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The
Quality of A President
As the wind blows across this
land,
Even candidates should have presidential hands,
This
Land is Good ~ Great ~ And Kind,
Electing a president ~ Should
not be done blind.
As the wind blows across this
land,
America rests in a presidents hands,
She trusts these
hands to protect her shores,
To shield her from the enemy’s
wars.
As the wind blows across this land,
The homeless and
hungry are in the presidents hands,
For he feeds the world at any
outcry,
And leaves his poor outside to die.
As the wind
blows across this land,
A president needs to have steady
hands,
To believe in self ~ And his people too,
To love and
trust ~ The Red, White & Blue.
As the wind blows across
this land,
A president needs to have presidential hands,
He
needs to know the patriot’s dream,
To understand what “Love of
Nation” means.
As the wind blows across this land,
A
president should know where to place his hand,
As the beginning
notes of The National Anthem starts,
As Americans rise and place
hands over hearts.
As the wind blows across
this land,
The world watches the presidents hands,
An American
President ~ An American Man,
Should not have to be told ~ He
should understand.
Note:
September 16, 2007
Obama
does not recognize the American Flag during National
Anthem.
http://www.truthorfiction.com/rumors/o/obama-salute.htm.
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Chester
Arthur Stiles
Oprah in
South Africa where sexual abuse has occurred.
A LITTLE ONES WORLD
I
A little ones world ~ Is not always
good,
When people don’t live as they should,
Safety at times
is hard to find,
When babies believe the world is kind,
A
little one who only knows trust,
Gives hugs & kisses ~ Love
is a must,
Little arms that hug oh so tight,
Their way of
showing ~ Their world is right,
Being blessed with this little
girl or boy,
Means giving thanks for this ultimate joy,
A
trust given ~ A promise made,
To guard and guide ~ To love and
pray,
A protection prayer ~ Uttered without thought,
For a
kind gentle world ~ That can’t be bought,
With all of the
progress this world has seen,
So, much of life ~ Is simply
obscene,
It’s hard to believe what man can do,
To an infant or
child ~ Unspoken truths,
These people are allowed to kill and
maim,
And yet, they live ~ Now, that’s a shame,
They defile
God’s most precious gift,
Shattered lives ~ Set adrift,
A
wrong that can’t be made right,
Not even with God’s Holy
Light,
Humanity suffers ~ As does all of mankind,
When
children are squandered ~ And justice is blind.
II
As a society of people
~ Adjusts to the crimes,
The heart of a nation ~ Bleeds less
overtime,
For the unknown criminals who plans ~ Not
sleeps,
Competition has made a gigantic leap,
They all want
their “15 minutes of fame”,
Depravity & Kills ~ Makes them a
name,
Sorrow never enters a criminals mind,
Never considers
the ones left behind,
A little ones world ~ A little ones
ways,
Is no longer as safe ~ As back in the day,
Children kill
children ~ Men rape and kill,
And women now kill their babies at
will,
Schools use detectors ~ To insure safety inside,
Still
shots ring out ~ And children still die,
As bad as this is ~ It’s
no longer news,
Ask Dr. Phil to tell you his views,
Instant
news ~ Now makes instant TV,
What anyone does ~ Everyone
sees,
Cable TV has made news a twenty-four day,
Again,
competition grows ~ As does a reporter’s pay,
So, news of murder,
theft and rape,
Has changed the range of the news
landscape,
Turn on a computer and surf the web,
There’s
something for everyone ~ It’s been said,
Violence has jumped into
real time,
A mere baby being raped ~ By a piece of slime,
Each
piece of news has facts to find,
Reporters searching out the
unkind,
Yet, the sad truth is ~ It’s the victims that pay,
New
laws in place ~ To protect the criminal’s ways,
They have rights
~ Oh, yes they do…
No victim is spared ~ Regardless of
truth,
Justice a word ~ Definition unknown,
And the smallest
of victims ~ Wear scars or headstones.
III
A little one’s world
should be a ticklish laugh,
Running and playing and taking
naps,
No baby should ever know real fear,
Never know pain ~
That’s truly severe,
Yet, there are those that are so
vile,
Horrific monsters ~ Pedophiles,
Justice here is worse
than a joke,
A hidden truth ~ When words aren’t spoke,
Justice
means the right to face the accuser,
A little one knows only to
fear the abuser,
With limited or no way to speak the
truth,
Pedophiles prey upon the youth,
The rights of the child
are almost nil,
If they can’t tell the court about the
ordeal,
A credible witness or DNA,
Is needed for a little one
to seize the day,
More often than not a pedophile walks,
All
because a little one can’t talk,
Blind justice in this case is
wrong,
For the weak become weaker ~ And villains become
strong.
IV
A little one is the soul of
man,
He can only become what he understands,
He only knows
what he sees,
Open your eyes ~ They’re just babies,
Take back
your house ~ Make it right,
Take back your yard ~ Give it
light,
Take back your streets ~ Make them clean,
Take back
your neighborhood ~ From the unseen,
Take back your churches ~
Air them out,
Take back your religion ~ Release the
doubt,
Take back your city and your state,
Do it now ~ It’s
not to late,
Take back your world ~ For her and him,
Take it
back ~ For all of them,
Take back your God ~ Release the
fear,
And know that He holds ~ All little ones
dear.
Note:
Poem was written because of news, shows & life. As
a
Society we should stand up and be counted. This is my
stand!
Nye -- Gateway to Nevada's
Rurals
Strip this man naked, spread eagled, on the steps of
The Supreme Court. ~~~Cut “IT” Off~~~ Carry this news event on every
TV station. NO Charge. Block party will follow this event…
Send a message ~ And follow through.
Montel helping abused
victimes
Thanks for helping all of these
victims.
Oprah always doing
her part in life. This is her
stand!
Oprah, you go girl!!!
I wasn't
thinking but this is also a poem that would be a World News
Poem.
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Crandall Canyon Mine Utah
PART
I
Darkness is normal ~
Day and night,
As miners live with limited light,
What is
abnormal ~ Becomes the norm,
And fear exist in limited
form,
Most of the time it’s a regular day,
Answered prayers
for the families that pray,
And then it happens ~ Tragedy
hits,
A mine collapses with men in its mitts,
Family and
friends gather around,
Needing to help the men underground,
The mine inhaled six good men,
Who knows that help is coming
for them,
There is no doubts in their minds,
For miners never
leave their own behind,
They fight and dig ~ And, yes tears
fall,
Silently they pray ~ As they give their all,
The
families who know and live this life,
Live with the knowledge ~
Of a miner’s plight,
Time stands still ~ Breathing is
hard,
Life has stopped ~ For those who stand guard,
A town
stands vigil ~ A town stands strong,
Never wavering ~ No matter
how long,
News crews arrive ~ So, the world can view,
The
strength and fragility ~ Of a tragedy‘s truth,
Yes, strangers
watch ~ Because they know,
That tragedy is everyone’s
foe,
Strangers will come ~ Not just to observer,
But, to stand
behind ~ To be the reserve,
As the count of the days numbers
increase,
So, do the prayers, begging and pleas,
Days 11 &
12 ~ The miners still inside,
Yet, six men were hurt ~ And three
men died,
Rescuers now are in harms way,
The inside exploded ~
Safety decayed,
Seismic activity ~ Unstable ground,
Is blamed
for shutting the rescue down,
Drills are still drilling ~ Trying
to find,
The six miners who are still inside,
With their
family ~ Their Nation cries,
It truly hurts ~ To watch “Hope”
die,
Lost inside ~ Fear instilled,
Faith is questioned ~ As
is: God’s Will.
PART
II
Days have lapsed into weeks,
No rescue ~ No
recovery ~ No one seeks,
Families are lost within
themselves,
“Don’t give up ~ Please try something else,
Find
our sons, husbands and dads,
Give them to us ~ So, the end can be
had,
We need to say goodbye to our men,
Have a service ~ Pray
~ And, say Amen.
Don’t let this dark, dank place be their
tomb,
It’s bad enough that it was their doom,
Men have died
trying to save our guys,
Yes, there’s danger ~ And, no it’s not
wise,
Logic here doesn’t come into play,
Give us our men ~
Give us our day.”
PART III
Heroes were
baptized in the dust of coal,
As they cried ~ And prayed ~ And
bared their soul,
They stayed strong ~ No time to sleep,
Back
breaking work ~ An unspoken promise to keep,
They gave all they
had ~ Day-in and day-out,
They did their friends proud ~ That’s
what counts.
PART IV
The ending wasn’t
scripted ~ The way of a thought,
Through anger and pain ~
Heartache was bought,
Words are tossed ~ Accusations are levied,
The men are still lost ~ And, no one was ready,
The town that
stood ~ Strong and proud,
Is now divided ~ And full of
doubt,
There is only one truth ~ And only one way,
It’s not
ours to know ~ It’s not ours to say,
Truth be told ~ The miners
weren’t alone,
There was no darkness ~ As God welcomed them
Home.
~~~
Keep the Faith ~ It's your only real
hope,
The Thomason & Heath
Family
~~~
Note:
The six trapped coal miners are:
Louis Alonso
Hernandez, 23
Manuel Sanchez, 41
Kerry Allred,
57
Carlos Payan, in his 20s
Brandon Phillips, 24
Don
Erickson, 50
3 Killed in
Utah Mine Rescue Attempt
~~~
Rescuers suspend effort at Utah mine
One died at
the scene, said Kevin Stricklin, MSHA's administrator for coal mine
safety. Two of the dead were identified as MSHA inspector
Gary Jensen, 53,
of Redmond, and miner Dale Black, 48, of
Huntington. http://www.mercurynews.com/ci_6645279
~~~
WASHINGTON - The method of mining used at the Utah mine that
collapsed Monday , trapping six
miners, has a history of being disproportionately deadly,
according to federal safety studies.
The Crandall Canyon mine
collapse happened while miners were ...
Pictures came from CNN and FOX News Web
Sites.
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Little
Jessica Lunsford
Picture the little girl,
Who was stolen from her
world,
Imagine if you can,
The depravity of one man,
He
took her from her own bed,
He a pedophile ~ Who is not
dead,
The justice system should be ashamed,
“Rehabilitate,
teach and tame,”
Then set them free ~ Give them trust,
See
what happens if you must,
Watch them stalk the youngest
prey,
Remember “Justice” on that day,
So here’s what happens
when you believe,
That pedophiles should go free,
A little
girl tucked in bed,
Happy dreams in her head,
A cross the
street in plain sight,
No one knew ~ About this night,
An
unlocked door and he was in,
Life just changed for all
them,
He took and raped this little girl,
Confused and hurt ~
Terror swirled,
He kept her hid like a secret toy,
Informing
her brought him joy,
She knew of the search going on for
her,
Allowed TV ~ This pain she endured,
She heard her dad beg
and cry,
Her little mind couldn’t understand why,
What did she
do to make this man so mad?
Why couldn’t she go back to her
dad,
Then one night after the searchers went home,
He took her
in the woods all alone,
He dug a grave and let her
see,
Exactly where she was going to be,
He opened a trash bag
and she knew,
She asked, “If the bag was for her too”,
She
only had one request,
“Could she take the stuffed dolphin that
she loved best?”
Yes, she could ~ Yes, she did…
Buried alive ~
Her body hid,
He said, “She didn’t beg or cry,
A brave little
girl ~ Is how she died.”
~~~
Now, it was time to cut and
run,
His half-sister gave him the funds,
She knew her brother
~ She knew him well,
She knew this baby was living through
hell,
She kept her mouth shut and helped him flee…
She’s a
pedophile too ~ It’s plain to see,
He’s back in jail and admitted
his guilt,
Proud of his kidnapping, rape and kill,
Now, with
counsel with all the right words,
He recants his confession ~
Now, words unheard.
~~~
Back to “Justice” and what it should
be,
Should pedophiles have a right to be free?
Or, should
their last hours be that of the child,
The one they destroyed ~
The one they defiled?
Jessica M. Lunsford
October 6,
1995
Date of Death Feb 24, 2005 - Mar
2005
NOTE:
The picture
of Jessica was one that was on the news daily during this horrific
period.
HOMOSASSA,
Florida (CNN)
-- Jessica
Marie Lunsford, the 9-year-old Florida girl whose body was found
Saturday
near her parents' home, was
kidnapped from her bedroom. By John Evander Couey a
convicted
sex offender, who did confess to this
horrible, despicable act of brutality.
Jessica Lunsford's father tells suspect: 'I hope you
rot in hell'
Mourners
bid farewell to slain Jessica Lunsford
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KATRINA - August 29,
2005
Waters of beauty ~
Waters so deep,
Storms of wind that would not sleep,
As the
winds awoke with speed,
So to the skies began to bleed,
Thus a
hurricane had been born,
Katrina was named as she
formed,
Evacuate ~ Leave right now,
Many stayed ~ They’d
survive somehow,
Katrina grew and grew and grew,
As did the
floods that ensued,
Then the levy broke and fell,
All who
stayed walked through hell,
On this walk some did cry,
Some
became stronger and some did die,
Mississippi, Louisiana, Alabama
too,
Americans in need, homeless and confused,
Despair and
fear topped off with hunger and thirst,
So many were stranded ~
So many were hurt,
Helicopters and boats tried to rescue and
save,
Yet, many were found in their watery graves,
Cities of
toothpicks ~ Everything gone,
An era is over ~ Lost in the
dawn,
Whole cities destroyed and neighborhoods lost,
Bridges
and highways were picked up and tossed,
Yet, survivors lived ~
Bearing their hearts,
Helping and giving, sharing as they
depart,
Children were lost and parents were too,
Reporters
became helpful on the nightly news,
Taking notes and numbers ~
Making these calls,
Finding their families ~ Tearing down
walls,
The people were hungry and babies needed food,
The
stores had been looted by unruly broods,
Most of the people were
simply in need,
They lost everything ~ “Help” was their
plea,
Gas was no longer easy to buy,
Some stations were empty
others had lines,
Roads became rivers ~ Waters chest
high,
Animals that were left ~ Stranded and died,
Katrina was
ruthless as she crossed the land,
Showing no mercy ~ While
weaving her plan,
Help was needed ~ The people were
dazed,
Where was FEMA ~ Where was the aide?
Where was a
shelter for the homeless to be?
What was the plan for disaster
relief?
Was there a plan or was there not.
The people were
hurting and very distraught,
The National Guard and Marines
too,
Came bearing water, medicine and food,
Helicopters moved
the sick and hurt,
To other states answering the alerts,
Some
families found their babies alive,
And the Helicopters took them
to their babies’ sides,
Some happy endings made it easier to
hear,
But seeing the people mostly brought tears.
~~~
As
the Katrina blew through the towns,
Some were looting and
shooting men down,
Wal-Marts were emptied ~ Gun shops
too,
They were shooting at people trying to rescue,
They shot
at helicopters up in the sky,
Not caring who lived ~ Not caring
who died,
They shot at the boats searching the homes,
Trying
to rescue those who were alone
They shot at truckers delivering
goods,
Chaos their motive ~ Ruthless they stood,
So the
National Guard was brought in,
With orders to shoot ~ No game of
pretend,
~~~
A month has passed ~ And Rita passed
through,
More rain and destruction had ensued,
These cities
are broken and life is nil,
The people have left for dryer
fields,
Still children are missing ~ Lost and
unclaimed,
Infants that don’t even have names,
Grandparents
and cousins and moms and dads,
Life as they knew it can no longer
be had,
Right at a 1000 did not survive,
Katrina was ruthless
~ That can’t be denied.
Note:
Picture of Biloxi devastated
August 31: People
look for their belongings in the ruins of their home in Biloxi,
Mississippi.
Photograph: Barbara Davidson/AP
This is a link of a
map of New Orleans Flyover.
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Bush & Kerry ~ Election
2004
~ BEFORE ~
Fear is it real or is it
perceived?
Kerry says, America’s deceived,
Bush is sure that
the threat is real,
Voters spout both men’s spiel,
On 9/11 ~
Thousand’s died that day,
World wide trust has since
decayed,
So, now the question is who should lead?
A man of
strength ~ It is agreed.
Strength is where the country is
torn,
America is a nation forlorn,
Kerry sells himself, as a
man of men,
Always stating, that all can trust him,
Even
though his record is questioned,
He’s convinced he knows the
direction,
Bush repeats what he believes,
Terrorism hidden is
a nation deceived,
America must go where the terrorists
live,
To fight them there ~ A strategic motive.
~ DURING
~
Election Day ~ November 2, 2004,
Long lines formed at
voting doors,
People came and stood in these lines,
Waiting to
vote their hearts and minds,
They had listened and they had
heard,
And as voters, they’d have the last word,
Democracy is
alive and proud,
As voters stood ~ Their presence avowed,
Two
men have battled ~ Fought tooth and nail,
To win the great office
~ Only one would prevail,
An empty white map outlined in
gray,
Bush and Kerry ~ Who’d carry the day?
As red and blue
states color the map,
Americans watch as the news unwraps,
Indiana and Kentucky start the night,
Giving Bush the first
color on sight,
Nights are long and counting takes
time,
Electoral votes is a candidate’s dime,
State’s tick off
as the night wanes,
Red and blue states dot the plains,
Bush
and Kerry in a dead heat,
Either of these men could find
defeat,
The hour is late and counting has slowed,
As all eyes
turn to the state of Ohio,
The map is filling blue and
red,
News anchors reviewing everything said,
Ohio goes to Bush
~ Alaska does too,
As for electoral votes only one is now
due,
Wait hold on ~ There is a dispute!
For Kerry, the numbers
just don’t compute,
So, the race is still a race,
Democracy a
working grace,
A stand-off is now at hand,
Ohio is his, Kerry
demands,
The election has stalled,
With five states not
called,
Waiting for Kerry to find out the truth,
If Ohio is
Bush’s ~ Then did he just lose?
Hours and hours tick-tock
away,
Before Kerry decided, he had something to say,
Fate had
stepped in and he must concede,
He called the President ~
Gracious indeed,
Kerry and Bush both very kind,
As they
hung-up ~ The election behind,
America heaved a sigh of
relief,
One man victorious ~ One man in grief,
Kerry will now
speak of his loss,
Bush will accept and pick-up his cross,
The
voters have voted ~ Spoken their voice,
The election is over ~
Known is their choice,
They have chosen to feel secure and
protected,
By the same President that they reelected.
~
AFTER ~
Kerry conceded with heartfelt words,
He stood
proud and everyone heard,
He choked up as his words came
out,
One thing for sure, he left no doubt,
He loved his
country so very much,
He and America had both been
touched.
~~~
Bush accepted, smiling with pride,
This time
he won ~ It can’t be denied,
He spoke to Kerry of the
Champaign,
A major contender no need for shame,
He talked of
his vision for the next four years,
While flags waved and
everyone cheered,
Then Bush turned to his serious
side,
Reiterating that terrorism still can’t hide,
God Bless
America ~ His Wonderful Home,
In this thought ~ He was not
alone.
~~~
***God Bless America & President
Bush***
Note:
2004 Election Night Events
Timeline
Swing State
Analysis
(picture of Campaign Map
2004)
Post
analysis, polls and recent voting history from swing states before
the
Electon
night timeline - MSNBC
2004 Election Night Events Timeline
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Swift Boat
Ads
Swift Boat Ads have
made their debut,
Kerry himself brought them to view,
Proud of
his stint in Vietnam,
Linking his past now to Saddam,
Wanting
to be the Commander In Chief,
Believing that he can find the U.
S. relief,
He has a few medals from his army days,
He relives
his past almost like a play,
Now opposition has come into
view,
Stating that Kerry’s version is untrue,
What to believe
~ What does it matter?
Time is now ego ~ The past is now
clatter.
Vietnam is over ~ A war of the past,
Iraq is now ~ A
whole different caste,
The enemy is deviant from what was
known,
War and terrorism have truly grown,
The enemies aren’t
soldiers dressed in gear,
Civilians are now the villains to
fear,
Clerics and Temples now play a part,
Asylum isn’t given
~ Neither is God’s Heart.
~~~
Swift boat ads ~ True or
not,
Bigger issues should replace this spot,
The Economy ~
Medical Insurance,
Social Security ~ National
Endurance,
Issues of today are needed on the slate,
Because
America’s future just can’t wait.
~~~
Note:
|
Ex-Viet Cong
Soldier Recalls Swift Boats
|
|
UPDATED - Tuesday August 31, 2004
1:49pm ~ ABC 7
News
~ |
http://www.wjla.com/news/stories/0804/169844.html
Bush:
Kerry's Vietnam Tour 'More Heroic '
UPDATED -
Sunday August 29, 2004 1:39pm ~ ABC
7 News ~
http://www.wjla.com/news/stories/0804/169359.html
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Election
2004
Elections come and
elections go,
Mostly it's an entertaining show.
Down and Dirty
is this years theme,
Bush and Kerry ~ Both Extreme.
Ones
far left ~ The other far right.
America's caught in their
sight's.
One likes to mouth ~ Pretend he's big.
The other
plays war and never reneges.
One flaunts his war stories to the
press,
The other doesn't like to digress.
They never agree on
the subject of Tax,
One moves forward ~ The other
backtracks,
Social Security programs for our old,
Listen to
the cuts ~ The story unfolds,
One has the facts ~ The other
understands,
Neither of them have a workable plan.
As elections come and
elections go,
What if a candidate didn't know.
Know all the
answers that were asked,
Lowered his political mask.
What if
this man said, "I'll do my best.
I just want to make one
request,
As Americans you have to know,
I'll lead you where we
have to go.
But I can't fix all things for every man,
Sometime
we have to alter our plans.
As a Country ~ Our people come
first,
We feed us before we disperse,
Our sick and our old
will not be forgotten.
America First ~ Is Our New
Doctrine."
What if this man ~ A
common Jo,
Told the truth ~ When he didn't know.
What if
he stood proud and tall.
And quietly said,
"All I can do is
walk before you all?"
~~~
Note:
Here is just a brief news story on Bush &
Kerry. Along with other presidents and how their campaigns compare. Check it out...
http://www.woai.com/news/national/story.aspx?content
_id=326F7315-0677-45EC-A5A8-D62E66F432E8
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Before
&
After
MARTHA’S
MESS
The NASDAQ’S up ~
The DOW JONES down,
The stock market goes up and down,
To ride
the market can be a high,
But what goes up can also
slide,
“Money ~ Money ~ More money please,”
Martha Stewart
said this with ease,
She understood the American dream,
She
had the recipe for every cream,
The gal can sew, crochet and
knit,
Plant a garden and cook a bit,
Martha can bake a pie or
a cake,
She knows it all for heavens sake,
This diva can
decorate a house or room,
She’s not afraid of her kitchen
broom,
She shared her knowledge and became rich,
She earned
her nick-name by being a *****,
K-Mart joined with “Martha
Inc.”,
One Billion Dollars richer without a wink,
Wall Street
let Martha ring the bell,
Happiness reined as all could
tell,
Investing now was such joy,
Little Martha’s brand new
toy,
She made friends while playing the market,
Eventually
this made her a target,
Buying a stock called Imclone,
Selling
it then via the phone,
“Insider Trading” is what they
say,
That’s why she sold Imclone that day,
Sam Waksal her
friend called in distress,
Imclone was dropping ~ Sell all the
rest,
This phone call of warning set in motion,
A series of
events of illegal proportions,
Martha denies any wrong
doing,
But the FBI keeps on pursuing,
Finger printed now and
mug shots too,
What will the “Domestic Diva” do?
This diva
knows and taught finesse,
She’ll clean up “Martha’s
Mess.”
Note:
Pictures from this site have
changed but Martha is still here.
"Nine-count indictment charges Stewart and Peter Bacanovic,
formerly of Merrill Lynch
& Co., with
conspiracy, obstruction and making false statements about the facts
surrounding
her December 27, 2001, sale of
ImClone Systems Inc. stock." *Brooke A. Masters of the
Washington Post
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martha_Stewart
Friday, March 5, 2004 - Martha Stewart was found guilty
on;
1 count conspiracy, 2 counts of
making false statements,
1 count of
obstruction of agency
proceedings.
Martha was sentenced June 17, 2004.
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AMERICA THE FAT
She can feed you
day or night,
Anything you heart delights,
Breakfast donuts,
rolls or toast,
Wash it down with a coke,
Go down the street
if you wish,
There you’ll find a different dish,
Sausage,
bacon, ham and cheese,
On bagels or biscuits ~ They aim to
please,
Americans eat lunch on the go,
Drive throughs help the
working soul.
Those golden arches in the sky,
Maps aren’t
needed to arrive,
Hardees, Burger King, Arby and Rax,
Pizza
Hut, Dominoes all serve and tax,
Dinner is the family
meal,
Where everyone eats their fill,
Many buffets line the
streets,
American, Italian and Chinese,
Americans eat and eat
and eat,
All they want ~ All they please,
Now the fattest
nation on earth,
Pounds tallying and expanding girth,
Anger
grows as people get fat,
Declaring ignorance of nutrition
facts,
Big Macs, Whoppers, French Fries too,
Are more than
likely going to kill you,
300 fat grams in one hamburger,
A
1000 calories ~ Not an ounce of sugar,
“A trust is broken”, the
people cried,
“All you restaurants told us lies,”
Buffets add
to this murder plot,
Eat all you want and worry not,
Self
control isn’t a thought,
Getting fat isn’t their
fault,
“McDonalds, Long Johns and Ryan’s Buffet,
Now we’re
going to make you pay,
Make us fat and we’ll sue you,
And we
want more than a million or two,”
Both side now have lawyerd
up,
Each spouting that the other’s corrupt,
A judge is going
to have to hear this case,
But even he can’t make the fat
erase.
Note:
Obese Man Sues Fast-Food Chains
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Obesity
Blame Game
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our famous
fast food chains to pay for ... number of other obese and ill New
Yorkers who also feast on fast food. ... Jul. 25, 2002 | Geraldine
Sealey
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Gary L.
Ridgeway
"The Green
River Killer"
"His claim to
fame,
Murder he
spoke,
Forty-eight
women,
Women he
choked.
Prostitutes
all,
So, he
thought,
No one would
miss,
He wouldn’t be
caught.
Twenty years
passed,
He felt
safe,
Yet, he was
tagged,
By his
DNA.
A serial
killer,
His numbers
were high,
Their souls
still restless,
They haven’t
yet died.
Their families
need answers,
Time has stood
still,
Answers won’t
answer,
The questions
that spill.
He murdered so
many,
Pled "guilty"
to all,
Yet, his life
is spared,
Their families
appalled.
Bartered for
life,
Prison
awaits,
The bodies he
hid,
He’ll
locate.
He’ll die
behind bars,
Reliving his
thriller,
History has
dubbed him,
"The Green
River Killer."
Note:
Picture and quote
(below) "I wanted to
kill as many women I thought were prostitutes as I possibly could,"
Gary Ridgway, 54,
admitted in court, to
avoid the death penalty, in exchange for life in prison without
parole. On November 5, 2003 Gary L. Ridgway confessed to killing 48 women. The Green River
is in Kent, Washington, located right outside of Seattle.
For more information on
this serial killer: HOME OF THE GREEN RIVER
KILLER.
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HELD
CAPTIVE
I
Our
city is held captive,
By one who has no soul,
He befriends our
daughters,
So begins our stroll.
Young and bright and
trusting,
Through youthful eyes they see,
They never see the
madness,
Only the good by degree.
Their youth and their
openness,
Gave way to the foul,
They never saw the
horror,
They never knew his prowl.
It was by their
mercy,
They let this creature in,
They never saw the
vileness,
Till the very end.
II
Violated and discarded,
Is how he left our
girls,
Bludgeoned and mutilated,
Is how he left our
world.
One he left,
One be took,
Both he killed,
Both
forsook.
As we become one,
Family and town,
We search for
our daughter,
The one not found.
As we
talk amongst us,
Of a demon man,
It's beyond our limits,
We
can't understand.
He is behind bars,
For the murder of
Brook,
But where is Erika,
The one that he took?
Why won't
he answer,
The questions ~ So few,
Who taught him
this cruelness,
Who'll give him his due?
Ill
Searching ~ Searching,
Family and town
together,
Searching ~ Searching,
Days that lasted
forever.
This process continued,
Two full weeks,
"Found in
a field,"
The news was leaked.
Stabbed ~ Broken ~
Beaten,
A horrible death,
This "monster" again,
Took one of
our best.
Two daughters sent
To earn their degree,
Two
daughters returned
With a death sentence
decree.
IV
Reconvened
~ Our nightmares
~
Jury and Justice,
What will we
hear?
Finally a closing,
At hand is the date,
Will they
convict,
This Beast of Hate?
Pickup a paper,
Read the
news,
It's not him,
Who's being abused.
It's not his
life,
Being ripped apart,
Not his family,
With a broken
heart.
"Who was he with?
Who did he do?"
Questions like
these,
Just aren't news.
It's Brook's life,
They're tearing
to shreds,
"How many guys,
Were in her bed?"
Well, this
saga,
Is just about through.
If God's in Heaven,
He'll get
his due.
V
The
trial is over,
All words were spoke,
The jury listened
And
didn't choke.
They
sifted through,
A virtual hell,
Of words and pictures,
Of evil detailed.
They heard the defense,
Shift the
blame,
They listened intently,
Each day was the same.
Here
they were gathered,
Here was their place,
It was their
lot,
To find justice with grace.
To locate an answer,
To
balance the scales,
To right a wrong,
Not wanting to
fail.
The judge gave instructions,
In silence they went,
In
search of a verdict,
Which is why they were sent,
Now the
families,
Sit and wait,
For the jury,
To
deliberate.
They held in their hands,
The defendant's
life,
Like he held our girls,
With cruelty and a
knife.
Would they find him guilty,
~ Or would they
not?
~ Would he finally pay,
For the cruelty he'd
brought?
The wait wasn't long,
According to
some,
~ The verdict was in,
~ The waiting was
done.
Gripped with fear,
The Families did
wait,
Brian
Jones is Guilty,
Sealed is his fate.
Many lives were
touched,
By this beast of a man,
Innocence and trust,
No
longer go hand in hand.
~ Illusions have been shattered
~
~ Daughters have been lost ~
~ A verdict has been
rendered ~
~ And we all reap the cost...
Note:
UPDATES
APPEAL FROM THE KNOX SUPERIOR COURT
The
Honorable W. Timothy Crowley, Judge
Cause
No. 42D01-9907-CF-034
________________________________________________
On
Direct Appeal
December 20, 2002
In memory of Brook Baker age 19 (September 7,
1997) and
Erika Norman age 21 (September 4, 1999 - went
missing).
Both of these young ladies fell prey to Brian E. Jones.
Brook and Erika attended Vincennes University.
They are missed and will never be forgotten.
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