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Lt. Col Jesse Hornsby, US Army retired, passed away last week. Not a name that likely means anything to most reading, but to a bunch of Girl Scouts on a warm Texas day, he was the man that opened their eyes to how science is fun. Around here they affectionately called him The Rocket Man. He was a rare treasure in this world, a man who gave of himself to benefit others. He will be missed.
Evidence suggests that the mini-van that he and his wife, Gloria, of nearly 55 years were riding in slid on wet pavement near a low water crossing. Both of their bodies were found about half a mile away from the car. They had apparently been carried off by a rush of high water when they tried leaving the vehicle.
He had a joke he used to tell. He had always wanted to be an astronaut, but because he was 6 ft 7, the monkey got the seat.
There is an odd sense of comfort that after almost 55 years of marriage, the Hornsby couple passed on together.
Ooooh yay....
Feb. 26th, 2007 06:56 pmSaturday, the cable and internet were in and out for a couple hours as well as burping a lot today. I suspect it had to do with this http://www.kwtx.com/news/headlines/6071021.html Thankfully, there were no deaths or serious injuries. We saw the backfire that was set up along the highway when we were going down to give Kevin his dinner.
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bad_rpers_suck. It's good to have that place to scream in and I try to read it every so often. This weekend was decent. I got some writing done, got some RP in, and some needlework done.
12:50 PM
Getting ready to go take care of the car and stuff.
Going to be a bit odd this week, house to myself.
6:44 PM
Did the Monday go out for dinner drill. Got some audio books at Hastings.
How prophetic was I earlier? Here comes a rant.... off to
bad_rpers_suck.What's Up With California Anyway?
Nov. 11th, 2006 03:03 pmToday is Veteran's Day. A day for remembering and being thankful for the sacrifices made on our behalf by the men and women that have served in the Armed Forces. Nanny used to refer to this day as Armistice Day, until I was older, I didn't know why. When you are a kid, what you understand most is ... day off from school. Armistice Day commemorates the signing of the treaty (or armistice) that ended World War I.
A bit of trivia, in my senior year of high school, the last football game of the season was at the homefield of our arch rival on Nov. 11, 1977. The score was 19-18. We won. I just find it interesting that the score was the same as the year the war ended and the game was on the same day.
Now.. to get all Emily Littella on this... What's all this fuss about the pledge of allegiance again? It seems student leaders at Orange Coast College have decide to restrict the Freedom of Speech of their fellow students. Oh, yes, I know... only Congress is not allowed to do that according to the Constitution and these young people have opted to ban it at their meetings. Apparently it only applies to meetings of the student board of trustees and no other groups on campus.
A school official had this to say:
Martha Parham, a spokeswoman for the Coast Community College District, said her office had no standing on the student board and took no position on the flag salute ban.
"If their personal belief is that they don't want to say the Pledge of Allegiance, the district certainly isn't going to dictate what they do," she said.
I just want to know when colleges started being in districts like public schools.
Isn't California where the atheist doctor was from that tried to say making his daughter say the pledge violated her rights? What scares me about that is we have a doctor that didn't bother to do the most basic research into his case history. His daughter didn't object to saying under God because she was raised as a Christian, therefore, it wasn't really violating her rights at all. I think it's freaking hilarious that a man who calls himself the Rev. Dr. Michael Newdow is an atheist.
Wasn't it also in California where all this mess started about one man/one woman after the rumblings in Washington? California had it built into the state constitution and there was San Fransisco, one of its own cities challenging it.
The Declaration of Independence has this nice little thing in it about "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness." As long as someone's pursuit of happiness does no harm to anyone else, I just don't see the fuss. I mean really... all this crap now has probably set off a chain reaction that wasn't expected. In some state, it's now a nono to marry and/or have a domestic partnership with a person of the same gender. Well, how does one define a domestic partnership? Does this now mean that parents will have to worry their college student offspring needing to be bailed out at same point for having a roommate of the same gender? I bet they weren't thinking about that when they went to the polls to say no to gay marriage, etc.
And people laughed when we, here in Texas, voted for allowing concealed handguns with permits? Statistics have proven that crime has gone down. We hear far less about car jackings. Why? Well.... if you have any working brain cells, you'd be wondering if you do try to jack a car on the highway if it will be the last time you ever do anything. I'm surprised that more states didn't jump on that bandwagon and say... "Hey, this could work for us." This not to say that handgun ownership is the solution to everything, it's not. It's just... in most cases laws just keep honest people honest.
The spark plug for the passage of that law was a massacre in a local cafeteria. All they wanted to do was have lunch. Many people were touched by that event in many ways. I know a girl that lost her father, she was in our Scout troop.
Anyway... getting back to my point, I have to wonder how many more things that start in California are going to end up shaking up the country .... aaaaaaaaaaagain.
Random Thinkage
Jul. 20th, 2006 09:53 pmI have several jokes and things to post to fill in the gaps in this journal.
Pulled an all nighter. Got carried away with some reading. It happens. Feel like death warmed over and my stomach is queasy at the moment. Bleah.
Now, for some good news on the family front. My baby boy passed his driver's test, yesterday, with flying colors!! YAY!! It really felt weird to have only one car here and both Kevin and I at home. Tom still has a week of the driver education course to take, but between the that and the Drug and Alcohol Program that they offer, he is eligible for a 15% discount on his car insurance rates. Those of you with teenagers or that are younger drivers can probably know what a boon that can be. A rep at our State Farm agent's office said the 10% for the driver's ed program is good until he turns 25.
Heh, cracks me up that GWB was caught saying shit over an open mic. Given the comment was pretty much on the money, I have to wonder why he sounded so smart when he thought the mic was off and like a bonehead when the cameras are rolling. Reminds me of the "Hey, y'all watch this," joke, not sure why. Things that make ya go hmm.
Is it just me or does anyone else hear that snarkey British chick's voice when they read the phrase, "Goodbye, you are the weakest link?"
Before I begin my little soirée into the world of editorializing, here's something to ponder:
It is the soldier, not the reporter,
who has given us freedom of the press.
It is the soldier, not the poet,
who has given us freedom of speech.
It is the soldier, not the campus organizer,
who has given us the freedom to demonstrate.
It is the soldier, not the lawyer,
who has given us the right to a fair trial.
It is the soldier,
who salutes the flag,
who serves under the flag,
and whose coffin is draped by the flag,
who allows the protester to burn the flag.
Poem has been credited to several authors including
Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
Charles Michael Province, U.S. Army
It is the soldier
who salutes the flag,
who serves under the flag,
and whose coffin is draped by the flag,
who allows the protester to burn the flag.
A protest raged on a courthouse lawn,
Round a makeshift stage they charged on,
Fifteen hundred or more they say,
Had come to burn a Flag that day.
A boy held up the folded Flag,
Cursed it, and called it a dirty rag.
An OLD MAN pushed through the angry crowd,
With a rusty shotgun shouldered proud.
His uniform jacket was old and tight,
He had polished each button, shiny and bright.
He crossed that stage with a soldier's grace,
Until he and the boy stood face to face.
"FREEDOM OF SPEECH," the OLD MAN said,
"Is worth dying for, good men are dead,
So you can stand on this courthouse lawn,
And talk us down from dusk to dawn,
But before any Flag gets burned today,
This OLD MAN IS GOING TO HAVE HIS SAY!
My father died on a foreign shore,
In a war they said would end all war.
But Tommy and I wasn't even full grown,
Before we fought in a war of our own.
And Tommy died on Iwo Jima's beach,
In the shadow of a hill he couldn't quite reach,
Where five good men raised this Flag so high,
That the WHOLE DAMN WORLD COULD SEE IT FLY.
I got this bum leg that I still drag,
Fighting for this same old Flag.
Now there's but one shot in this old gun,
So now it's time to decide which one,
Which one of you will follow our lead,
To stand and die for what you believe?
For as sure as there is a rising sun,
You'll burn in Hell 'fore this Flag burns, son"
Now this riot never came to pass
The crowd got quiet and that can of gas,
Got set aside as they walked away
To talk about what they had heard this day.
And the boy who had called it a "dirty rag,"
Handed the OLD SOLDIER the folded Flag.
So the battle of the Flag this day was won
By a tired OLD SOLDIER with a rusty gun,
Who for one last time, had to show to some,
THIS FLAG MAY FADE, BUT THESE COLORS DON'T RUN.
In searching for that poem, I found this: http://www.americanrhetoric.com/speeches/convention2004/zellmiller2004rnc.htm I want to know why Zell Miller didn't run for President.
Before you go past these either of these cuts, be warned... it's angry, it's political, it's many things, but it's what I think. You don't have to like it, you don't have to agree with it.... but in the spirit of our founding fathers, I ask that you respect MY right to Freedom of Speech and my opinion. And some of you that know me really well are likely going to thinking.... "What in hell woke up the bear?"
( The Gold Star I never want to get and the phrase I never want to hear. )
( What I think about the Dixie Chicks and their current hoopla )
Any of you that have received the following message, please do not, I repeat DO NOT pass it on.
Why? It contains false and or misleading information. Congress and the Senate DO PAY INTO THE SOCIAL SECURITY FUNDS and there's a little twist on their pension that some don't know about. http://www.snopes.com/politics/taxes/pensions.asp
As for the question of spouses of government employees getting their pensions, don't you believe that it's an easy task. Remember, my husband retired from the Army after twenty years. For me to continue getting his pension, should he predecease me, it's nasty little hoop jumper and it ain't free. And for the record, any pension plan that you don't pay into you pay taxes on it. While the only thing that needs to be done to earn a retiree's pension from the US Armed Forces is to stay in and retire, it is a taxable income. I bet no one knew that the people up on Capitol Hill will be coughing up quite a bit back to Uncle Sam. Keep in mind that some people are granted disability pensions and call themselves retired, but it's two different animals.
From irs.gov
Military retirement pay. If your retirement pay is based on age or length of service, it is taxable and must be included in your income as a pension on lines 16a and 16b of Form 1040 or on lines 12a and 12b of Form 1040A. Do not include in your income the amount of any reduction in retirement or retainer pay to provide a survivor annuity for your spouse or children under the Retired Serviceman's Family Protection Plan or the Survivor Benefit Plan.
Not sure how that works for Congress, but it's the government, nuff said.
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I've been writing a bit again. I write in
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Had lunch at the PX Burger King. Had wanted McDonald's, but we both remembered that they shorted us on fries one too many times.
Came to a few decisions over the last few days:
I need to get back into crafting as it is something I can do on my own.
I need to write more often, be it fiction or memoirs. The practice is good.
I need to write menus for dinner meals, starting this week.
I need to do less fussing and attempt to bring organization to more areas of my life.
That's about it for now..
Memories and other stuff (backdated)
Jun. 27th, 2005 05:21 pmHowever, that year I had two. One was to Europe with the family and the other was a brief vacation to see Jess graduate from one of her Naval schools.
Heat here is getting worse as we go.
Reading again. That is good.
Stolen from various friends (backdated)
Feb. 16th, 2005 08:28 pm- Toured Natural Bridge Caverns.
- Lived in Germany for three years as a guest of Uncle Sam.
- Met Lloyd Blankenship at Origins. ( I can see those that never heard of Steve Jackson Games going... WHOOOOOOOOO?)
- Seen the tomb that's at Penn State University.
- Seen the actual documents signed by members of Aleister Crowley's coven.
- Been right outside the gates of the US Bullion Depository and lived within a few miles of it for over a year.
- Stood on the back of an M1A1 tank while six months pregnant.
- Been to Legoland in Denmark.
- Camped at Belton Lake and the neighboring Girl Scout camp
- Been to the Juliette Gordon Low birthplace as a registered Girl Scout..
I keep wanting to turn on my Sims 2 game today and get lost in it for a while, but something in my head is saying, "Let me out, damn it, let me out," and so, I write. I have a house to pick up as well, but that will also keep while I get my thoughts into tangible form. Some things that I write are for stories and others are trippings down the pathways of my mind that I don't readily share with all people. There are some doors into our own minds that are hard to allow others past. I think that my thoughts on past lifes and a few other subjects are like that. Some folks are offended by those things for religious or other reasons and rather than offend anyone, I keep those things separate. Sometimes, I feel like I've been leading a double life, but the truth is, I'm not the only person that does not open their inner depths to every person they know. I'm honest about it, I think, while I limit who I open those discussions with, I am always willing to talk to anyone that will take the subject seriously or at least respect that I do and not begin one of those "ha, ha, you're a moron" speeches that people with differing opinions are so often subjected to.
I have this relaxation CD going that came with a gift box of various bath salts. It's doing its job, I start getting floaty when I listen.
I'm all for voting, but...
Oct. 1st, 2004 04:38 pmI planned on writing a light hearted entry about the Sims 2, but the entries by friends regarding the debate between Bush and Kerry last night spurred something else. I didn't watch the debate. It's usually two guys posturing about what they will do if elected President when anyone with a clue knows they have to have the approval of the Congress and Senate before they do most things. The real laugh to that is that Bush is apparently smart enough to smack Kerry upside the head with that information. Maybe he's not quite as stupid as people thought all these years. After all, Claudius feigned being feeble minded to escape the notice of Caligula.
Yesterday, in a rare discussion on politics in our household, my husband said that voting this year is a damned if we do, damned if we don't situation. At first, he said a vote for Bush could set our son up for being drafted, but a vote for Kerry could cost him his job. Let's be honest, people, we all know how the Democrats love taking money from the Defense Department's budget. That issue has caused me to take serious notice of who was running for what office over the years. A vote against money for the Defense department was a vote against the money that put, and still helps put, a roof over the heads of my children and well as clothes on their backs and food on the table they ate/eat from. It was and is that that is often the deciding factor of who gets my vote. Today, it also helps provide for my oldest grandson.
Later in the day, my husband came back with one of those things that make ya go hmmmmmm statements. He said something about it being Democrats that put the bill to reinstate the draft. I did a little research and found this:
http://www.congress.gov/cgi-bin/bdquery/z?d108:HR00163:@@@L&summ2=m&
The list of names on that bill are as follows:
Rep Abercrombie, Neil [HI-1] - 1/7/2003 D
Rep Brown, Corrine [FL-3] - 1/28/2003 D
Rep Christensen, Donna M. [VI] - 5/19/2004 D
Rep Clay, Wm. Lacy [MO-1] - 1/28/2003 D
Rep Conyers, John, Jr. [MI-14] - 1/7/2003 D
Rep Cummings, Elijah E. [MD-7] - 1/28/2003 D
Rep Hastings, Alcee L. [FL-23] - 1/28/2003 D
Rep Jackson, Jesse L., Jr. [IL-2] - 7/21/2004 D
Rep Jackson-Lee, Sheila [TX-18] - 1/28/2003 D
Rep Lewis, John [GA-5] - 1/7/2003 D
Rep McDermott, Jim [WA-7] - 1/7/2003 D
Rep Moran, James P. [VA-8] - 1/28/2003 D
Rep Stark, Fortney Pete [CA-13] - 1/7/2003 D
Rep Velazquez, Nydia M. [NY-12] - 1/28/2003 D
Rep Norton, Eleanor Holmes [DC] - 1/28/2003(withdrawn - 6/21/2004) D
While party affiliation is not noted on the information on that addendum or the related bill, http://www.congress.gov/cgi-bin/bdquery/z?d108:SN00089: all the sponsors of reinstating the draft are, in fact, members of the Democratic party. At last check, the President, is in fact, a Republican. Can we say major oops?
Keep in mind that I'm not saying there are not members of the Republican party that do support that bill. I just find irony in the bill being introduced by a group of Democrats, not a single Republican among them, and yet, people are saying that Bush is sponsoring the draft. Anyone else see something wrong with that picture besides me?
Riiiiiiiiiiiiight... using providing for the common defense, as written in the Constitution, as an excuse to reactivate the draft for both men and women, when you don't grasp the Second Amendment is a bit much.
Retirement
Nov. 6th, 2002 11:51 amMy husband is officially retired! That’s a big relief. It will take an act of Congress to return him to active duty. My oldest daughter will finish five years in the Navy in December. My son is also talking about doing some time in the Armed Forces when his time comes. The other daughter, well…. I love her, but why do I always wonder when the cops are coming to haul her ass off?
The final active duty paycheck from Uncle Sam was a shocker! They paid him for 45 days of leave that he hadn’t taken. We paid off an old credit card bill and are on our way to being free of unsecured debt. I have it planned out. If no unforeseen problems occur, our credit card debt will be paid off in November 2005. No more dealing with these weenies that say, “Oh, we can save you oodles of money.” Fact is… they don’t save you shit. The company that sent info recently said they could help us get our debt paid off in 6.5 years. Riight… 6.5 years is (12*6)+6 = 78 months. They told me that they charge no fees… Riiiiight… that’s why there’s a $38 monthly service fee stuck in there. 38*78, that’s 2964 over the course of the time we are paying. I did some calculations based on current income and expenses. We will have the stuff paid off faster and keep a good credit rating using my plan as opposed to theirs. I showed the figures to my husband. He was astounded at how quickly we can do this. Afterward, the money we are paying can be saved or used to pay additional funds on the principle of our house.
That plan is providing that he doesn’t let his darling talk him out of a wad of cash for a car. That’s another tale.
As I have said over the last couple of weeks, I’ve been reading more than usual. I used read a great deal, but times change and so do people. Some habits, we never change, but that’s another story.
Something that I have found irritating of late, people that knowingly mark items as rare that are not on auctions should be forced to sit through the hour long dissertation my spouse gives on the subject.
I’ve started writing a bit. Want to get a piece done for Club Paradisio over the next two days so the groundwork is ready on Halloween.
Monday, we spent tying up the proverbial loose ends of my husband’s twenty-year military career. In a few days he will no longer be an SFC, he will be a Mr. or as they like to say a PFC which in this case means Proud Fucking Civilian. Gotta love those military acronyms. We now have ID cards that say retired on them and our medical care is squared away. 460 bucks a year for the family to stay on Tricare. I shopped around a bit and frankly, 9.50 a month per person is pretty cheap for health care.
My husband said that one of his most vivid memories is standing in the MEPS (Military Enlistment Processing Station) and watching the elevator doors close as Jessica and I were leaving the building. She was barely two. Here we are twenty years later and it seems like yesterday.
We always tell ourselves, “plenty of time,” but the truth is… we don’t know how much time we have and every moment should be precious. Sadly, we often don’t realize just how precious time is until we have none left. Jean’s recent post on making memories reminded me of that. We can’t get back lost time no matter why it wasn’t used the way we wanted, but… we can make new memories and try to make them good ones.
I was reminded today of life changing events for my younger daughter. She is still the wild child of my three. She had to face something that few teenagers do, their own mortality. One friend’s brother was shot in a gang related incident. He gave his life keeping a child safe. After he went into the house, he spotted a child outside and went out to get them out of harm’s way. Someone thought he was carrying a weapon and shot him. The second incident was a car accident. The simple clicking of a seatbelt could have saved the young man’s life like so many others. Thankfully, none of my children ever argued over wearing a seatbelt. The last is the most tragic and a real eye opener. A seventeen year old in her own home allows two boys, one that she knows, into her home to call for help because their car broke down. She was stabbed multiple times and shot. Rumor around town was the two boys wanted to recreate the killings in the movie “Seven.” This was the one that really took her by surprise. While people die in accidents everyday, people that you know are not killed by senseless and possibly premeditated actions.
I think there’s a horrible, but valid lesson there. Never open the door to strangers and be wary of those that aren’t. It’s often better to call for help for someone and keep the door shut than risk your own life. Someone desperately in need of help isn’t really going to care if you call or they do. We live in a strange world these days and need to adjust to it. Survival is of the utmost importance.
On the recommendation of a friend, I tried out Radio AOL. I had a few giggles over the Comedy Corner and TV Tunes.
Monday was pretty productive. Four loads of laundry shot down among other things. I read several books over the last few days, most of them having to do with getting things published. We have access to two libraries. I’m not sure if the college library is open to the general public or is students only. Might be worthwhile to go find out.
Dinner was Garlic Fried Chicken. It went over well with my normally picky family.
The husband person worked late Monday, but seems happy with his new job. I’m wondering how much of that is due to the shit hitting the fan over Iraq.
Tuesday was another productive today. Managed to get 6 loads of laundry done including two of old military stuff. My husband is hanging on to the stuff until after he gets the official retiree ID card. Call it superstition or whatever you wish, but I’m not arguing. I need to tidy up a bit in the garage and laundry room. My office is a bit cluttered, but it mostly library books stack on the table against the wall.
I’ve been spending a lot of time lurking in the libraries. It’s amazing what subjects pique my interest these days. Old interests are being renewed. I grabbed a bunch of stuff on ghosts, hauntings, and things that go bump in the night. I’m averaging a book every three days. This is good, considering I haven’t sat down to read in any quantity in a long time.
Yesterday's Book: The Encyclopedia of Things That Never Were
Today's Book: Crossing Over by John Edward
Lion's Tower
Oct. 1st, 2002 09:52 pmOften the first writing exercise people are given is to discuss their own life. I’m a dabbler. A creature that looks into this or that as it catches my fancy. It’s evidenced by the eclectic taste I have in books and hobbies. In my early teens, I started reading about hauntings and other phenomena that are classed as supernatural or paranormal. I was and still am fascinated by these things. A few of the reasons seem cornball or just plain nuts. I feel things… those walk over your grave sort of chills sometimes. I’ve had those, “follow this road, you need to know this place” feelings and followed. Some part of me is afraid I will end up somewhere that I don’t belong; yet, another must follow and know what is there.
When our son was about a year old, we moved from Kentucky to PA. Kevin was assigned to recruiting duty about an hour’s drive from my folks’ home. We were out for a drive. Something just said…. Take this turn and follow this road. I had never been on that road before. My parents confirmed that I had never been to the cemetery I ended up driving to. My great-grandmother and I were very close while I was growing up. She passed away in 1984 while we were in Germany. I didn’t get to go to the funeral because we couldn’t afford it. I have no idea why I went down that road. I just did. The cemetery plot is a bit up the hill and out in plain view. I was ok once I figured out where I was.
Have you ever had an experience like that and ended up questioning your own sanity? I had an experience like that about 1985. We were at the Tower of London. Two places there caused me to stop cold and look around. The only clue to the first spot is that it was near the bridge the crosses over what was once a moat. I have since learn that something called Lion(’s) Tower existed near that spot but was destroyed in the seventeenth century. The Lion Tower, so named because lions and other animal were housed nearby, was constructed during the time of Edward I. Now, we all know the movie Braveheart stretched the truth in some places, but he was indeed a thorn in King Edward’s side. The point is that if I had been there before it would have been some time between the reign of Edward I and the time Lion Tower was destroyed.
Another one that gave me cold chills was Traitor’s Gate. The gate is a waterway entrance from the Thames River. At the time, I dismissed those feelings, but after researching I learned much about the dark history that involves that entrance. A good reference on the history of the Tower is The Tower of London by R. J. Minney.
On a happier note
Sep. 20th, 2002 06:52 pmI thought some of you might like to see this.
Horse Cavalry Detachment.
This group is a piece of recreated American history. While the detachment itself was created in 1972, it commerates a great deal of history.
Retirement readiness
Sep. 16th, 2002 02:53 amRediscovering cross-stich and plastic canvas craft have taken up my time since the end of Round 4 of the BOCAG, which I'll discuss in another post. I found a Tengwar font and will be doing some cross-stitching with it. Tengwar? Glad you asked... Elvish lettering ala Tolkien. Kevin has been playing Dark Elves for Warhammer of late. So... going to cross-stitch on his dice bag and stuff to keep them from getting mixed up. I finished up a bag for carrying a play deck and life stones for a CCG. Looks good, I think, I may try to take a picture. Black fabric doesn't do well in a scan since my scanner background comes out black.
My house is in pretty good shape except for kiddy and kitty corners. The garage is even clean, well, except two duffle bags that need to go back to the attic, but at least the stuff isn't all over the floor.
Kitty corner is where the litterbox is. What part of clean up after the cats every day is so hard to grasp?
Kiddy corner is the three rooms at the front of my house. Two bedrooms, inhabited by one teenager a piece, and a bathroom. Some people say I should let it alone, but I like using that bathroom at night so I don't wake the bear by going in the master bedroom. If we had a third bathroom for company then maybe I would just put a door in front of that hallway and keep it shut.
My daughter is amusing on the subject of the bathroom. Theirs looks like hell and she says.. "Mom, Soandso is going to use your bathroom." "Eh... no.. they use yours. If you are too ashamed to have them see it, clean it or take them elsewhere." The look that got... She never asked again.
Obiwanknobe has been posting cool links on Celtic mythology of late. If that's your thing, have a looksee! :)
Edit: Link to obiewanknobe journal is dead.
Community blues
Jul. 2nd, 2002 05:07 amThursday, the call comes in... "Mom, I'm getting a plane to Atlanta. No connections to Dallas until later, Be home tomorrow. " She was bringing Gabe home. So, Friday, she was here and Saturday she was on her way back. She couldn't get leave because she took a week for baby sister's graduation.
House looks like a Texas twister blew through here at the moment. Ironically, the only thing still clean is the garage. I need to get my bills paid today and get my house picked up. I always have those two or three days out of the month when I feel like shit and can't get moving. That's over and I can get my ass back in gear.
Warning, rant ahead. ( Remember, I warned you. )
Hanoi Jane
Oct. 9th, 2001 05:36 pmI am unaware of the author and if anyone knows, please post it.
I find it disgusting that my daughter, my husband, and others that serve and have served in our country's armed forces have given up their Constiutional rights to protect hers and those like her that have betrayed their countryman and everything America stands for.
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KEEP THIS MOVING ACROSS AMERICA
This is for all the kids born in the 70's that do not remember this, and
didn't have to bear the burden, that our fathers, mothers, and older
brothers and sisters had to bear.
Jane Fonda is being honored as one of the "100Women of the Century."
Unfortunately, many have forgotten and still countless others have never
known how Ms. Fonda betrayed not only the idea of our country but specific
men who served and sacrificed during Vietnam.
The first part of this is from an F-4E pilot.
The pilot's name is Jerry Driscoll, a River Rat. In 1978, the former
Commandant of the USAF Survival School was a POW in Ho Lo Prison-the "Hanoi
Hilton." Dragged from a stinking cesspit of a cell, cleaned, fed, and
dressed in clean PJs, he was ordered to describe for a visiting American
"Peace
Activist" the "lenient and humane treatment" he'd received. He spat at Ms.
Fonda, was clubbed, and dragged away.
During the subsequent beating, he fell forward upon the camp Commandant's
feet, which sent that officer berserk. In '78, the AF Col. still suffered
from double vision (which permanently ended his flying days) from the
Vietnamese Col.'s frenzied application of a wooden baton.
From 1963-65, Col. Larry Carrigan was in the 47FW/DO (F-4Es). He spent 6
-years in the "Hilton"- the first three of which he was "missing
in action". His wife lived on faith that he was still alive. His group,
too, got the cleaned/fed/clothed routine in preparation for a "peace
delegation" visit.
They, however, had time and devised a plan to get word to the world that
they still survived. Each man secreted a tiny piece of paper, with his SSN
on it,
in the palm of his hand. When paraded before Ms. Fonda and a cameraman,
she walked the line, shaking each man's hand and asking little encouraging
snippets like: "Aren't you sorry you bombed babies?" and "Are you grateful
for the humane treatment from your benevolent captors?"
Believing this HAD to be an act, they each palmed her their sliver of paper.
She took them all without missing a beat. At the end of the line and once
the camera stopped rolling, to the shocked disbelief of the POWs, she turned
to the officer in charge and handed him the little pile ofpapers. Three men
died from the subsequent beatings. Col. Carrigan was almost number four but
he survived, which is the only reason we know about her actions that day.
I was a civilian economic development advisor in Vietnam, and was captured
by the North Vietnamese communists in South Vietnam in 1968, and held for
over 5 years. I spent 27 months in solitary confinement, one year in a cage
in Cambodia, and one year in a "black box" in Hanoi. My NorthVietnamese
captors deliberately poisoned and murdered a female missionary, a nurse in a
leprosarium in Ban me Thuot, South Vietnam, whom I buried in the jungle near
the Cambodian border.
At one time, I was weighing approximately 90 lbs. (My normal weight is 170
lbs.) We were Jane Fonda's "war criminals."
When Jane Fonda was in Hanoi, I was asked by the camp communist political
officer if I would be willing to meet with Jane Fonda. I said yes, for I
would like to tell her about the real treatment we POWs received different
from the treatment purported by the North Vietnamese, and parroted by Jane
Fonda, as "humane and lenient." Because of this, I spent three days on a
rocky floor on my knees with outstretched arms with a large amount of steel
placed on my hands, and beaten with a bamboo cane till my arms dipped.
I had the opportunity to meet with Jane Fonda for a couple of hours after I
was released. I asked her if she would be willing to debate me on TV. She
did not answer me.
This does not exemplify someone who should be honored as part of "100 Years
of Great Women." Lest we forget..."100 years of great women" should never
include a traitor whose hands are covered with the blood of so many
patriots.
There are few things I have strong visceral reactions to, but Hanoi Jane's
participation in blatant treason, is one of them.
Please take the time to forward to as many people as you possibly can. It
will eventually end up on her computer and she needs to know that we will
never forget.
