Happy Birthday Mom. You were their for me when I needed it most. Even though you did not know it then, I was so grateful that you came into my life. The task of bringing a dis-functional group of rag tag boys hell bent on causing trouble together to make a family whole again was a job to big for anyone to handle. You did it with grace and style and lot's of love.
You brought me back from the darkness of hell and my unwillingness to go on. Your kind and gentle nature and your ability to love without expecting any in return and your enduring patience kept me from going over the edge in my teen years. If not for you, I wouldn't be here today.
You saved me from myself and most of all, you saved my life. I would have missed everything had it not been for you.

I love you so much Mom. Thanks.

Your son,
WooleyB

Caswell County Deputies arrest twelve in drug sting.

On Friday, 9/23/05, another group of drug dealers went down in North Carolina. Deputies filed 38 charges against the twelve, with the most common being possession with intent to sell and deliver drugs. Sheriff Michael Welch said most arrests were made around Hwy N.C. 87 in the southwest corner of the county near the Alamance County line.

The Caswell County sheriff's Department received a grant in July from the Governors Crime commission for heightened drug enforcement. Other agencies assisted in the round-up of these dealers.
Some of those charged in the operation are as follows:

Marcus J. Sellers, who drew the the heaviest charges, for possession and intent to sell marijuana, cocaine, possession of a firearm by a convicted felon and possession of a weapon of mass destruction.

James C. Lipscomb: selling or delivering for sale, cocaine and possession.

Ricky Allen Oakley: same charges as Mr. Lipscomb.

Billy M. Nance: same charges as Mr. Lipscomb and Mr. Oakley.

William S. Mitchell: same charges as Mr. Lipscomb, Oakley and Nance.

And Mr. Jonathan M. Hicks who was charged with second-degree burglary and a probation violation.

A complete list was not available on Friday afternoon. The men are accused of selling marijuana, crack cocaine and prescription drugs.

Look out dealers. The Organization is coming for you next as North Carolina looks to put their S.T.E.P'D on you.

This information has been out for awhile. But I'm sure that these helmets are still in use by some who do not know.



IMPORTANT HELMET SAFETY RECALL !


Harley Davidson Motor Company has learned of a safety defect related to certain helmets. The helmets in the recall were produced between November 1999 and February 2001. The helmets affected may not comply with Federal Motor Vehicle Safety standards for impact and penetration. Therefore , these helmets may not provide adequate protection in the event of a crash. The defective helmet may lead to the result of serious injury and or death to the rider.
The following helmets in the recall are:
1. Trespasser Half Helmet — part #97157-01v
2. Phantom Flame Half Helmet – part# 97208-02v
3. Titanium Flame Half Helmet – part# 97224-03v
4. Midnight Flame Medallion (previously Black Flame ) — part# 97226-02vx
5. Blade Half Helmet --------------- part# 97231-01v
6. Defiance Half Helmet ----------- part# 97343-01v
7. Classic Cruiser (flat black) ----- part# 98061-00v
8. Classic Cruiser (gloss black ) — part# 98060-00v
9. Midnight Flame Decal ----------- part# 97227-02vx

If you or someone you know has one of these helmets you (they) may choose to have it replaced , if it is still available . If no longer available you may have it replaced with a comparable style , or obtain a refund for the purchase price from HarleyAce (the Motorclothes division of Harley- Davidson).
Customers who have questions or concerns can contact Kristie Wommack, Motorclothes Manager at (252) 537 - 6493 or at Kristie@collierhd.com from were this information was generated.

Bill Gates email chain letter claiming you can make money, $245, for each person you send it to is a HOAX so don't fall for it.

The letter claims that Bill Gates is teaming up with Intel, I think it is, and will pay you for each person you forward it to.
After I fell for it, and I don't usually forward chain letters, I went and checked it out. In my search I typed in the words "Bill Gates shares his fortune" to see what I could find. There is a bunch on it telling you that it is a hoax.

Shame on me for falling for such a easy money maker. If it sounds to good to be true, then it usually is. That's why I typed that part in red. That saying should always throw up a red flag in your mind along with this one, "This is not a pyramid" means that yes, no matter how they word it or present it, it's a pyramid scheme.

Chain letters and chain emails will always be a sham.

Now I must go off to laugh at myself.

Time Warner Cable sure makes it hard for you to get an actual live person on the phone to have a problem fixed.

Tonight, in my city, a thunder storm rolled in around seven P.M. this evening. We had gone out to see a local football game that was done up to help raise funds for the local Red Cross. All the proceeds are for the Katrina victims. After the game started the storm rolled up and canceled the game. So, like the others, we went home to catch some T.V. so my wife could watch her favorite show--House-- at eight o'clock.

What we have is no cable because of the storm. Our neighbors cable is out also.
I grabbed the cable bill to find a number to call to report the problem. There are two numbers on the bill but none that pertain to getting the problem reported. I call and have to push all these numbers in, but still no option to report a problem. So I look in the phone book and find the same two numbers.

My next option, go on-line and find somewhere there to report the problem. I click on the options for contact at two separate places. What do I get? A bunch of ads to purchase cable or pay the bill or get a phone through them etc etc etc. No contact information to report a problem with the cable T.V.

All they want to do is sell you something but they don't want you to be able to report a problem. You can't even get a live person on any of the lines. Just a bunch of garbage.

Maybe I should get a Dish instead or just cancel cable.

What do critics know ? Critics have been blasting the dress that Paula Abdul wore at the Emmy's. They seem to think that she should bundle herself up like some old lady. "Her dress reveals to much of her" they have said.

Well, personally, I think that she is absolutely gorgeous and she should be proud to show herself off. It's not a trashy look like several try to pull off. I mean, come on, she has a great figure and everything was covered up only allowing a glimpse that was totally appealing. That's what makes the whole thing more sexy. Just enough to let your imagination work.

Daddy couldn't save him this time because he was arrested in Texas and, the Uncle Prez was not around to get him off. I'm talking about the son of Florida's Gov. Jeb Bush, who was arrested for public intoxication and resisting arrest.

John Ellis Bush, 21, is also, of course, the nephew of President George Bush.
The Florida Bush's have had their daughter, Noelle Bush, on the wrong side of the law before as well. She was arrested back in 2002 for using a fake prescription to obtain Xanax.

I guess that these kids just figure that being who their parents and relatives are, makes them above the law.
It probably is hard being these kids with powerful relatives to not push the envelope when they are kids. But come on. John Bush is 21 years old and should be over that kid stuff.
I can just imagine him being a show off and saying to the Police "Do you know who I am? Why I'm the Presidents nephew and my Father is the Governor of Florida. SO you better just think about what your doing or you'll be sorry."


Me personally, I think that the arresting officers should be given a raise and promotion for not giving favoritism.
It won't win them any points though when young John becomes a senator so he too can be above everyone else no matter how bad he screws up.

Operation "Back Stabber" is slated to begin in January of next year under the new DTD (Death to Drugs) Special Trafficking Enforcement Partners department ( S.T.E.P'D ) . This is an elite group of Law Enforcement personal from every single organization, charged with capturing and deleting drug dealers from the top down.

It has been noted that by arresting street level dealers, this just does not get the job done.
The teams will be comprised of two officers from each organization which will make up a platoon. All information will be shared equally of all aspects of this massive move. No holding back from other department heads any longer. Communication is the key here.
They will come absolutely, without notice, strike at any hour, place or street. Their mode of transportation will change from month to month. No stereotypical SUV's anymore.

Most of the information comes from within the dealers own network, hence the term "Back Stabber." Many meth labs are already being taken down as a practice maneuver across the U.S in many smaller Cities and Towns. Other heavy drug dealers will have all of their assets taken, and, the burden of proof will be on them. Bank accounts, vehicles, any and all property will become evidence of the U.S and not the local agencies.

Anyone who allows a suspected drug dealer to live in their home are also subject (Most probably) to having anything they own being seized, as aiding and abetting the drug trade. In other words, they are just as guilty and the old "I had know idea," will be up to the federal court system to find out.

All Known drug trafficker's will be put under immediate arrest with no bonds to be set until a Grand Jury decides if and when. This process may take in itself, a period of from four to six years to come to trial. No time served while pending trial will apply.
The bonds, if allowed, will have to be payable up front and in cash. This might make it difficult for someone who has had everything seized.

Murder will be one of the top counts to be charged to each offender. As users and children become victim's of the drug trade, the dealer being removed from the actual user and his/her crime will not be a defense. Drug dealers cause all of this and will be thusly charged. It had to start somewhere, and the top is the best place to start.
It's a trickle down effect. How else do you stop a leaking Dam from flooding into the cities and small towns? You cut off the source of the leak where it starts.

Some fear that this may become a mob effect in itself, with notorious Dealers disappearing from the face of the earth without a trace. Who knows?
Smaller Cities and Towns in the Southern States seems to be where most of this will take place early next year. So many traffickers are known to be operating in these smaller areas trying to go un-noticed. Not anymore.

The larger Cities will be the next targets as the push will continue.

(Note) Part truth Part fiction.

LONG LONG TIME AGO
(COPYRIGHT PLR 5/5/03 )

EVERY TIME THAT I LOOKED INTO YOUR EYES
THE CLOUDS THEY PARTED LEAVING ONLY BLUE SKIES
OH, WHENEVER YOU WERE STANDING SO NEAR
I WAS LONGING TO HOLD YOU AND CALL YOU MY DEAR

(Chorus)
THAT WAS A LONG LONG TIME AGO - THAT WAS A LONG LONG TIME AGO - THAT WAS A LONG LONG TIME AGO
AND I WONDER WHERE - YOU ARE NOW
I WONDER WHERE - YOU ARE NOW

I CAN STILL SEE YOU WITH YOUR FRIEND IN THE SUN
YOU WERE LAUGHING AND TALKING HAVING SO MUCH FUN
REMEMBER THE PERFUME THAT YOU WOULD WEAR
CAN STILL SMELL THE SCENT OF SHAMPOO THAT WAS IN YOUR HAIR

(Chorus)
BUT THAT WAS A LONG LONG TIME AGO - THAT WAS A LONG LONG TIME AGO
THAT WAS A LONG LONG TIME AGO - THAT WAS A LONG LONG TIME AGO
AND I WONDER WHERE - ARE YOU NOW
I WONDER WHERE - ARE YOU NOW

DO YOU EVER STILL THINK OF ME ?
WONDER WHAT I’VE BEEN DOING WHERE COULD I BE
WISH YOU COULD REACH OUT AND HOLD MY HAND ?
STAR CROSSED LOVERS WALKING ALONE ON THE SAND

(Chorus)
BUT THAT WAS A LONG LONG TIME AGO - THAT WAS A LONG LONG TIME AGO
THAT WAS A LONG LONG TIME AGO - THAT WAS A LONG LONG TIME AGO
AND I WONDER WHERE - ARE YOU NOW
I WONDER WHERE - ARE YOU NOW

I HOPE THAT YOUR HAPPY WHERE EVER YOU ARE
ALL OF YOUR WISHES GRANTED ON A STAR
PRAY THAT YOUR JUST WHERE YOU WANT TO BE
ALL THAT I ASK IS SOMETIMES - THINK OF ME

(REPEAT CHORUS)

Our leaders in the White House, Moe Lasses and his side kick Pokey, seem to always be trying to mend fences only after they have had plenty of warning. The cows escape and the Rustlers roam the pastures wreaking havoc after much warning that it all is going to take place, weeks and days in advance.
It's sort of like, the Police Department knowing of drug dealers and speeding and doing nothing until after the drugs are taken and the horrendous wreck occurs.

What more can you say?

A poem for all of our veterans, current, past, future, man or woman, black, white or otherwise. Honor and duty has no gender, color issues or religious differences. We should never forget what they put on the line for us each and everyday. They do their duty and we should do our duty to support all of our troops.




~ DEBT ~

Young mens lives forever lost
Is it ever worth the cost
Pictures of men who lived and died
Honestly, I almost cried

Sitting in my room so warm
While they fight, enemy storm
I shall get down on bended knee
For the freedom that you’ve given me

Never been in a battle zone
Debt to you all that I own
Some will say I have no right
But because of you, I sleep at night

Will Bow my head at the wall
Give my thanks, those that stood tall
I was but a little tyke
When you fought like hell, day and night

Enduring battle, these men did pray
Oh God, please Lord, not today
Protesters at home, Stop! they cried
While across the world .... a soldier died

Author
WooleyB

Hooray! Mike Brown steps down as head of FEMA. He was obviously a total incompetence : as it will be seen that others of this presidency are as well. This was just to hot to be swept under the rug, The Katrina response, and forgotten about with fast talking and retort. Even Bush could not spin his rhetoric to save this one.

Mike Brown was called back to Washington and basically what happened is : he was given the choice to resign and keep his retirement or, be fired and lose everything.

These aren't the type of college graduates that we need running our country. Bush only wants yes people on board with him.

What we need are college grads with balls enough and duty enough to represent the public and our nation with truth , fairness and the ability to really truly listen to the voters. Looks like this Republican all for me attitude is going to be the worst in our history. We don't need another presidency that goes around with ear plugs and blinders on.

Bush's slogan should be "All for me and me for one."

Send up the balloons. And that is just what we did today. We sent up a total of four balloons to the heavens today.

My son helped pick the colors and the meanings of each. A gold one was sent up to our dog, Silly girl, who we lost late last year before thanksgiving. It took off fast like she was reeling it up to her.

The second was a green balloon . It was for all of the victims and survivors of both 9/11 and hurricane Katrina. Green was for new life and hope renewed like the coming of spring. We could see that one for a very long time until it disappeared ever upwards.

Next, I sent up a white one for my Uncle Hodge who past away down in Alabama a couple of years ago. I know, two years is a long time to wait. I think of him often as he was a kind and gentle man. His soft spoken voice and slow southern drawl had a way of making a person slow down and enjoy just being. Hodge was the Grandfather that I never knew. It was he that first taught me to shoot with a sixteen gauge, bolt action shotgun. My Grandfather had won it back in the forties at a turkey shoot.
I still remember him taking me out through the corn field, pecan orchard, cow pasture and down to the swamp through the woods. Climbing into an old Jon boat to go fishing with the shotgun to kill water moccasin's should one get to close. Water moccasin's were all over the place there. Why, they even hung from the trees around the water. I can't forget the cotton mouths that were abundant in there also.
Buzzards lived out there and one vomited into our boat while we sat there fishing.
Hodge even would let me drink beer as long as Grandma didn't find out about it. It was our secret because Grandma was a Baptist and would have given us what for. They were glass pony millers that came in an eight pack back then. Oh, I never got drunk because it was just two at a time.
Hodge taught me also, to drive a pickup truck with three on the tree. We'd go out in the pecan grove and he'd let me drive it around. He told me to go faster and spin 'er around to get the feel for it. When he felt, after a couple of weeks, that I was good enough with it; he would let me drive down to the little country store. I even took a man down that way to get him some gas when his jeep ran out in front of the farm. The local sheriff had seen me before when he was sitting at the store on a bench sipping a coke. And, again when I was on another run to the store. Back then it was common for kids to run the farm pickups to the store for their family errands. The Sheriff would just nod at you or wave. No big deal over there then as long as you weren't being stupid.

The forth balloon was another white one my wife and son let go together. It was for anyone in need they said, as it floated away, dipping down, then catching a breeze and going up as we watched. It moved around almost as if it was laughing with the joy of freedom. Kind of like a child running and jumping on a playground full of life.

My wife stood on the porch and my son and I sat together on the front steps in silence just watching and remembering the ones that we have lost. Happy in the fact to have had them in our lives, but sad that they are no longer with us in body.

I believe the time has come for America to create a new flag.

Our new flag should be of Black and White that bleed together to erase the lines of separation of our people. One large star to show unity rather than many white stars that represent many separated states. The new flag should be a representation of all the great people of our country instead of separation of many stars.

We're all in this together. We are all created equal and our flag should be representative of that.

9/11 is upon us once again and how appropriate that it falls on Sunday. It also comes at a time of great tragedy and loss of life in the form of Hurricane Katrina.
Join me this year from your home with the release of a white helium filled balloon of hope or a black balloon to mark the remembrance of a loved one lost.

I'll be sending three balloons to the heavens this Sunday. One for a personal loss, one for the victims and their families of 9/11 and finally, one white balloon of hope for the victims of Hurricane Katrina.


Poverty does not discriminate and neither should we.

FEMA and it's new blunder is now another uplifting idea for the Katrina victims to be burdened with. Add insult to injury why don't you. Give them all false hope to be getting a two thousand dollar debit card and then take it back. Only some will get the card as they now want to direct deposit it. Deposit it where? These are people who don't have a way to get news of this except by word of mouth. Plus, FEMA says that they will have to go the regular route of going to a website to file for it.
Now I ask you this. How many of those people have access to a computer? How many of them have a bank where the direct deposit can be dropped and after that, what are they supposed to be able to get to it with? It takes time to set up an account at a bank, then more time to get your info in the mail so you can use a bank card. They don't have a mail box or an address anymore. FEMA says that all of this will be expedited. Now is that a laugh or what.
FEMA can't do the simplest thing and we are supposed to believe that they can pull this off in a timely fast acting move?
How many of those people didn't even have a bank account in the first place? The one's that did have a bank account, was it a local town bank that has now been destroyed?

FEMA is not thinking that all of these people are displaced and have lost everything and do not have the usual avenues in which to gain access to what we all take for granted.

These people need that money now. Plus, if your very poor you don't have a computer anyway to register for aid. Duh!!!!! Dummies. How are these people going to prove who they are? All of their records are lost now or destroyed by the storm.

Jeez Louise. Is this our Masters degree wielding officials that are running things? Now I'm really scared as hell.

Oh. They have the book smarts alright but no common street sense at all.

Hell. FEMA workers in the field didn't even know about any of this. Communication, nit wits, with your own people should be the first order of business. And I'm the one with little education.

I am not alone. I was reading in the Greensboro paper today about author, Barbara Ehrenreich, who has written a book about poverty. The book titled "Nickel and Dimed," tells about how she explored first hand how millions of Americans live on minimum wage. She went as far as to work a host of these minimum wage jobs trying to support herself. She had to work two jobs, seven days a week to try and make it.

Now she is finding out about people with white -collar unemployment issues and writing a new book "Bait and Switch". The job industry is wrought with bait and switch tactics. Bait and switch tells about career coaches, personality tests, boot camps, job fairs ( I know all about that one) and net working she used along the way under an assumed identity.
She thought that it'd be easy to find a job with a good resume looking for a PR job. She was enlightened to the plight. She found out about people with bachelor's and master's degrees who sunk into poverty and couldn't make a comeback.

I'm going to get a copy of her first book (if I can afford it)

The thing about job fairs (Like the one I went to through the Temp service) is that they like to rush you into making a rash decision as there are hundreds of people who show up for these things. Everything goes at lightning speed that you can't even think straight. It equates to something like a run with the bulls. They play on your self confidence and desperation to find work and you get stripped of dignity. You are kept in the dark about the pay, insurance, and benefits. The whole thing is so demeaning that you feel like some kind of beggar. Health Insurance is such a big issue today. One thing you find out quick by working through a temp is that, after landing a minimal paying job that will go nowhere, your check is further reduced because you have to pay all the insurance yourself. Or go without it at all.
Even if you want to get on full time with a company that you are working at through the temps, your chances are slim. You have to take all kinds of tests that you have no way to prepare for because until you sit down, that's the first you know of what they are looking for. You have no time to prepare. It's all so secretive.

Trying to get information from the Temp service is like pulling teeth without novocaine. Today I was told that you have to work twelve, forty hour weeks before you can get any time towards a day off or holiday pay. Ok, that's reasonable. But, the catch is that even if you work a fifty or sixty hour week, only the forty regular hours counts towards your obligation. A couple of people that I talked with today had been working at Honda through another Temp service towards their twelve week and on to the six month term. Then a different Temp service ( The one I'm through ) took over. All of their previous work hours with the old service got canned and they had to start all over from the bottom losing their accumulated hours. To keep working at Honda, these people had to switch to the new Temp service or lose their jobs. They had no choice or warning what so ever. Just bam, this is what it is. Take it or walk.

Also, by working through the temp service, Honda will not offer you a chance to test for full time work until you have been there for six months.
My whole experience is beginning to be a terrible mistake on my part. I went from one bad situation at my old job to one that is worse. (Don't forget about my asking questions only to find they screwed up my hourly pay and they cut me by ten dollars a week. That doesn't sound like much but it adds up and takes me farther down the poverty line.)It's all driving me down the path to deep depression. The more information that I drag out of them keeps making the whole thing worse.
Almost broke down today at work and I even got nauseated , shaky and kept having a hard time breathing. It was panic setting in and how trapped that I feel. I went to my truck to sit down and eat lunch and had to fight breaking down and sobbing. My hands went to shaking so bad and I lost my appetite. I looked up at the sky through the windshield and said "Oh God, Please help me get through this day. Help me hang on."

I kept telling myself that the work day was half over and to hang on. It was very tough not to just turn my key and drive away. On my dash is a picture of my little boy and I wanted so bad just to drive over to his school and give him a huge hug. He is the only reason that I just didn't just drive away and disappear. Last night while putting him to bed, we discussed how we would play some games tonight and have some fun like we used to do. I was so looking forward to it in a bad way. But, I get home and find out that he is having to go to a birthday party. I was able to give him a huge hug though.

The one person who is supposed to be the one and only never has time for me except for bashing me somehow. And the lack of certain other things related to a married life over the years has completely zapped all of my drive and ambition not to mention any self-esteem that I once had. I don't need someone who is disgusted with my whole being and seems so disappointed at the shear site of me and my presence. I need a wife, a partner, friend and a lover. Not a dictator, boss and put down queen. I've already had one abusive mother in my life and don't need another one playing games with my mind.
I need a kind, comforting, supportive person to walk with me not in front of me and blocking my way. Someone who is supportive like I was in their time of frustration and despair. Someone who helped build up confidence as I did her instead of constantly breaking them down to nothing. A kind understanding word and someone who listens to what I have to say. Not telling me what they think I should say or want me to hear.

Her Constantly working all the time and being at everyone's beck and call leaves no time for us. This is nothing new. She has been doing this the whole time we have been married. Even when the money was good she had to keep busy so she wouldn't have to be with me. All those people are being selfish and I don't exist or matter. Unless I am helping with a project but then it's still just working. Not like a marriage should be. That's not the kind of thing that keeps a marriage alive and going.
I'm just a health insurance and paycheck provider. And I can't even do that anymore.

I need some time to just go somewhere were and get away from it all. Get my mind together and think, like a camping trip or something. Somewhere that no arguing or put downs or nit-picking is going on. Somewhere peaceful like the mountains. No phones or people making demands on my wife and her time that she should be spending with me. It never stops with people stealing her time so we have none together.
This freight train is bearing down on me in the tunnel and I have nowhere to run to.

I need to find a job that pays what I am worth. It kills me at how at interviews I am told I am over qualified. Before I was in my thirties; I was told I was under qualified. It's just their way of saying your useless and to old now to work for anything other than a low paying job. Just wait, one day it will be them and I hope I'm there to see them struggle with it.
today's world you have a ten year window of being in and then after that your out. Get it while you can in your thirties because after that.... your to old and useless.

You'll never be anything or get far working for someone else. They will make millions off you while your eking by with low pay.
We poor people built everything and make this country turn. But we are the one's who live in poverty.

Well, I'm on the hunt for another job at the moment. Working at Honda itself is not bad at all and I'm beginning to like it better each day. Thing is though, is you have to go through a Temp service to work there. I have spoken with both long term Honda employee's as well as other temps who have been there for quite awhile. Not to mention that I have met several people now, outside of work, who used to work through the temp at Honda.

Some of these temp employee's have been working there for two or three years and still making temp wages. These people are hard workers and keep hoping to be hired full time. But, as the many ones that I have met that used to work there, one man at two different times for a total of four years, and he never got on full time.
The place had rather hire temps who they do not have to cover with vacation, holidays, insurance or anything else. Now the pay the temp employee receives is only a fraction of what the Temp service gets. Plus, if you want insurance of any form, you have to pay for it yourself. No benefits is the name of the game here.

When I first applied at the service I was told one thing about the pay but find out it is something different all together. The temp service just wants to herd you in at the job fairs, like cattle to slaughter. They don't like you asking questions and only want answers. No one on one about anything. The woman who is running the temp office down here kept getting short with people who asked anything. I had to ask questions over and over and keep repeating things she asked. She would get agitated at anything other than what she wanted you to know. She gets a quota to fill for jobs and that is all the temp service really cares about. Rush you in and rush you out.

Today I went to get my check, because my direct deposit hadn't been activated yet until today I found out, I was told it should go direct in now. I have to check with the bank Friday to see if it went in. The temp service does not follow up with you on anything at all.

I was told originally during the cattle drive that the pay through the temp would go up to $9 or so an hour after six months. Now today I find out that is not the case. $8.50 is the top they will pay and because of a glitch at the office, I am at the $8.50 an hour now. So what happens, they are going to cut my pay $10.00 a week until the six month period is up. That hurts bad at that rate of pay and my paying out $71 dollars a week for family health coverage. I can't afford to by my gas and pay my bills on that kind of pay. I was given the impression that after six months, Honda, if you had done a good job would hire you on full time. I was told that pay was in the range of $12 or maybe a bit more then.

All of this is simply not the case. The temp representative told me today that he had heard that there had been a lot of mis-information put out from the main office during the job fair. There has been so much shady goings on with this temp thing that I am not happy with at all. They have a thirty thousand dollar a year employee for a pittance. I can't make it on that kind of wages. At that rate of pay I can't pay my bills and my wife has to work harder to make up the difference and it is making me deeply depressed. I can't even afford to save up anything to start my own business up on that. I don't mind working hard but I expect to be paid more closely what I am worth and be able to make a living. If something major happens with my house or vehicles, I'm screwed at this point.

So, I'm going to have to move on quicker than I had anticipated. I'm going to ask the Honda boss what my chances are of getting on full time and what that pay is. If I get a song and dance routine and it is made clear to me that I have a long time to wait, then I'm outta there as fast as I can find something better. I'm looking everywhere I can and talking to anyone I know who may know of something.

My cousin in-law has told me that if it didn't work out at Honda to give her a call. She knows several places that she could put in a good word for me and help open some doors.

Look out cousin. Here I come.

Here is a little something else for Mike Reagan to look at before he spouts off his stupidity. What have you to say now Mike, about your wonderful President? Think he has time for you when the chips are down?

The rest of you might to read this as well. It is the time line of the Katrina disaster and what Mr. Bush was more concerned about. His own agenda!

http://www.thinkprogress.org/katrina-timeline

Just wanted to say something here about advertising on my site. I enjoy the comments that people make about something that they have read here. But, please don't make a comment as a way to get people to come to your site that isn't really a comment. I have begun to delete posts that have an alternative motive
to sell something through my site.
It's a very sneaky way to get free advertising dollars and in a way .... your stealing from me. If your going to advertise on here, then at least pay me something for it.

Some of you are setting up blog accounts and then there is nothing there except for a link to your web site just to sell something. Your not really blogging at all. Just selling at someone else's expense.

Man, what happened to my blog here. The whole format changed on it's own sometime last night and the archive buttons and everything else to navigate are gone.
I have over 51 posts on here that only I can see when I log on to post. What gives???

Has this happened to anyone else?????

I don't blame Bush or Fema, nor the local New Orleans Mayor for the storm. You can not blame a person for such an act of Mother nature. However, the ones in charge can be, and are to blame, for a total lack of a quick response to such a disaster its a disgrace.
Mike Reagan, Ronald Reagans eldest son, seems to think that for some reason our president should be held blameless . He also thinks that Bush and his actions have not a thing to do with our state of the economy. The war is not the cause of our troubles and Bush should not be held accountable.

Well, just who is then? Who had the warning signs and did nothing about 9/11? Who decided that we should take over a country for one reason and then switch back and forth as to why we are there ? Who has total access to satellites and was given information in advance about the strength of hurricane Katrina far enough in advance to act? And who is being paid to be in the know of his countries best interest ? Who thinks he knows better than other countries as to what is a good enough reason to attack a country on mis-information? Who has repeatedly turned away sound advice and offers of help because only their way is supposedly the right way?? Who is it that is in the job of protecting our homeland more than any other individual in America? If clearer thinking and actions had been acted upon, then who would be getting all the praise at how good a President that they were while in office?
Just who is our Commander and Chief here Mike. Who??


If your in the position to lead, then you need to bone up and do the job with sound thinking. Not personal thinking. And with all the technology available to just one man that everyone is supposed to answer to, why all the disaster FEMA. Even after , we the people, paying out our hard earned cash to the figure head to make us safer. I guess we just might as well have been throwing all that wasted money in the fire. All the good it did to make us more prepared against attacks from enemies and being prepared for natural disasters.

I wonder how good ole Mike would feel if he had made a call about knowledgeable impending doom and was told he'd have to wait three or four days before he could get help.
Did Bush throw out the RED PHONE ? It must have been replaced with a Yellow one.

My friend and author over at www.bloggingpoet.com is one hell of a hard working blogger. You can either thank him or hate him for my blogging page. If it wasn't for him I would have never tried any of this out. There is no way I could hold a candle to everything that he does. Where does he find the time??

Go visit his sight and perhaps buy one of his great books. Carrot on a Stick is full of short stories and poems about life and anything else. He has a children's book "Arnie and Jake' about two ants who battle their way up the ranks of the Ant Army. Billy actually gave an autographed copy to my son. But I snuck it away and got lost in it myself. It was hard to put down I must say. My son enjoyed it immensely after I relinquished it to him.

"Dad!!! Billy gave that book to me."

"I know. I know. I'm almost done with it again. Can I please finish reading it?"

"After you take out the trash and feed the dogs like mom said!"

"Do I have to?"

"If you want the book back you do."


Dang boy. I can't have any fun. And Arnie is just getting ready to try out a flying leaf to. LOL

I've added to the story below. But the next part of it will be under a new post to make things easier to keep up with.

Arguing is not one of my strong points like it used to be when I was younger. In my youth I had been told that I could argue about anything. The fact is, I get bored in arguments especially when a simple comment or suggestion becomes one. They usually don't resolve anything in reality. Some peoples minds are just closed to any idea that is not their own. Me, I find that I can actually learn something new from another's opinion with out them yelling it out at the top of their lungs. Shouting at me just makes my brain shut down to anything.

I remember back in my youth, my father sitting me down to talk. Well, really, it was he that would do all the talking while I had to sit and listen. Often it was something that was making him angry about, perhaps, something that I had or had not done. It was not very clear as to which. He would let things build up for a long time and then unleash it all at once. You only spoke to answer when you were told to do so. Speaking up only got you more grief. Of course in later years, he said he always wondered why we wouldn't speak up. Because Dad, we were told to sit there and just listen and not to interrupt.

Most of the time we had one of these talks, he actually had a point to make but couldn't really seem to connect and get it across he felt. So, he would say the same thing over and over only in different ways for hours. Truth be told, I got it in the first few minutes of the talking to. The rest of the time his anger would just make my brain go into neutral as my eyes would glaze over and wander to other things. I could actually tune out completely and go to another place in my mind far away. Only coming back when I realized that he wanted some kind of response to a question. Your answer had to be short as in, yes or no. Sometimes the saving grace of I guess so. That one would cover most questions being asked.

Years of these types of conversations just killed any ideal of arguing or speaking up for myself. I decided early on that it was better to just agree. I got into the mode of trying to please everyone and just go along rather than rock the boat as they say. Most everything that I did or said was wrong anyway so why argue the point.

My parents had divorced and the experience of living with a Mother, a few years earlier, who had had a nervous breakdown had conditioned me to stay clear of confrontation at all costs. She had forced my father to leave and I had no idea what was going on at all. I was only twelve at the time. The house was a big Colonial style two story brick with five bedrooms and two and a half baths. All of the rooms were pretty good size with the exception of what had once been one of my brothers rooms at the back. A full basement where I could play and stay away from mom when it was cold outside. She rarely ever came down there. The garage was large and deep, able to hold six cars easy. The property backed up to a huge forest of trees that you could get lost in if not careful.
She had put my father and everyone else through total hell but it had all been pretty much kept from me. I was mostly on my own living in a house of darkness and despair. She was so full of anger and hatred and my only way to self survival was to steer clear, or withdraw into what was like a bubble.

Its weird looking back now. But this bubble was real and extended all around me for about three feet. Anything outside of it was more of a blurry foggy scene. I was so afraid of someone else leaving my life that I put most everyone at a safe distance so I wouldn't have to deal with the rejection. I was to afraid to let anyone get close to me because I just knew that they were going to leave me. So it became easier to just not let anyone in to be saved from the hurt.
My mother only came out at night, so I would stay up most of the night, keeping my door locked to my room with my dog, waiting for her to go back in her room. I was afraid of her and behind the locked door with Rex made me feel safer.
She had started reading about and trying to discuss witchcraft with me.
I can't recall all of the times that I had heard her talking and laughing and having conversations with people who were not there. Sitting in the dark and sometimes just staring at the wall or out the window blankly. She was consumed with anger and it came out often. One time she smacked me so hard that I fell back into the kitchen onto the floor. She accused me of putting a black heal mark on the kitchen floor. When I said that I hadn't done it, she hit me hard knocking me back. I wore keds tennis shoes.

Food was not something you found much of in our house. Mostly it was junk candy and sweet stuff. I had to scrounge up bits of things to eat. No really, I did. She didn't keep hardly anything in the house at all. I got creative with what I could find between her minimal grocery runs. We always had eggs and milk and oatmeal. Peanut butter and raisins we had plenty of, as well as macaroni. Not the macaroni like nowadays. This was just the dried noodles in the box alone. We had flour and butter and just a few other things around there. I taught my self to cook pancakes and egg sandwiches or noodle this or noodle that. I have eaten a ton of peanut butter and pickle sandwiches and tomato ones too. I got so disgusted with the sight of the kitchen that I took on the enormous task of trying to get it all washed. When we did have food, mom would sometimes cook but leave all the mess. It would be there for days or weeks on end. I even tried to clean the house a few times but it was such a daunting task that I quit. Even my room was a total wreck. None of that stuff seemed to matter anymore. She didn't care about anything at all but her anger and blaming my Father for all of her problems.

( I got so sick and tired of her putting my Father down to me. I understand now why he was hardly around when they were married still. But, it kept him from having anytime for me either. Later on he still didn't do anything with me except for the talks. I would get angry and he would be angry at me. All I wanted from him was for us to have some time together for anything one on one. We used to go fishing once in awhile when I was a lot younger. And we went on camping trips too with my brothers. Some times just a dinner out and a movie. I missed all of that.)

I even had to figure out how to do my own laundry as all the dirty clothes were in a big heap on the floor beside the washer. The house had a smell of ...... It had a rotten smell. It, to me ,was the smell of the Devil himself. I have smelled that same smell at another house when I was in High School in later years. I could tell that the kid living there was going through almost exactly what I had been through years before.

In school I was jeered at by the others so one day I just didn't go back. Everything was a nightmare except for the three animals that we had. We had two dogs and a cat. Strangely enough I felt that they new something was terribly wrong in the house. They were the only beings that seemed to show me any affection at all. I was happy to see them when I was still in school and would come home. All three of them would meet me, so happy that I was there again. Its like they just connected with me in a way to tell me they understood and it was just us. They were scared of mother too and I understood that. Trying to explain it here is tough to get across.

Then one by one...They left. Mother gave away the cat, then Pepe ,our poodle, got run over while I was playing with some kids down the street. I was devastated by the loss. Pepe used to ride on the floor of my go-cart my mother had given me to try and win me over I guess. Then she gave away my protector and constant companion, Rex, to my sister in another town.
One day when I was in the den watching television while she was upstairs asleep I thought, a man came to the back door. She came down and let him in. She walked him into the den where I was watching the set. He said hi, then turned off, unplugged the set and left with it. Without a word, Mom went back up to her room leaving me sitting there confused and lost.
Luck would have it that my Father had left an old black and white Admiral set in a closet. I took it up to my room that night after finding it. I would stay up and watch Jonathan Winters until the National anthem came on because the station was going off the air. The show was done in an Attic scene set up. Anyone remember that show?

My Father had moved into a small apartment and my brother had moved in with him shortly after at some point. My recollection of when is hazy. It wasn't to long though after they had divorced. My brother was old enough to decide with whom he wanted to live with. I was not so lucky as the court system dictated to my Father about my living arrangements. I was not privy to the information at the time. But, the court said my Father couldn't see me or contact me without Mom's permission. Therefore, he could be arrested if he came to see me at school or home without her knowing it. His hands were tied in that respect back then.

I didn't know then about all of that. Many were the times that I stayed up all night waiting so it would just be getting light. I would then hop on my bicycle, actually the bike my brother had left cause he was driving now, and ride for miles to my Fathers office or apartment to see him. I missed him a lot and wanted to be with him. Sometimes after getting to his apartment, he would cook me some breakfast before heading off to work and I would crash on his couch.


(I don't know why I'm typing all of this. I'll have to finish later. Its a bit much)


After some time of not having much food in the house, I began to go around the neighborhood to drum up some lawn jobs. I'd never had to work before for a meal. But, I was wanting something good to eat instead of the garbage junk mom was getting mostly at the store.
I didn't always go without because my friends parents had started to invite me to eat with them at times. I remember my friend coming over to my house on a couple of occasions. He was probably on a scouting mission actually to see how crappy my situation was looking back on it. I was to embarrassed to ask anyone over to my house and inside. Out in the yard was fine but not inside.
It crosses my mind also that my father was in contact with my friends parents who were quite concerned about the whole thing.
that's when the offers of "oh dear. We cooked up to much again. Would you like to join us for supper?"
I think maybe my Dad was giving them something so I could eat better meals.

But back to cutting lawns, I went around and drummed up some yard work from neighbors who lived close by. One old gent, Col. Jones, gave me work to cut his grass. Another couple next to him also let me work in their garden and such. Seems like I was getting two dollars an hour. That was the price that I gave them but I believe that they always gave me some extra.
When I got paid, I'd ride my bike for miles over to the closest place to get a good meal. It was a cafeteria at the Perimeter Mall in Atlanta. Man they had everything you could want to eat. Good things to, not fast food crap. It was more of the kind of meals that I'd been brought up on eating at home before. I would stuff myself because I knew it'd be awhile before I'd get to eat there again. But ohhhh. It was so good.

Strange how things are sometimes. Another boy in school was going through some bad stuff at home as well. I'll just call him Don. Dons mother was dying and was pretty much bedridden when I found out. Like me, not many knew of our situations. I only met her once when we were over there. She called to him for something and wanted to meet me. She was not very old but was lying in the bed and she asked him to be strong for his Dad and stuff. I wasn't sure what to make of all that. It was just so unreal like something I'd only ever seen on the Television.

He had a Honda CT70 and would come over sometimes. I'm not even sure how it all got started with he and I hanging out a bit. Not much mind you. But just a bit.
He invited me over to his house one day so we could play. His mother had died and he hadn't even said a word about it. I didn't even know. He was at home all alone and just wanted company. I remember him not really being there really. We played some board games down in the den and then set up the Hot Wheels track.

It began to get late and we heard a ruckus upstairs. His Dad had been out drinking with some friends and was very drunk. ( I never had to experience my Father like that ) He began hollering in that drunken way for Don. Don called back to him and his father stumbled down the stairs with two of his friends trying to calm him down. They weren't drunk and looked scared for him and concerned.
His Father got to the den and was going off on Don like a madman before he noticed me there. He stopped for a moment and slurring his words wanted to know who in the hell I was was. Don told him and his Father tried to be nice for a moment speaking briefly to me. Then he turned to go back upstairs and stumbled on the first step. Then he got all pissed off again and came back at Don ranting and yelling at him. Don backed up some and had a terrified look on his face. The other two men got his Dad and began to help him upstairs. A minute later one of them came back down and in a calm voice Spoke to Don. Then the man calmly suggested that I go on home.

I left but was scared for Don but I didn't want to go home either. I had no choice.
Seems like that was the last time Don and I ever hung out.

I started a tradition for my son when he was very young. You see, when a loved one passes away, you need a way to help ease the pain. He was very young when his great Grandmother passed away. She was his first death that he had ever known. They were very close he felt and he did not understand the concept of death. The questions were many from such a young mind. Yet, I thought that he did not understand any of it even after our heart to heart talk alone, sitting on the porch in the evening, after the funeral.

He went back to being just a little boy interested in playing with his toys that night. Later that night, after he had gone to bed, my son woke up and came into my bedroom. He was crying as the realization of his Great Grandmothers passing came to light. He said " I'm never going to see Mimi again. I didn't get to tell her goodbye and that I love her." Tears were streaming down his little face as I hugged him trying to fight back my own tears. He wished so hard that he could get a message to her, so he could tell her he would miss her, and that he loved her so.

I wanted so much to be able to help him get his message through to her. Then it hit me from out of nowhere. I said that we would send up a balloon to the heavens, like the releasing of a Dove. It would go straight up to her and she could read his message.

The next day I went out and bought him a balloon filled with helium. I printed his message out to her and he wrote his first name on it.

together, He, my wife and I all went outside and I handed him the balloon. My son walked over to the edge of the yard and spoke to the balloon as if it would carry each word with it up into the heavens. He held it up, reluctant for a moment to let it go, then he released it. It went up and up twirling a bit as the breeze caught it and carried it away.

As it got higher and higher, he hollered at it "Look at it go Dad. Look at it go. It's getting so high. Do you think Mimi will know it's from me? I can still see it. See..... It's way way up in the air. Look, Look at it go."

"Yes, I see it son. It sure is way up there now. Won't be long before Mimi sees it. She'll know it's from you."

We all stood there and watched it until it went clean out of sight. My wife and I held hands like we used to do back then and I could feel the love around us. It didn't just help my son with her passing. It helped me too.

Today, we still release a balloon when a loved one passes away. Whether it is a human, a beloved pet or a friend, we send a balloon to the heavens to deliver our message of love through the clouds. One of our dogs passed away after many loving years of loyal service and friendship several month's ago. My son made a cross for her and put it on her grave in the yard at Christmas. It's time we send a balloon to her to let her know we still love and miss her much.


I'm looking for others who may wish to send a balloon to a loved one who has passed away. Write out your message and insert it into a white balloon. Send me an email at paul.resh@gmail.com if you would like to participate in the release of the balloons on Christmas day this year. Send the balloon to me and it will be filled with helium and sent to the clouds with the others.

(The Doves carry the spirit to the heavens. They take away the earthly pain.)

My song lyrics below:


Then You Know

Have you ever seen a white Dove in flight
Ever hear the whippoorwills sing
Ever danced the night away, under the full moons light
Then you know, that everything's going to be alright

Have you ever skinny dipped, by the rivers edge
Ever felt the spark and tingle of anothers kiss
Listened to the crickets, as they sound out their love song
Then you feel that you are right ...where you belong

Some will come and others ...they will go
Like the winter when it brings its cold cold snow
But the snow and ice they will melt away
Then the sun will light the way,
And warm the hearts of loved ones another day


copyright
Paul Resh

I only eat my own lunch and don't share. Am I such an asshole that I won't share my lunch with anyone ? I think not and here is why.
Friday, when lunch break came, I went into the rest room ( Why is it called a rest room anyway ? Shouldn't it be called a relief room instead?) to take a leak and then wash my hands. Sure, it was only me who would be eating my lunch so why wash up? But, I know were my hands have been and I wash up anytime I've been in the rest room.

So like I started to say, I go in and there and this fellow is in one of the stalls. A green cloud (Not literally) was coming up and over the stall permeating the room. It smelled like he had eaten a three day old dead horse or something. You know, the type of smell that has you trying to take a leak and wash up fast so you can quit holding your breath. But, your one eyed dragon decides to hide from the smell too so it takes longer.

Well, I get over to the sink and wash up (with soap I might add) with hot water. While I'm doing this, the stall door opens and this fellow just waltzes right on out the door towards the lunch room. I dry off my hands and use the towel to open the door. (By the way, I also turn off the sink in public restrooms by using my elbow to push the handle down. If it's a sit down job, I use my knee to flush. Paranoid you say; I bet.)
Reaching the lunchroom to get some ice for my drink, I see this same fellow eating lunch and talking with his friends. They have a bag of chips there and they are all digging their hands in the bag. I'm sorry, but the picture of him sitting on the john wiping his butt enters my head while he and his friends gladly share lunch. Eee yuck.

That is why I don't share my lunch with anyone unless I know that they have washed up. Preferably I have seen them as we wash up together. I even keep a bottle of disinfectant hand wash in my truck.
It sticks out in my mind when one time while at the hospital for one of my sons operations, the nurse wanted to show us something after being in the rest room. It was something that they were doing to show kids about how important it is to wash after doing your business. They didn't tell the kids what they were doing until they came out of the restroom. Then they had this special light that they would shine on your hands. It would illuminate bacteria left on your hands if you hadn't washed well or at all. My kid failed and luckily when she did it to me out of my son's curiosity, mine looked pretty well washed.

Even to this day, I still have to tell my son to go wash up for dinner before he starts putting his hands on the food. Of course he whines and stomps off as he looks towards his mother to come to his aid against me. I call out behind him "and make sure you use the soap. Don't just run the water over your hands." I can't begin to tell you how many times he rushed in and out in less than three seconds in the past.

Ever had food poisoning ? I have and it ain't something I care to endure again if I can help it. I don't wish to get hepatitis neither as my wife has had from work. It almost killed her back in the eighties. Can't remember when the last time was that I got sick. It will happen again no doubt but not like some who get the runs and cramps all the time. LOL


Just a little Food for Thought as it were.

Talk about saving gas with the high prices we see right now. Most all of my driving years has been spent in four cylinder or V6 vehicles. Now I will admit that at one point I had some V8 powered cars. I had a 1966 2-door Ford galaxy with a 390. Then there were my two Camaros, one a Berlinetta and the other a Big block 396 with an 850 double pumper putting out around five hundred horses. However, with the exception of the Berlinetta that got fantastic gas mileage, these other cars were my weekend toys. During the work week I drove mundane four bangers or V6's to work. All of my V8's sat most of the time only being driven occasionally.
I can't leave out the motorcycles that I have owned but they were not daily transport either.

What my actual point about all of this is, while I and many others have tried to drive vehicles with gas saving small engines, others continue to buy and drive huge gas guzzling vehicles. What is the thinking of one person in such a huge freight train sized box that gets eight or nine miles per gallon. It just makes no sense at all. Now you hear them all crying the blues because it costs nearly a hundred dollar bill to just go across town. These are the same ones that would barrel down on you and think like they were God almighty of the road. And, you should move over and bow down to them for getting in their way.
But now look, while their vehicles have to stop and fill up at every station, I can keep moving happily along for more miles and with less money. They can't give those big behemoths away no matter what they offer.

Who knows what the American thinking is of auto manufacturers to keep making these stupid road hog boxes. Now Japan is getting on the wagon with those huge trucks of theirs. It doesn't matter how much horse power the darn things make if you can't afford to drive it anyhow.

Let's not forget the cities that you have to stop at every single traffic light and sit there even when nobody is coming the other way. You just sit there wasting gas. Cities like Burlington NC have not re-synchronized their lights in years although they have added more on at about every intersection there is. Graham North Carolina is not much better.
To tell the truth, where I used to work, it would have been only a five minute drive. This is what it took when and if I could catch the lights just right. Mostly though, it took me fifteen minutes because of the sorry timing of the lights.
I work in Swepsonville at the moment and it takes me twenty two minutes to get there. Most of this time is spent stopping at all the lights from Burlington and Graham. I have to keep stopping and starting, stopping and starting. That wastes a ton of gas needlessly. It would be longer if I was in rush hour traffic, which isn't really rushing when you think about it. But I have to be at work early, which goes against my natural ability to sleep as late as I like, so I even miss the school bus traffic.

So fix these lights Burlington and Graham and we can all save more gas. It sucks to sit on Webb Avenue being able to see every other light green until you get there. The one your at is red and when it turns green, the one in front of you turns red. Used to be a time when you could hit all the green lights if you did the speed limit. Taint so any more.

A touch of Armageddon is now a reality and if you still believe that it can not happen, just look at what is going on in Louisiana.

Why might people be shooting at helicopters and rescue boats? Perhaps if you were starving and trapped, had been passes by time and again, you would do it to so you would get rescued. Risking arrest would be better than to sit there and just die. Dead bodies floating all around, nothing to eat or drink, the stench that is burning your lungs. The fear of death looming would cause anyone of us to go to extreme measures.

Think back to how people panic just at the chance of a snow storm that knocks out power for a few hours. Now add two million to that and see how desperate you would be. Looters should be the least of anyone's problems down there. Who cares if someone steals a t.v set or clothes at this point. What ever is left is going to be ruined anyway and has no relevance to anything. People stealing what food they could find in stores and medicine from drug stores. In that situation you have to do what you have to do for survival.

Sure you can keep waiting for help that isn't coming fast enough and starve to death. What would you do ? Really.

My God I feel bad for the people hit by Katrina. It's brought tears to my eyes more than once. The city of New Orleans is mostly African American and it makes it look like the Government has let only them down. But the fact is the Government let all of the people down. What in the world does it take for them to be on alert for a storm like this. Hell, they plan for winter storms and have people on alert for disaster. They had plenty of warning on this one.

I do not blame Mayor Ray Nagin at all for being angry and pissed off. He's getting things done with minimal help until today.

Maybe we should put him in the White House. His comments, in my opinion, are well founded.

All of those poor poor victims of the storm, all of them, I can't get over it.

Hey, when the rebuilding and clean up offer for help ads goes out, let me know. I have a chain saw and building tools. I'd love to help them rebuild the place. Really.

Blasphemy these high prices and taxes. What does big government do to help the situation? Why sit on their hands of course. The tax man keeps raising tax on everything even though so many are out of work. So what do they do ? Raise taxes to the rest of us working stiffs until they drive us out of jobs and homes. The rich don't seem to mind now. But just wait until all of the rest of us are out of work because we can no longer keep up with our bills. Then it will be the rich who have to support us as the taxes get bigger to offset everything else. The Government job holders will then be let go one by one until they are gone. Oh what will the rich do then?

Those idiots up there pick the worst time to raise taxes. I mean, what are they thinking? Those idiots. Plants closing down all over, and more to come now that Cafta/Gafta (Georges American Free Trade Agreement ) or Stafta ( Stick it To Americans Free Trade Agreement) is here. Eventually it all will roll down hill and smack them upside their dumb asses.

Higher cigarette taxes, property taxes, Gas prices, lost jobs, and on and on. The economy is getting better they say. Yes, but for whom. It sure isn't the ones who actually make the country turn I'll tell you that.
How do they expect us to buy anything without any money. Shoot, Most of us are not going to be able to afford driving to work much longer.

Thanks Bush for are you've done for us..... NOT!


Oh great. Now my spell checker quit working. Must have been due to Federal spending cut backs. Or else the job was out sourced to some company over seas. The first four letters of source are SOUR and that's the taste I have in my mouth thanks to our current so called leader.