Toilet Paper~~100% Recycled?????????

Thank you Felicia Owens for bringing this to my attention. I find myself rummaging through my toilet paper 12 pack, which does say recycled on it, looking for signs of recycling. Now I have to figure out exactly what I am looking for, lol.  Tell tale brown spots? Signs of streaking made by unimaginable substances? A telephone number left by some guys one night stand? The possibilities seem endless.

OMG!! SEVENTH GENERATION!!! Does this mean that at least six people used this before it arrived on the store shelves for me to buy. My God they offer coupons for this stuff on the Internet. They should give this shit away. Wait!! Maybe they are giving shit away.

OK! It says it is made of 80% recycled paper. Whew! I can try to use only the parts that look new. Have you ever tried to wipe using 20% of a single sheet of toilet paper. It is amazingly messy.

When I first saw the words Toilet Paper and 100% Recycled combined into one phrase; I pictured sheets of toilet paper with floating STUFF stuck in it. I figured it has to come in colors to hide the, shall we say, imperfections.

ON SALE TODAY~~SEVENTH GENERATION TOILET PAPER IN THE NEW TAN AND CHOCOLATE COLORS~~USING OUR NEW STAY FRESH TECHNOLOGY FOR THAT EVER POPULAR OUTDOOR FRESH SCENT!!!

Oh Yeah!! I am running right out to buy that!

Available at Amazon ~~Green Forest Unscented Bathroom Tissue, 100% Recycled Paper, Whitened Without Chlorine, 12 Roll Packs.

Sorry kiddies but if I am forced to use 100% Recycled Toilet Paper~~~I want it scented to the max and chlorinated so much it bubbles when it hits the water.

I am all for going green. I love planet Earth. But this may just be going to far. Now I have to investigate everything that says it is made of recycled material. This is going to make going to Wal-Mart an exhausting trip.

What is next? Plastic Coke bottles made from recycled plastic that use to be bottles that contained liquid laxative? Bottled water bottles made from old Draino bottles?

Now these are my ideas of worthwhile recycling projects:

                                    Temple made of recycled bottles.

                                          A recycled bottle house.

                                              Recycled bottle Christmas trees.

                                                     Recycled bottle boat.

        
                                 Recycled bottle humming bird feeders.

                                     The ever popular eco friendly Man Bag.

                      
                                    And finally a Recycled Old Bitch from reality TV.




Yes Sir!! Some of the finer things in life!!


Next time you go shopping and see the words MADE FROM 100% RECYCLED MATERIAL.


BE SCARED!! BE VERY SCARED!!


Love ya,
Night

Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire!!!

March 25, 1911 is a day that still lives on in the hearts and minds of many New Yorkers. On this day 129 women and 17 men died in a fire at the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory. By all descriptions this was one of the most horrifying experiences anyone could have imagined. Veteran military men, with combat experience, were horrified. Men and women jumping from the 9th floor windows holding hands and hugging while they fell to their deaths. Some were on fire as they fell and some bodies were actually melted together. There is even evidence of a locked door that kept the people from escaping. Apparently this door was locked to cut down on pilferage.

It is said that not a single city block, in Lower Manhattan, was spared a victim. In immigrant communities everyone knows everyone. Even in a large city like NYC. These were people who came to America looking for a better life. Looking for the streets that were supposed to be paved with gold. We all know that their expectations were crushed in the tenements of NYC. No gold streets but something even better. Opportunity to achieve the American Dream. And for immigrants to America, even today, opportunity is all they needed.

Members of my family lived in New York City at the time of this fire and many worked in the garment industry. I have heard family talk about this when I was a child. Yesterday when I was watching the HBO show about this fire I found myself reading down the names of the people killed looking for any that were familiar to me. Thankfully none were familiar.

As with all tragedies there were investigations, accusations, trials and cover ups. We are starting to see the beginning of that happening in Japan now. But some good did come out of this tragedy. I always wonder why it takes something like this to get people to do what common sense tells us it the correct thing to do.

Many of the work place rules now in effect came as a result of this fire. We work and live safer because of their sacrifice. I wish they did not have to sacrifice to achieve this for the rest of us.

Read the list of names as an exercise in memoriam to these people. It is at this link.

http://law2.umkc.edu/faculty/projects/ftrials/triangle/trianglevictims2.html

So many of the immigrant communities are represented on this list. This would be my list for Whose Who In America.

As an American I acknowledge that we have many faults but we make up for them with opportunity and hope that is given in exchange for hard work and good citizenship.

As a women I am deeply saddened by the loss of life in this fire. I am also grateful that their sacrifice did not go unnoticed.

Love ya,
Night.

PS....Watch the video here::  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1kDRCVhqjw&feature=autoplay&list=PLA8AB02C28CD6CABF&index=6&playnext=2

Change Is Not my Enemy! Is She My Friend?

“The key to change... is to let go of fear.”

~~ Rosanne Cash

There is always fear when things start to change in our lives. It does not matter if that change is a small one or one that shakes the Earth. Things change around you every day and many times we do not even notice the changing process until it has completed its cycle. Take the azalea flower that is so prevalent in the Southern USA. The temperatures start to warm and you notice a few buds appear. Then a few days later you walk out of your house and the world is full of white, pink and salmon colored flowers. There was no in between phase noticed by you. Just ZAP and there they are making your wake up a beautiful thing.

The thing about change is that without it nothing gets done. If we were so content in our lives that change was not needed; I believe that we probably had met God. Because I can think of no place else, than in a world run and ordered by God, where we could be content so say 'This is it,,, I need no more!"

I have had a lot of reasons to think about changes in my life lately. Thankfull most have fallen on the good side of life's changes. A few not so much but life seems to balance itself out. Funny how that happens.

“Life can either be accepted or changed. If it is not accepted, it must be changed. If it cannot be changed, then it must be accepted.”

~~Unknown

To a point this quote works for me. It is true that life can be accepted or changed. It is also true that if you do not like your life situation you need to change it. But I believe that we all are capable of making changes in our lives or our situations. Nothing is set in stone and no one ever has to settle for what they have right now. Change is always possible. It has to be because that is the essense of life. The ability to change our circumstances is one of the many things that allowed us to rise up out of the muck and become who we are now. And with every passing day we continue this process of change.

“Any change, even a change for the better, is always accompanied by drawbacks and discomforts.”

~~Arnold Bennett

It is these drawbacks and discomforts that hold many of us back from seeking change. We find a comfort level and then settle back and enjoy it. Later we wonder why so many have passed us by. Simple; the fear of the discomfort that comes with the process of changing scared us off.  Fear will destroy you progress in every situation. Over coming fear is the key to accessing productive changes in your life.

“Every time I find the meaning of life, they change it”

~~Unknown

Here in this short line of words is the cruix off our discussion. Things in you life have to change, Change is forced upon you. You can not fight it. No matter how much we want to live in the simpler past; everything going on around us never allows for that to happen.

Accept CHANGE and embrass it. Let it flow through you and try to understand it. Because the change of today will probably be gone by tomnorrow.

Let me leave you today with quote that grasps probably the only thing in your life thay may be a constant.

“Change is inevitable - except from a vending machine.”

~~Robert C. Gallagher

Love ya,

Night

Nights Dance To Day~~~Chapter 14

Chapter 14

　
I walked into a room that was deathly quiet. Martin had his head down and was staring at the floor. His breathing was shallow and fast. His hands tied behind his back and his feet tied to the chair legs. There were spatters of blood around the chair. Martin looked like hell.

His face was bloody and his nose had a split on the right side. Both his hands were covered in blood and it was still dripping on the floor. His forearms were bruised. I had no interest in what had gone on in this room.

“You ready to talk?”

“That man’s an animal.”, Martin

“Hey! You’re the one kidnapping girls. You put yourself in that chair.” I could tell Pete had Martin broken.

“You talk to me now or I go back to my coffee and you and this man dance some more. Your choice.”

“I will give you what you want.”, Martin.

Pete left the room to go check with his sources on Clayton Security and to see what progress Wailer was having with a fresh car.

“You start talking and I will stop you when I have questions. Fuck around one bit and you earn yourself a little more dance time. Understand?”

“Yes!”. Martin yelled. He did not want Pete back in this room.

Martin told a story that rocked me and if it were true I had failed my wife even more than I thought I had.

Martin said that Franny had been taken as continued punishment for Maria’s work on the sex slave trade. He said that they thought that I was out of the way and there would be no interference from anyone. But this was the easy part of the story for me to swallow.

“Your wife was not killed in the explosion.”, Martin.

That statement staggered me. I saw the body. I buried her.

“She was taken out of the car before it blew up. The girl in the car was one she had managed to free and was taking to the police.”, Martin

My head was spinning. The body was not identifiable because of the damage.

“She was taken out of the country and sold with some other girls. They wanted her to disappear.”, Martin.

I jumped at him and hit him hard in the face. I felt his nose crush under my fist.

“Stop! Stop! There is more. Please!”, Martin was pleading for mercy. I was not feeling merciful.

“She was pregnant. The buyer did not want her so she was held in Ireland until the baby was born. Then she was moved some where else.”, Martin

I felt my head starting to explode. He was telling me things that I could not even imagine. I was in a dream world. I vaguely remember Maria telling me about a surprise.

“Where is she?”

“I don’t know!”, Martin.

Who knows?”

“Jimmy Bailey, in Belfast, brokered the deal.”, Martin.

“Bailey the arms dealer?”


Martin screamed, “Yes!”

“Martin is there anything else?”

“No!” Martin was spent and I could tell that his story was through. My head was spinning. Two years wasted! Two years she has been out there alone. A child! I could not think clearly and stepped outside the room.

Pete had been listening to everything. When I came out he put a hand on my shoulder, “I will take care of it”, he said. The he walked into Martin’s room.

“ I have the car. What’s going on?”, Wailer.

Two shots rang out and Martin was gone.

Wailer was just staring at me.

“Two years! Two Years!”

Life Is Not Fair~~Get Use To It!!

Believe it or not…life is not fair. Occasionally the bad guy wins, people do play favorites, some good people die young, some people will let you down and not everyone is honest. While we can accept this, it shouldn’t stop us from dreaming big, working hard and doing what is right.~~Corey Wells

I have just gone through a fairly sleepless night. It seems that happens a lot these days and not just to me. I am sitting in front of Cure Chaser Tower, like I do most mornings, and this paragraph from Corey Wells keeps running through my head. I just can not push its away no matter how hard I try.

Why is life so hard? Who made these rules about what happens to us? Why is the road always rocky and where is it leading us? Why are there more questions than there are answers?

And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years. ~~ Abraham Lincoln

Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile. ~~Albert Einstein

Everyone seems to have their own ideas about life but lately two quotes seem to be driving my thoughts.

 In the book of life, the answers aren’t in the back. ~~Charlie Brown

 I hope life isn’t a big joke, because I don’t get it. ~~Jack Handey

These two quotes sum up my line of thought of late. Sometimes the world around me makes no sense. But just a few months ago it all made sense. Things change just that fast.

Just for the hell of it I googled those four questions I asked earlier. Guess What!! No one has an answer. Actually that is what I expected.

Only one person can answer those questions. YOU!! Every person will have a different answer and that answer is only right for them. No matter how much you want to help them. No matter how much you want to answer those questions for them. It is just not possible. We can not answer these things for other people because we do not walk in their shoes.

I am slowly figuring this out. I am not Einstein. I am not Lincoln. God I am not even a Charlie Brown. I am just me and there is only one thing I can do.

I can offer the parts of me that will help the most. An ear to listen to the pain.  A shoulder to lay her head on. And a heart that offers love and is willing to stand with her.

There are not answers to my questions. There is life such as it is and you have to take it, deal with it on an everyday basis and then wait until the sun rises the next day to see what life has in store for you today.

Love ya,
Night

Legacy~~Will You Leave One!!

Albert Pike was an interesting individual and over his life time uttered many quotes of interest. His endeavors included being a lawyer, soldier, explorer, poet, author, newspaper publisher and high ranking Freemason. He is the only Confederate Civil War General to have a statue erected to him in Washington, DC. The statue stands in Judiciary Square. He was honored for his work as a Freemason and only after President Andrew Johnson pardoned him after the Civil War.

One of my favorite Pike quotes:

“What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.”~~Albert Pike

This is one of the quotes I often read when working with Relay For Life. I see two interpretations of this quote. The first being that if you want to be remembered, in a good light, do things for other people. The second, and the one I subscribe to, is that what you do for other people will affect those that come after you.

That is the way I feel about Relay For Life. What we do today has effects on others but those effects probably will not be seen in our life times. See; that is, I believe, what holds people from jumping in and helping. Not just RFL but any task that has results they can not see immediately.

We live in a society that wants immediate results on everything we do. That is evident in everything around us. The faster computer, the faster phone and things like on demand television channels are examples of that. Even investing has become a get in and get out with as much profit as I can proposition.

We have lost site of the fact that sometimes progress takes time. I feel that too. I want that cure today not tomorrow. Let alone 20 years from now. But if we do not work on this or any other problem now then the solving of it will be much farther off.

I have my own reasons for working with Relay For Life; as every person does. And believe me it has nothing to do with personal gain as some shallow minded people believe. What I gain from this,what we all should gain from any charitable work, is a satisfaction that in some small way we are leaving a legacy of hard work toward the solving of a problem.

Read this quote again,,

“What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.”~~Albert Pike

There is a cause and effect here. While doing something for others will live on as immortal, DOING NOTHING FOR OTHERS also lives on as immortal but in ways that leave you in the dark not the light.

Love ya,
Night

An Inspiration!!

Thinkie has a heart as big as any that has ever existed. I guess that is why she took pity on me an brought me home one cold night. She wears her heart on her sleeve and shows it to everyone. So when two friends are in crisis she can not sit idly by and watch. She jumps in with her soft little heart and unmatched listening ability and tries to help. This poem was written for her by Angie Stromfield after one such episode. Angie captures 'true essence and she sees what I see everyday.

I see the clouds rolling in and oh how it looks like rain
And it is always I fight for the welcome change
When it rains it pours on this heart of mine
So, I take the storms I feel to her each time.

It's for me that she pushes away her own rain
But I know she has lived under her own pouring rain
Yet under her water her heart still doesn't change
She can walk away from what hangs overhead
And, not in her storm, are words left unsaid.
Not in her storm have I ever felt alone
Her storm ends, so I, may find my way home

So, that I may find comfort in calling her name.


She lives in this world for the sake of another's heart
God, how she eases the miles when worlds apart
And she never wanders when your world falls through
Not ever in her storm would she do this to you.
She has wings that I know not only I can see
Cause only an angel could find strength to carry me
It's the way that the eyes can surely view
How her heart's written so clearly in what an angel can do.

Not in her storm is her work ever done
And even in her storm she hands me the sun
When her world is dark - I always have light
And now how I hold the new color of night.

She takes then she gives to an unhappy face
So that many can find an awesome place
I have been able to love her more every day
And with her hand in mine the clouds roll away.
Not in any storm that I will ever live beneath
Could ever change what I hold here inside of me
Not in any of her storms have I lost my angels touch
To that angel out there, I love her so much
A dear Friend to all  Thank you Thinkie....

Thank you Angie for writing this for the most wonderful woman I have ever met. Thank you for allowing me to share with my readers.

Love ya,
Night

South Carolina~~The Jewel Of The South~~And The Home Of Me~~YEAH ME!!

South Carolina is a beautifil place to live. We have it all here; beautifil beaches, green mountains, lakes, rivers, piedmont and  large and small cities. It is both rural and urban but what is so great is that finding the beloved Old South Carolina is every where and moving from an urban area to a rural one is just a short trip.

OK! So where are we?

Located in the southeastern United States gives us access to every thing any other state has but we do things in a slower more civilized way.

South Carolinians are a special breed of people. Never afraid of saying what they think. You will always know where we stand on any issue.

Or rag tag militia stood up to Cormwalis and his well trained army; holding him in the south while General Washington grew stronger in our fight for freedom. We led the way, and some say not a good thing to do,  in the US Civil War( we call it The War Of Nothern Aggression). You always know where we stand and when it comes to the rights of our people South Carolinians are always out front in the quest to preserve thoes rights.

YES!! I am proud to be from South Carolina.

For you my South Carolina in pictures,,,

Come visit us. We will welcome you with open arms, great food and one of the most beautiful and versitile places on earth.

You never know~~You may even see me wandering around Pawleys Island.

Love Y'all,
Night

If You Do Not Have 'C'~~You Have Nothing!!

After my Father passed away; I experienced my first real exposure to life. There are many things that being alone in life teaches you but the most important thing I learned was a sense of CONFIDENCE. The Big 'C".  A confident person can succeed even if they are not the best person for a particular job or activity.

When I was 18 years old; I dropped out of college after one year because there just was not any money to pay tuition. I found myself alone and nearly penniless. I found odd jobs and did anything I had to do so I could get back to college.

My passion; my one overwhelming passion, was soccer. I touched my first soccer ball at age 4 and never looked back. Soccer has always kept me on a straight and narrow path. But I was in a situation, at this point in my life, that held me away from the game. After all; putting food on the table and a roof over my head seemed far more important.

Like any passion, staying away was only a temporary thing. When  I was not working; I was practicing in a local park. My goal was to eventually play college soccer.  During my first year of college I sat on the reserve team waiting for chance to play. But now I was not sure that chance would ever come.

On weekends I went and played pickup games in the Hispanic neighborhood not far from where I lived. I had to worm my way into men's games because that was what was available. Each night I left the field bruised and hurt but I kept going back each week. What these games taught me was a form of mental strength and confidence I could never have learned on any college team.

After two years I had enough money to return to school but had to work at the same time to make ends meet.

 “The greatest barrier to success is the fear of failure.”

 ~~Sven Goran

So there I was back in school and soccer tryouts were being advertised. I went to the tryout and sat in a locker room with some of the best female players in America. World class players. Believe me I was scared. A college soccer team carries about 20 players, that actually dress for games, and another 10 or so that are on the reserve team. Kind of like football practice squads. Here is the problem. Those first 20 players were all on scholarship so they were on the team. I was battling over 40 girls for one of the remaining 10 slots.

My goal~~make that reserve team. I made sure that I was at practice earlier than anyone else. Gave 100% every second on the field. I found a position that the team was short on and concentrated on that slot. Defender; I  had never played it before. But I did everything I could to achieve my dream.

I would like to tell you that it went smoothly but that is not the case. In the end it was down to me and one other girl for the final slot. Number 30 on a team of 30. The coach told us that we were equal in every way. He also said that we were to show up at the practice field at 7am the following morning to run a 100m dash. The winner was on the team. The loser went home.

“Each time we face our fear, we gain strength, courage, and confidence in the doing.”

~~Unknown

I was scared to death. All this work came down to me running 100m. I spent that night staring at my Mom and Dads picture wishing life had been different. But my Dad always told me that life gives you whatever it gives you so deal with what you get.

I ran that 100m in less than half a second faster than the other girl.  Half a second changed my life!! That short time led me to a scholarship the next season. It led me to 2 years as a professional player. It built me the confidence to know that I could do anything.

That short time span made me who I am today. There is not a day, the entire rest of my life, that I have not felt confident in what I want to do.

“You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience by which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.”

~~Eleanor Roosevelt

I have not told this story to praise myself. I told it because every person needs to understand the value of being confident. It is alright to have fear. Hell its normal to fear some things. But you have to face those fears and not let them overwhelm you.

Conquer your fears, portray a confident attitude and you will be able to grab all you need from life.

"Life gives you whatever it  gives you so deal with what you get."
~~My Dad

Love ya,
Night

If I Found A 3000 Year Old Bar Of Chocolate,,I WOULD EAT IT!!!

Oh No Doubt About IT!!!  Eating a fine chocolate is like finding the perfect wine or making love to that perfect woman. It is something that should be savoured and eating slowly. Each piece melting slowly in your mouth and drizzling down the back of your throat causing your entire body to shiver and move in erotic fashion until at some point your body releases pent up tension and you collapse into a ball of spent flesh and bone.

YES I LOVE CHOCOLATE!! And NO there are not pictures of me eating it, lol.

Thousands of years have passed since monkeys first found the cacao plant edible. MONKEYS!! I have a new found respect for any species that understands this glorious passion.

The Object of my passion starts out as this quite unassuming bean pod looking thing. No wonder man was scared off it and monkeys took the lead in its consumption.

Mesoamerica, South and Central America, is the birth place of chocolate. In the earliest days of its consumption, by humans, only the delicious pulp was eaten. Later the Mayans and Aztecs consumed it as a liquid. It is unknown who first found the beans edible. The beans eaten directly from the pod are bitter and do not taste very good. It is even suggested that the first beans may have been roasted by accident and then found to be edible. Can you imagine the look on the faces of these accidentally roasters when that wonderful chocolaty aroma floated into the air.

Chocolate quickly became an object of value, and even revered religiously, in the Americas. Chocolate plays a part in Mayan religion. The Mayan’s sacred book, Popul Vuh, contains their story of the creation, and instead of an apple tree, there’s a cacao tree.

 The Aztecs actually valued cocoa as a currency and it was used to trade for other commodities. The beans were the natives' "coins." A list of Aztec trading prices looked something like this:

1 small rabbit = 30 cacao beans
1 turkey egg = 3 cacao beans
1 large tomato = 1 cacao bean

After Europeans brought chocolate home they started experimenting with ways to serve this delicious pod. In the 18th Century the Term 'Chocolate Enlightenment' was coined and the development of chocolate, into all its present forms, was achieved.

 The 'Peoples Treat' is enjoyed and produced in every part of  the world now. I think every peace treaty should be negotiated over a cup of hot chocolate. God what a mellow negotiation that would be, lol.

My favorite ways to consume chocolate:

                                       In any sort of a Mexican Mole recipe.

Double Chocolate Peanut Butter Ice Cream.

                                          That old standby Hot Chocolate.

My favorite candy bar of all time. I actually order this online in 12 pack boxes because it is so hard to find. Each bar consists of four milk chocolate-enrobed sections each with an interior of caramel, vanilla, peanut or fudge. Sky bars have been around since the 1930's. If you have a Cracker Barrel restaurant near you; they are usually found in their gift shop.

OH YEAH!!

Those who know me already understand my love affair with Baileys. The original flavor is my favorite but I never turn down a glass of Baileys on the rocks; no matter what flavor is offered.

There are thousands of web sites that will enlighten you about the value of chocolate but let me suggest that you skip all the research and get right down to ENJOYING IT!!!

Love ya,
Randy

PS....There was a lot of chocolate consumed during the research for this blog entry.

Nights Dance To Day~~~Chapter 13

Chapter 13



Maria Manzo Malone was 31 years old when she died. We met when she was at Columbia University studying for a law degree. I had just left active military service and was working as a consultant for a New York City law firm. The case was a fairly simple one and involved the security surrounding a Wall Street Brokerage House. Maria, as a third year law student, was doing research for the lawyers that were assigned to the case.

Believe me it was not love at first site. We were from two different worlds. Mine a simple lifestyle based on everyday family contact. Hers; a world of jet setting parents and wealth I could not even imagine

But long hours of working together brought us to love. Maria was adopted by my family within seconds of them meeting. My mother brought her in as another daughter and she was an instant part of the family.

Maria’s parents were a completely different story. I was the nightmare boyfriend all wealthy parents wish they would never meet. I was never really welcomed in their home and they went out of their way to try and end us before we even began.

Love has a funny way of putting blinders on those involved and Maria and I never missed a beat when it came to us being a couple. Within a year of us meeting and 1 month after she passed the Bar exam we were married. We went off to the Caribbean on a honeymoon and her parents spent that time severing all future financial ties with their only daughter. We never cared about the money. I always felt bad that I was the reason for her family estrangement

Maria always said, “They know where I am if they want to talk to me. I love you.” I still felt bad but every minute we spent together was the best part of my life. In time we put all of it behind us and just enjoyed our lives.

Two years later she was working in the District Attorney's Office. A job she loved. Pete and I were doing freelance security work. It was a very good life with no bumps in the road.

Pete and I took a case that had Russian mob involvement and it was getting dangerous. We were collecting the information our client wanted, a federal agency that wanted to cover up its interests, as fast as we could so we could get out of this case.

We did not get out fast enough. The Russians found us out and attempted to take revenge by putting a bomb in my car. Unfortunately Maria used the car before me and was killed. My life ended that night and soon after I started to drift around the country looking to escape my memories. That never quite worked out.

A scream from the other room woke me up from my day dreams.

I went back to the emails.

She had passed on every other case and was only working on this one. I remember being scared for her sanity. She was totally obsessed.

“He's ready. Begging to talk to you.”. Pete.

“Lets get this over with so we can move on.”, me.

I had a very bad feeling that I could not shake.

Love ya,
Night

The Front Lines!!

Everything is quiet while we await the rising of the sun on what would ordinarily be a beautiful South Carolina day. On March 16, 2011 I told you about the coming Squirrel Invasion. In these past few days South Carolinians have rallied to the cause to protect our homes.

I am writing this while sitting on the front lines of an upcoming battle that may well end South Carolina as we know it. I am in an upstairs room of my house looking out over the beach. A beach that just a week ago was full of people enjoying life. The scene that is unfolding before me is a far different one.

US Marines are manning defensive positions along the sand dunes and are fully prepared to repel the coming invasion. South Carolina's famed Militia, of which I am a proud member, stands ready to back up the Marines. We are awaiting reinforcements from North Carolina and Georgia but I fear they may not arrive in time. We must hold these beaches to preserve our state.

I am looking at the faces of the young Marines below me on the beaches. I see stern determined looks. I see men and women of every race and religion led by experienced officers. I see Americans. They did not ask to be here but when called they came. There was no stopping them.

The South Carolina Militia is a motley crew of well armed men and women. These are their homes they are defending. In the face of what is coming; none will turn and run. They will all do their duty to their State and their Country.

Word has just come down the line that the first landing barges have been sited about 2 miles off shore. Air Force and Naval planes have engaged the enemy fleet. From my vantage point I can see the flashes of light that reflect the intensity of the sea battle.

As the sun starts to rise; the first landing barges can be seen by the naked eye. There must be a thousand of them. Shells from the Squirrel Ships have started falling on the beaches. Even under immense bombardment the Marines continue to hold the line.

The barges are approaching the beaches now. I can see the first of the barge doors opening and hundreds of squirrels rushing the beaches. The Marines have opened fire. The SC Militia is already engaged. I have to stop writing now the battle is moving close. I will join the fight. God help us!!

This has been a brutal fight. The carnage is every where. Just as the battle seemed to be turning in the squirrels favor reinforcements from Georgia arrived and the tide was turned in our favor. The Marines stood strong. The SC Militia never flinched.

Prisoners have been taken and are being interrogated. They are defiant but we will break them.

Information has just reached us that the Squirrels have asked for a truce and our leaders are holding meetings with them at the headquarters of their sole remaining ally.

I knew it all a long. Those damn elves.

A peacefulness is settling over the battlefield. Feels like a combination of happiness at being alive and pride of what was accomplished. When we stand together we can not be beaten.

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I wrote the original Squirrel Invasion story on March 16, 2011 and then sat back to see if anyone really got it. Here is the funny thing. Someone did but that they got it was not the funny thing. What was funny was where they lived. An Arab country!! This person saw through my story and even called it an "Easy to understand analogy".

Kiddies; this story was about the War On Terror. It was about freedom; both preserving what you have and gaining what is every persons God given right. It is true that the idea came to me when I saw an article about squirrel attacks in Bennington, Vermont. The rest was my imagination running wild.

My Point is a simple one. If we stand together. If any people, in any country, stand together they can protect their way life. Hell they can improve it. We are seeing that all over the Arab world right now. You are living in one of life's historical moments. Do not let it go by without realizing what is going on.

We are all on The Front Lines of this fight. Lets put up a good fight.

Love ya,
Night

PS....I was averaging 2 - 3 readers from Iran per day recently. None have logged on to this Blog in the past 6 days.

Trust~~Truth!! The Foundation Of A Good Relationship!!

Truth and Trust each have many different meanings. Maybe that is why people are endlessly searching for them. The meanings that follow are ones that pertain to my search.

Trust -- having fidelity to an original or to a standard or ideal,, constancy or sincerity in action or character

Truth -- reliance on another person or entity,, reliance on the integrity, strength, ability, surety

If two words could marry TRUTH and TRUST would make the perfect couple. When these two words are brought to bare on any relationship, whether it's social or commercial, they will produce fruit that will live on forever.

We all know this to be true. It is common sense. So how come people have been searching for them throughout the ages? Seems mysterious does it not?

So what is TRUST really? Trust is both and emotional and logical act. Emotionally, it is where you expose your vulnerabilities to people, but believing they will not take advantage of your openness.

So what is TRUTH! Now this is complicated because one person's truth may not be true for another. One may trust another person but still have truths that are miles apart. The truths I am speaking of here are ones of IDEALS. Not the truths that pass between two trusting individuals in the form of words of love and respect.

NOW THAT IS CONFUSING!!

In any human relationship between trusting individuals, the truth to ones ideals even if different than those of the other trusting partner, are not or should not be a stumbling block to a successful partnership. But a lack of truthfulness in everyday humdrum life activities are sometimes insurmountable.

A Catholic marries a Jew, an atheist marries a Bible Belt Baptist, an Irish girl marries an Italian boy, a white person marries a black person, a 7 foot tall basketball player marries a 5 foot tall candy maker and as in Second Life a Human Avatar marries a Wolf. All these partnerships can work out easily. Even though the obvious truths about life's ideals may well be miles apart. As long as truth and trust always rule everyday lives.

Truth and Trust must be melded together tightly. Nothing can separate them. If this holds true than no matter what Truth your Ideals hold for you; these partnerships will thrive.

IF NOT~~

You get my point here I think!!


Love ya,
Night

My 100th Post!! What To Do! What To Do!

I am totally baffled!! Today is my 100th blog post and I should be doing something special. Something spectacular. But I can not think of anything. My mind has been running wild with ideas but none of them I seem to be able to translate to the written word.

I am at a loss. I looked in the mirror and this is the reflection that I feel. She is better looking than I am but you get the idea.

I had this idea to compare a Sharks Brain  to a Vagina. There are similarities!!

                                                     SEE!!!!!!!
So what can I say about this subject and still keep my lady like demeanor. YEAH LIKE THAT HAS STOPPED ME BEFORE!! Get ready kiddies this is going to be a wild ride.

If the shark brain and the vagina are this similar then an extension of that thought would easily bring you to the conclusion that they have to function in a similar manner. So lets project this line of thought into a real world application.

THE ABUSE OF WOMEN CAUSED BY THE BRUTALITY OF MEN!!

There are old jokes about women who have teeth in their vagina's and use them for revenge on men who have wronged them. Well these old jokes are based in folklore. Vagina dentata is Latin for toothed vagina. As you all know; Latin is not in everyday use these days so some where in the past someone was thinking along the same lines as me. See I do base my manias in historical fact.

Various cultures have folk tales about women with toothed vagina's, frequently told as cautionary tales warning of the dangers of sex with strange women and to discourage the act of rape. That I got straight from Wikkipedia kiddies so it has to be true, lol.

But for me this application for the old folklore does not go far enough. In a world where women are treated as objects and not human beings; the evolution of the toothed vagina is a desirable outcome. Think about it!! Women with built in protection against the brutality of men. The shinning star in this theory is that this built in protection is in the exact place NO MAN CAN RESIST TRYING TO GO!! This is freaking genius.

In 2007 this phenomenon was made into a movie, 'Teeth'. See Hollywood sees the potential. I do not make this stuff up, lol.

Vagina Dentata is a coming evolutionary event that I welcome. Evidence of its arrival has already started to be discovered.

Xrays, taken of a woman in an undisclosed country, show tooth development. Men should be very afraid.

Being on the ground floor of this knowledge has it advantages. I plan to open shops that not only bring awareness to women of their evolutionary possibilities but also to market a new brand of clothing and art.

Samples of what is just around the corner for the Worlds consumers. The possibilities are endless. There are fortunes to be made and men to be tamed.

Men please take heed. Treat women with the respect they deserve. Believe me; respect, love, affection, kindness and attentiveness will get you much farther than meanness and brutality.  A woman who gives herself freely, in a loving and respectful environment, will make for a much more enjoyable experience.

Because mark my words; the evolution possibilities of a women's body goes way beyond Vagina Dentata.

                                    Think about it guys and be very afraid.

Love ya GIRLS,
Night

A New Menace Is Spreading Across America!! Be Scared,, Very Scared!!

I do not know where to turn for help. Every park and small patch of woods is harboring a menace that will end our civilization as we know it. If this continues to spread a Zombie invasion will pale in comparison. I have no idea what the US Government is thinking. As I understand it; the Army, Nave and Air Force are not on full alert. As a matter of fact; several US military people reached to comment on this menace had no idea what I was talking about.

Of course I am talking about the repeated and unprovoked attacks by squirrels; that is spreading like wold fire across the land.

OMG!! Look at this thing. Attacks have been reported against both humans and animals alike. My whole outlook on what I thought was a harmless woodland creature has changed.

They are storming castles in every backyard in America. No quarter,,no mercy given. Children are hiding under their beds.

The larger, of their species, have developed the ability to spit fire. Our major cities are in danger of being overwhelmed.

No one seems to see the danger. Everyone has stuck there head in the ground to avoid this issue. May I remind you of how much Prairie Dogs look like squirrels? Your head, while stuck in the ground, may well be chomped off.

Prairie Dogs are being whipped into a frenzy buy the bold acts of this evil squirrel infestation.

I have cleaned and loaded all my guns. Traps have been set around my homes perimeter so I have an early warning of any squirrel army advancement. All the bridges to my island have road blocks set up and are manned 24 hours a day. Each car is inspected. We are constantly looking for Squirrel Sympathizers.

Some of us are already fighting back. We will not go down without a fight.

Some of my neighbors caught this one tyring to swim to the island. OMG!! Squirrels have learned how to swim.

Reports of them using automatic weapons have filtered in from the front lines. We need to find out who is supplying these weapons.

My bet is that the Keebler Elves are making these weapons in those damn magic trees. I am not nuts!! Squirrels live in trees. The Keebler Elves live in trees. They have to be allies. No more cookie goodness. DAMN ELVES!!

 You are all on notice. The war has begun. No one will be left unscathed.  Our losses could be heavy but are hearts are big and our will to live is strong. Fight on my brothers and sisters. The future of our civilization is in your hands.

Love ya.
Night
(Reporting from my concrete and steel bunker somewhere on Pawleys Island.)

PS....This piece was adapted from an article about a squirrel attacking people in the town of Bennington, Vermont. Anything is possible kiddies.

Our Flag Flys At Half Mast! The Last WWI US Veteran Passes!

Thank you for your service just does not seem enough to say to any veteran but especially to Frank Woodruff Buckles. Mr Buckles passed away this past week. He was the last WWI Veteran from the United States forces who servrd during WWI.

"When you think you are going to die, just don't"~~ Frank Woodruff Buckles

Simple words~~Common sense~~The words of an American hero.

The following comes from the Veterans Administration website:

"Frank Woodruff Buckles, who lied about his age to enlist in the Army in 1917 and became the last known U.S. veteran of World War I, died February 27 at the age of 110. Burial was with full military honors at Arlington National Cemetery. A long-time resident of Charles Town, West Virginia, where he had a farm, Mr. Buckles was born in Bethany, Missouri. He enlisted shortly after his 16th birthday and served in France and Germany."

An even more amazing thing about Mr Buckles was that not only did he serve in WWI but he served in WWII as a United States Army ambulance driver in the Philippines were he was imprisoned as a POW for 39 months. After WWII he returned to live out the rest of his life farming in West Virginia.




From the website dedicated to his memory(http://frankbuckles.org/)

"His life is a true story of American commitment and heroism, inspiring many to ask how they can help. Frank's family is deeply appreciative of these offers and attention, but continues to stress it is not so much about Frank, but all he represents."

There is a story about Mr Buckles POW internment. He ate out of the same metal cup for 39 months and still has that cup. I have seen it at the website, http://pershingslastpatriot.com/. They are going to make a movie about Mr Buckles and I will be first in line to see it when it comes out.

My father served in the US Military for nearly 30 years and I grew up an Army brat. I have profound respect for those who serve. Those who are willing to do what it takes to keep us safe.

So now there are two remaining WWI veterans.

Claude Stanley Choules, 110 years old and living in Perth, Australia. He served in The Royal Navy and the Royal Australian Navy. He served in WWI and WWII. He is the last surviving person to see the German Naval surrender during WWI.

Florence Beatrice Green , 110 years old and living in King's Lynn Norfolk, England. She served in the Royal Air Force/Women's Royal Air Force.

A different breed of human grew up between WWI and WWII. Men and women that put country first and who knew what was the correct thing to do. They got up from there happy lives and stepped into the guns of history because it was simply the right thing to do.

We still have men and women like this serving and doing the right things. I fear that we will never have the likes of Frank, Claude and Florence again.

I hope to God I am wrong because we live in a world that is in desperate need of such people.

Love ya,
Night