- Name: sandegaye
- Location: Tellico Plains, Tennessee, United States
I am a spiritual being having a physical experience. I love delving into the inner world & learning all I can about why I'm here & where I'm going. My mother, now transitioned to another plane, was a Cherokee shaman. She taught me the meaning of 'Namaste'.. meaning 'I recognize the God in you', and 'Nokomis'.. meaning 'Walk in Beauty', a Navajo term, that tells us to walk in balance with all of earth. My father, also transitioned, was a fun-loving Irishman who taught me the joy of risktaking, traveling, & living life to its fullest. I have hopefully taken the best of their offerings in forming the 'me' I am today. I am the mother of six, grandmother of five, stepmother of 2 more & step-gram for 6 more. My cup is full & running over..;o) My goal is to live 'juicy'!
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Thursday, November 30, 2006
An interesting opinion..
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
All My Chillin's (except for 1 ;o)
On a happy note, I had a great Thanksgiving w/ all my youngin's gathering. Everybit as good as a Walton's celebration.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Renews my faith in music.. ;o)
Friday, November 17, 2006
No longer crazy..
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
This is the reason..
"In Fallujah, it was like in the Bible,” he began slowly. “When they marked the houses with lamb’s blood, and the Angel of Death flew over and killed the firstborn sons in all the houses that weren’t marked. They marked the houses…and the ones that weren’t marked, they had us go in and open fire and…” He stopped speaking and only made gestures.
“The kids?” asked my co-driver.
The marine’s words came a little faster now. “If people knew what was really happening over there, they’d rise up and say, ‘bring our kids home NOW!’ If people knew, they wouldn’t stand for it.”
The VietNam war turned a lot of my generation into depressed, drug-seeking, flashback-maniacal emotional wrecks.
Already, from Iraq, we will be bringing home a group of PTSS suffering men & women, w/ far too little treatment awaiting them at home. Career servicemen will refuse psychological help, because it goes on their permanent record & they'll lose out on promotions.
And some soldiers will never admit that they have a problem w/ aggression & depression.
Bring them home NOW, while most are still viable & salvagable.
Don't repeat the mistakes of VietNam.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
If you think you haven't done enough..
God help us..
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Here's a big ole cup..
Friday, November 10, 2006
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Monday, November 06, 2006
A pithy tune for a pissy preacher
Sunday, November 05, 2006
A picture says a thousand words.
Friday, November 03, 2006
She simply proved that they system was vulnerable to just about every kind of cheating & malfeasance . Hackers could change the entire vote w/i 10 seconds! And still states are paying $22M-55M to be set up w/ these faulty machines.
Remember back in '99 when the CEO of Diebold promised Bush that he would 'deliver' the vote.. well he certainly did! In silver ribbons.. Even to the point of subtracting 160K+ votes in one FL county alone.
Bev Harris & her group took loads of dumpster trash from these election centers to prove both the 2000 & 2004 elections were stolen.
And now we have the smirky Bush & Rove saying they aren't worried about the midterm elections.. 'It'll come thru for us'. You hell betcha it will, because it's already a hacked-done-deal!
will tell you a little more about it.
How does this make me feel? Like NOT voting.. why bother. Like getting the hell out of this police state, where the populace is too blind to see the sorry shape we're in.
Our votes were the last vestige of hope we have for changing this regime. And yet, we'll place our heads back into the sand, & watch that 'right' go away just as quickly & completely as all the others did.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Bill Mahers 'Chestnuts'.. good read
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
An Important Message from betty Bower..
Dear Spooked-Out Voter:
I'm doing a joint Halloween Night and Election Day newsletter this year because, frankly, the two holidays are virtually indistinguishable. After all, political campaigning is all about pretending you're something you're not -- and then scaring people. Mr. Bush pretends he's competent; Mr. Cheney pretends he's sane -- and then they both run around our cities trying to frighten strangers.
The "Vote Because You're Scared!" drumbeat seemed to work well in the last election. It certainly worked more than the indolent blowhards we elected to the 109th Congress because of it! I fear, however, that such an alarmist mantra has lost its appeal and potency now that voters have had time to realize that the reason we're scared is because of who we voted for in 2000 and 2004.
Since the GOP has no verifiable successes to tout, I'm rather proud of how inventive our latest iteration of the "stick with the incumbent" message has been this year.
In case you haven't picked up on this delicately nuanced sophistry in the relentless stream of earnest blather coming every 30 seconds from you TV, allow me to break it down for you, dears.
The GOP message basically boils down to this: We have created a world so unstable and hostile with our unbroken string of blunders and unnecessary provocations, can you really risk electing someone new who will squander two weeks learning the screen-names for all the sluttiest pages?
I have to chuckle at all of the fear-mongering ads this year. No, it's not the ubiquitous, bland female voice, which would sound like a hammy attempt at "solemn" and "concerned" on the stages of even America's least persnickety-at-casting community theaters. And it isn't how often she earnestly intones, "Can we really afford to risk electing the other guy?" No, what makes me laugh is that congressmen who are throwing $200,000,000 each and every day down that insatiable drain called Iraq, money that could be spent on schools and health, have the temerity to ask us questions that start with "Can we really afford to . . ."
Speaking of that imploding, anarchical money pit, when the lights go out at a press conference to herald progress in Iraq, you know that crazy hellhole is falling apart quicker than Kevin Federline's rap career. As such, President Bush (truly the Carrot Top of silly political props) is left to chant "Presto Chango" and unveil -- are you ready for it? -- a timetable. In a nutshell, this "Timetable for Iraq" is basically arbitrary, un-agreed-upon dates when the impossible will not happen. While a timetable in Iraq is probably about as useful as a reservation in Burger King, it is Mr. Bush's gallantly wistful attempt to make it look as if he has actually accomplished something -- anything -- before the election. As you may have guessed, this timetable is just as likely to be successful after the election as the President's mother's recently penned "Timetable to be Smokin' Hot Again."
Speaking of the ever-charming Bar Bush, this campaign has been unusually ugly, hasn't it? But we can't expect an election to be genteel when a perfunctory congressional roll call nets more sexual predators than Dateline NBC.
And if we're not being frightened out of our wits that some Negro running for Tennessee Senator, Harold Ford Jr., might pick up the phone and call a white harlot, we are peeing our drawers that homosexuals may one day pick out china together in the sacred department stores of New Jersey.
Perhaps the scariest thing about this Halloween evening is that it is the last day of the month, and there is still no October Surprise! I don't mean to be an alarmist here, but isn't it time Karl Rove climbed out from under Jeff Gannon long enough to round up an Islamic coffee klatch that knew a man who met a woman who had a niece who once said something suspicious about a recipe for exploding hair conditioner -- or maybe it was tabouli . . .
Of course, nature, just like Mrs. Bowers, abhors a vacuum. When the Republicans fail to hurt the Democrats, we can always count on the Democrats to pull their weight. So, a week before the election the relentlessly clumsy John Kerry makes a comment that would seem to impugn the same troops that are being supported by magnetic car decals from coast to cast.
Yes, the White House has called on Senator John Kerry to apologize to the men and women serving in Iraq because he may have hurt their feelings.
Even if Mr. Bush were wont to admit error, much less apologize, to the servicemen in Iraq he hurt, he couldn't.
They are dead.
Yes, it had been a sad and scary election year. As a Republican, I'd actually be quite scared if America still went through the arduous, quaint process of counting votes!