Always Waiting....

Always Waiting.........


Ten years gone, by the wayside
I walked into the season, eyes opened wide,
I sat waiting for what, where, why- by the side

Of the road for what was to come
What was to be done,
With each rising and setting sun
Waiting on mankind’s kingdom come

And what logic was wasted on the prospect
That last look at the side glance
Of my last stance
My last dance
To linger in
my last trance
My last moment for romance
Ten long years waiting
For who
For what
For where
Just to question myself in the long run
WHY????????????????

In the Shadows of My RA

For those of us with painful hands, a simple handshake can be a terrifying experience, one that has the potential to bring us great pain.


I learned a trick that helped me a lot. In a normal handshake you present your hand out to the person you are meeting. For myself, I put my hand out with the palm facing the ground, allowing the person about to shake my hand an opportunity to see the top of my hand, and on bad days, the inflammation in the joints. It always causes the person shaking my hand to look and think before taking my hand because this is an unusual way to offer my hand.


Since using this method of handshake, I have never had anyone give me a firm handshake that would potentially bring tears to my eyes.

GETTING OTHERS TO UNDERSTAND


Since we are on the topic of dealing with others, another big issue is how other people react to someone with Rheumatoid Arthritis. There is a lack of understanding from people who don’t suffer this disease because you just don’t look any different than before you suffered or were diagnosed with RA.


The best article I have read on this can be found is called The Spoon Theory This article describes better than I ever could how difficult it is living each day with Rheumatoid Arthritis and how our day is filled with decisions on how to conserve energy to last through the day. The article was actually written about Lupus, but it relates very well. I recommend you share this story with people who care about you to enable these people to better understand the challenges you face each day.

We have to learn to be tolerant of others, understanding that, until you suffer this challenging disease, it is impossible to understand just how difficult it can be living with chronic pain, exhaustion and fear.

When we learn tolerance, then we will not be affected by the judgments of others, remembering those judgments come from ignorance. i AM VIESTA I AM OUT

Christmas Reflections

Christmas Reflections:

It is a fact of human life that, from time to time, we grow distant from those who we love. There are several reasons for this. Things happen in our life that take us to different places, and we cannot cover so much ground. Many of us have a number of friends and acquaintances and cannot be in contact with all of them at the same time. Christmas can be useful in repairing some of the damage that this does, and this is a major reason why it is seen as being a time of togetherness.
Whatever we may think at a given time, no friendship or relationship needs to be considered completely broken if one or both parts of it feel that there is a chance of reconnection. There may be a lot of hurt there, but Christmas allows a focus on things that we thought were lost. It is a time when many people feel that there is a chance for forgiveness, for apologies and acceptance. Whatever we feel may have been lost, we can focus on bringing back the good times.
Of course, Christmas is only here for a month, or a few weeks, and then we have to refocus on the world without Christmas in it. This is when the true test of what has been rebuilt comes, and if we are not truly committed to making it happen then it can still fall away again. But if you feel that you would like to reconnect with someone you had lost contact with, Christmas is the time to make it happen.

Just sharing

Sometimes the world just keeps gyrating, the day continues on as any other day, people come, people go, children can’t wait to grow up so grownups can’t tell them what to do, while grownups wish they were children again so they would have less responsibilities.

And with this, some of us find that we have time our on hands, time to think of days ahead or days left behind, maybe we are just thinking of a loved one we miss or a family member we are no longer in touch with, we don’t always realize or understand why we do not have that person in our life, but it never wavers, the constant knowing that person is out there in the world and we cannot touch them, or talk to them or even know what they are up to; makes us sad or mourn the loss of whatever it is we once had with that person, relative, or just a friend.

I was chatting with my sister on the phone the other night; she called to tell me she was missing one of our family members that she has lost contact with, her voice sounded sad, hurt by whatever foolishness has kept it where they are not in contact with each other. Family can tug on your heartstrings in the middle of the night, slowly as November is closing in, winter’s cold air becoming brisk and with it memories can be stirred like the embers on a fire log burning within the a fireplace, it just needs a little nudge to keep the cinders burning. After I spoke to my sister, I started thinking about days goneby , my youth, a war that took place so long ago called Vietnam. I recalled a bracelet I had worn for year, it was a MIA bracelet, a 19 year old boy named Stephen, I always wondered what happen to him, was he killed in action or did he just put down his gun one day and wander off into the jungles of Nam, never to be seen again, never to contact his family, his family never knowing what happen to him, always holding out hope in the back of their mind that Stephen could walk through the door and his family would quietly pick up from where they left off.......... You see, I got all of this just from having a conversation with my sister, who is missing a family member who is not talking to her and I thought to myself, whoa, Family members decide one day they don’t want anything to do with us, no particular reason, they have just put us aside as if we were never a part of their being and move on with their life, to me, that makes that family member a real M.I.A.- missing in action, only not the action of a war, or the missing of a loved one that you have no idea where they are or what could have happened to them, but a family member who is within miles of your home, a family member who could pick of a phone and just start a conversation and move on from there. But that would be too difficult for some, cause it means they would have to change their routine, or it might inconvenient their day to day lifestyle to take the time to say “Hi, I just wanted you to know I am thinking about you and hope you are doing okay”, No, these family members would rather live the existence of a M.I.A. leaving you wondering in the middle of the night why they don’t want to be a part of your life, to share family time or even a quiet whisper of conversation late into the night to say, hey........... thinking about you!

Family

What is the meaning of family today in 2009?

In the year 2009, the family structure has changed; the dynamics have changed as well. The family today is not the Leave it To Beaver setting it was some fifty years ago. Some of us thought when we had a family; we hoped for the most part that it would be a Rockwell Setting, treasured by everyone who saw us as a family. But mostly what we see is life unfolding, quietly, gracefully, one moment at a time.


I am discouraged by the stories I have heard in 2009 that reflect our unwillingness to extend to our men, the same emotional support we so desperately want filled by “our man.” Our men need us as they transition from provider to “househusband” until they can figure out what’s next. For some househusband may become a permanent answer while their wife earns the higher salary. Despite what you may or may not think of men (and girl I understand) they generally do have their family’s best interests at heart. They want us to have the house in a great neighborhood, good schools, support your passion, vacations, and pretty things whatever it is in the lifestyle you and your children want.

In previous blogs I have decisively stated my full support of real housewives and the importance of their hard work at home and raising their children. That being said, for some women, there is no broadmindedness for their husband’s emotional breakdown in watching their business, long-career or job in a specific area (which often does not translate easily to another field of work) fail. Men from mid to early 40’s through 65 are suddenly faced with completely starting over, in the real estate market, car business, factory assembly, corporate careers, textile…the list is long and may not be pretty.
However, in the first six months of unemployment we see them struggle and feeling overwhelmed by the job market in their own fields. Some take any job, while looking for another. By the second six months we are dissatisfied, appalled by their being at home and need for them to start doing the chores that you no longer have the time to complete. I whole hardly agree whoever is home takes care of the home.
Unhappily they are fraught with depression and concerned as the job market is bleak and funds have all about run out. They are not proud of sitting on the couch overwhelmed and feeling defunct, they do not know the symptoms of depression. We begin to believe they have become lazy, taking advantage of the situation as a temporary vacation while we scramble to keep it all going
The man you thought you married is still there but he needs a chance to recover. His inner life, his self-image as he knows it has been crushed. You don’t have to understand the way a man thinks to support him as one human being to another. He needs to know you still value and appreciate him. He needs your acknowledgement that he has been a “good” man and you will be there to catch him when he falls.
During these unsympathetic financial times we all need to pull together during the hard times. It is easy to be happy when all is well. Now is the time to remember why you are together and what is the most important things in your lives are.
Children yearn for time with parents. It makes them feel special. Parents are encouraged to find time to spend playing with their kids on a regular basis. This should include one to one with each child and group time with all of the adults and kids in the home. If you are a single parent or have an only child, occasionally invite family or friends over to play.
Playing with kids builds a bond that will last forever. It lets the child know he or she is loved and pleasing. It opens the door for sharing problems and concerns when the need arises. It helps the parent get to know and under the uniqueness of each child. This also improves parent-child communication and reduces behaviour problems. It is also great stress reducer for overworked parents.

Child Psychology information to help build parenting skills that help to provide structure and encouragement for children of all ages from toddlers to teens. These positive parenting tips build self-esteem, self-discipline and create kids that are winners. Parents learn useful techniques to improve specific behavior problems.

Whatever your style of parenting is, remembering a family is a team of people working together, to get into the same direction that performs as a family with love, thoughtful and compassion for once another, family means work, a work that has outstanding results when we work together as one unit with love, as a family, always in the name of love.

I am Viesta, I am out~

Face of a Child

With less than 5 weeks to go until Christmas, I’m finding myself incredibly far behind in both my cards I need to write and my read-set-go to get away for a few days during Christmas.
I know a few of us getting a little down over the holidays, but I would like to think that we know Christmas Spirit is alive and well, just look into the faces of kids everywhere, they are always hopeful, always in awe of the Christmas lights, trees, the long line to whisper to Santa what they want for gifts....... It does not matter the times, the days, the media news, if you really want to share or feel the spirit of the holidays, look into the face of a hopeful child. I wish more of us could remember that feeling, that excitement, that loyalty to imagination.
How about you? Are you done with your holiday shopping yet? Do you think you’ll be ready in time?

The Monster RA

My RA has made life hard, sometimes even debilitating, but has also created a spirit within me that I never knew existed. I know this will sound a bit bizarre, but what I’ve learned because of it, I would never want to lose. If ever the genius who could remove all signs of my RA, I would still ask don’t take away what arthritis has done to my soul”. RA in many ways has shown me I am a kind person, a person that can understand and listen to others who share this journey of RA, it has made me patient and I revel in the days when my pain is low. I wouldn’t want to give away the perception it has thought me. It’s invaluable and essential to who I am and who I hope to be, along with my enduring husband who has been there for me every step of the way.

Don’t get me wrong, I do mourn the healthy person I once was, but I swear to all that is beyond our thinking, even with a disease like RA, we can learn a lot about ourselves and others. I still get irritated and think “why me” every now and then. That is inevitable. When I am down, I get really dark. But now, when I find myself in those moments of despair, I talk myself out of it and take on the monsters of RA. I know it is okay to allow yourself to be unhappy occasionally.

Thanks for letting me sound off ..... Blessings, Ves

Death is What It Is~ Mankind Have Become Vampires~

7 dead, 12 injured in Fort Hood shooting The World is a Vampire


His name appears on radical Internet postings. A fellow officer says he fought his deployment to Iraq and argued with soldiers who supported U.S. wars." He was a man of science, a Psychiatrist, a man that was there to help others who were suffering from the effects of this situation, a place called Iraq...... need more be said? His name is Dr Maj Hasan- he was American born, a faithful man to his religion of Muslim, he has been quoted as saying such things as Muslims should stand up and fight the aggressor and that we should not be in the war in the first place." He said that eHasan said he was "happy" when a US soldier was killed in an attack on a military recruitment centre in Arkansas in June. An American convert to Islam was accused of the shootings.

Dr Maj Hasan was a devout Muslim and had sought for several years to be discharged from the military, the Washington Post reported, citing his aunt. Noel Hasan told the newspaper her nephew had endured name-calling and harassment about his faith for years after the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks on New York and the Pentagon.

But in scope, no matter his religion, what he felt or did not feel, he took the lives of innocence today- he murdered, why, we do not know, but does it matter, even in the knowing of why, that won’t bring back the dead. War is hell, men’s war games are hell. It does not make a man bigger, or a bad ass or more important to pick up a weapon and kill, to me, it makes him a coward hiding behind a loaded gun. Men are boys and they will never learn that war is not the answer.

The magnitude of what happened is mind boggling, even for those familiar with unexpected acts of violence. "
Quite an ironic day to commit a treasonous act against your country.

Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you.

The world makes less and less sense to me, the world is a vampire and we are just the food that the wars will continue to feed upon, until we are no more~~~

I am Viesta and I am Out~

Hazy Days of Poems

Breach
Free of the untruths we recite,
Beholding reality for what is right,
Rise high your glass, in praise of man
understand his nature while you can.
Delicious in appearance, beware the cost,
for it shall bitter in taste with innocence lost.
Freeing my bonds to explore his night.
In this I find you will not like.
From in this depth you cannot fight.
No truth or lessons for me be taught,
It guides me in this soul I rot.
Soiled and raw with stench of death,
screaming, illusive, foul, be my breath.
In my solemned disillusion I lurch and writhe,
I am his grief, have no doubt,
a dispirited life, now cast me out.
In these wounds I will feel no more,
the scalding sun upon this tasteless sore.
Man hides behind his faceless disguise
always to parish in truth, as I live his lies.
Remove his harmony for I have become his past,
Thinking I could hold on to love, never to last,
Giving way to blackness, I belong to the night,
Down here in the shadows seeing the last of my light~
Viesta Morrison ~

The Two Sons

Older and Younger brother
Once, not to long ago, their was a family in the world. They lived peacefully, and happily and life was good. They live with there Mother and Father, one was called Older brother who had been around for a very long time and was very wise in the ways of spirit. Older brother had a sibling, called Younger brother who was very young and still learning the ways of the world and Spirit. A day came when Younger brother wanted to go out and learn on his own, and too like Older brother become wise in his ways. He told Older brother, whose ways were always gentle and letting. Older brother agreed, for if Younger brother wanted to make his own way, then it was not Older brothers way to stop him.


Younger brother went far away. Though he learned much, he was often foolish, and without the guidance of Older brothers advice he often learned things backwards and forgot many of the ways of spirit. The farther and farther Younger brother went, the more different and backwards he became. Then one day he had traveled so far, he traveled to the same place he had left. Many many years had passed, but Older brother, whose memory is as great as he is wise remembered and welcomed Younger brother. Younger brother, whose memory was as great as he was wise, did not recognize Older brother.


It became clear that Younger brother had indeed found his own way, if walking backwards can be called a way. Younger brother spent a lot of time growing food. He made many tools and spent a lot of time making sure that he would have enough to eat, and spent much time making sure he could have his favorite foods. Yet the more he worked on the land, the more the land demanded more work. And the larger the harvests, so to the larger Younger brothers population until Younger brother had to spend more time working even more land to secure larger harvests. Older brother did not do things so. He spent only a little time each week gathering food, took only what was needed, and took what was available. He often wandered too with the food, and so never spent much time working the land. Younger brother saw this and thought it foolish. He made fun of Older brother, who confused replied, "Trust in Spirit for your daily needs, and be content with what is given." Indeed, Older brother was quite content, even though he did not spend time working land. Younger brother, who had forgotten the ways of Spirit was perplexed for he had a lot of all his favorite foods but never seemed to be content with what he had and always wanted more. For some reason Younger brother grew angry that Older brother was so content to have so little and be so lazy, while he was working hard and had so much!


Younger brother had learned to make many tools, and spent countless hours making, repairing, and using them. Tools that did all kinds of things, in countless ways. He was very proud of his tools, and was fairly haughty when he showed them to Older brother. But Older brother only replied "Spirit is very diverse and will always provide you with what you need within your own ability. A healthy man who uses a crutch will eventually grow dependent on it and go lame." This made Younger brother very angry, he thought Older brother very foolish, could he not see how accomplished Younger brother was?


Both brother daily led different lives indeed it seemed. Older brother lived very freely and regally and was content with very little. He spent much time playing games, making simple art, dancing, and lived a very relaxed and slow paced life that Younger brother thought was lazy. Yet Older brother was very content, and wise in the ways leading a happy life. Younger brother was always very busy like the ants, but unlike the ants he often only thought of himself as miserable men tend to do. He spent much time working, most of his time infact, either on the land or his tools. And though he had many things and favorite foods, knowledge and facts, he had forgotten how to live a happy life content with what he had.


One day Father Spirit came to visit the two brothers. Both brothers were happy, and Younger brother thought "At last, truly Father will recognize the supperiority of my ways!" But as Father came to them, he looked deeply into there hearts and saw what was there. He loved and acknowledged both, but feeling the fear and pompous in Younger brother said little to him and completely ignored his tools and feilds of crops. Yet when he looked into Older brother whose heart was light and content with life, he took him aside. At this Younger brother grew enraged! How many hours he worked and slaved to establish himself, and for no recognition! He vowed that he would MAKE Older brother serve him and his ways, and then Spirit would have to talk to him. He vowed this without the knowledge that it was the heaviness of his heart, created by his ways that kept Spirit from him.


Spirit walked with Older brother and saw many many years ahead. Spirit asked "How is it you live so happily?" Older brother replied "I trust in you, and every day i am given what i need." Spirit asked then, "And how do you decide what paths to follow?" Older brother replied, "When a path makes me heavy, i must set it down. When a path makes my heart lift, i must follow." Spirit saw the Older brother was indeed wise from his years and told him of things to come.


"There will come a day when Younger brother forces his ways on you, and will make you forget your own. His heart is heavy, and he cannot stand to see yours so light. You remember that he is your brother, but Younger brother does not remember you. There will come a time when there is very little Older brother, and many many Younger brother and the earth will suffer from the heaviness of his ways and heart, and many of the wise will have the ways of the foolish taught and thrust upon them. There will be a time when all seems lost. But i have many children from many stars, who are wise and live as you. They may be different, but they remember the ways of living contentedly with what they have from a lifestyle of a light heart. Though Younger brothers ways may be heavily ingrained in you, my children of the stars will not be used to such heavy hearts. I will send them in your time of need, and they will remind you of the ways you are already wise in. Younger brother will not recognize them, but you will. He may call you lazy, or a drifter, but in your heart you will see and know them to be true. Younger brother takes pride in his heaviness, even though it drags him down and makes him unhappy. You will remember the ways of a content and happy heart when you see it, and you shall follow step. Younger brother will continue going backwards until he can no longer go backwards. Some will follow you when they see your lightness, other will take there heaviness to the next planet with calamity following them. When you you see the light of heart, unlike Younger brother, you will set your heaviness down and change your ways. By doing so you will teach Younger brother and save him."


Viesta 2009

Wall Space

The Spaces between walls
Compromising a situation will flow on by but compromising your self for a situation can never be given back. Accepting realities twists and turns or pulls and pushes allows awareness to see clearly and the tracks dont have to be derailed from the trains path. Group behavior can be simplified in this canalization. But i have no PHD, only threw lifes experiences do i have the realist grasp on these truths.
Only thing this knowledge is good for is answering those who ask the questions, seems that the separation of the generations is a strong one to break. Fear mostly controls the silence in these youthful minds, i guess the main concept will i be accepted for who i am who should i be so that i will fit in. These seem to be some of the basics for young white minded people.

So an opportunity has finally knocked at my motivation gear. the rush of new and unexplored territory makes my heart race, Hands shake in acceleration as the engine kicks over, this being loves to live for others, just spreading the love and showing actions of awareness and how they can help improve most gardens in heart and mind. To each their own, my mom always said mother said lifes bullshit. My thoughts wonder, if only the feeling of what i say could be felt before its heard, cause then there is no need to wonder and explain so much that seems like a puzzle with in words and phrazes.

I'm very impulsive if it sparks synapses in my brain and releases endorphins i chase the high, cause i love the feeling of flying. Its the same feeling as a great song just makes me wanna dance, body starts moving. Doesn't take me much to brighten up, Cause i know where ever i am its cause i wanted to be there, Experience the feeling of being known not really having to explain your self for my character complexity. Like being in a movie where every one knows every one been good friends for 10 or more years so there arent many tricks that havent been pulled out on the table. They are not the prettiest or nicest or richest or well behaved bundle of characters but there is heart, cause this is are created family. I cant speak for all of them but al ot of broken hearts, and mis trust., some got more of a home others got more side effects, together when we unite CAPTAIN PLANET... drifting again..

Tell Me About Your Journey……


I want to tell the story of one person over the age of 75 male or female once a week- I think for too long we have ignored the older generation, yeah it is true, we treat them like they just that, old? I want to gather stories of people who want to talk about what they did with their life, the path they chose to walk down, how they got where they are today, if they have regrets, what secrets to living a good/long life that they have to share! I want the stories to be funny, heartbreaking, even serious?

And I will need some pictures to go along with each story each week, not of the person I am writing about always, just pictures that would suit the theme of that person that week

My Father In Law Joe Still Going Strong at 96!

My Father in Law, Joe at age 96!

I am from the US, living the last ten years of my life in Canada, married and blessed. I have met many the extraordinary people in my lifetime, living from Texas to Alaska to Washington down to Louisiana, but never have I met anyone like my 96 year old Father In Law, Joe Morrison.

It is not enough to point out this man’s lifetime of devotion to family, WW2, a decorated hero, father of 7 children, loving husband to his wife Shirley Morrison of over 63 years of marriage, but one living incident, one constant factor of love and devotion by this mighty man, stands out in his every day life.

Last week Joe went down to the DMV to get his license renewed- many the person would wonder why a 96 year old man has the need to still be behind the wheel of a car, but Joe Morrison is no ordinary man of his age, or any age for that fact. Twenty one years ago, Joe’s son Danny, known to the family as Bags, was in a very serious car accident, one that he would never recover from, one that would leave Danny in a semi-coma state for the rest of his life, Danny was only 32 at the time of his accident. He was working in the gas fields of Alberta at the time of his car accident. Within days, living so many miles from his home in Nova Scotia, Joe who was 75 at the time, took a flight out to be with his son in the hospital. The news on Danny was grim; the doctors reported he would never come out of it. That he would never walk, talk, or ever understand what was going on around him. That small detail never entered Joe’s mind. No, this astonishing man sat at his son’s beside, until he was flown back to Nova Scotia, where Danny would be for the remainder of his life. Without fail, Joe has attended to the needs of his son, everyday, 7 days a week, every year, year in and year out. Winter months, with icy roads, Joe drives to be with his son, Spring rolls around, he will load Danny into the special needs van to bring Danny home for a Sunday afternoon to be with family that always seems to be either coming or going to this very tiny home in a place called Chester Basin Nova Scotia. He drives out to the Nursing home where Danny lives, he makes sure Danny is fed, that the nurses keep a eye on things and he drives home every evening to his wife of over 60s years.
The only break that Joe took during his years attending to his son Danny, was 10 days to recuperate from a open heart triple bypass he had at age 80.
Over the years, Joe will tell you, there is always hope, always a dim light at the end of the tunnel, which Danny could come out of it any day. Some would say Joe has tunnel vision; I would have to say, Joe has a heart, a heart mightier than most men receive or live within any lifetime.


I could tell you all the wonderful things about Joe Morrison, who would never complain about one day of his living. He would never tell you how at age 3, his lost his parents, how he was raised by his grandparents, how he survived alone during the Great Depression of the 1930s, or even how he joined the war in WW2 to serve his country.
No, I could go on and on, I can tell you how it is not just America who has such mighty heroes, I could point out that we are North America, one country, one mind, one need, to find the good in proud people who we should honor for living and sharing the life they have given to all of us, people like my 96 year old Father In Law, who deserves to be presented with Person of the Week, for just one moment, is his lifetime of service to everyone. Thanks for reading me.

People are out of control, no one practices limits, the world keeps spinning and mankind grows less intelligent everyday, as technology steps forward, I can't sleep and the random thoughts on life are beyond my control.

Those of us who seek to intervene in policy debates in favor of economic justice and environmentally sustainability are regularly assured by the world's power brokers that they are fully committed to these goals so long as economic growth and the expansion of free trade are not compromised by governmental restraints on the market. So sacred have growth and free trade become in our modern culture that only rarely do we find the courage to ask why they should be given precedence over the needs of people and nature. Indeed, why should we consider accelerating growth and trade to be of any importance at all except to the extent that they serve people and nature?

When the proponents of growth, market deregulation, and free trade tout their benefits, it is well to bear in mind what some of the most outspoken of these proponents really have in mind.

Old Movies & Saturday Nights!

Old Movies & Saturday Nights!
Mike and I have been getting one good old movie a week, usually on Saturday night, to watch, sometimes it is better to see a movie years later, than dead on the spot, so last night was “Field of Dreams, perfect for a mid-summer movie, yeah, we both cried and awwwed over some of the scenes we had forgotten.
Ever get that feeling of nostalgia during different months, like summer? I usually have a lot (I repeat, a LOT) of free time on my hands during the summer months, so I tend to catch up on a lot of things (games, movies, TV shows, etc) that I was too busy to enjoy earlier. And this last year, it has been great doing all that catching up with Mike home, we have grown in new ways, closer somehow, new to us and each other, better, more grounded, centered, for summer months bring out the best in me, I like that.
Kind of a random way I wanted to end this month’s posts by pointing out that with the nice weather, comes lots of nostalgia. I never realized this until I pointed it out to my husband a while ago, but during the summer, I get this nostalgic feeling, and I want to go back, view old movies, sit to talk about our childhoods, another aspect of us getting to know each other better after ten years. It didn’t really hit me this summer, and today, here is Alberta , is was a surprisingly nice day. And something about it just made me…happy, and as I said, nostalgic.

I like that feeling that overcomes me from random thoughts, good conversations, old books, a good movie….. Life is blessed and I am really enjoying it, living it and loving each day as it comes.

I am Viesta, I am out

I search the internet and found old verses of me

Mimesis of face

I met a woman in a field
Sunshine teasing through thin fabrics
as long spnindles of rays hit under her
flowing skirt, she was slapping me as she
spun in the gold gleam of her inhibited smile,
she made love to the sun in that field, with the
warm rays that followed her, the shadows made
way for her as she was the idle of all that was,
with regard to her foot steps, I viewed her, watching
her in the sun, playing with the freedom of all she
was, I stayed in watch for I became entrenched with
her semblance, not seeing me, she was barefoot, passing
the time with her hand made songs, trampling down on
weeds, the tiny blades of grass, her footsteps soon became
leaps, as she made her way to the edge of waters winding
along the fields, my eyes followed, all too soon, her form
departed my sight behind the bushes of the water's banks,
making my way to the water, I searched the scene, playing it
again in my head, where had she gone, I wondered, then looking
into the smooth liquds, I found her again, looking down into the
mirror of the river, she smiled back at me, She was me~

Viesta

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I always said it was the perfect end,
the only way to go,
never fade away,
no, I'lll never fade away,
I said I will just burn out,
and that's just what I'll do one day soon,
no one will miss what I was after a time,
I'll be stored in memeory, with time and
the passing seemly easier for those that live on,
for I always said it was the perfect way to go,
to die with pride,
to die so good about who I was, what I left,
to live it up fast, not wasting a minute,
to then make my escape,
from the urgency of too many faces,
save myself the grief,
everything else can go to hell,
it doesn't matter anyway,
I'll go out with a bang,"
and that's what just I will do one day soon~

Viesta

Raft

In my moonlit dreams I swam across the crystal mirror
To a sad country beyond
Made of rain and silence and
Empty fields of broken shades
Where dark trees arcade the stars
As comets discard the black night's reveries.
Toward the harbor of shadows
The curling sky arches over faded statues
At the end of the sea.
Here our pulses slow, mesmerized by beautiful collapse,
And the lonely outlines of an isolated home,
An island of ghosts and unwritten request,
and in this island of love I see, I feel,
a new beginning, stray from the past,
as the twilight of our days together,
re-fresh us, we begin in *Us* anew,
our eyes excelled the morning sun
Your smile laden my breast with flame
I'll boast upon that lilting sun
Your beauty worthy of a name
O what shall I give but a song
A song to sing my love for you
A song to time and space belong
Until the world is born anew

Viesta

Oh the Man and His Pleasures

Push apart your white legs.
Let my eyes see
those rapacious followings of
roaming aisles
of the world's
best candy shop,
and creep,
a little guilty,
up to the gumdrop counter
past where your stockings end.

Let me ponder
the shape of paradise,
a philosopher
discovering anew,
the sleek truth,
that the universe
is made of water.

I want to marvel
at the soft hair
that frames
your hemmed mouth--
mouse-brown moss
from a marble cave.

Part further,
and I'll watch breathless
how your lily opens,
greeting warm rain
and my nectar-seeking look.

And please, crest
of vanilla skin,
show me that small, smooth
stone of pleasure
that hides
your overwhelming secret--
the reflex arc of heaven.

Viesta

Fragments of a Woman's Disorder~

Abiding in a lonely reality
towers of flesh mount on me,
fill the shimmer of praise for a woman,
with her pumping blood.

And I quake at the need of a man~
See in me this land of fools

that heat my soul, with touch of a hand,
bleeding gums swell in my mouth's own juice,
I, the slave to a fragile requisite of pledges

And I shake at the want of man's touch~

Patheic, be the name of a woman,
who longs for love when only lust
exsist in the heart, it is not destiny in a hauntued
face to feel that glorious momentum of climax

And I break knowing I am a fugitive in man's dark night~

Viesta
'


Feather in Me

Feather of my yearning for life,
feather of my vain desire
to grind the mist with frivolous laughter at the sun,
feather of my longing for embraces
that fill the night with hushed tones,
feather of peace that listens to star-lit whispers
and echos them back to a tender heart of need,

I am the feather that will float in a breeze, carried
away to awaken in your slow decay
and return to the place of dreams,
to the skies of no boundaries or recalling of time,
by silently absorbing the impacts of harsh expressions
As I, the feather will find other meaningless destinations
to abide, weightless, waiting to be carried away in a
current

Viesta

On Jeremy Scahill & Why I Admire Him

Obama is just a sneak Bush administration with other words, don’t be fooled, as quoted by Jeremy Scahill, [ tell the truth people, for the truth will set you free, quoted by Viesta ]

I have been reading on this Jeremy Scahill, he is one the smartest people in the new generation of journalist. Honest, to the point, his words carry both valor and bluntness, something I had always which to achieve. He is the truth in a world setting of journalist that are does not bow before the government gods that dictate how and what we are to write. If you get the chance and earnestly want to be informed of what is going on, read Jeremy.

Jeremy Scahill (born c. 1974) is an American investigative journalist with expertise on a number of global issues, most notably the recent rise of private military companies (PMCs).[citation needed] He is the author of the international best-seller Blackwater:The Rise of the World's Most Powerful Mercenary Army. The book won the George Polk Book Award. He serves as a correspondent for the U.S. radio and TV program Democracy Now!. He is also a Puffin Foundation Writing Fellow at The Nation Institute and a frequent contributor to The Nation.[1] Scahill and colleague Amy Goodman were co-recipients of the 1998 Polk Award for their radio documentary "Drilling and Killing: Chevron and Nigeria's Oil Dictatorship", which investigated the Chevron Corporation's role in the killing of two Nigerian environmental activists.[2] Scahill's work appears frequently on Alternet, Commondreams, Counterpunch, Truthout, Antiwar.com, Huffington Post and many other independent news sites.

Scahill has reported from post-invasion Iraq; the former Yugoslavia, where he covered the 1999 NATO bombing;[3] and from post-Katrina Louisiana.[4] He has been a vocal critic of private military contractors, particularly Blackwater Worldwide, the subject of his book, Blackwater: The Rise of the World's Most Powerful Mercenary Army.[5] The book was the focus of a two-part interview and discussion with Amy Goodman on Democracy Now! in March 2007.[6] The book received numerous accolades, including the Alternet Best Book of the Year Award, a spot on the Barnes & Noble and Amazon lists of the Best Nonfiction Books of 2007, and another Polk Award. Scahill has appeared on ABC World News, CBS Evening News, NBC Nightly News, CNN, MSNBC, PBS’s The NewsHour, Bill Moyers Journal and is a frequent guest on other radio and TV programs nationwide. Scahill also served as an election correspondent for HBO’s Real Time with Bill Maher. Scahill has twice testified before Congress on the U.S. government's use of mercenary forces. On 19 April 2007, Scahill was a guest on The Daily Show where Jon Stewart was critical of Scahill's book.[7] On 3 Oct 2007 Stewart then expressed some remorse for his attitude during his interview with Scahill.[8]

Up until 1998, he was a regular contributor to the Catholic Worker. He campaigned vigorously against US policy towards Cuba, arguing that the Helms-Burton Act "discards ... sovereignty ... and attempts to supersede International law with US law" and "creates a legal framework authorizing financial and military support for armed subversion of a sovereign nation".[9]

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Men of Victory Become Men of Waste! ! !

Men of Victory Become Men of Waste! ! !
I was surfing the channels here on Canadian Television, when I came upon a the I_Channel, one of the many I pause on, then continue on with my searching for something to watch- when a story caught my eye, one of a war hero named George *Buzz* Beurling. At first it appeared to be a story on a WW2 war hero, not that different from many of the stories I had seen while growing up, war heroes, war zeros, they had all become a blur over the years, but this Beurling character was different, he was awarded at the start of the documentary, with parades, people saluting him, only to be ridiculed later by his own country that had once welcomed him home with open arms.
George Frederick Beurling was born in December, 1921 in Verdun, Quebec, in a very firm Brethren Christian’s family. He never took on smoking or drinking. He was a loner, a poor student and definitely not a team player. Almost everything associated with his childhood had one common denominator: desire to fly. He manifested this by haunting the nearby Carterville airport and making airplane models, which he tried to sell to get money for flying lessons. He started to learn how to fly at the age of fourteen. At sixteen he soloed in Gravenhurst, Ontario, where he went after quitting High School.
In spring 1940 the RAF was recruiting experienced pilots in Britain. That spurred Beurling. In May he boarded Swedish ship Valparaiso, loaded with explosives and destined for England. After a few "close calls" in convoy, ship arrived in Galsgow. Once there - within hours - Beurling presented himself at nearest RAF station. He was ecstatic to hear that he more then qualified. All he needed was a proof of age, and he did not have any! Young Canadian received another mighty blow. Frustrated and very angry he boarded another ship and returned, by convoy, to Montreal. With birth certificate stored as a treasure, he returns to Scotland in September, again traveling as a seaman. He enlisted in RAF Volunteer Reserve. Full year later, he was recommended for a commission. Beurling turned it down, and was posted to line squadron No. 403, as a Sergeant-Pilot. Four months later, he was transferred to No.41 Squadron, refusing a commission at the same time. On his third mission, a sweep over Calais, Beurling shot down a Fw-190. This happened while he separated himself from his flight, where he flew "tail-end-Charlie".* Two days later he did exactly the same thing. On any given opportunity to jump an enemy aircraft - which he always saw first - he promptly abandoned his formation. Discipline flying was not his style. For this he was scolded, reprimanded and then removed from almost all combat flying. His comrades treated him like a leper. His only solace was flying squadron's liaison Tiger Moth; which he did with a fury. Eventually, he asked for relocation.
He joined Squadron No.249, with S/L Stanley Grant as commanding officer and F/L P.B. "Laddie" Lucas his flight commander. Canadian Robert McNair (who was the other flight commander) did not want Beurling in his flight. He had a very firm, negative opinion about him. Other pilots described him to Lucas:

"...the chap's a loner. Can't be relied on. He will either shoot some down or 'buy it'."

After a straight talk with Beurling, Lucas decided to give him a chance. Later he recalled:

"I felt I was in the presence of a very unusual young man. He didn't give a damn for me. A youngster really, who was champing at the bit to get to it, to get an airplane and have a go."

Beurling was assigned to fly with Lucas' good friend: Raoul Daddo-Langlois. When asked his opinion about Beurling after couple of flights, the latter replied:

"God Almighty, he's quick and he's got the most marvelous eyes but, he's a hell of a chap at being able to keep with us."

After nearly a month on the island, Beurling had almost nothing to show for. In one of the six patrols he flew at that period, he shot down one Bf-109, which got its whole empennage blown off from a single burst of his guns. Since no one saw it crash; he was credited with only a damage.

The big day came on July 6th. Beurling flew in one of the eight Spitfires, intercepting three Cant bombers and thirty Macchi 202's escorting them. Spitfires dived on them from 22,000 feet, with sun in the back. Beurling sprayed one Italian bomber with bullets and went after the fighter, which plunged down trying to escape. Beurling caught up with it at 5,000 feet, and with two short bursts of fire scored a perfect hit. At Takali, he found his Spit full of bullets holes. Since it was his flying day, for next sortie he took off in another aircraft. On his third fly that day - a patrol with three other pilots - he split the formation of two Ju-88 and twenty Bf-109F's. Typically for him, he "yahooed" through the opposition and went after the lonely prey. During this lone-wolf performance, he easily finished one Bf-109. Thus, he achieved a status of an ace. However, he was snubbed by his fellow pilots for individualistic performance, and celebrated alone.

After every successful sortie, Beurling promptly recorded all the data of his victories in his black notebook. He analyzed it and invented a set of formulas and graphs, which involved speed of aircrafts and angles. This served him to become (in opinion of many of his contemporaries) the best "deflection shooter can be." These mathematical calculations, together with lizard-practice-shooting, showed his great devotion to the science of killing. He was a zealot when it came to aircraft's guns, and had stuck to his armourers rather than his squadron mates. Since he did not drink and constantly talked about shooting and killing - occasionally adorning it with the Bible verse - the other pilots withdrew from him. When waiting for combat flying, he always checked all the guns in aircraft designated to him. He was obsessive about it. The same time George was completely unconcerned about his tidiness and exceptionally imprecise in his discipline. He was also very eager to fly missions. Unlike many others, he never complained about having to sit in the cockpit while being in readiness. He seemed to be indifferent to scourging sun and foul smell of cordite, glycol, and grease, sometimes even vomit and urine.

Around that time he got his first nickname: "Screwball." In his book Malta, Laddie Lucas recalled: "He possessed a penchant for calling everything and everyone - the Maltese, the Bf-109s, the flies - those goddamn screwballs.... His desire to exterminate was first made manifest in a curious way. One morning, we were on readiness at Takali, sitting in our dispersal hut in the southeast corner of the airfield. The remains of a slice of bully-beef which had been left over from breakfast lay on the floor. Flies by the dozen were settling on it ... Beurling pulled up a chair. He sat there, bent over this moving mass of activity, his eyes riveted on it, preparing for the kill.
Since being awarded the Distinguished Flying Medal in July 1942, Sergeant George Beurling had destroyed nine enemy aircraft, bringing his total victories to seventeen. One of his exploits was the destruction of four enemy fighters in one day. During his brief combats he also damaged another two unfriendly aircraft. His courage and determination were source of inspiration to all of the Canadian people, the narrator announced, then, the story took a downward spiral, one of distain and immense dislike.
Beurling became a darling of ruling party and protégé of Prime Minister, Mackenzie King. During the tour to help sell the war bonds, he took pleasure of being a star. He also scored a lot - this time with the ladies. In Vancouver, before a large audience - many of whom were RCAF aircrew - Buzz all fired-up, vividly portrayed the moment when one of his fellow pilots burned in crashed Spitfire. He was talking with glee using very inappropriate words. Almost everybody just got-up and left.

After short flirt with sales, Beurling was sent back to England and became an instructor. His reputation proceeded him, and RAF was disinclined to send him to the front. He was desperate to go back to fighting, and constantly requested to be posted to an operational squadron. RAF constantly refused. Finally, in September, 1943 he was transferred to RCAF , and No.403 Squadron,(127Wing) which flew Spitfires IX. His main job there, was to teach young pilots how to shoot. But he also flew missions - and continued to be himself. During one mission over France, thanks to his supervision, he spotted enemy aircraft, peeled off, shot it down and returned to the airfield with the squadron. When he reported one enemy plane destroyed, his commandeur, Hugh Godefroy was stunned. Beurling not only did not inform his flight about the spotted plane, but also abandoned his position, exposing others to greater risk. His gun camera, when checked, showed clearly one Fw-190 exploding in mid-air.

Beurling continued to be rebellious and obstinate. He could not accept his place in a back row, where he wasn't greatly appreciated. Thus, he showed-off. Beurling accepted a promotion to Flight-Lieutenant just because it made him responsible for the squadron's Tiger Moth, and Godefroy became main target of his hostilities. He violated direct orders and using this trainer, he performed a lot of stunt flying. In result he was put under open arrest. Still, there were people willing to put-up with him. In November, "Buzz" got transferred to 412 Squadron, stationing in Biggin Hill. Massive fighter sweeps which the squadron flew did not "turn his crank" and he continued to play a lone-wolf. In December he got his last (32?) victory; a Fw-190. Then he came up with a plan to form his own circus of long-range Mustangs. Idea was, to gather few desperadoes like him, go over to the continent, and shoot the living hell out of anything that moves. Although he lobbied quite hard for it, his project did not got any support. Only days before D-Day, Beurling was granted an honorable discharge from RCAF and returned to Canada.

After-the-war Beurling was a very mixed-up guy; unsteady and unconventional; with bizarre and sometimes suspicious behavior. When the news of Jews looking for former fighter-pilots reached him, George went nuts. Although initially wasn't wanted, he got drafted by Israelis to fight for their new, independent state. His way to Palestine led through Italy, as part of the clandestine operation. He sojourned mainly at Urbe Airport in Rome.

There were a few Norduuyn Norseman, which loaded with arms were supposed to be flown to Palestine by volunteer pilots. On May 20th, 1948, Beurling died in one of those Norseman, which crashed at Urbe during a training (?) flight.

Absolutely nothing is clear about this crash. The plane was probably sabotaged. Investigation never really happened. Also, there are few different versions about who died with Beurling in that crush. Sometimes it is American pilot, sometimes British, and one source mentioned three ex-Luftwaffe pilots being in that plane."

George Beurling treated like war excrement in the end, a need to his country when deemed him necessary, a embarrassment when he did not live up to hype of what a hero should stand for.
War does a funny thing to people, it pulls the masses together as a country, begging on lean times, asking people to provide support for a cause that no one of sure of, but everyone is sure they should stand behind, no matter the outcome, no matter the toll on human nature, no matter the tears of families left behind to bury what remains of their memories.

Diner Nights and Classic Cars

Diner Nights and Old Cars

Alrighty then, still living in Canada, middle of May upon us and things are still slow on the growth front of economics, so there are few means of entertaining ourselves, outside of the TV, computers, WII games, you get the drift. I am still one of those dying breeds that hangs on to the blurred hopes that social gatherings and family get togethers will make a comeback.

So being that I am also one of *those* people that is hanging on to few hopes and objects, like a few classic cars, we, ( me and the Mr.) were invited out to a friend’s new diner car restaurant. You know, one of those old railways looking car diners. Actually a dining car (American English) or restaurant car (British English), also diner, is a railroad passenger car that serves meals in the manner of a full-service, sit-down restaurant. Very cool really, hamburgers, fries, milkshake, all the goods that makes a diner what it use to be. With that said, we loaded up in our 75 Dodge Dart, drove the few miles down the winding road to a fun filled evening with people who are looking a social get-together. Lo and behold, the music was playing, the waitress was taking orders, people were all talking at once, in their separate booths and a good time was to be held by all.

Before actually sitting down to enjoy the good food, beverage and people, one could walk about the large parking lot of the diner, with ewwwwws and awwwwws of others classic cars, a Viper, 1970 Chevy short box truck, a 1963 Corvette, 1930 Ford Roadster, 1933 Anglia, the list was endless over the chatter of energized voices of trading stories of restoration of this bumper, or that chrome, or the 75 Dodge Dart that remains in prima condition, like is just rolled off the assembly line.
It is a good feeling in these down days of spiral trends, Fox worthy news always seeming more depressed than the day before, that people can find a reason to gather, to visit and to just get together, to enjoy a old way of being, just getting together without a whole lot of reasons, other than to just enjoy being with other people who share a common bond, the need to be with others.

I am Viesta and I am out

About this swine flu pandemic!

I have been reading a lot about this swine flu, it never hurts one to be prepared, here are a few interesting facts!
It's an old story scare people make lots of money. The Tamiflu the governments bought a few years ago is at the end of the shelf life. It needs to be replaced. Certain bio companies have profits from 26 to close to 400%. Not too shabby. The WHO chick will probably get a job with one or sit on a few of their boards. TIME CAPSULE 1976: A FEW CONGRESSMEN BLAST THE SWINE FLU HOAX Not all of our Congressmen are hopeless. Some are actually on our side. Congressman Ron Paul of Texas is also a doctor and is able to see both sides of the swine flu question. Most doctors have tunnel vision and see only one side — the side with the dollar mark. Congressman Paul, in an interview with the Enquirer (Dec. 21, 76) said: "I am outraged by this program. It has been a shocking misuse of funds ... and an evil political maneuver. There are people whose careers are in question because of this program. And I predict these blatant advertising efforts to panic the people into taking swine flu shots will fail. "I think Congress has wasted more than one hundred million dollars. The swine flu program should be brought back to Congress and discontinued at once. The program should be stopped, and those who were responsible should be held morally accountable to the American public." Congressman Larry McDonald of Georgia, also a medical doctor, said: "I think the swine flu program is a tailor-made hoax that finds its roots in frightening the American people . . . I believe that a full investigation of those in charge should be launched . . . and if it turns out to be a dishonest promotion, everyone responsible should be removed from their jobs." It’s heartening to find that all our Congressmen are not corrupt. But where were they, the good ones, when the vote was being taken to endorse and finance this mass poisoning program? http://www.whale.to/a/mcbean2.html

TOO FUNNY, sent to me by a freind, Carly THANKS

I'm sure this happened to me too!!!!!!!!


You've heard about people who have been abducted and had their kidneys removed by black-market organ thieves.

My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago. I went to sleep and woke up with someone else's thighs. It was just that quick. The replacements had the texture of cooked oatmeal. Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine? I spent the entire summer looking for my thighs. Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans.

And then the thieves struck again.

My bum was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match my new rear-end to the thighs they had stuck me with earlier. But my new bum was attached at least three inches lower than my original! I realized I'd have to give up my jeans in favour of long skirts.

Two years ago I realized my arms had been switched. One morning I was drying my hair and was horrified to see the flesh of my upper arm swing to and fro with the motion of the hairbrush. This was really getting scary - my body was being replaced one section at a time.

What could they do to me next?

When my poor neck suddenly disappeared and was replaced with a turkey neck, I decided to tell my story. Women of the world wake up and smell the coffee! Those 'plastic' surgeons are using REAL replacement body parts -stolen from you and me! The next time someone you know has something 'lifted', look again - was it lifted from you?

THIS IS NOT A HOAX. This is happening to women everywhere every night.

WARN YOUR FRIENDS!

P.S. Last
year I thought some one had stolen my Boobs. I was lyingin bed and they were gone! But when I jumped out of bed, I was relieved to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I slept. Now I keep them hidden in my waistband.

Thought this was too 'important' not to pass on! BTW - These same thieves come in my wardrobe and shrank my clothes!

How do they do it???

Border Crossings

All this chat of borders not being safe, the need for American, Canadian and Mexico to tighten their borders, there may be not import or export with our neighbors. We are buying into the hype, swallowing the propaganda and being forced fed a new regiment of hate for those same people we have lived in peace with for all these years. What is wrong with us as a human race, if we don’t have someone to point a finger at, a religion to tear apart, a country to invade, what are we now days? This makes us less of a nation, a lesser form of human being? What has happen to us as a whole since that fatal day in 2001? We have lost our compassion; we have become bolder in our speech and 1000% less supportive of one another. There is no loyalty left among us, no compassion left in us towards one another. Instead of healing, we find more and more reasons to become embittered with one another, more hateful, we linger in our human waste of words and abandon one another by the wayside. It is not Americans or Canadian or Mexicans, we are one people, one North America, we are all beings who have lost our humanity for one another, our logic, our reasons to rally around one another in a time of need, heartfelt attempts and just a meager word of logical reasoning. If logic were to rule, we would become people without borders and find stronger reasons to support one another and fewer reasons to beat each other up with words over the medium known as the net. Yeah, just another bleeding heart liberal, Viesta

Commented on what I read today

Janet Napolitano

A suggestion by the U.S. Homeland Security Secretary that terrorists have routinely entered the United States through Canada — including the perpetrators of the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks — caused a kerfuffle in Washington Tuesday.

Janet Napolitano made the comment in an interview Monday with CBC's Washington correspondent, Neil Macdonald.

In the interview, Macdonald asked Napolitano to clarify comments she made last month that the Canadian and Mexican borders must be treated equally.

THIS IS THE BEST BAILOUT EVER

Dear Mr.President Obama,

Patriotic retirement Act

There are about 40 million people over 50 in the work force;

pay them $1 million a piece severance with stipulations:

1) They leave their jobs. Forty million job openings - Unemployment fixed.

2) They buy NEW American cars. Forty million cars ordered - Auto Industry fixed.

3) They either buy a house or pay off their mortgage- Housing Crisis fixed.



All this and it's still cheaper than the "bailout".

What are you doing for your own people Obama and Harper

I read this article today with total disgust, we give money, help and aid to anyone that does not live in our country! Why is it so damn hard to help our own people who can't get out from under a home that is being taken away, people from middle class are now having to visit food banks for the fist time ever.... no health, the list is endless, yet we can give money away as in the article below:




Harper, Obama pledge to boost credit in Americas
Source: CBC News
Posted: 04/18/09 5:25PM
Filed Under: Top News

Canada will double its funding of an institution that lends money to developing countries in Latin America and the Caribbean, Prime Minister Stephen Harper announced Saturday at the Summit of the Americas in Trinidad and Tobago.

He pledged $4 billion to bolster the Inter-American Development Bank during a meeting with leaders at the 34-nation summit in Port-of-Spain.

"I emphasized Canada's role in successfully urging the G20 to provide more resources for international financial institutions so that they can provide smaller, more vulnerable nations in our hemisphere access to credit, the credit they need to stimulate and sustain economic activity at these times," Harper later told reporters.

He also announced that Canada will provide up to 1,600 scholarships for Caribbean students and researchers to develop their knowledge and skills in Canada for the future benefit of their home countries.

Meanwhile, U.S. President Barack Obama announced the creation of a $100-million US microfinance growth fund to help small entrepreneurs in the Western Hemisphere.

The White House said the new fund would loosen credit from banks and get money moving to small businesses. Such loans have proved successful in other developing regions.

Turning to Cuba and recent moves by the U.S. administration to overcome what Obama is calling "decades of mistrust," Harper said Canada has historically maintained diplomatic relations and "economic interaction" with the island.

However, he said Canada has not "turned a blind eye to the fact that Cuba is a communist dictatorship," adding that his government wants to see progress made on freedom, democracy and human rights, as well as economic matters.

Harper and Obama met informally for 10 minutes at the summit on Saturday.

When Obama was later asked whether had was taking any tips from Canada on his administration's Cuba policy, he quipped: "I take tips from Canada on a lot of things."

Earlier in the week, Obama lifted some travel and telecommunications restrictions on Cuba. Officials at the White House have openly wished that Cuba would not become the centre of attention at the 34-nation summit.

All the countries of the Americas are taking part except Cuba, which was excluded because it does not have a democratically elected leader.

South American leaders have praised the U.S. president for taking steps to restore some ties with Cuba, but they've pushed him to do even more lift the 47-year-old U.S. trade embargo against the nation.

Obama spokesman Robert Gibbs has said the U.S. will "continue to evaluate and watch what happens."

Somedays when you look for answers....

I was given this by a friend who seems to have worded it perfectly on the feelings of their being no god or gods...Thanks PJ... You can read more of PJ at

http://www.myspace.com/jesussmokescrack2



God is an illusion.. an idea created by primitive man to explain the things he had no understanding of. This creation of man in mans image has morphed into the creator of the cosmos, the angry father who drowned his kids, the warrior who helped his people slaughter innocents on their way to the promised land, and then into a gentle preacher who turns the other cheek and gives away his goods to the poor. There are countless ideas of god and what his plan for the world are. However what started out as an idea to explain the unknown quickly turned into a means to grab power and wealth, to exploit the populace into doing their lords work at the expense of their lives at times. Religion evolved into the source of power for governments and empires. The populace was given gods to worship, tributes to pay and the priests got richer and more powerful as time marched on. There is no proof of god and yet billions of people have refused to look into the origins of their faith..to question it in even the smallest ways. They defend their faith in the face of evidence that tears away the ground beneath them. They stand on the edge of an eroding cliff called faith.. they claim it is all that is needed. Religion has long been the enemy of science, they have killed the men and women who, through the acquisition of knowledge have shoveled the ground from beneath their feet. They have fought to hold on to their power over the masses, the source of their wealth. They will do almost anything to keep it Slowly over the ages, reason, and logic have drawn men out of the dark of faith and into the sometimes almost blinding light of rational thought... where do you stand? on solid ground or on that eroding ledge...watching as the ground beneath you falls away? ..

Is Anyone Listening?

I think I could go mad….. Ever hear that or think about it? It is a phrase, a thought, perhaps maybe even a generation gone by. Live today, don’t look to past, I was raised on that thinking.. but then again I was also raised to think that the youth that came after our generation would give way to hope, progress and a bright future!
I know our parents worried for our future, just as I sit worrying about the generation of today. Never, I mean, never before, has a youth had so much power within their grasp and so little desire to utilize it. Technology today is amazing, finger stroke away; you are on the internet, sending messages, your thoughts, whatever is on your mind. And here we sit with people, who can’t form a thought, that could become an idea, maybe even a brilliant event, a way to change the measures of today, to make a difference in the days to come.

I know I have very few answers to the questions I consider, but I still find myself able to ask….. is anyone out there?

इफ यू आस्क में, ओबामा इस आउट ऑफ़ कंट्रोल!

Today thousand of people poured out onto the streets to protest our higher taxes in the US, along with the idea of Obama and his overspending in the white house. It reminds us of our forefathers who would, if they could, see the out of control spending in the White House. I pity the USA, we are losing ground fast on the hungry, what the American family stands and above all, no one can get their head around this economy, that only seems to be getting worse with each and every day.

Was Obama ever really the right choice for the USA? I don't think so!


Republicans and conservatives alike should be shoving the economic mess created by the Obama regime right back down their throats.

Obama tells us that we can spend our way out of debt. He tells us that even though the government had control over the banks and did nothing to stop the bad that's going on, if we give them more control over more other bank-like things, then they can make sure bad stuff doesn't happen ever again. He says we can get out of all those big wars President Bush caused by sending more troops into Afghanistan. I really don't know.

I held out hope in the beginning and yeah, a lot of people are going to say I am not giving him a real chance, a go with it sort of attitude! But, of course I am watching the daily news, the headlines, the stimulus ideas, the people who are standing in food line growing by the day, people losing homes, wondering how hot the summer will turn out for people ahead, wondering how much more (as a people) can we stand.

People swear if you are patient, that Obama will pull the USA out of it. That Obama said he has a plan. But have you noticed, Obama is a great speaker, I will give him that, but it stops there, the man can talk, but what actions has he taken, why are we in a worsen state? I feel at this point he is only looking to make a place for himself in history, another attempt at a new Camelot!

President Obama is very intelligent. He's trustworthy. If I believed in God and Obama was standing on the pulpit, looking down at me, telling me to believe, then I might have such faith in him, that I would fall on the ground, twist my body and start speaking in tongues. But, that is where it ends for me... Obama is not the answer to the crisis we see before us. He is just another man in a dark suit, pretending to have the answers, while he reaches into one pocket taking our money and reaches into our other pocket taking what is left of our pride.

We are on a fool's ride and Obama is leading the fools over the cliff. I have such worry in my bones for the roads ahead. Move over people, 8 years of Bush and now Obama!

थे परफेक्ट bags

Ok Im adding some new stuff worthy of endorsement... mostly food related this time..

- Glad steam bags... they sound sketchy I know but they are in fact quite genius and dirty dish-preventing. They even cook sweet potatoes! holla!



-Corn on the cob is so perfect in these bags! Just to add, they are the perfect way to add a quick veggie to a balanced meal!

That's it for now but add anything you think is worthy!!

फेयर टैक्स Act

I found this site, very interesting, very good reading!

http://givemeliberty.org/


Solution: Fair Tax
J I saw two men discussing the possible dissolve of the Internal Revenue Service (IRS) and Income Tax. They were talking about a "fair tax" on consumption, which is simply a sales tax. So, for everything you buy, the sales tax would be higher, MUCH higher, something like an additional 20-25%.

Here in Canada we have a national sales tax of 5%, and an additional provincial tax of 5%. That's an 10% tax on everything we buy. However, the highest income tax rate for Canada is 29% on everything over $120,887. Funny, that seems a lot lower when you're not writing a check to the Government for 5-figures. Regardless, it means that the Government takes 39% of every dollar I make.

Moreover, the talking heads on CNN indicated that the consumption in the US is approx 9 trillion dollars per year (If I remember correctly) while income tax is significantly lower than that ($4 Trillion?)

The benfit to a switching to the "Fair Tax" is simplicity. There is no more IRS. There is no more chasing people to pay their taxes. Everyone pays their tax when they buy an item. Simple.

But does anyone really want to pay 30% tax on a toaster? Not really. But, those who save money and don't spend like crazy would accumulate a fortune without income taxes.

It might be a great idea to instead of switching 100%, increase the sales tax and decrease the income tax accordingly, and see how it goes. If it works well, then scrap the income tax. Afterall, income tax is illegal, right?

Originally posted Nov 30, 2007
Revised May 29, 2008
with content adapted from givemeliberty.org

Children Belong to No Man!

I try not to get disgusted by the news anymore, but, there always has to be that one headline that grabs my attention, that I have to comment on.

The county of Islam, the men of Muslim faith, on the low scale of thinking, are fraught with indignities towards young girls, girls who have only started to feel alive, then the when their first breath of childhood is inhaled, it is briskly taken away by a man who thinks it is his right to make this child as his bride. The thought of an old man becoming aroused by a child is one of the most disturbing thoughts that makes us cringe as it reminds us of pedophilia and the most despicable people. It is difficult to accept that the Holy Prophet married Aisha when she was 6-years-old and consummated his marriage with her when she was 9. He was then, 54 years old.


READ the STORY BELOW that caught my attention, you can decided for yourself, ill or not not, right or wrong .......

Source: CNN

By Mohammed Jamjoom

A Saudi mother is expected to appeal a judge's ruling after he once again refused to let her 8-year-old daughter divorce a 47-year-old man, a relative said. Sheikh Habib Al-Habib made the ruling Saturday in the Saudi city of Onaiza. Late last year, he rejected a petition to annul the marriage.

The case, which has drawn criticism from local and international rights groups, came to light in December when Al-Habib declined to annul the marriage on a legal technicality. His dismissal of the mother's petition sparked outrage and made headlines around the world.

The judge said the mother, who is separated from the girl's father, was not the legal guardian and therefore could not represent her daughter, the mother's lawyer, Abdullah al-Jutaili, said at the time.

The girl's husband pledged not to consummate the marriage until the girl reaches puberty, according to al-Jutaili, who added that the girl's father arranged the marriage to settle his debts with the man, who is considered "a close friend."

In this life we live.......

Is there a life after all of this living? Do you think there is a God?
Okay, take a good look around, look as far as the eyes can see, tell yourself, what do you see? Take it all in, soak it up, close your eyes, open them again, look again, do you see what you saw before at first glance. My rationale for asking is what you see is Life, as good as it gets and good as you want it to be. It is your choice, state of existence, your being, your world, make good of it as you can while you can.. Like the songs says, We are not here for a long time, but for a short time, so breath it all in and live. No second chances, no dress rehearsals, now and the days to come.
The fear of the unfamiliar drives people to try and create something, which can be known, to them, and they feel comfort that other people join them in this human created perception of the unknowable. This joining together in common illusion validates said human creation called “God” in its various forms, and distracts from the fear of the unknown and accepting the reality that there is the Unknowable.
I figure it’s a better chance of existing in this life, based on the evidence I have on hand and the living I have done. Obviously the theoretical premises as laid out in any religious texts for establishing the existence of god are flawed, but there are no rock solid counter-arguments that eliminate the theoretical possibility of the existence of "god", or for that matter many "gods", could be coexisting for all any of us know, or are we free willing this adventure called life out here alone?
A lot depends I guess on how you define "god", but even then, my discussion point is basically unproven and therefore moot. I don’t believe in any god or gods, I live and preach, Life! We all live the life we are given, take advantage of it, abuse it, or yield to the real message in life, living, loving, giving and sharing. I think that is the key in the real meaning in life, the legacy we leave behind in who we are and what we gave in our living!

Just thinking on a Sunday!

No two moments are the same in life, even with déjà-vu, so I might as well try to enjoy the things around me before they change. I expect things to change, not always for the best but change is necessary none the less.

I am happy that in this age of reality TV and 24 hour news channels that the little picture box still is able to get my hamster running every once in awhile. I spend my days trying to understand why leaders of the world don't get what is going on around them, how easy it is to mend the means and move on..... Then again, sometimes I need to do the same damn thing.

I am just bored!

I have a piece of advice for you. Of course I must give the warning I give all pieces of advice. You are a fool to listen me.....anyways.....

Take time out of your busy life and do something you suck at. I mean it. Go frustrate the shit out of yourself on purpose. So this does not count the commute to and from work, work itself....or marriage. Why would I give this piece of advice? Because....we all need to be really bad at something to help balance out the things we are good at. I choose golf as my tool of torture. A simple premise to the game...hit a ball into a hole in a certain amount of shots. Simple.....like playing the piano.....push your fingers down on keys at a certain time to create notes. Of course I can't play the piano. But I continue to torture myself because life should not be about doing things that just come easy to us.

And now for those of you that say, "I suck at everything in life.....so I already that covered." I would debate that fact. If you really sucked at life you would be dead. Think about that!

As Read and Commented from the Village Voice

This is just ludicrous. This is part of the reason mankind does not feel responsible to help anyone on the streets now days. We are nothing more than animals on the streets and byways of the USA- no one is accountable for their own actions - so why should we have to be of help to another human being. Well, I hope Justice Kevin Kerrigan never has a daughter, son, grandchild or anyone that may have to travel alone one day or depend on another human being to help them or lend them a helping hand ........ one never knows! The world of today lacks social interaction, moral, justice, caring. The world is too bold and too big, there are more people walking on the face of the earth than ever before, and with it, comes the era lacking in rules, morality or just the desire to care for one another. Truly sad!



Court: MTA Employees Not Required to Stop Rape
By Emily Brady in Crime, Featured, Legal
Thursday, Apr. 2 2009 @ 4:21PM

To all the ladies who stand alone on a subway platform late at night, hoping that being within eyeshot of a station agent will make you somewhat safer from harm: You're wrong.
MTA employees have no responsibly to intervene if you happen to be attacked and raped right in front of them, a Queens judge effectively ruled on Tuesday when he threw out a lawsuit brought against the MTA, and a station agent and train conductor who witnessed a rape in the 21st St. G train station in June 2005.
Justice Kevin Kerrigan ruled that the conductor, Harmodio Cruz, and station agent, John Koort, took "prompt and decisive action" in summoning the police. The police did not arrive in time, however, to prevent the then-21-year-old victim from being raped twice after being dragged kicking and screaming past the station agent's booth as he watched. Her attacker escaped and has never been caught.
The victim called the decision "deplorable" today, and her lawyer Marc Albert told the Voice that they planned to appeal.
Here's the MTA's statement: "It is important to note that while NYC Transit workers are trained to the highest degree of professionalism in their assigned jobs, they are not and should not be expected to perform in the capacity of law enforcement officers." They added that "incidents of crime in the subways remain at historic lows." Photo (cc) wka.

A Very Proud Mom!

I am so very blessed to have the kids I have and all them being so different from one another. But at the this time, I am talking about Cole, my daughter, who has 10 weeks left until she earns her Masters in Sociology.. the study of society! Then following her ten weeks to finish school, then she is on to complete her thesis on fandom. What is fandom you might ask? Fandom can be defined or explained as the state of being a fan or all that encompasses fan culture and fan behavior in general, or the study of fans and fan behavior. An enthusiastic follower of a sport or entertainment or
2) an enthusiastic admirer (as of a celebrity). My daughter is writing this paper on fandom from users she has interviewed from the internet... so very proud of you Cole, you are a wonderful person and everything you do in life sparks and captures the mind!
Love you tons, MoM

Sad Newscast

Fox News Host Mocks Canadian Forces
Source: The Canadian Press
Posted: 03/23/09 3:16PM
Filed Under: Canada

TV Personality Apologizes for Insulting Comments

OTTAWA - A Fox News host is apologizing to Canadians in the face of widespread outrage over comments he and his guests made on a late-night talk show.
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Red Eye host Greg Gutfeld says his comments “may have been misunderstood” and in no way were meant to disrespect “the brave men, women and families of the Canadian military.”

So my reply was!

Greg Gutfeld, Sir, I understand to get ratings, plugs, advertisers, etc, these days, a talk show host, columnist, all have to stoop to new levels, for shock values, opinions, just in general to find out if they even have a viable audience. Allow me to state, I am offended, then again, I am sure most who have watched the video with you smirking all the while are offended in general. But this I am sure, is your way of getting ratings? I am an American, living in Canada, married to a Canadian. Canadians are people of pride and honor, just as Americans USE to be. I have in my own words showed my shame over American politics, the Iraq invasion, (not a war mind you) Americans invaded Iraq- so it was never termed a war. Then we have people such as you Greg, low balling and insulting. YAAAA I am sure you care not what others have to say or how many post you get from this unintelligent broadcast of yours, but one can only wish you had your facts straight. Canadian troops are bravely dying for a hopeless cause in Afghanistan, this is a fact in my opinion. That sad truth can only be extremely painful for the families of all those soldiers killed on our Canada’s behalf, for they fought believing their contribution would help Afghanistan. But the reality is that eight years later, Canada's military began its mission Afghanistan is farther away from being a democracy, the Taliban are stronger than ever and the evil opium poppy trade that produces most of the world's heroin is bigger than ever. But on the bigger picture- boys are in a country where they are fighting for what they believe in, freedom of others and you have the gall to ridicule that measure! Pompous broadcast such as yours are cowardice to state the least. All I can say is, way to go Greg, one more reason to make another American living aboard to feel ashamed- very little pride left in being American. Thank you for the ignorance, thanks for the support and most of all, thank you for the yellow journalism- in the name of bloggers, advertisers and looking for an audience, from any prospect!

Teen Girls Dating Brutal Boys!

Teen Girls With Brutal Boys!

A teen girl stands in the corner of a sports shoe store with her hoodie pulled down over her head, tied loosely at the chin, looking down. At first sight, a person would think, “Oh she is just another emo” (label given to teens that wear a more melodic and less chaotic style of dress.) But at a second glance, you can see out of the corner of your eye, the girl has a cut lip, slight bruising above her lip ring. A boy not much older than she is, comes from around the table in the store, grabs her hand assertively and walks off. I could have followed them and asked her if she was alright, but I watched them walk, thinking what good would my questioning do! Girls today, (1 out of 3) will be abused by a boy and that boy will get away with it. The girl will make excuses for him, saying it is not that bad, that it will get better and wait for change. Sometimes that change comes too late! If pushed to get away from the boy in question, the girl will more likely return to the relationship, thinking you are trying to control her as an adult. Most will not admit it, but until the girl herself wants change, there will be nothing altered.

Teens are reluctant to talk to their parents about this subject, the logic goes, and they turn to their peers instead. So what parents can do to help is make sure those peers are educated and informed- and hope for a sort of salvation by people their own age.
What I taught my daughters when they were growing up is mainly self respect. Through self respect a lot of things follow. I told them that there are good men out there, that no one has to put up with fear or abuse in their relationship. The first sign of disrespect be it verbal abuse or physical abuse is a sign to leave that relationship behind. There's always "I'm sorry" and "it wont happen again" but it will happen again. I am a low maintenance laid back person. I take most things with a grain of salt. I had enough respect for myself to know that I would not accept that kind of reaction/response. I'd drop anyone in a minute that didn't treat me as I treat them. That is the basis I live by and I try and pass that on to my daughters. No one deserves to be verbally or physically attacked in a relationship. It seems to be a power trip for some, a calculating issue, to do those things. My mentality is "see how much control or power you have after I'm gone". You get one chance, you abuse that option, and you become another statistic in my opinion. I would want every girl out there to understand, never give up your power as a human being, no one has the right to treat you any other way, then a equal, with respect and admiration!
But it's all about the girls knowing that they are strong enough to stand alone to take up for themselves. That they have enough self respect to know they are above it and deserve better. It is important for girls to have a support group within their circle of friends that can help them through any given situation and show them another route.
Boys at an early age, need to be taught respect, how to treat girls, women and one another. It starts with words that are taught as a life lesson and it becomes habitual to treat others with love, reverence and understanding. Girls are a boy’s equal on every level, and when a person grows up with that thinking, the ground becomes even, a stronger foundation is leveled and we become better people by the lessons we are both taught and educated.

If you are a teenage girl, feeling you are ready to move on from an abusive relationship, you can visit www.loveisrespect.org or call the National Teen Dating Abuse Helpline (1-866-331-9474, or TTY 1-866-331-8453.) Love is never suppose to hurt! ! ! !

Doing a blog just for the Carmen LOL

1. Name something you use in the shower?
shampoo.

2. Name a product for men?
axe.

3. Name something people hate to find on their windshield?
a crack.

4. Name something a man might buy before a date?
flowers.

5. What is another word for blemish?
pimple.

6. Something you cook in the microwave?
popcorn.

7. Name a piece of furniture people need help moving?
beds.

8. Name a reason a younger man might like an older woman?
hmm, i dont know.

9. Name something a dog does that embarrasses it's owner?
bark non stop.

10. Name a kind of test you cannot study for?
pregnancy test.

11. Name something a boy scout gets a badge for?
making a fire.

12. Name a phrase with the word home in it?
home improvement.

13. Name a sport where players lose teeth?
boxing.

14. Name something a teacher can do to ruin a student's day?
ask them to read in front of the class ? haha

15. What is a way you can tell someone has been crying?
their eyes are red and sqinted.

16. Name a bird you wouldn't want to eat?
flamingo.

17. Name something someone would wear with a hole in it?
socks.

18. Name something that gets smaller the more you use it?
food

Nice Guys???

Do you think that nice people are boring? I mean people who always try to be nice and polite, they never joke around with you, always try to calm you. Whenever you tell them something, they accept it. It's you most of the time who decides what to do now, where to go, when to meet and things of that sort. Even if you did something wrong, they say you weren't so guilty about that...because you are just a nice person. It seems that most of people respect this type a lot but they usually don't enjoy spending time with them for any long length periods. I’ve read somewhere that women prefer jerks. Personally I don't agree with this a lot, but when you look around, for some it is true. I mean women like men who have a good sense of humor and are joking most of time even if what they're saying, hurt your feeling a little here and there. (In case you don't have anything to say in order to pay them back)But of course I'm not talking about people who try unsuccessfully to be funny or are jerks?
I am just asking…. What do you think? Do nice guys finish last?

Just a Bad Read

It is winter, I don’t mean, just a wintery day or a day in winter, I mean it is damn cold outside. Here I sit in March, with the last 4 months being cold and mean, cabin fever, right? When it is this cold out, there is little to nothing to do. So I take care of the house, fix meals there are out of my element and spend time on the internet. Boring? Yes, very boring, but amusing all at the same time.
You get to know a bit about people when you are in the net, the WWW if you will. I seldom admit to the fact that I spend time on a chat room, I won’t say which one, but I drop into a chat off and on throughout my cabin fever filled days.
Last night I dropped on to see who was logged in! Some days it is like opening a really boring book, one that you want to put down, but have hopes that it might get better. It was not what I viewed that bothered me, but rather, what I understood in the reading. You can learn a lot about human nature in words on a blank screen, all read from the living room setting on a lap top. Two people were logged on, (nicks are not important) but the nature of their being human was. It was a he said/she said sling of words gathering. People can be merciless, not just spiteful, but deep down I have to make you hurt kind of mean. She had to attack his manhood, his health issues and his past ladies. He on the other hand showed a weaker view point, he attacked her children, I mean really verbally assault her children, their background, their fathers and who she was as a woman. It was a train wreck of words. Here were two people who obviously have met each other off line at one time or another could have been friends even, and for whatever reason, they no longer care each other. And that brings me to the crust of my conversation about people and words.
People can become so dislocated on a winter’s day, just cruel, mean, harsh to each other. It makes me think of the saying, “If you have nothing nice to say to a person, than say anything at all” But that really is impossible in the world today, is it not? People do not mess around when it comes to hiding behind a glass partition called a monitor, to lash out at each other and thrust such hateful things about, without a thought in the world, people slam their fingers down on a keyboard, and become so damn bold! (Even bigger than life.) We use words to show how we are feeling in one brief moment, and then the moment is gone. And we lash out, to see who can become bigger and badder than the other person hiding behind their glass partition. Yes, I know the saying, most of the people we chat to are not real, chances are, and they will never be real friend to us, so why should we treat them as if they matter? With morals and social matters becoming an antiquity, mankind has found a new way to reach out and slam other human being, by means of the internet chat rooms. None of this is news to me, I have read it many times, have studied it even, done profiles on people to examine the nature on our being human. With all that is going on in the world today, a fallen economy, people in a state of despair, the media reporting news that becomes more grim with each newscast, it would be nice to find a place where lowering our standards and being brash with words was not part of the chat experience.
But it is winter, cabin fever and I suppose we as humans are showing the ugly side of who we are with a great deal more ease these days……. The internet!

Mr Obama

Dear Mr. Obama



When I look back at our American history, I think of how we have has grown and changed since the time our first leaders, leading our nation now is nothing short of a miraculous task. But, like those men that have come before you, you claim to be a roll-up-your sleeves, 'Let's get it done!' kind of human being. To me, that is the spirit of a great man, good leader.




In writing this letter, I would like to take the moment to say welcome Sir, to not only Washington, but expectantly, a new era for everyone, every member living in this world as a whole, all of us, as human beings, separate, individual, with great hope! As a leader, I, along with others, want you to lead the great nation of America, with intelligence, nobility, grace and compassion. I think you truly have our country in your best interests. I am a particularly opinionated person, and I have some suggestions on goals, but that is not my place or purpose in writing you. Eight years of an regal Bush/Cheney administration that ignored laws and offered explanations to no one has resulted in grave injustices to millions of people. It has virtually destroyed America's long-standing world image of decency and fairness and that of course is the opinion of one woman, myself.




I know there are many dissatisfied people in our country. It seems that they are looking to you to bring change and fix everything. This will not be a easy task, you are just a man, not a super hero. I know that the last 8 years have been very hard on a great many of us, that in itself, will become a huge undertaking. People throughout the country have become frantic. The crashing stock market has become a big issue, and many people feel that the economy is unstable. The mortgage crisis is also another problem that we all see on the news everyday. Many families are being force to leave their homes, and I believe this is a big cause of people's financial insecurity. The United States is a country with so many opportunities that people shouldn't have to wear themselves thin in order to provide for their family. With the amount of lost jobs in the last 2 years, many families have been left with little to survive on and more are holding on with little hope.


Another major issue in our nation is how costly health care is. As president, Mr Obama, I hope you can help make health care more affordable for the average American. Many health insurance companies limit the amount of doctor's visits and hospital days, which can become very costly for people. Everyone needs health coverage, but there are people who have little or no health coverage. It is believed by many Americans that you will help make health care more affordable for everyone. If you can accomplish this, Americans will have good health care program and it will make life easier for them. Again, we can hope……

I look forward to your bringing the United States' presence in Iraq to an honorable and lasting end, to your undertaking a plan to revitalize an aching spirit of young men and women‘s loss, to your opening up new and improved trade relations with foreign nations and effecting global peace on new frontiers.


I think our nations need help., not just the USA, but the world, all nations. I feel that we are killing our planet by all of our pollutants. The goals that we expect to be reached are the same goals that have been expected from every new president we elect. So I don't know how we can expect you to have all the answers, but we do have hope. All we can strive for is that during your duration in office, you will be able to stay on the nation's good side and improve the economy.


Mr. Obama, you clearly possess the articulate aptitude and the wisdom to help restore our reputation and respect. Please do it in an open, honest and candid way to include all Americans and all the citizens of the world. I do not refer to you as Mr. President as of yet Mr. Obama, for that is a title, one that is earned and I hope in time, I will find it a with grace to call you such.

Sincerely Yours,
Viesta P. Morrison
American and Honored Being of this World