Sure the Inquistion has its place in history as going down as one of the most horrific periods in human history. But that was long ago and it was corrected.

We now live in a modern world. If people want to live in the modern, there has to be tolerance. To change is most difficult, that is why it is so scary to imagine that this war in the middle east will last 100 years.

100 years to make generations of a backward society phase out and the new generation realise their father/ancestors were wrong. America is always changing with tolerance. I can’t say that for those that react with VIOLENCE.

God Bless America……My home sweet home.

Sure the Inquistion has its place in history as going down as one of the most horrific periods in human history. But that was long ago and it was corrected.

We now live in a modern world. If people want to live in the modern, there has to be tolerance. To change is most difficult, that is why it is so scary to imagine that this war in the middle east will last 100 years.

100 years to make generations of a backward society phase out and the new generation realise their father/ancestors were wrong. America is always changing with tolerance. I can’t say that for those that react with VIOLENCE.

God Bless America……My home sweet home.

Thanks for any help.

Sure the Inquistion has its place in history as going down as one of the most horrific periods in human history. But that was long ago and it was corrected.

We now live in a modern world. If people want to live in the modern, there has to be tolerance. To change is most difficult, that is why it is so scary to imagine that this war in the middle east will last 100 years.

100 years to make generations of a backward society phase out and the new generation realise their father/ancestors were wrong. America is always changing with tolerance. I can’t say that for those that react with VIOLENCE.

God Bless America……My home sweet home.

The woman beside him adjusted the strap of one of her red sandals. A sash was missing from her obviously designer dress, or had it even been there? He could not remember. She opened her sequined purse and pulled out a lipstick, applied it, and carefully replaced it. She sighed. He was being too quiet, she thought. But she knew why.

They had gone to school together their whole lives. Though they had not always been friends, they always seemed to find each other, and last night had been no different. She hated seeing him this way, but it was the way he had been for many years. Two years ago she had gone to Los Angeles to visit him. He seemed happy, almost as if he had forgotten the whole thing altogether, but she should have known better. Three months after her visit, his attempted suicide was all over the news. His maid had walked in on him on the floor, pill bottles and blood all over the carpet. She had called 911, and he lived to see another pain filled two years, with scars on his wrists to prove it. And now his ten year class reunion. She had half expected him not to show up. But he came, a model on each arm and obviously drunk. Years of alcoholism and heartbreak showed on his face.

“Dan.” she said “Go see her.”. He looked into her eyes and she thought she saw tears, but he turned away. “Stop the car.” he said. He got out, lit up a cigarette, and stood there for a while, smoking in silence. She peered out of the car at the man who was only half of himself, feeling sorry for him. He got back into the car, spoke to the driver, and then sat back down next to her. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience, Margaret.”

The car started to move again, but it didn’t drive towards the highway. Instead it took a dusty old road, up a hill, to a church overlooking the ocean below. A rusty iron fence bordered a cemetery filled with crooked white crosses, and leaning tombstones. He got out of the car and walked to the far corner of the cemetery. It was a beautiful cemetery, unlike most. It was high up on a cliff and overlooked the ocean for miles. The sun had started to peek through the mist. It looked as if it would be a sunny day after all. He walked up to a headstone. It looked as if it had been taken care of very well. A bouquet of wilted flowers lay across it. He moved them, and read the name. He said it over and over in his mind before finally closing his eyes and whispering it out loud “Eliza”. A wind swept over his face. “Dan.” He turned around. A woman stood there. She was more beautiful than he remembered. Her black hair fell on her shoulders in curls, and her blue-green eyes stared at him lovingly. One hand was on her stomach. She was 7 months pregnant. He walked over to her and caressed her face. He didn’t want to believe it was her, just encase he had to lose her again. He took her face in his hands and kissed her, but she pulled away. “I’m sorry I left, I never should have gone. I should have realized that you were more important than anything. I should never have listened to that man. I…the crash…the baby…” She started to walk towards the ocean, but stopped at the edge of the cliff. “None of that matters.” she said. She smiled into his face.

A truck driver was the first to the scene of the accident. Right away he called 911 on his cell phone. He went up to the car. It was too late for the driver. He was pinned against the steering wheel, his head rested on a picture of his late wife. He went around the side of the car and opened the door. A woman in a red dress turned to him. Her head was bleeding, but other than that she seemed fine. It was the man she was next to who needed the most help. He was laid out on the seat, and the woman had his head cradled in her lap. He was mumbling and his breath was shallow, he was obviously dying. “Have you called for help?” she asked, and the truck driver nodded. She leaned closer to his face, trying to hear what he was saying. “Margaret” he whispered “I’m going to see her.”

The 61-year-old also was a man starting to get his life back together after living for years in a shanty beneath a Cleveland bridge. He had struggled with alcoholism, but by November he had a welding job, friends and a place to stay at a boarding house.

He rescued five people from that house when arsonists set it ablaze — but Vivier couldn’t save himself. He and three others died, and two people have been charged in their deaths. Vivier’s body, unclaimed and unidentified for weeks, seemed destined for an anonymous, modest burial.http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100123/ap_on_re_us/us_marine_proper_burial

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Semper Fi hard charger! RIP brother! Ooorah!
“Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die.”
Romans 5:7
“Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die.”
Romans 5:7

Its impossible to understand or make sense of the media’s obsession with Camelot, the white-wash of the Kennedy family by the media is beyond propaganda and spin, its subversion and a lie.

The media will never tell you the Kennedy money came from crime, papa Joseph was Irish mafia. Joe worked side-by-side with early Italian mafia as partners. Joe conspired with Italian mafia to elect JFK over Nixon, by buying votes, intimidation, breaking legs and using the power of labor unions, who were very powerful at that time. Nixon cheated in that election too but on a much smaller scale. The election was so close, without the mafia support JFK would never have been elected. Later, RFK was appointed as Attorney General, to protect JFK from potential investigations & for some reason, JFK and RFK both went after Italian mafia, to put them in jail, betraying the Italian mafia has consequences.

Teddy’s sins and his character faults are not normal or acceptable- Ted was caught twice for cheating in college, alcoholism, hard drugs, womanizing, helped his nephew to disparage the victim of William’s rape, helped Skakel avoid justice after he murdered a neighbor girl- beat her death with a golf club and stayed out of jail for 20+ years until justice defeated the Kennedys money and influence, lets not forget the limousine liberal lifestyle- Teddy lived like royalty while feigning a connection to poor people; Ted secretly funded the IRA to make bombs to murder the English. Teddy lived a privileged, selfish and elitist life, his whole life, Chappaquiddick just exposed Teddy’s character.

Now here comes Obama, to take center stage, for the biggest media hyped event since the coronation of the Messiah. Does Obama want to inherit the Kennedy legacy, to be considered the 4th Kennedy, will his speech be his coming out? Who will be the next “Christ figure” for the media to idolize, spin for and worship?

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090829/ap_on_re_us/us_kennedy_funeral

Ok the 5th, if you want to be technical, the first brother (Joe) never made it into the political world, I was referring to the parts of the family who were involved in politics.

Aboard the flight, 53 passengers stared out windows as their rising plane banked toward Mexico and their handcuffs glinted in the morning sun.

This is U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement’s Flight Repatriate, a booming airline ferrying illegal immigrants out of the country.

Flying worldwide from O’Hare and 22 other airports, the so-called ICE Air planes transported more than 367,000 illegal immigrants, including 11,500 from the Chicago area, out of the U.S. from October 2007 to October 2008—a 26 percent increase over the previous fiscal year and 77 percent more than in 2006. Homeland Security Secretary Janet Napolitano recently called for ways to “expedite removal” of thousands more illegal immigrants. The directive surprised advocates who have been lobbying for fewer deportations while they build momentum to reintroduce Immigration reform legislation in Congress by July.

“That was a signal to me that we need to work quicker and speak more effectively to the Obama camp,” said Rep. Luis Gutierrez (D-Ill.), who is organizing Immigration rallies in 14 cities.

“The vast majority of undocumented immigrants don’t violate any law, other than their Immigration status,” Gutierrez argued.

On board Flight Repatriate during a recent trip to the border near El Paso, Texas, the passengers embodied the dashed dreams of deported immigrants everywhere.

Some fretted over U.S.-born children. Others stewed over U.S. residency applications filed years ago. On a flight where many passengers were convicted of other U.S. crimes, still more grappled with alcoholism and other demons that make them poster targets for arrest.

“I shouted to the police: ‘Then, kill me! Kill me!’ ” Moises Rivera, 35, boasted about the January night he guzzled eight shots of whiskey and fell asleep in his car at a Little Village traffic light. In jail, he sobered up to realize he was heading back to Mexico.

Near him sat Felipe Rodriguez, who was pulled over for speeding. The sunken-eyed restaurant busboy was arrested after showing an Illinois state trooper a fake driver’s license.

“I don’t smoke; I don’t drink,” said Rodriguez, 55, describing himself as a bookworm. “My whole family is in Chicago and Indiana, where we were happy.”

More @ http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/nationworld/chi-deportees-09-feb09,0,5333975.story