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 Addicted to astrology, Doctor Who, Ghost Adventures, South Park and chocolate.   Realizing this incarnation is beyond the half-way point,I've been reflecting on the past. My interests are eclectic.Keeping my Karma clean is of utmost importance. I'm one of those lefty-liberals most of the time, but I make my own decisions and a sparkle of them do lean right. I am an eclectic, solitary pagan.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Do you remember?

Remember: black& white TV's, shaking the milk bottle because the cream was at the top (it was brought by the milkman) washboards, poprocks, pop beads, pet rocks, 45 records, drive-in movies, the 1st Earth
day, the day of the "magic bullet" Kent State, Chicago 7, "doing it" in a car that had plenty of room, Woodstock (the original) the 1969 Mets & Jets, windowpane, the evening news showing the live killing of a vietnamese person -- they put a gun to his head and just pulled the trigger. 1,2,3,4 what are we fighting for? 8 tracks, Sharon Tate, rotary phones & party lines. the draft lottery. THE HORROR, THE HORROR, THE HORROR that reminds me B movies & Ed Wood.
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Sunday, January 16, 2011

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Wednesday, September 17, 2008

My Fantasy Group






When the Brothers Grimm in Germany and W. B. Yeats in Ireland went about the countryside gathering fairy tales, they wanted to preserve the folk traditions. By recording faithfully the stories they were told, they enriched world literature.





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Thursday, August 28, 2008

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Friday, May 23, 2008

Real McCain 2 video is #1 on YouTube

Far more viewers than any cable channel. Will corporate media be shocked into a return to journalism?
Since The Real McCain 2 launched this past Sunday, over 1 million people have seen it! It's been the #1 most viewed video on YouTube
For the last seven years, the mainstream press has sacrificed its objectivity and courage in a pathetic attempt to appease conservatives, lest they be painted left-leaning.
We need to continue spreading videos
until our pleas for unbiased, hard-hitting journalism are heard by the corporate media.
especially when the presumptive GOP nominee can't get his basic facts right on Iran. Especially when the press is obsessed with Jeremiah Wright but won't go after McCain's endorsements (which he sought) from the viciously anti-Semitic Rev. John Hagee or the deeply bigoted Rev. Rod Parsley
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Sunday, May 11, 2008

My Last Mother's Day

It was a beautiful day in May. Happy was I. My son Ronnie had gotten discharged from the hospital a few days earlier, much to my relief. It had been touch and go for a while. While hospitalized he became a hockey fan. What team, you ask? If you have to ask, then you don't know me.
The NJ Devils (for those of you who reside in other countries or know zero about hockey).

It was Mother's day and Ronnie and his girl friend Sandy took me and her Mother out to dinner. Maureen (Sandy's Mom) wanted to go to some place called The Lone Star. It didn't matter to me, but Ronnie said "Every time we go out to eat Maureen picks the place, it's time you got to choose". I told him that Mothers Day was about being together and that was more important than any food.

The place we went to was a steak house and I don't eat red meat. "Don't worry said I, chicken is always on the menu almost everywhere". Such a nice day it was. My gift was a watch with kittens on it; I still have that watch in my jewelry box. My only regret is that we didn't take pictures. My Ronnie always wrote the most sentimental things in cards and this one was no different. He thanked me for all the good qualities he possessed, stating that they came from me. Then proceeded to thank me for teaching him right from wrong and to always be a good person.
It was the most wonderful Mother's Day. Who could've known that four months later he'd be dead.

Broken though my heart may be, I am not ready to join him just yet; I still have tasks to complete. My soul just aches so wretchedly at times, most oft his birthday and Mother's Day. That was my Last Mother's Day as a Mother.

Today which is minutes away from being over is my last Mother's Day with a Mother.
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My sister has issues with me and my brother and she had my Mom's POA (I'm the alternate). My sister has her in a facility 5 minutes from her house, but it's a 30 mile tip for me on a road known for traffic. My own health problems hinder my travelling abilities.

My father's spirit came to me and told me to visit Mom and he would protect me while travelling. So I did, and had a wonderful visit. Alert and cognizant she was, though getting stuck on words sometimes. She stopped eating and drinking (except for chocolates) and my sister put her on hospice.

Never did she say a word to me. I will not speak ill of my little sister and I will always love her even if I despise some of the things she does.

So, my on-line friends I share with you that this is my last Mother's Day. I have no son and by next year will have no Mother. For this I am very, very sad.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Kent State Massacre May 4, 1970

On This Day

4 Kent State Students Killed by Troops
8 Hurt as Shooting Follows Reported Sniping at Rally
By John Kifner
Special to The New York Times

Kent, Ohio, May 4 -- Four students at Kent State University, two of them women, were shot to death this afternoon by a volley of National Guard gunfire. At least 8 other students were wounded.

The burst of gunfire came about 20 minutes after the guardsmen broke up a noon rally on the Commons, a grassy campus gathering spot, by lobbing tear gas at a crowd of about 1,000 young people.

In Washington, President Nixon deplored the deaths of the four students in the following statement:

"This should remind us all once again that when dissent turns to violence it invites tragedy. It is my hope that this tragic and unfortunate incident will strengthen the determination of all the nation's campuses, administrators, faculty and students alike to stand firmly for the right which exists in this country of peaceful dissent and just as strong against the resort to violence as a means of such expression."

In Columbus, Sylvester Del Corso, Adjutant General of the Ohio National Guard, said in a statement that the guardsmen had been forced to shoot after a sniper opened fire against the troops from a nearby rooftop and the crowd began to move to encircle the guardsmen.

Frederick P. Wenger, the Assistant Adjutant General, said the troops had opened fire after they were shot at by a sniper.

"They were understanding orders to take cover and return any fire," he said.

This reporter, who was with the group of students, did not see any indication of sniper fire, nor was the sound of any gunfire audible before the Guard volley. Students, conceding that rocks had been thrown, heatedly denied that there was any sniper.

Gov. James A. Rhodes called on J. Edgar Hoover, director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, to aid in looking into the campus violence. A Justice Department spokesman said no decision had been made to investigate. At 2:10 this afternoon, after the shootings, the university president, Robert I. White, ordered the university closed for an indefinite time, and officials were making plans to evacuate the dormitories and bus out-of-state students to nearby cities.

Robinson Memorial Hospital identified the dead students as Allison Krause, 19 years old, of Pittsburgh; Sandra Lee Scheuer, 20, of Youngstown, Ohio, both coeds; Jeffrey Glenn Miller, 20, of 22 Diamond Drive, Plainsview, L.I., and William K. Schroeder, 19, of Lorain, Ohio.

At 10:30 P.M. the hospital said that six students had been treated for gunshot wounds. Three were reported in critical condition and three in fair condition. Two others with superficial wounds were treated and released.

Students here, angered by the expansion of the war into Cambodia, have held demonstrations for the last three nights. On Saturday night, the Army Reserve Officers Training Corps building was burned to the ground and the Guard was called in and martial law was declared.

Today's rally, called after a night in which the police and guardsmen drove students into their dormitories and made 69 arrests, began as students rang the iron Victory bell on the commons, normally used to herald football victories.

A National Guard jeep drove onto the Commons and an officer ordered the crowd to disperse. Then several canisters of tear gas were fired, and the students straggled up a hill that borders the area and retreated into buildings.

A platoon of guardsmen, armed- as they have been since they arrived here with loaded M-1 rifles and gas equipment - moved across the green and over the crest of the hill, chasing the main body of protesters.

The youths split into two groups, one heading farther downhill toward a dormitory complex, the other eddying around a parking lot and girls' dormitory just below Taylor Hall, the architecture building.

The guardsmen moved into a grassy area just below the parking lot and fired several canisters of tear gas from their short, stubby launchers.

Three or four youths ran to the smoking canisters and hurled them back. Most fell far short, but one landed near the troops and a cheer went up from the crowd, which was chanting "Pigs off campus" and cursing the war.

A few youths in the front of the crowd ran into the parking lot and hurled stones or small chunks of pavement in the direction of the guardsmen. Then the troops began moving back up the hill in the direction of the college.

Students Cheer

The students in the parking lot area, numbering about 500, began to move toward the rear of the troops, cheering. Again, a few in front picked up stones from the edge of the parking lot and threw them at the guardsmen. Another group of several hundred students had gathered around the sides of Taylor Hall watching.

As the guardsmen, moving up the hill in single file, reached the crest, they suddenly turned, forming a skirmish line and opening fire.

The crackle of the rifle volley cut the suddenly still air. It appeared to go on, as a solid volley, for perhaps a full minute or a little longer.

Some of the students dived to the ground, crawling on the grass in terror. Others stood shocked or half crouched, apparently believing the troops were firing into the air. Some of the rifle barrels were pointed upward.

Near the top of the hill at the corner of Taylor Hall, a student crumpled over, spun sideways and fell to the ground, shot in the head.

When the firing stopped, a slim girl, wearing a cowboy shirt and faded jeans, was lying face down on the road at the edge of the parking lot, blood pouring out onto the macadam, about 10 feet from this reporter.

Too Shocked to React

The youth stood stunned, many of them clustered in small groups staring at the bodies. A young man cradled one of the bleeding forms in his arms. Several girls began to cry. But many of the students who rushed from the scene seemed almost too shocked to react. Several gathered around an abstract steel sculpture in front of the building and looked at the .30-caliber bullet hole drilled through one of the plates.

The hospital said that six young people were being treated for gunshot wounds, some in the intensive care unit. Three of the students who were killed were dead on arrival at the hospital.

One guardsman was treated and released at the hospital and another was admitted with heat prostration.

In early afternoon, students attempted to gather at various areas of the Commons but were ordered away by guardsmen and the Ohio Highway Patrol, which moved in as reinforcements.

There were no further clashes, as faculty members, graduate assistants and student leaders urged the crowd to go back to dormitories.

But a bizarre atmosphere hung over the campus as a Guard helicopter hovered overhead, grim-faced officers maneuvered their men to safeguard the normally pastoral campus and students, dazed, fearful and angry, struggled to comprehend what had happened and to find something to do about it.

Students carrying suitcases and duffel bags began leaving the campus this afternoon. Early tonight the entire campus was sealed off and a court injunction was issued ordering all students to leave.

A 5 P.M. curfew was declared in Kent, and road blocks were set up around the town to prevent anyone from entering. A state of emergency was also declared in the nearby towns of Stow and Ravenna.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

What kind of Empath are you?






What Kind of Empath Are You?
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You scored as Judge

You are a Judge Empath, one who is a "truthsayer". You can tell truth from lies, good from evil. You do not tolerate wrong doing. You are a defender of the good and the innocent. You are kind and merciful but do not play foolish games. (from "The Book of Storms" by Jad Alexander at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Empaths/)


Traveler


85%

Fallen Angel


85%

Judge


85%

Shaman


85%

Precog


65%

Universal


60%

Healer


60%

Artist


55%


Sunday, April 27, 2008

Ulalume by Edgar Allen Poe

Ulalume

      The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere-
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir-
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

Here once, through an alley Titanic,
Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul-
Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.
There were days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers that roll-
As the lavas that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek
In the ultimate climes of the pole-
That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek
In the realms of the boreal pole.

Our talk had been serious and sober,
But our thoughts they were palsied and sere-
Our memories were treacherous and sere-
For we knew not the month was October,
And we marked not the night of the year-
(Ah, night of all nights in the year!)
We noted not the dim lake of Auber-
(Though once we had journeyed down here),
Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

And now, as the night was senescent,
And star-dials pointed to morn-
As the star-dials hinted of morn-
At the end of our path a liquescent
And nebulous lustre was born,
Out of which a miraculous crescent
Arose with a duplicate horn-
Astarte's bediamonded crescent
Distinct with its duplicate horn.

And I said- "She is warmer than Dian:
She rolls through an ether of sighs-
She revels in a region of sighs:
She has seen that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has come past the stars of the Lion,
To point us the path to the skies-
To the Lethean peace of the skies-
Come up, in despite of the Lion,
To shine on us with her bright eyes-
Come up through the lair of the Lion,
With love in her luminous eyes."

But Psyche, uplifting her finger,
Said- "Sadly this star I mistrust-
Her pallor I strangely mistrust:-
Oh, hasten!- oh, let us not linger!
Oh, fly!- let us fly!- for we must."
In terror she spoke, letting sink her
Wings until they trailed in the dust-
In agony sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes till they trailed in the dust-
Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

I replied- "This is nothing but dreaming:
Let us on by this tremulous light!
Let us bathe in this crystalline light!
Its Sybilic splendor is beaming
With Hope and in Beauty to-night:-
See!- it flickers up the sky through the night!
Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming,
And be sure it will lead us aright-
We safely may trust to a gleaming
That cannot but guide us aright,
Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night."

Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,
And tempted her out of her gloom-
And conquered her scruples and gloom;
And we passed to the end of the vista,
But were stopped by the door of a tomb-
By the door of a legended tomb;
And I said- "What is written, sweet sister,
On the door of this legended tomb?"
She replied- "Ulalume- Ulalume-
'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!"

Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were crisped and sere-
As the leaves that were withering and sere-
And I cried- "It was surely October
On this very night of last year
That I journeyed- I journeyed down here-
That I brought a dread burden down here-
On this night of all nights in the year,
Ah, what demon has tempted me here?
Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber-
This misty mid region of Weir-
Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber,
This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir."