The entire apartment consisted of a living room, a galley kitchen, a small bedroom and a tiny bathroom. No wonder the monthly price was less than $200.
I set my pocketbook on the couch, hefted off my windbreaker, and laid it on top. In less than a minute I had given the entire apartment the once-over. It was now required that I give this potential roommate the once-over.
She wore a long black robe. It was constructed of a heavy felt, had a hood that hung down the back and huge "batwing" sleeves. On her feet, Mary wore simple black shower shoes. Her nails were painted jet black and matched the color of her long hair. I was just beginning to peg her as a witch, when she said:
"You don't got anything against witches do you?"
Mary's appearance coupled with this question caused me to be wary. "No. Why do you ask?"
And I really didn't have anything against witches not that I ever thought about it.
Mary flopped down on the couch, pulled up an ashtray, and lit a cigarette with theatrical flourish.

"Cause I'm a witch," she said, exhaling a plume of smoke with the reply. mind acquiesced. I sat down adjacent to Mary and lit my own cigarette. Apartments, even those with roommates, going for less that $200 per month and with smoking encouraged, were rare indeed. So I had to share it with a witch? I informed Mary that I had no cause against witches.
The woman positively cackled. I exhaled my own plume of smoke and settled back into the bowels of the couch. I could handle this, I told myself. Even if I didn't get the bedroom.

Mary wasn't really a witch, of course, and I was glad of this in spite of my cavalier attitude. She was a painter and her paintings were definitely dark. Well, dark is the word I would use to describe them. One of Mary's paintings take the entire width of the small bedroom wall (yes, I got the bedroom...Mary likes to entertain sometimes late into the night). It has the same texture as one of those velvet Elvis paintings, only there isn't any Elvis in this picture.
Rats. There are thousands of rats in this Mary-painted picture. All sizes and all in various shades of grey. The many rats run along a ten foot long frame towards a head, now falling with spattering blood, from a guillotine which has just removed it from its body.
Then there is the picture in the living room. This one is not quite as wide as the one in the bedroom. It is, instead, very tall. It is a painting, again in black velvet, of a skeleton. Entwined throughout, over and under the rib bones and hanging lazily from the pelvic bones, are many kinds of snakes.

While Mary would definitely be considered strange by most, she was fairly normal, if one overlooked her constantly black attire, hair and fingernails. She was polite, considerate and not near as wacky as I would have thought. In fact, other than her appearance and paintings, she could be your girl next store. Complete with man problems.

"His name is Perry," Mary told me one night as we sipped cognac and rested our work-weary bones. "He's quite a good painter and he seems interested in me. If only I knew where I was going in my life."
So far as I knew, Mary had no boyfriends. There were plenty of male voices on the other end of the calls I inadvertently intercepted for Mary. And she went out several nights a week to various functions that she would describe as "doing the art world". But no males showed up in our tiny apartment that described themselves as Mary's boyfriend.
So there was none other more surprised than me when Mary committed suicide because of a broken heart.

It was Perry Robson that broke the news to me. I had been gone for almost two weeks. One week was spent attending a conference on computers for my government employer, and the other was spent visiting my mother who lived in the same state of the conference. I had just walked into the apartment and wearily placed my suitcases on the floor when Perry appeared from the galley kitchen.
"Hi," he said softly, but I still almost jumped out of my skin and spent ten minutes trying to calm down my heart.
Perry spent the entire ten minutes apologizing for the startle.
"Please, I am so sorry I scared you. My name is Perry Robson and I am in Mary's art class. I knew that Mary had a roommate and I knew you would want to know."
My heart was beating now roughly 300 beats per minutes and I gasped..."know...what?"
Perry placed his hand in the small of my back and guided me gently to the couch. He sat down next to me, clasped his hands between his knees and allowed his head to hang down from his haunch.
"Mary took an overdose of barbiturates yesterday afternoon. She is going to be buried tomorrow."

This revelation caused me to start again.
I had just spoken to Mary five days ago when I phoned in to remind her to water my African Violet. I remembered the conversation well, because Mary laughed and told me that African Violets ought to be black.
"Her parents came in from DC to claim the body. She didn't leave a suicide note, but friends say she was depressed."
What friends, I wondered? I was most certainly her friend and no one asked me. She didn't seem depressed at all and I lived with her.
I remained quiet with my thoughts for several moments, then noticed the new painting on the wall. This one was definitely not Mary's painting. It was a painting of a gaudy clown, bent over at the waist and limbs akimbo. The clown's face had large sad eyes and crystal tears spilled down his face.
I walked over to the painting in wonder.
"I gave it to her. She liked it so much that I let her have it."
I turned at the sound of the voice behind me. I had almost forgot that Perry Robson was still here. I remembered the name as the fellow Mary spoke of before I left on my trip.
"I'm very sorry. If you can afford it, I guess you can keep the apartment. Here is the times for viewings and the location of the funeral home," Perry said softly to my back. I still gazed at the painting as he approached me from behind and handed me a card with the scribbled information.

I can't name one specific thing that made me decide to play amateur detective, but it was no doubt a decision mostly made by the ordinariness of the apartment. I had gathered together all of Mary's belongings for packing and return to her family. Nowhere did I see any evidence of depression or intention to commit suicide. Not that I was any expert on such things, but there was always that nag that something wasn't quite right about all this. I decided to do some investigating.

I began with Perry.
"Jen, you only have to look at the woman's paintings to see she was weird inside," Perry shouted when I complained for the thousandth time that Mary didn't seem suicidal. In the week's following Mary's death, Perry assisted me with packing and shipping Mary's things. We had become friends from our mutual and sad task. I also wanted to investigate this guy. I read somewhere that in cases like this to always suspect the boyfriend. Not that Perry was her boyfriend or anything. Or so he says. He was the last male in her life and he liked her enough to give her his painting.
"I don't know anything about painting, Perry. Yeah, I know the rats and snake-skeleton are weird, but Mary was kind of weird like that. The first time I met her she told me she was a witch. And the way she always wore black. All I do know about painting is that painters are usually weird."
I started to light up a cigarette after this invective but thought better as Perry shot me a dirty look. It was no mind that this was now MY apartment, to smoke a cigarette in the company of Perry was torture worse than nicotine withdrawal. He panted and fanned and in general made an ostentatious nuisance of himself.
"Jen, Mary's gone. There's nothing you can do about it. You need to just get on with your life. What say we go get a pizza?"
We did go get a pizza that evening. We shared many more over the next few months. And also dinners and walks in the park and afternoons in my bed. I fell hopelessly in love with the artistic Perry and former love-interest of my deceased roommate. Mary's paintings had been packed and returned to her family. I kept the clown painting done by Perry because, really, he was my boyfriend now and Mary's family had no attachment to it. I forgot all about my investigation and assumed Mary's death to be a bona fide suicide. It was Perry that resurrected the issue and this time he seemed convinced that Mary's death was now suspect.

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"It's Pete Broons. I think he might know something about Mary," Perry said one night as we watched Dragnet re-runs and munched on Chinese.
"Pete Broons? Isn't that your art teacher? Mary always talked about him. She adored that guy...was always going on about how wonderful an artist he was and how...." I stopped mid-sentence and waved my chopsticks in the air. "Wait! You don't think she may have been involved with him? Or...what...he may have killed her?"
Perry reached into the air and pulled my chopsticks down to a level that might save his eyesight.
"He talks about her a lot in class, is all. Might not mean anything. Then, the other day I had to go into his office and guess what was on his wall? The rat picture."
"No kidding," I said to Perry who wasn't kidding. "Well, I guess her family gave it to him. She was his student after all, and to hear her tell it, one of his favorites. He probably asked the family for it as a memento."
"Guy's had thousands of students through the years. Probably everyone of them has painted something. Then, I guess not that many of them committed suicide. Tell you what....he is having a Halloween party next week. Supposed to be a big shindig...biggest party of the year in the art world. Let's you and I go. Get inside his house. See if we can find anything. I been thinking about the things you said about Mary and wonder if maybe it isn't worth checking out. I'd hate to see a murderer go free."
My eyes opened wide with the mention of the word "murderer". While early on I had been convinced that Mary's death was strange, I hadn't exactly thought of murder. Then again, what else could I have been thinking of? An accident? I agreed with Perry. It was worth checking out. He was invited to the party as one of Pete Broons' students and it would be logical for me to go as his date.

The house was the perfect locale for a Halloween party. It sat large and foreboding at the end of a wooded cul-de-sac. The party was in full force when Perry and I arrived even though we were only a half-hour late. A werewolf greeted us at the door and Dracula offered us some punch. I was dressed as a witch, a decision based on cheap costume rental and in memory of Mary. Perry was dressed in an interesting outfit. One half of him was a man in a proper tuxedo and cumberbund. The other half was a Jean Harlow blonde, complete with spiked heels and false eyelashes. He picked out the costume just this afternoon, and even though it looked complicated, the outfit was constructed cleverly and as one piece. I artfully applied makeup on half of Perry's face, and added some extra slick to the hair of his male-half.
Pete Broons' house was amazing and decorated throughout for the party. Huge cobwebs hung from the entryway to all rooms necessitating screams and giggles to all who would enter. Bats crawled the walls and some would occasionally fly across the room to entangle in an unsuspecting victim's hair. Perry told me they were mechanical but quite realistic.
Jack-o-lanterns grinned flickering grins from every nook and cranny. Skeletons hung from rafters and rats, assumed to be mechanical, scurried across the floors. Occasionally, a closet door would be open to have a very human-like body fall to the victim's feet as if dead.
The house and party existed in Halloween pandemonium and there seemed to be no agenda. I lost count at ten rooms in the rambling house, all filled with costumed celebrants, newspaper-stuffed bodies and a cornucopia of scary stuff guaranteed to keep the thrills coming the entire party. There was a real scare for some moments when a body was found floating in the pool. The 911 call was barely squelched when the "body" was discovered to be a dummy.

Since Perry and I were "investigating" we had split apart to perform our covert activities. And there was no problem in the snooping as the party attendees drank, talked, sang, danced and screamed. I looked in every drawer I came across but found nothing pertaining to Mary. I also did not, in the entire evening, see the host anywhere.
That's to say I never saw him alive. When I finally laid eyes on Pete Broons, he was very dead and hanging from a chandelier in the center of the basement clubroom.
"My God, Perry, I hit that body my own self several times. In fact, I was annoyed that someone would place a dummy right in the middle of the room with people dancing and all that."
Perry held me tight in his arms as the coroner's team lowered the body from where it hung. We both should have been long gone, but Perry said he found something and needed time. So we were both in the house when one of the celebrants, at a very wee hour in the morning, flipped on the light switch of the gloomy room to find a dance-dislodged contact lens. And even then everyone laughed and pointed to the dummy to remark at the resemblance to the host, Pete Broons, darling of the local art world. I was two rooms away when I heard the screams and this time the 911 call was for real.
"Okay, when was the last time any of you folks saw your host alive?" Detective Pigeon of the Baltimore Homicide division asked to the now sober group of vampires, werewolves and witches. The assemblage responded by looking to their partner adjacent and shrugging their collective shoulders. I shrugged my shoulders in tandem. I hadn't seen the man all night. I just assumed he was in the house somewhere.
It was 9:00 am the next morning before the police let us out of there. In the harsh sunlight of an autumn day, werewolves look a bit like mangy dogs. Detective Pigeon warned that we would all be interviewed individually.
I had long ago ripped that long witch wig from my head, but it was not until I finally entered my small but comfortable apartment that I was able to get out from under the hot costume.
"Jen, I found some stuff up in Broons' room, but all I could do was grab it. Some real interesting stuff here, Jen. Come on in."

I was wiping mascara and black lipstick from my face when Perry called me thus. I slipped on a nightgown and a robe and went to see.
"Jen, this is a letter, and it's from Mary!" Perry exclaimed, holding out a piece of paper presumably for me to read. With all the excitement of the hanging dummy that was real, I had completely forgot about my investigation into the death of Mary. I took the paper from Perry's outstretched hand and was shocked silent before I read even one word.
Mary loved calligraphy. Almost everything she wrote to include her grocery list was written in this handsome font that she had perfected to an art in itself. The letter handed to me by Perry was written in Mary's calligraphy.
I cannot wait until we are united again. As you know, there is no place for me on this earth and as you promised, you will join me soon. Please take care of my personal effects and make sure my paintings are protected. I will see you soon in the next life my love.

I read the note and looked at Perry with furrowed brows. Shaking the note for emphasis, I paced the floor.
"You mean she and Pete Broons made some sort of suicide pact? You mean he committed suicide?"
"*I* don't mean anything, Jen. I'm just showing you the note. Is that Mary's calligraphy? Sure looks like it to me."
I glanced at the note again. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that this note was penned by Mary. I had seen it enough to know the sharp points of the "N's" and the straight line of the script. Yet, there was something different about this calligraphy, but I didn't know what. While I could not deny it to be Mary's, there was something not quite right. I studied the note in more silence then handed it back to Perry.
Only Perry wasn't paying attention because he was reading yet another letter.
He handed the letter to me silently. His face was ashen.

The note was written in a penmanship I did not recognize.
" I regret this action I feel I must take. My demise has been planned to be discovered during the Halloween party and as a grand joke. I am due to meet someone else in a better life.
Pete Broons"
"My God, Perry. Where did you find this?"
"It was in this pile of papers I found on his dresser. I grabbed them just as I heard all the screaming. I didn't want to turn them over to the cops until I read them."
"Perry! Do you know this is evidence? You could get into all kind of trouble."
Perry shrugged. "When the cops get here, I'll give them the papers. Heck, I'll just tell them the truth. Pete Broons and Mary each killed themselves as part of a strange suicide pact. Case closed, I guess." Perry shrugged his shoulders again.
I sat down next to Perry and helped look through the papers. I found nothing more beside the suicide notes from Mary and Pete. The rest of the papers were business stuff, cancelled checks, notes, lists, the bureaucracy of life. Toward the bottom of the pile, I pulled out a snapshot of Pete Broons.
He had to be much younger in the picture. According to Perry, the art teacher was almost sixty years old. The fellow in this picture was no more than 35. It was definitely identifiable as a younger Pete Broons. For the second time that evening, something caught my eye. As I regarded the calligraphy of Mary, I also gazed at the picture of her dead art teacher. And for the second time that evening, I set down the source, the puzzlement unsatisfied.

I don't know where Perry is now. He is gone forever from my life, but never from my heart. I loved him dearly.
A few hours after Perry left, Detective Pigeon stopped by.

"Miss Salford, do you recognize this?" the Detective said, as he held up two of my bobbypins. I told him that they were my bobbypins and used to hold on my witch wig.
"Interesting. We found them in the cuff of the dead man's pants."

In the hour after Perry left, I renewed my investigation. This time, I found some results.
The calligraphy note. I studied if for five minutes when I realized what was wrong. It was the letter "U". In the style of old-time calligraphy, Mary always carefully penned a calligraphic "V". So that the word UNION should look like VNION. I had often argued with Mary over this strange habit and especially when she left me a note to plug in the air conditioner unit that had me wondering for hours what the heck was an air conditioner vnit. The "U's" in Mary's suicide note were plain "U's", as in not "V's". And they were placed so prominently at the beginning of the note, I had no doubt that she intended for such a slip to be noticed.
Then there was the picture of Pete Broons. It was his eyes. While I had never met the art teacher when he lived, I felt as if he were someone that I had seen many times before. And he was. The face in that picture of the young Pete Broons was the same face that sadly regarded me every day from my living room wall. It was the face of the clown.
I walked over to the painting that early morning of my investigation. As I stared thoughtfully into the face of the clown, I noticed the tiny scribble signature of the painter in the lower right-hand corner of the painting. I had to scout down a magnifying glass to see it clearly, but upon inspection, it very clearly read "Perry Broons".
Still in investigative mode, I silently mouthed the words..."PERRY Broons?" Why Perry Broons, I wondered.
I stared into the eyes of the clown for some more moments and I remembered then two more places I have seen those eyes. One person was none other then Perry. The other person existed in my memory as a faded newspaper picture.

"Father suspected in abuse slaying of 5 year old daughter. Peter Broons of Riviera Beach has been arrested by Baltimore County police for the death of his daughter, Amanda Broons, who died in the emergency room of Arundel Hospital from suspicious injuries....."
I found the article in the library just an hour later. There was a picture of Amanda Broons. She had the same eyes as the clown.
Amanda Broons had a younger brother. He couldn't have been more than two at the time. His name was Perry.
So I claimed ownership of the two bobbypins found in Pete Broons pants cuffs and also turned over the papers Perry found to Detective Pigeon. I have heard no more from the police. I assume that have accepted the dual suicide pact theory.
It's been two years. I receive letters from Perry at least once a month. Yes, Pete Broons was his father and yes, he "assisted" him in his hanging. Yes, Perry knows I could turn him over to the police, even with just the letters of admission. But I haven't yet, have I? I must still love him, no? And I must understand why he did what he did. And he is still sorry about Mary, but she provided the perfect motive. Would I ever forgive him? Do I still love him?
I sit quiet in my small living room. The clown painting has been taken down. For some time, I thought the sad clown only added to my loneliness. But even with it gone, my heart aches for Perry Robson. With a little rearrangement of the letters, it becomes Perry Broons.
Even if I could mount some sort of defense of the actions taken by Perry, I am stopped by the thought of Mary's calligraphy.
Was Mary's death assisted also? Was she sending a message in the suicide note she may have been forced to write as Pete Broons was forced to write his? If justification for the death of Pete Broons could be made, what justification was there for the innocent Mary?
I encourage the letters from Perry, both because I still love him with all my heart and because I am waiting for him to acknowledge any culpability in the death of Mary.

Then I shall go to the police.

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Daily Update-10/29/05-Rocky, Bullwinkle, Plame and Wilson

Day- Saturday Date- 10/29/05


Rocky and Bullwinkle

Yesterday, a Friday with a 10/28/05 date in this year of our Lord, the vaunted prosecutor Patrick Fitzgerald spent over ten million taxpayer dollars to hand down five indictments to VP Cheney's Chief of Staff, Scooter Libby.

It was Occam's Razor run amok.

Here's what happened. A sleazy diplomat, Joe Wilson, went to Niger on a self-appointed jaunt to get at the truth about Iraqi attempts to purchase yellowcake uranium. There are so many lies and twists and distortions about Wilson, and his outed CIA agent wife, Valerie Plame, I simply can't go there. Trust if this were a cartoon, it would be Rocky the Flying Squirrel. Joe Wilson would be Boris Badnov. Valerie would be Boris' sidekick Natasha Fatale. Rocky would be, of course, Scooter Libby, with his sidekick, Bullwinkle, represented by Carl Rove.

Patrick Fitzgerald is on the side of the "good guys" as Captain Peter "Wrong Way" Peachfuzz.

We do not know who "Fearless Leader" is, as we did not during the Rocky cartoon and as we do not in the Wilson/Plame/Scooter real life cartoon.

We do know that a Fearless Leader sent Joe Badnov off to find out if the deadly enemy of Frostbite Falls Minnesota, Pottsylvania colony Niger, was making yellow corn meal in such abundance it could wipe out Frostbite Falls' crop of flour, thus wiping Frostbite Falls' off the planet. Joe Badnov did discover Niger making yellow corn meal in great quantities but, perhaps at Fearless Leader's instruction, instead chose to report that Niger was not making any yellow corn meal, that Frostbite Falls' flour crop is safe, and any attempt by Rocky to invade Pottsylvania's colony would be based on an erroneous assumption. Jo Badnov even decided to report these lies in Frostbite Falls' largest newspaper, The Icicle.

Bullwinkle, meanwhile, is very upset over Joe Badnov's lies, and Rocky is already out and about and in action.

Image hosted by "Rocky, you can't go telling that Valerie Fatale is an agent in the Frostbite Falls' Somewhat Intelligence Agency. She is under deep cover," Bullwinkle lamented as Rocky was on the phone furiously phoning every reporter in Frostbite Falls.

"Bullwinkle," Rocky said in a high-pitched and excited voice, "Joe Badnov is just telling lies and if I don't do something Frostbite Falls' will be history, along with its flour crop. And that Fatale woman is no more under cover than I am. Her picture was just on the front of the Frostbite Feature this week. She was wearing sunglasses so she would look like a spy."

Rocky phoned all the journalists in Frostbite Falls, informing them that Valerie Fatale was the one who sent Joe Badnov on that trip to Niger and that Valerie worked at the Somewhat Intelligence Agency.

Joe Badnov, his wife Valerie, and Fearless Leader held a confab. They snickered and decided they would get even with Rocky the Squirrel fellow for trying to get the truth out.

"We'll demand a special prosecutor to look into this Rocky and Bullwinkle and how they revealed your undercover status at the Somewhat Intelligence Agency," Joe Badnov told his ravishing partner Valerie Fatale."

"Darling, I haven't worked undercover for the Somewhat Intelligence Agency for several years now," the ravishing Valerie Fatale responded after taking a long draw on her cigarette that dangled from it's diamond-encrusted holder.

"It doesn't matter, my darling beautiful spy," Joe Badnov responded to his gorgeous wife, holding her tightly to his body as he rubbed his mustache with evil glee. "It's just the yelling and hollering of the Frostbite Falls press that we want. We need to make it look like Rocky and Bullwinkle lied as a basis for attack on our beautiful Pottsylvania and its colony. If we're lucky," Joe Badnov continued, "we'll get Captain Peter "Wrong Way" Peachfuzz."

Indeed Captain Peter "Wrong Way" Peachfuzz was assigned to look into the case of Rocky and Bullwinkle's revelation of something so awful as the truth to the press of Frostbite Falls.

"Don't worry, Bullwinkle. Captain Peter "Wrong Way" Peachfuzz is a noble Frostbite Falls resident. He won't send you or me to jail for telling the truth," Rocky tried to soothe a worried Bullwinkle once Peachfuzz' investigation was under way.

"But Rocky, what are you going to tell that Frostbite Falls' grand jury when they ask who told you about Valerie Fatale's real job at the Somewhat Intelligence Agency? You know your boss told you what she did. Peachfuzz might think you were leaking classified information."

Rocky sighed and regarded his friend Bullwinkle. "Listen, just as soon as that article came out in The Icicle I called up the Somewhat Intelligence Agency and got the scoop on this alleged spy Fatale. She hasn't been undercover for years. I'll tell the Frostbite Falls' grand jury I heard it from reporters for the Icicle. Bullwinkle, every reporter I talked to from the Icicle already knew Valerie Fatale worked at the Somewhat Intelligence Agency. I didn't tell them anything new."

Rocky looked at his friend the doubting Bullwinkle. Rocky put his arm around his friend. "Listen, no one's going to remember who said what. This is all a scam by Joe Badnov and Valerie Fatale. Are we going to let them use our city's newspaper to spread lies about our enemies in Pottsylvania's colony Niger? Bullwinkle, the future of Frostbite Falls depends on us getting the truth out over Joe Badnov's lies."

"I don't know Rocky. Suppose Peachfuzz indicts you for lying if you get the order wrong when talk to the grand jury?"

Rocky looked at his friend Bullwinkle with pity. Bullwinkle did his share of broadcasting the truth about Joe Badnov's trip to Niger. Rocky understood that Bullwinkle didn't want to go to jail.

"Bullwinkle, the truth's at stake here," Rocky told his friend in this last attempt to boost his spirits. "Peachfuzz surely won't send you or I to jail when we're just trying to save Frostbite Falls."

And so Rocky, who really did fib to the Frostbite Falls' grand jury, doesn't emerge the hero. Joe Badnov and Valerie Fatale snickers can be heard all over Frostbite Falls. Bullwinkle just escaped jail by Peachfuzz himself.

Badnov and Fatale report to Fearless Leader.

"We won, boss"
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Daily Update 10/28/05

Day-Friday Date-10/28/05

Today's Auxiliary Blog Post
...Because there's more to life than politics.

Daily Update:


Auxiliary Blog Post
Time for Gossip/Rumination/Speculation.

We've got the Minnesota Vikings Cruise to Hell.

Info on the NBA's new dress code.

Oh, and Ted Kennedy once again attempts a water rescue and fails.

Finally, who knew? Rush Limbaugh as gossip columnist.
Here's a Delaware Update.

With a snippet about Delaware cops and the eerie similarity to some New Orleans' cops.

And the problem with Delaware prisons.

Lighten up by bringing your dog to the Halloween Pet Costume Contest. Details in post.
This Pic of the Week will make you smile.

As an alligator muses on its lost family, the tears must flow.



Oil for Palaces Final Report

Paul Voelker turned in his final report on Saddam's oil for palaces program. Get this 66 COUNTRIES involved in this big yuk-yuk played by Kofi and his UN thieves on the American people.


It strikes me, EIGHT years the Clintons were in power and NO ONE in the administration knew about this planet-wide scam?


The investigators reported that companies and individuals from 66 countries paid illegal kickbacks through a variety of devices while those paying illegal oil surcharges came from, or were registered in, 40 countries. The names will be included in Thursday's report but were not in the key findings that were obtained Wednesday by The Associated Press.

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Thursday's final report of the investigation led by former U.S. Federal Reserve chairman Paul Volcker strongly criticizes the U.N. Secretariat and Security Council for failing to monitor the program and allowing the emergence of front companies and international trading concerns prepared to make illegal payments.

According to the findings, the Banque Nationale de Paris S.A., known as BNP, which held the U.N. oil-for-food escrow account, had a dual role and did not disclose fully to the United Nations the firsthand knowledge it acquired about the financial relationships that fostered the payment of illegal surcharges.


Moonbats Death Parties Begin

A Blogger went out and took some pictures of a few Moonbat parties in San Francisco-Moonbat headquarters. Below is one such pic, thanks to this citizen journalist for his efforts. Don't those people look sad as shit?

Please click on the link below because it gets better.

For Zombie also took pics of some Lamestream journalists taking pics. Seems all they were taking pics of WERE THE DAMN CANDLES!

Can't have smiling and laughing people at a death party that the American people see them for the ghoulish Moonbats they are. Please check it out. Without the truth captured by citizen journalists the Lamestream will continue their lies and change history.


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Harriet Miers Withdraws Her Nomination to Supreme Court


Confronted with criticism from both the left and right, Harriet Miers on Thursday withdrew her nomination to the U.S. Supreme Court.
In a statement, President Bush said he "reluctantly accepted" her decision to withdraw, after weeks of insisting that he did not want her to step down.


Links to this week's Daily Updates

Friday's 10/21/05 Daily Update HERE
Monday-10/24/05 Daily Update HERE
Tuesdays -10/25/05 Daily Update HERE
Wednesday's -10/26/05 Daily Update HERE
Thursday's -10/26/05 Daily Update HERE

TV Events of Note

CBS Friday, October 28 8:00 PM
Drama, Paranormal

A teenage boy, who died in a freak accident after learning he was adopted, seeks Melinda's help in finding his birth mother.

Cast: Jennifer Love Hewitt, David Conrad, Aisha Tyler Director(s): James Frawley Executive Producer(s): John Gray, Ian Sander, Kim Moses



Gossip-Vikings Sex Cruise,NBA, MORE; Delaware-Cops and Prison Problem; Pic of the Week.

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He Has a Name

Tradition is to wait for one hundred days before naming the panda cub.

Tai Shan

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Rush Limbaugh Reveals Gossip Tidbit

Normally known for his political vitriolic, Rush Limbaugh recently revealed to estimated audience of over twenty million, that Rocker Bono has a mistress!

I heard this with mine own ears. Rush was discussing the new phenomina known as “Ubermale”. Then he mentioned that Bono cannot be an Ubermale because he has a mistress.

My goodness, Bono is all over the world including the Oval office, trying to get free loans for thugs and thieves of the third world, and now we hear the hypocrite has a mistress?

Oh my. Seems Rush opened his mouth and inserted foot. There was a big backlash over Rush’s comment. Said gossip provided to Limbaugh by his current love, rumored to be a CNN infobabe. Who evidently warned Rush that Bono’s mistress gossip is NOT common knowledge.

An “Ubermale” of so goes the hype, is, well it’s an ordinary man with appropriate levels of testosterone who is devoted to his wife and family.


In other words, what most males are even though for years the Women’s Libbers tried to change this natural factoid.

A Rocker with a mistress who pretends to still be devoted to his wife and high school sweetheart?

An Ubermale?


Ted Kennedy to the Rescue!

I can’t find any documentation on this but I saw it and heard it with my own lying eyeballs and ear holes.

Seems a group of fishermen were stuck on some sort of jetty in the harbor close to Teddy’s home.

Huge waves kept whipping up on the jetty, leaving the fishermen stranded essentially in the middle of the sea.

Ted Kennedy, who did grant an interview about his would-be rescue, and a few others tried to rescue the hapless fishermen, only to themselves be driven back by the raging surf.


Ted Kennedy.

Known around the world for his water rescuing abilities.

Just ask Mary Jo Kopechne.
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The Vikings Gave a Little Party

Like the football Divas they think they are, the Minnesota Vikings are demanding a new stadium at taxpayer expense.

So to show their sincerity, they behave like gentlemen in public that their wish be granted.


So let’s be sure to stipulate it wasn’t all the Vikings and even those in attendance on the cruise to hell and back didn’t participate in the open sex acts.

Oh, and Stephen Doyle, attorney for the boat owners, tells us the incident is way overblown, that not every player had sex on the boat.

Hey, if even ONE Minnesota Viking had open sex on this cruise, serviced by underaged personnel just trying to earn a living, then it’s NOT overblown.

All accounts stipulate it was more than one so stop insulting us idiots out here in la-la land with the notion to so complain about this total lack of class is “overblown”.

Dear Lord don’t let these cretins get that new stadium without a public apology by the participating cretins and their outright dismissal from the team.

From the WeeklyStandard:

ACCORDING TO allegations aired in the local news media and confirmed in the main through player interviews, team members flew in high-priced prostitutes from Atlanta and strippers to accompany them on a two-boat cruise on Lake Minnetonka. The partying quickly got out of hand, with players having sex with the prostitutes while the cruise boat personnel had to stand by and continue serving the athletes. The cruise ship personnel alleged that some of the players harassed female staffers and others forced their way behind the bars to ensure that the booze flowed freely. Forty minutes into what was supposed to be a two-and-a-half hour cruise, the two captains compared notes about the activities on both boats, and then informed the cruise company--which ordered them to return immediately to shore.

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The players claim that this has been blown out of proportion. The Saint Paul Pioneer Press reports that they want it known that not every player had sex on the boat:

"Some of them were gentlemen," said Stephen Doyle, the attorney for boat owners Merritt and Daryl Geyen of Al & Alma's Supper Club and Charter Cruises in Mound. "I agree with them all the way. As a Viking fan, the last thing I want is all the players involved in these accusations."


Asked and Guessed. Blind Item Fun


Which hugely cool US rap legend gets his
road crew to pull out handsome young men from the audience at his show, and bring them backstage to hang out. If they fail to deliver, one of the road crew has to strip naked and crawl across the dressing room floor and administer oral attention to the sweaty star.

WHICH forlorn singer is scraping the barrel in an attempt to recapture his former chart glory? The singer stood out like a sore thumb while performing for a group of drag queens at a recent Soho bash - and they
even received louder applause than him.


I would say it's Nelly, but I do not consider him a legend. There isn't many rap legend, so it shouldn't be that hard to figure out....could it be refering to "Snoop dog'?

Hugely cool = Ice somebody?

Just a wild guess, but I've always heard Dr. Dre liked the boys

Boy George?


More Bad News for “Sports Heroes”

They get the big bucks afforded America’s sports heroes. While no one’s espousing government intervention, let public opinion do the job.

Because us idiots out here in la-la land are getting tired of these sports Divas acting and dressing like hoodlums.

Evidently the owners and powers that be are getting the message. Now they want NBA players to dress and act right at team functions.

How many of us average Americans who carry this country on our backs have to act and dress right at job functions?


The idea of an off-the-court dress code isn't sitting well with some NBA players.

Though it hasn't been finalized yet, players have been warned a dress code likely will be instituted this season for team functions. Players will have to wear business casual clothes -- such as a sport coat and slacks -- for all team affairs. Commissioner David Stern told The Boston Globe that the dress code would exclude jeans.

Team functions would include team flights, traveling to and from games and at public appearances. The Atlanta-Journal Constitution reported the dress code would be backed up by NBA fines.


Madeline Albright an Actress?

We hear the Czechs thought she was a cleaning lady during an important summit during the Clinton years.

So yeah, there’s a possibility Albright can be a big Hollywood star.

Just as soon as she figures out whether she’s Jewish or not.


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The politician admits to being a staunch devotee of the series, and was thrilled to turn up on set for her shoot at the end of last month. Albright says, "I am a big fan of Gilmore Girls and I had a great time. It was an opportunity to do something different for a quick minute, and I learned how hard it is to memorize those lines."

And bosses of the show were thrilled with the stateswoman's performance. Executive Producer Amy Sherman-Palladino says, "If you think she seems brilliant and sassy strutting around the Middle East, you should try talking to her in person. We are very honored, very lucky, and so not worthy." Albright joins the likes of Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist Norman Mailer and singer-songwriter Carole King who have also had cameos on the program.


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”Bi-partisan” Reform of Delaware Prison Systems

There’s plenty of problems in Delaware prisons. Problems mostly consisting of not enough guards and staff.

Now Delaware’s GOP wants to begin a bi-partisan study into the problem.

Which means the Delaware RINOs will get with the Delaware Dems and they will both figure out to make the most money from the study while allowing family and friends to also profit from the study.

Pardon my cynicism.

Let me say now, they need to hire more guards and staff for Delaware prisons. Oh, and get rid of all of Nanny Minner’s buddies in high management positions.

There. I’ve solved the problem with no need of a study.

I have joined together with other community and elected leaders in a bi-partisan effort to work for reform in our prison system. After personally touring Gander Hill prison to get a first hand look at our prisons from the inside I believe that now more than ever, addressing and reforming our prison crisis is critical, urgent, and in the best interests of all Delawareans.

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At the Concord Pet Store, Rehoboth Beach, across from Giant, 10/30/05, at 2 pm.
See you there!

New Orleans’ Cops Move to Delaware?

We love the way New Castle Councilman Joseph Reda shrugs off the corruption.

Forged checks?

Paying for nonexistent jobs?

And why weren’t the identities of the officers who forged the checks made known?

Someday, like those corrupt and ghost cops in New Orleans, Delaware police departments are going to be put to the test. And like its New Orleans counterparts, they will fail miserably.

It’s the price of ongoing and permeating corruption.

Somebody should tell Councilman Reda this little factoid.

From Delaware
Joe Reda excuses misuse of police funds

Dozens of checks drawn on a New Castle County Police Department off-duty work account were forged and used to pay for nonexistent jobs or to buy items such as bagpipes, personal digital assistants and retirement watches, according to a draft audit released Tuesday.

The 22-page audit of the Police Contractual Fund did not identify the officers who forged checks or the recipients of the questionable payments from the fund. County officials said the police department's internal affairs unit is investigating.

The audit also revealed that the fund was managed poorly. Organizations and individuals who hired the off-duty officers were charged a proper hourly rate but not always billed promptly. Invoices were at times 45 to 60 days late, and not all organizations were billed.

"It was just sloppy, that's all," Councilman Joseph Reda said. "It was a bunch of guys living in a frat house and they didn't clean up after themselves. It was a past practice, a carry-over of the way they had always done things."


Biden Doesn’t Answer Constituents?

Say it ain’t so, Joe!

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Indeed Joe Biden is too busy running for President to pay any mind to such as constituents and such. Biden NEVER answers letters to his constituents. Like the letter writer says, Delaware is a small state.

Somebody should tell the letter writer to check his home city of Wilmington’s Great Dead Vote that keeps getting this unlikeable man elected.

Oh, Chris, if you want an answer from Biden, just take a camera somewhere near Biden and he’ll be there, Cheshire cat smile an all, toot de sweet.

From a Letter to the Editor:
Biden's office ignores constituents' inquiries

It's enlightening to see that I'm not the only Delaware resident being ignored by Sen. Joseph Biden's office. I've written to him about a half-dozen times over two or three years about various topics and have never received a response, not even a form letter. Delaware is a small state. Biden has far less excuse for ignoring his constituents than senators of larger states. I think he feels he should not have to explain himself to us, the ignorant masses he represents. For some reason, though, we keep electing him term after term.

Chris Divis, Wilmington


What Happens When a REAL Republican Takes Over

Delaware RINOs, take note. The Moonbats in Maryland are howling at, well at the moon, over Ehrlich’s changes and elimination of welfare fraud recipients and no-duty public jobs for political cronies.

But it works!

From a Meryland GOP Email:
The fact that Maryland is on the right track can no longer be ignored or dismissed by the media and liberals. Under the leadership of Governor Ehrlich and Lt. Governor Steele, Maryland continues to prosper, including a now $1.7 BILLION surplus but also reports that Maryland welfare rolls are at their lowest in 42 years! Since 1995, Maryland’s welfare rolls dropped 74%. More Marylanders are making their way from welfare to work and they are staying employed. This is significant not only for our economy, but also for the good of the people of the state.


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Daily update 10/27/05

Day-Thursday Date-10/27/05

Today's Auxiliary Blog Post
...Because there's more to life than politics.

Daily Update:
No indictments yesterday on that most unpleasant couple-Wilson/Plame

How about England's George Galloway on the payroll of Saddam?

The parties and "grim milestone" have begun on military deaths in Iraq.

Auxiliary Blog Post
Click in on this Miscellany post for info on Tumeric and breast cancer.

Find out how to fool the Google search engine.

And a funny compendium of politically correct terms.
Guest Writer tunes in with a tale of a Toyota Tundra.
Time for a Fishgiggle.

How to Impress a Woman.

Also.....waaaaay down below...

How to Impress a Man.




Wilson/Plame-No Indictments Yesterday

The hysterical Lamestream press is disappointed. It's as if Santa Claus didn't appear.

Ah, Valerie Plame and Joe Wilson. Possibly the most un-likeable couple in the United States of America.

My prediction still stands as stated yesterday. NO indictments from Fitzgerald for anybody. Second choice-indictments for treason-Joseph Wilson, Valerie Plame, a few others.

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More Fall Across the Planet By Saddam's Oil-for-Palaces Scam

We've found recipients of Saddam's oil-for-palaces largesse here in America, in France, in Russia and now that blowhard George Galloway in England.

Who testified while lying through his teeth in front of our Senate.

I too fell for that crummy idea of allowing Saddam to sell his oil for medicine and food for the Iraqi people. Only he built ten palaces with it and who on earth needs ten palaces?

This is but the tip of the iceberg on this scandal. No wonder our "allies" didn't want to go to war with that despot Saddam. They were all busy getting rich!


A member of the British Parliament was in receipt of serious money originating from a homicidal dictatorship. That money was supposed to have been used to ameliorate the suffering of Iraqis living under sanctions. It was instead diverted to the purposes of enriching Saddam's toadies and of helping them propagandize in favor of the regime whose crimes and aggressions had necessitated the sanctions and created the suffering in the first place. This is something more than mere "corruption." It is the cynical theft of food and medicine from the desperate to pay for the palaces of a psychopath.

Taken together with the scandal surrounding Benon Sevan, the U.N. official responsible for "running" the program, and with the recent arrest of Ambassador Jean-Bernard M?m?(France's former U.N. envoy) in Paris, and with other evidence about pointing to big bribes paid to French and Russian politicians like Charles Pasqua and Vladimir Zhirinovsky, what we are looking at is a well-organized Baathist attempt to buy or influence the member states of the U.N. Security Council. One wonders how high this investigation will reach and how much it will eventually explain.


"Grim Milestones" and Parties Across the Fruited Plains

We told you so yesterday.

The Moonbats are ready to fly happily across the light of the full moon in celebration of the 2000th death of a U.S. military personnel in Iraq.

They STILL make me sick.


Staff Sgt. George T. Alexander, Jr., 34, of Killeen, Texas, died Saturday at Brooke Army Medical Center in San Antonio, Texas, of wounds suffered Oct. 17, when a bomb exploded near his vehicle in the central Iraqi city of Samarra, the Defense Department said. ...

The grim milestone was reached at a time of growing disenchantment over the war among the American public toward a conflict that was launched to punish Iraqi President Saddam Hussein for his alleged weapons of mass destruction. None were ever found.

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Tomorrow's Blog Post

....Come back tomorrow when "tomorrow" becomes "today"
Auxiliary Blog Post
Time for Gossip/Rumination/Speculation.

We've got the Minnesota Vikings Cruise to Hell.

Info on the NBA's new dress code.

Oh, and Ted Kennedy once again attempts a water rescue and fails.

Finally, who knew? Rush Limbaugh as gossip columnist.
Here's a Delaware Update.

With a snippet about Delaware cops and the eerie similarity to some New Orleans' cops.

And the problem with Delaware prisons.

Lighten up by bringing your dog to the Halloween Pet Costume Contest. Details in post.
This Pic of the Week will make you smile.

As an alligator muses on its lost family, the tears must flow.


Links to this week's Daily Updates

Friday's 10/21/05 Daily Update HERE
Monday-10/24/05 Daily Update HERE
Tuesdays -10/25/05 Daily Update HERE
Wednesday's -10/26/05 Daily Update HERE

TV Events of Note

The Apprentice (New)

NBC: Thursday, October 27 9:00 PM

Take Me Out to the Boardroom
The candidates go head-to-head in the big business arena of sporting goods.

Cast: Donald Trump, Carolyn Kepcher, George Ross Executive Producer(s): Mark Burnett



Miscellany-Tumeric-Cancer Preventative?; Guest Writer's Joy-New Toyota Tundra; Fishgiggles-Impress a Man/Impress a Woman

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Tumeric and Cancer

Yon readers will never see The Wise I poo-pooing the health effects of natural herbs. Around here we use freshly grown herbs on a regular basis.

The following came to me via email and here it is.

One thing fresh herbs have over the finest of man-made medicine: THEY WILL NEVER HURT YOU.

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Spice helps to stop the spread of breast cancer


A MAJOR ingredient of curry powder helps stop the spread of breast cancer, scientists have discovered, in research that could lead to a new way of treating people in the advanced stages of the disease.

Texas-based researchers found that curcumin, the main ingredient of turmeric, inhibits the spread of breast cancer into the lungs and improves the effectiveness of current remedies.

While they stressed that their research - which was carried out in mice - was at an early stage, the lead scientist said he was "excited" about the implications.

Other experts said the "potentially very important" study had led to a significant advance in understanding of the effects of curcumin.

The singer Kylie Minogue, who is being treated for breast cancer, has been drinking smoothies made from a range of fruits, vegetables and spices, including turmeric, in the hope it will help her.

Bharat Aggarwal, professor of cancer medicine at Texas University, said: "We are excited about the study results and the possible implications for taking the findings into the clinic in the next few years.

"At this time, advanced breast cancer is a difficult foe to fight with few proven treatments available after surgery, chemotherapy and radiation therapy."

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The study, which was due to be published in today's issue of the journal Clinical Cancer Research, reports that the spice appears to shut down a protein active in the spread of breast cancer.

The non-toxic, natural curcumin repelled progression of the disease to the lungs and also appeared to reverse a "side-effect" of a commonly prescribed chemotherapy whose prolonged use may actually help to spread the disease.

Curcumin breaks down the dose, making the therapy less toxic, but the drug stays just as powerful in fighting cancer.

Researchers studied 60 mice with breast cancer. Among a control group who were not treated, 96 per cent went on to develop visible signs of lung cancer, while treatment with the chemotherapy drug Taxol "modestly reduced" the incidence.

But those given curcumin alone or curcumin plus Taxol had far fewer signs of the disease. Microscopic evidence of lung cancer was found in just 28 per cent of mice given both and there were no visible signs of the disease at all.

Dr Mark Matfield, scientific consultant for the St Andrews-based Association for International Cancer Research, said: "We have known for some time that curcumin has anti-cancer effects, but this study has really advanced our understanding of exactly how this works. The finding that curcumin can decrease the spread of cancer when it is treated with Taxol is really interesting and potentially very important.

"However, as the authors of this study pointed out, these are only preliminary findings. The crucial next stage is to confirm these findings in patients suffering from lung cancer."

Dr Julie Sharp, senior cancer information officer at Cancer Research UK, said: "A number of laboratory studies have suggested that curcumin could be used to treat and even prevent some types of cancer. But, as yet there is no evidence confirming this in humans. These findings will need to be followed up with clinical trials in humans."

Hotly tipped as healthy

CURRIES and other kinds of Indian food have long been suspected of having anti-cancer properties.

The main reason is that, in many parts of the sub-continent, there are much lower rates of several types of cancers affecting the gut.

Curcumin is a member of the ginger family and is extracted from the root of the curcuma longa plant.

It is widely prescribed in Indian medicine for liver disorders, rheumatism, diabetic wounds, a runny nose, coughs and sinusitis.

Traditional Chinese medicine also uses it for abdominal pain.


Google Trick

The Moonbats, who have no sort of life, have jimmied around with the Google search engines in such a manner as…well try the following:

Type “failure” into Google’s search form and hit the “I’m feeling lucky” button.


Couldn’t Resist
Came across this and couldn’t resist inclusion here for yon fine readers.

For smiles and snorts.

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You just can't take either of us anywhere.

No, really. You can't.

We did it once before... in 1982. We thought, "Oh, we'll just look."

We looked. We bought. We learned.

That was our 4x4 tan truck; the 1981 at 22.75% interest. We were young and foolish; in love with each other and in love with that little truck. It's still with us and we've tortured the thing for over twenty years.

Today, we went to "just look" again. We didn't intend to buy.


Both of us had places to be in a relatively short time, and buying takes awhile. So of course we couldn't buy today. There were reasons. Excuses. And buying takes awhile.

About three hours.

We were older and foolish; in love with each other and in love with that truck.

And now we own (us and the bank) our first brand-new vehicle. Our first! With a whopping 59 miles on it... at time of purchase. (There's a few more now.)

Our new baby is a big baby. It's Toyota's full-size truck. The Tundra. Yes, Toyota, and yes, full-size. Comparable to a half-ton in other brands. And oh, is she sweet.
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Bells and whistles? She's a concert in motion. Air conditioning, 4 wheel drive, CD player (and cassette!), cruise control, extended cab, and bedliner, just to name a few. We added a couple of things, too, like the bug guard and the "keep it looking good" care package.

Old truck? Still have it. The blue book is past its prime and they wouldn't give us enough to be worth losing it. Used to be, I could say "the car" and mean the Camry, and "the truck" and mean the little 4x4. Guess now I'll have to be a little more specific.

Specs? Gotta ask Harry for those; that type of truck talk isn't my forte. The only part I know is color: A light grey, she changes with the light. Sometimes she looks kinda blue, and sometimes she looks kinda silver. And she always, always looks big.

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How to Impress a Woman:

Wine her,
Dine her,
Call her,
Hug her,
Support her,
Hold her,
Surprise her,
Compliment her,
Smile at her,
Listen to her,
Laugh with her,
Cry with her,
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Romance her,
Encourage her,
Believe in her,
Pray with her,
Pray for her,
Cuddle with her,
Shop with her,
Give her jewellery,
Buy her flowers,
Hold her hand,
Write love notes to her,
Tell her that you love her,
Help her around the house,
Go to the end of the Earth and back again for her.

How to Impress a Man:
Show up naked... Bring food... Don't block the TV...


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Daily update 10/26/05

Day-Wednesday Date-10/26/05

Today's Auxiliary Blog Post
...Because there's more to life than politics.

Daily Update:

It's Official! Iraqi Votes YEA on New Constitution!

Rosa Parks, a true Civil Rights Heroine, dies.

Blogosphere challenge, what question would YOU ask Harriette Miers?

My Plame/Rove Indictment predictions
Here's an Ad We'd Like to See.

It's "Sandy Bergler's School of Crib Notes".

Sign up early, room is limited.
Here's a Kaitlyn post that we document the growth of the child to whom the Blog is dedicated.

Seems Kaitlyn got some whistles. Seems she thinks they are the most wonderful and amazing things on earth.
Time for a Cooking post.

Some notes on coffee and corned beef.

Two tested recipes including an easy donut recipe sure to please.



Iraqi Constitution Officially Passed

A 63% turnout. Should such a turnout ever occur here in the United States of America we'd all be beyond impressed. Add to that the long lines, the purple fingers, the chance of being killed by the sons of camels terrorists, heck, Americans would never do that.

And they certainly took their time verifying it. There had been some lame attempt to spin it that there was fraud. Nope. Didn't happen.

From The Guardian:

Iraq's landmark constitution was adopted by a majority of voters during the country's Oct. 15 referendum, as Sunni Arab opponents failed to muster enough support to defeat it, election officials said Tuesday.

Results released by the Independent Electoral Commission of Iraq showed that Sunni Arabs, who had sharply opposed the draft document, failed to produce the two-thirds ``no'' vote they would have needed in at least three of Iraq's 18 provinces to defeat it.

Nationwide, 78.59 percent voted for the charter while 21.41 percent voted against, the commission said. The charter required a simple majority nationwide with the provision that if two-thirds of the voters in any three provinces rejected it, the constitution would be defeated.


Rosa Parks Died at Age 92

I was a young teenaged lass, dewy-eyed and fresh-faced, when Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat on the bus to a white man. Sparking the Civil Rights movement of the mid-60's, a movement that I was very much a part of.

I look around in my middle years and wondered what the hell happened. We've professional racist and briber Jesse Jackson. Add Al Sharpton, a fellow already sued for liable and defeated. IF lies were flies Al would be full of maggots.

What happened to the REAL leaders of the Civil Rights movement? Why didn't the replacements for Martin Luther King, et al, become leaders for African-Americans who would lead them to a destiny of full enjoyment and advantage this country has to offer when unfettered by racial considerations that don't matter? Why did "leaders" such as Nagin in New Orleans and traitor Cynthia McKinney rise to the leadership posts when they are bought, paid for, and ready to keep black Americans down for the preciousness of their votes?

Ah, stop asking Pat. It's went to hell in a hand basket. I marched along with them, I fought with my bigoted father, I admired the nonviolent forms of protest and the effectiveness of leadership and action with a plan.

I've nothing but disgust with what they've conjured up as their leadership in this era of our Lord, 2005.

Yet the REAL black leaders in this country, Condaleeza, Colin Powell, Clarence Thompson, blacks who worked hard and rose to remarkable levels of leadership, are vilified as Uncle Toms.

Speaking of Uncle Toms, Maryland's Lt. Governor Michael Steele announced his plan to run for senate. He's the next "Uncle Tom" on the horizon. Already Schumer's people have illegally accessed Steele's credit record.

They will soon be all over Steele.

Thank you, Mrs. Parks. I recognize your defiance as proud, real and righteous.

Would that your successors had your moral compass.

Civil rights pioneer Rosa Parks has died, Local 4 has learned.

Parks, 92, reportedly died around 7 p.m. Monday at St. John Hospital on Detroit's east side.

Parks' refusal to give up her bus seat to a white man in Montgomery, Ala., in 1955 landed her in jail and sparked a bus boycott that is considered the start of the modern civil rights movement. The bus is on display at the Henry Ford Museum, Dearborn.

Parks, was born on Feb. 4, 1913, in Tuskegee, Ala. She lived in Detroit.
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Blogosphere Challenge on Miers

The challenge across the Blogosphere is to come up with THE question a Blogger, such as myself, would ask Miers were Bloggers given the opportunity.

I will submit my question into the fray.

My question:

Ms. Miers,

Much has been said about a "living constitution", a notion based on the concept that our founding fathers could not have predicted the changes in communication, technology and medicine in such a fashion that would have their document reflect the thorny issues these advances have raised.

Thus the constitution should be viewed as merely a rough guideline, or so goes the thinking, with living, breathing Judges charged with interpreting that rough guideline into today's medical and technological circumstances.

Do you agree with this notion? Please expand on why or why not you view our constitution as a "living constitution".

The answer I'd want to hear, for what it's worth, is a simple statement that the founding fathers DID build provisions into the constitution to deal with change. They made them tight and difficult, but they're there. Thus there is no need to have unelected Judges essentially making law, human Judges that can be paid to change history, bribed, or just plain wrong. If there's a need for a change in the constitution as crafted by the founding fathers, do it in the manner provided for by the founding fathers.


Predictions on Wilson/Plame Leak

Should yon reader suppose The Wise I has not kept up to snuff on the Plame/Wilson affair, I say pshaw.

I have almost every word written on the subject and have suffered Chris Matthews spitting all over the place in his glee that he may soon replace Tim Russert and the glory of the Watergate era will descend again upon him.

Today's the day it's speculated that Fitzgerald will hand down indictments if, indeed, there are indictments. At the least his commission runs out by the end of this week so he will have to do SOMETHING. He must either ask for an extension, hand down indictments, or close up shop quietly and walk away.

I will make my predictions now that yon reader does not think I am a coward. I may be wrong but common sense will be my guide. Not that common sense ever swayed the Moonbats or anything.

There will be NO indictments of either Rove, Cheney, Libby or Miller.

I predict Fitzgerald will close up shop with NO indictments and NO report.

Second option, Joe Wilson and wife Plame will be charged with Treason. Not likely but somebody paid that man to lie, somebody sent him to Niger. Also, some bigwigs at the NY Times will be brought up for either treason, perjury or obstruction of justice.

There. My prediction.

Tomorrow's Blog Post

....Come back tomorrow when "tomorrow" becomes "today"
Auxiliary Blog Post
Click in on this Miscellany post for info on Tumeric and breast cancer.

Find out how to fool the Google search engine.

And a funny compendium of politically correct terms.
Guest Writer tunes in with a tale of a Toyota Tundra.
Time for a Fishgiggle.

How to Impress a Woman.

Also.....waaaaay down below...

How to Impress a Man.


Links to this week's Daily Updates

Friday's 10/21/05 Daily Update HERE
Friday's 10/21/05 Daily Update HERE
Monday-10/24/05 Daily Update HERE
Tuesday's 10/25/05 Daily Update HERE

TV Events of Note

MLB Baseball (New)

FOX: Wednesday, October 26 8:00 PM
Sports event, Baseball, Playoff sports

World Series, Game 4: Chicago White Sox at Houston Astros
From Minute Maid Park in Houston.
The Apprentice: Martha Stewart (New)

NBC: Wednesday, October 26 9:00 PM

Every Dog Has His Day
The remaining candidates meet with celebrities and their dogs to negotiate a personal experience that will be auctioned off for charity.

Cast: Martha Stewart, Alexis Stewart, Charles Koppelman Executive Producer(s): Mark Burnett, Donald Trump, Jay Bienstock


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Kaitlyn and Mom-Mom’s Day at the Beach

So okay, the only sand we stepped in was immediately adjacent to the Boardwalk. So okay, there was no water of any kind involved in the equation. So okay, we were at the beach but not ON the beach.

Which mattered not a whit to almost-two-year-old Kaitlyn Mae, who had a grand time with Grandmother as we walked the Boardwalk of Ocean City for an hour or so one sharp and sparkling Autumn day.

Grandmother doesn’t much care to go on the beach during the summer and mingle with all the tourist hoi-polloi, insert wink here. Fall is a wonderful time of year to walk the boards of Ocean City Merryland’s famous Boardwalk and one can bring dogs.

Even grandchildren.

After our short stay on the Boardwalk I was scheduled to drive Kaitlyn home to her waiting parents. Who had released Kaitlyn to the care of her paternal Grandmother for the weekend and since said paternal Grandparents live near THIS maternal Grandmother, arrangements were made for me to pick her up, spend some fun time with the grandchild, then I was to drive her home, a two and a half hour drive.

It was the first time that I got to spend time with Kaitlyn all by myself. Until now, heh, the child has been too young to go too many places without a proper appreciation. In due course this will happen. For now, Kaitlyn and I had almost eight hours together and frankly we had a great time.

Kaitlyn’s eyes grew big at the sights and sounds of the game arcade we entered that day on the Boardwalk. I got some quarters and together Kaitlyn and I rode arcade motorcycles and cars, did some Boardwalk Bowling, manipulated toy cranes towards glassed-in toys to grasp us a winner, and smashed errant mice on a “whack a mouse” type of game. At Kaitlyn’s young and naive age, she thought putting the quarters into the various coin slots to be THE game. A game she heartily enjoyed and indeed was anxious to put Grandmother’s coins in every slot in the arcade.

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We proudly accumulated some prize coupons and Kaitlyn carried a cup full of them to the prize counter. FOUR, count ‘em, FOUR whistles we won that day. By Kaitlyn it was a dream come true.

One whistle had a whirlygig type of thing that went round and round when you blew the whistle. Another was shaped like a flute, complete with holes that changed the sound just like, well just like a real flute. Two were normal whistle shaped affairs with cartoon pics painted on.

Finally we were in the Jeep and ready to make our long trek home. Kaitlyn is a notorious sleeper in her car seat so I anticipated a quiet ride with granddaughter sleeping happily in the back.

The child fought sleep for almost the entire trip. Which was fine because again, we had some great fun.

I’d glance into the rear view mirror as I traveled along to check on the baby. Her eyes were open but it was no great guess that sleep was coming upon. I smiled and continued the drive, sure that soon she’d be merrily off to dreamland.

“Sing me a song,” I heard from the back seat.

Why Kaitlyn wanted me to sing her a song! A complete sentence she used for the request so I knew she had it in her. Earlier in the ride I had been singing a song to her, one I sing to the dogs. Who also love it.

It’s Celine Dion’s “Lady” song.

“Cause I’m your lady,
And you are my man,
Whenever you reach for me
I’ll do all that I can”

Well those are the original lyrics. I change them to insert either dog/granddaughter’s name, to the effect:

“Cause you are my Kaitlyn,
And you are my love,
You are my precious gift,
Sent from heaven above”

Like that.

Once the baby started to look sleepy I stopped singing my version of the song as I thought she’d like quiet.

Only here she was asking for me to SING HER A SONG!

The last time anyone asked me to sing a song for them was, well, NEVER!

Indeed I happily sang the song for Kaitlyn who wanted me to SING IT AGAIN.

By this time I’m sick of my own voice. So I played some CD’s. Again, Kaitlyn enjoyed the music and every time I asked her if she wanted another song she point to the CD player and say “song”.

I think this is a child who’s going to enjoy music. Just a hunch.

Of course this allows Grandmother to engage the child with proper music that she will eschew rap and hip-hop music as creations of the devil.

We sang along with The Association and granddaughter enjoyed.

Neat, huh?

We finally arrived home. About a half hour before arriving home, Kaitlyn finally fell asleep. The child, my goodness, you’d think she enjoyed my company.

I spent about an hour with daughter and son-in-law then began preparations for my trip home. Kaitlyn helped me clean out the Jeep right outside of her house. At some point the neighbor lady popped her head out of a window and called Kaitlyn’s name.

“Miss Carol!” Kaitlyn exclaimed, than took off running toward the window where the lady, evidently a Miss Carol, was smiling and calling Kaitlyn.

Kaitlyn had all of her beloved whistles stowed in the pockets of her little jeans and when she finally got under the window, Kaitlyn took out her whistles and began blowing on them with a passion.

My how she loved those whistles. And how she just couldn’t wait to show Miss Carol her wonderful collection. Including the flute.

Miss Carol appropriately complimented Kaitlyn on both her whistle blowing ability and her fine collection of whistles.

At one point Miss Carol looked up at me, who was watching this whistle blowing demonstration by Kaitlyn with great amusement, and said “She’s precious isn’t she?”

“She’s what it’s all about,” I said, regarding Kaitlyn, still blowing her whistles with the smile of a happy Grandmother beaming my face.

She IS what’s is all about, eh?

For now, what a wonderful life that a few whistles and the ability to blow them with finesse should bring such unbridled joy.

She is precious.

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Tried and True-Peach CAke

Made this fairly easy recipe one summer weekend when peaches were in season. But the recipe does allow for canned peaches during those winter months when a taste of summer is the desire.

Handy recipe to keep close by.

Finished product has a nice but not too sweet flavor.

Peach Cake

2 cups - Flour
1 t - Baking Soda
1 t - Salt
1 t - Cinnamon
3 - Eggs
1 3/4 cups - Sugar
1 cup - Vegetable Oil
2 cups - Fresh Peaches - sliced (canned will work if drained)
1/2 cup - chopped pecans (optional)

Reserve 1/2 cup flour to dredge peaches. Combine 1 1/2 cups flour, soda, salt, and cinnamon; mix well and set aside. Combine eggs, sugar, and oil, beat until smooth. Add flour mixture. Beat at low speed until blended-batter will be thick. Dredge peaches and nuts in 1/2 cup flour and gently fold into batter. Spoon batter into a greased and floured 13x9 inch pan.

Bake at 375 for 45-50 minutes until cake tester comes out clean. Cool completely. Drizzle with confectioner's sugar glaze or serve with a dollop of whipped cream


On Corned Beef


Corned beef refers to beef that has been preserved and flavoured in a brine solution that is usually prepared with salt, which acts as a preservative. Sugar is stirred into the brine solution, which prevents the meat from getting hard due to the presence of the salt. Also added to the solution is saltpetre, which helps to maintain the red colouring of the meat and various spices are added for flavouring. The reason it is called corned beef is because the old English word "corned" was used to describe beef that was cured and the word "corn" was the word describing a small kernel or particle such as the particles of salt that were used. Corned beef is available as a sliced deli meat for sandwiches or whole corned beef briskets are available that are often served with cooked cabbage.


Tried and True Recipe-Berry Filled Donuts

Getting out the deep fryer is a big deal. On each occasion, the thing must be cleaned, the oil strained, then all must be re-assembled.

I try to plan a menu featuring fried items for the week following my Cooking Sundays.

Might be chicken wings, the most desired from the deep fryer. This past Cooking Sunday I breaded and fried up some fresh flounder.

Dessert type recipes from the deep fryer are few. I did prepare some of the doughnuts in the simple recipe below and hey, they were easy and quite good.

And you don’t need a deep fryer to make them. Note the recipe calls for the donuts to be fried in an electric skillet.

Picture of my own finished product included.

Berry filled doughnuts

4 cups vegetable oil
1 tube (7.5 ounces) refrigerated buttermilk biscuits, separated into 10 biscuits
¾ cup seedless strawberry jam
1 cup confectioners’ sugar

In an electric skillet or deep-fat fryer; heat oil to 375 deg. Fry biscuits, a few at a time, for 1-2 minutes on each side or until golden brown. Drain on paper towels.
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Cut a small hole in the corner of a pastry or plastic bag; insert a very small tip. Fill bag with jam. Push the tip through the side of each doughnut to fill with jam. Dust with confectioners’ sugar while warm.



There is an art to preparing it properly.

Because one can’t have too much coffee.


What goes better with morning sweets that the perfect cup of Java? Here are some helpful tips for better brewing:

Keep coffee in an air tight container and store in a cool,
dark place. Try the freezer! For best results buy the whole
beans and grind them yourself just before use.

If you notice any traces of chlorine, iron, or other minerals in your water, use a quality bottled or filtered water.
* Softened or distilled water will effect the flavour of the coffee and should not to be used.

It's said the best water-to-coffee ratio is 1 tablespoon of
ground coffee or 2 tablespoons of whole beans for each 6 ounces of water. You be the judge.

NOTE: Boiling or reheating coffee literally boils away flavour.
A thermal carafe will keep the coffee hot for up to 2 hours without losing any flavour.