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I hope people watch this with a open mind. With this state of our economy and the financial wreckage of our banking institutions all over the world, this is a real threat. The fact that our country has been set up for failure by the rich & powerful makes the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. I wish the people would stand up as a united community & shout “Enough is Enough!” Our 2 major political parties & the elite in corporate America are to blame. However, we have to stand up and take responsibility. Our eyes have been closed. Between the iPods, American Idol, Dancing with the Stars, the latest fashions, Tabloid Magazines, Sports, Smut, etc… people are too pre- occupied to see what is happening to this world. You know,  people use to run around and make fun of ” Conspiracy Theorists.” Now, it is time to listen to them. Just listen. We need to study our history. I feel that the whole Watergate mess was nothing more than a smoke screen to cover up what Nixon was really doing. He was not just Tricky Dick, he was Evil Bastard.  Please, lets wake up.

I often feel like we are peasants and the Gods on Mt. Olympus are playing with our lives. As peasants, we are responsible for keeping the Gods in lavish luxury. As peasants, we keep them fat & happy. When something goes wrong with the peasants, it is the fault of the peasants. However, when the Gods make a bone head decision, it is also the fault of the peasants. Enough. We have to kick the Gods out of Mt. Olympus and bring them down to earth.  You cannot tell me that the cure for all cancers have not been found. You cannot tell me that the cure for AIDS has not been found. You cannot tell me that the causes AND cures for the majority of diseases have not been found. The Gods have it. We are suppose to be sick, spend all our money & die. We are suppose to die young. The Gods do not have our best interest in their hearts. They just want our money. Their small network of powerful friends want our money. Once it cost money to care for their flock, then the flock must be exterminated.

I am so sick over this financial bail out. How come AIG was not forced to liquidate? How come they still have assets? What is up with these golden parachutes & spa vacations? Were are the stock holders? How come the stock holders do not have the power to say “No!” to these old goats?  Yes, people need to be responsible for their actions. However, it makes it difficult when licensed professionals are not giving sound advice. Between the collusion of the financial institutions, the builders & politicians, no one will ever really OWN their home. Take this one step further, their LIFE!

In these big box learning institutions, commonly known as public schools, I wish teachers would encourage awareness and not collective thought. I wish all primary & secondary teachers would scream, SCREW THE NO CHILD LEFT BEHIND! We are going to help mold these children and channel their abilities so they will not be robots of society so they will not follow the leader their whole lives.  Screw the test. Children do not fit in a one size fits all educational plan. If we did this as a society, these promised ones would prevent history from repeating itself. They would knock the elite out of their thrones, they would take back our financial institutions. They would realize that education & learning is for all. The more a college education cost, the less educated America will become. Thus, this will keep people uninformed. With out knowledge & free thought, people will not question authority. Get the profit out of education & make it non-profit. Maybe the youth will see what happening to us. Maybe they could stop the North American Union. These ole’, white, greedy white men will have to go. If the youth does not allow them selves to be pre-occupied with brain washing, then they can cause this grand scheme to come to a screeching halt. Maybe they could preserve or constitution. Maybe, just maybe, Maybe this is all a bad dream…In my heart of hearts, I wish. No, it is not a dream.

The great leaders of the free world need to be sent a message. The message is we are not stupid, Stop dumbing us down. I physically sick over this.

After several hours of turbulence, the 737 landed safely in Albuquerque. Hungry and discombobulated, Justin exited the plane so he could embark on his new journey. With a firm hand shake, Justin thanked the Native New Mexican for his advice and guidance.

 Desperate for cash, Justin found an ATM machine and withdrew plenty of cash for his road adventure. Luckily, there were plenty of rentals available at the rental car counter. He rented an SUV for a the month. First thing, first, FOOD! Justin was really sick of Sun Chips and drove off  the first exit into Santa Fe.  Not too far from the exit, there was a Best Western hotel with a Winery next store. SCORE! Justin checked in and walked over to the Winery. Overwhelmed with the vast varieties of green chillies, Justin decided to order the steak. Because he was by himself, Justin chose to eat at the bar. While testing a wide variety of local wines, in walked a woman with big wind blown hair. “Oh Crap!,” he softly whispered to himself, “Sasquatch is alive and walking in New Mexico!” Because the seat next to him was open, and it was a full house, the big haired lady pulled the chair out & sat down right next to him. “Oh man, she has enough static electricity in that hair to set this place on fire,” he muttered to him self. “I am sorry, what did you say?” replied the big haired lady. “Oh nothing.” The big haired lady realized that the obnoxious city man was not happy with her presence.   Being an instigator at heart, Mrs. Sasquatch decided to rub City Guy the wrong way. “New York?” Justin dropped his fork & rolled his eyes, “I am impressed, you recognize my accent.” “Here on vacation?” Sarcastically she replied, “Are you my keeper? Look, I am not interested, go away.” Mrs. Sasquatch enjoys a good bickering session; however, she did not appreciate his complete rudeness. “You know, you are not going to make any friends around here.”  “I really do not care. I am going to the Chama Valley so just leave me alone.” The big hair lady smiled at him and replied, “Just because you want to go to the valley does not mean the valley will want you. Have a pleasant trip!”  The bartender was listening to the interaction between the city guy & Mrs. Sasquatch. In the southwest, men are gentlemen. Men just do not talk to ladies rudely when they are trying to be nice. No matter how hairy they are. Brad, the bartender, winked at the lady and billed city guy for her take out meal.

After devouring his delicious steak, Justin paid for his meal. Because he is from NYC, Justin did not question the $43.20 bill. Dreaming of nothing but a firm bed and soft sheets, our man of the hour walked to his room and fell fast asleep.

One day, he woke up. What happened? Where did all the years go? He threw the sheets off his bed and walked across the room so he could look at himself in the mirror. Where did the white around his side burns come from? At the age of 42, Justin realized he worked away his youth. Living in his over priced  Manhattan studio apartment was all he knew. Justin was the perfect tenant because he always paid his rent 1 year in advance.

He was a PhD. and he worked on Wall Street. Even though he earned a seven figure income, he never had time to spend any of the money. However, today was different. Today is the day that Justin will take control of his life. After he completed the 3 “S’s” he dressed himself with complete confidence. As he walked out the door, he actually felt he chest collapse from his sigh of relief.

While riding in his cab, Justin passed a Gap. He jumped out of the car and tossed the driver a $50.00. While in the store, his eyes gazed upon a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt. He tried them on and wore them out of the store. He threw his suit away. He is feeling really liberated until he looked down at his shoes. OK. These A. Testoni shoes have to go. Now on a desperate search for some appropriate shoes, Justin forget that he was late to work. At the moment in time, nothing matter. The only thing he wanted was a pair of mountain boots. Justin walked past a window and saw the perfect pair of Timberland boots. He walked in and tried them on. They were a perfect fit. The sales rep was in awe with his A. Testoni shoes. He offered them to her. The young girl was extremely grateful! Her young husband just graduated from NYU and he was having his first interview with a Wall Street firm. Justin’s feet were the same size as the recent grad’s.

Justin strolled in the office 2 hours late. Justin was never late because he never left work. As he approached his personal assistant, she knew what was going on. Her name was Joyce and she was 76 years old. She was the best damn personal assistant a Wall Street man could have! She stood up and gave Justin a huge hug. She whispered in his ear, “Go, Go find your bliss.” Joyce walked with him to the CEO’s office. Without Justin, Joyce was not going to stay. Arm & arm, Justin & Joyce said their good byes. While exiting the office, Justin say a lonely intern. Ted was his name. Justin gave Ted his briefcase and handed over all of his clients and leads to Ted. Justin started to walk away but then he handed Ted the keys to his apartment. “The rent is paid for the year.” Justin & Joyce smiled at Ted and walked away.

With only his wallet in hand, Justin hailed a cab to JFK. Once there, he walked up to the ticket counter. On his left, he heard a family checking their luggage in. They were flying home to Albuquerque. Feeling proud, he smiled at the agent and exclaimed, ” I would like to purchase one ticket to Albuquerque!” “Round trip?” Asked the agent?” “No! One way!” “How many pieces of luggage?” “NONE!” Well, Justin did not realize that he just set off every red flag so Homeland Security escorted him a way and questioned him for 5 hours as to why he was purchasing a one way ticket with no luggage.

After Justin explained himself over & over again, the security officers told him he was stupid for leaving his job, cussed him out in Spanish, and escorted him to his flight.

After he took his seat, he laughed. How ironic. When he decides to leave the city, the city kicks him out!

Sitting next to Justin was a New Mexican native. Justin purchased him some wine and started talking to him about where to move to. The New Mexican recommended a beautiful, area called the Chama Valley. Justin leans back in his chair, raises his miniature bottle of wine, and makes a toast to the Chama Valley. At this moment, Justin knew his life would never be the same.

My heart is broken. All I see in Obama is a good looking family with a strong command of the stage. There is nothing there that will help me. I am single & as time goes on, I will have to care for my mother. I work full time and I struggle to keep my own business a float out side of work. I have health insurance however, I still have to pay thousands out of pocket. There is nothing here for me. I am so tiered of hearing about helping families. I get taxed out the wazoo. Who helps the single woman? No one. My vote will go with Ralph Nader. Why not. He is single too. I really thought I would be able to vote for a female. A QUALIFIED female. One who understands that the meaning of the word family extends out side of a man, woman & child. How about child caring for parent? How about a husband & wife (without children) caring for each other? You want to know what else is heart breaking? I actually have to make plans to leave the country so I can earn a good living. Why? Why should I have to leave the country? I live in Florida and the language issue is serious. When I was in Miami, I was refused cab service because I did not speak Spanish. I had to go to 4 eating establishments before someone would serve me. Have you ever gone for medical help and no one speaks English? Oh, learning Spanish is not the answer. I use to work with Puerto Ricans  who could not understand Mexicans & Central Americans! For people like me, there is no hope & change. The single female will be taxed. The small business owner will be taxed. The single woman taking her aging mother to the doctor’s office in Florida has to be forceful because the CNA’s, LPN’s & RN’s do not speak English. What has happened to our beautiful country? In the 90’s I could dream. Now, all I can do is sell my belongings off on eBay & Craig’s list. I am not the only person with this story. Open your eyes to all the women who have been disfranchised by the current political system. WOMEN! OPEN YOUR EYES! HOW COME YOU ARE ELECTING ALL THESE UNQUALIFIED RICH MEN!!!

Oh, there is just too much sunshine where I live. I just cannot deal with it.

Tears form in my eyes when I think of overcast days with a cool, crisp rain. Sure, the beach is pretty and all that jazz, but there is something to be said for the 4 seasons that I have missed out on.

If I lived with 6 months of gray & 3 months of sunshine, I would feel alive inside!

No, the grey is not depressing. Especially when you see snow covered mountains all around you. The green is plush because of the rain. The berries are bright because of the rain. With the clouds, colors do not fade. It feels good to go out in the cold light rain. When I hear the rain, it makes me smile. I love the sound of rain drops on the house. I love to hear the rain land on a tree leaf. I love the sound of thunder rumbling in the background. I love the eternal rainbow after the rain.

I would rather bundle up at night instead of sleeping on an ice pack. I sleep so soundly when it is raining. Also, with the clouds, my eyes have time to adjust. When the sun does appear, I will welcome her with open arms.

No, I know that most people do not like all the clouds. They do not like the cold, they do not like the rain. That is OK. Let those who love all this sunshine buy my house so I can move to the out to the Cascades.

When the red glow of the sunset

Has long vanished from the sky

And the mystic veil of night time

Hath descended from on high

There comes o’er my restless spirit

A serene and sweet reposes

For the voice of night doth whisper:

” My sun has gone to sleep and so shall you,

Your dreams will include all, that will come true.

You shall dream of love & friendship, and feel the warmth of time,

Including those present, and those who have passed.

When my night has retired and my sun rises from the ocean,

you will awaken to my sun’s golden kisses, and your heart will feel my emotion.”

Who painted the peonies pink &white? Who gave the grass its deep, deep green? Who gave the roses their colors bright? Who gave the spruce its silvery sheen? Who, oh who, gave the sun to shine by day? Who gave the moon to brighten the night? Who made the hills & the valleys so rare? Who guides the birds in their long, long, flight?

Who made the rainbow of her glories hues? To shine when the storm’s fury is spent? A sign unto all that never again, will the whole world flood until now to the end.

Who taught the wee bird her nest to build, that the winds and the rains would withstand? The spider to spin a delicate web, and the piper to build in the sand?

“In the beginning was God,” He alone. Did the entire universe he create? The moon & the stars, each one in their place. All forms of life whatever their state.

Say not, “He is dead,” our Father divine, but accept his salvation so free. This beautiful world he made for all, In his image he created thee.

I love you my Great Aunt Lillian!!! You are missed everyday!

An Ode to Ms Tracy, without the “e”, your smile shines bright from a to z. From 9th grade through University, you have always been a woman of great diversity. From gold lame dresses to jeans and tee shirts, you have been a woman of style just like desserts. Colorful and bright, without any fright, you are not afraid to try Moscow in bright lights. We ran from cops in Zurich, and watched Tom Jones get down to it. In flight with Southwest, you drank with delight while a Queen in the spot light cheered you with bright lights. From the Rocket Hotel to the Arabian Knights, your family has given you adventures that have left you with sleepless nights. With four cats at home, and two outside, you often her them singing by the stars and moon light. Since telling corporate America to go take a hike, you have been burning bright like forever night. So happy to see you full of life, for a while I thought I lost you in the jaws of strife. Oh Ms Tracy, you are such a lovely woman! I am so happy you are my friend, and such an amazing woman! You & Greg are spectacular folks, in celebration I am going to plant 2 oaks. I feel sorry for your husband when he is all bandaged up. I still laugh a out loud when I think of, “Damn son, you are all banged up!” May your marriage be blessed with eternal bliss, and many healthy kitties I will add to your list. Stay pretty & true and don’t ever turn blue. You have so much to offer in this life we are living. So don’t forget you have a story worth singing! I wuv you girlfriend!

Oh Miss Ann, of times of old. You will always be 29 years old. Through 80’s hair to cheek red hair you will always be within mid air. In times of old you ran around Dunedin, trying to find Bjorn Borg and a ticket to Sweden. Although the days of wrist bands and head bands have past, the memories of 70’s stage bands still have last. I remember we listened to the Bee-Gees, and watched anime, in your house on the Grove while I chocked on chocolate Ice Cream and drank lemonade. From Middle School through College, you have always been bright, just like fall foliage on a cool New Hampshire night. Brilliant in color, just like your heart, you now have your own business in nothing but art. Now with a business and blog in hand, your work can travel from here to Siam. From big belly laughs to Lease County cars, you always shine like a fresh coat of paint. Metallic, Pearl, Matte and Glossy, sounds like the shades that tickles your fancy! These colors are for more, than just for a car. They represent the star that is within your soul: Metallic for your boldness, Pearl for your softness, Matte for keeping your thoughts to your self and Glossy for your shine. Your journey on this earth has reached a new plateau, fame & fortune will start nipping at your toes. Your art will go global, your work will go mobile. You will start your foundation and live on vacation! And throughout all this fame, you will always be the Dame whose name remains the same. Miss Ann, you are wonderful and so full of life! Thank you for being my friend throughout my whole life! I wuv you girlfriend!

Anyone who knows me KNOWS how I feel………..About the Pinellas County school system in Florida. HORRIBLE! UGH!!! I HATED MY 9 YEARS IN THE PINELLAS COUNTY PUBLIC SCHOOL SYSTEM!!! However, I am actually going to say something nice…..

I had a civics teacher name Marte Clark who was WONDERFUL! I also had her for my freshman anthropology class at St. Pete College. I was thinking about her the other day. Had I never had her in my early years, I don’t think I would of made it through the University of South Florida. She was the only teacher who gave me positive reinforcement. She was the only teacher who encouraged me to continue on. She never talked down to me. I actually felt like a real student instead of a “burden” on society. While other teachers were calling me “stupid” because I was from Mississippi, Ms. Clark told me that I must have some rich cultural heritage in my background. By now, I am sure she is a professor in some University. I hope one day you see my blog! I hope you know how much I REALLY appreciate you!

I did have one more teacher at Dunedin High School. Coach McCray. He gave me the kick I needed! I just wanted to give these two amazing individuals a HUGE thank you! Coach McCray, you taught me that I am actually worth something. That I am a productive member of this society. That I will make a difference! Thank you!!

The rest of my experience at Dunedin High School was a nightmare…I will just let that go and give great thanks to those who made an unbelievable difference in my life!