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Then i got to thinking. i read some of the comments made on this video and people were mentioning that if she didn't want to show them, she should cover them up. what they failed to see was that she was adjusting her top because she felt she had to.
granted, she has breasts. granted, the host is a male.
that right there explains the entire clip.
do not damn a woman who wants to look sexy and beautiful. yes, they are two completely separate definitions of how a woman can look. i think for the most part, she did her best. the host did the best he could as well. is there any way we can have American television in this manner. i laughed. i laughed. i laughed.
what do they say is the best medicine?
roger that!
then i got
December 29, 2007
December 28, 2007
Mrs. Bhutto and Mr. Blitzer
imagine how Mr. Blitzer feels...
What would you do if someone sent you an email stating to share with the public only in the event of death?
Would you have accepted the email without reading or at least finding out what was in it?
Mr. Blitzer did. he did what he was trusted to do. i don't think many people would have honored her wishes.
if Paris Hilton had sent an email stating that her grandfather was a selfish son of a bitch for having left her family with only 63 mil in an inheritance in his will.
Who would spill?
Who would keep their mouths shut?
i for one am very sad and distressed that she felt that the only way to make a statement about the security provided to her by the opposing government was inadequate. i know why she did it this way. like so many people who feel that their voice has not been heard. who feel that their opinion was not trusted. who feel that what matters is a posthumous stab at those she KNOWS are responsible for her death. i don't thin Benazir Bhutto was paranoid. i know she must have been very afraid, but very conscious of the necessity of change.
i am so very saddened..
g
What would you do if someone sent you an email stating to share with the public only in the event of death?
Would you have accepted the email without reading or at least finding out what was in it?
Mr. Blitzer did. he did what he was trusted to do. i don't think many people would have honored her wishes.
if Paris Hilton had sent an email stating that her grandfather was a selfish son of a bitch for having left her family with only 63 mil in an inheritance in his will.
Who would spill?
Who would keep their mouths shut?
i for one am very sad and distressed that she felt that the only way to make a statement about the security provided to her by the opposing government was inadequate. i know why she did it this way. like so many people who feel that their voice has not been heard. who feel that their opinion was not trusted. who feel that what matters is a posthumous stab at those she KNOWS are responsible for her death. i don't thin Benazir Bhutto was paranoid. i know she must have been very afraid, but very conscious of the necessity of change.
i am so very saddened..
g
December 27, 2007
i'm still here...
I remember when i was far younger and still on the web when we had to put tags like that in the subject line lest our post might drive someone to do the unthinkable.
I have had a great many challenges in my life and i have surmounted all issues and come through all with flying colors (if you want to call flaming neon green poo flying colors). I have reached an empasse...
I no longer wish to awaken in the morning in my present state. I awaken to the feeling of not being rested. Not only am i not feeling refreshed, but my eyes are showing it. My suffering is great, but i know my job.
I am mother, daughter, friend, sister and so much more. All that i am is important to me, however, the medical professionals that i entrust with my well being have left me in a state of barely uncontrolled FURY. I cannot make an appointment right now because my anger lashes out. It is an animal that i am no longer able to poo-poo into solution.
People keep asking me if i am under a great amount of stress. No more than usual, i say, and getting better all the time. I really should not be driving, but how do you get to the appointments?
I went to the dentist yesterday, at the behest of my neurologist, who i was referred to by psychiatry because they, who i was referred to by my primary doctor, because she had no idea either, to check out somehting so far fetched that even my dentist had a huge smile on his face. My primary had even sent me to rheumatologist because she had lost her footing with me not once, but twice.
So, without bitching about my symptoms goings-on, i will leave it at that.
My statement:
I do not want to die, yet i feel as if each day is my last. I have so much to live for. I am worth so much to myself and the people around me that it is unfair for someone who has so much to live for to be in this situation.
I know that when i explain the above statement to the powers that be, they feel no option but to consider me 51/50 and send the paddy wagon to keep themselves out of potential future litigation, by showing that they "did all that they could do".
What is untrue about their statement is that they have not done all that they can do.
I will continue to demand that they help me so thay we can work together to give me a reason to get out of bed and face the world and life that i love and miss so much.
On to the ombudsman tomorrow.
G
I have had a great many challenges in my life and i have surmounted all issues and come through all with flying colors (if you want to call flaming neon green poo flying colors). I have reached an empasse...
I no longer wish to awaken in the morning in my present state. I awaken to the feeling of not being rested. Not only am i not feeling refreshed, but my eyes are showing it. My suffering is great, but i know my job.
I am mother, daughter, friend, sister and so much more. All that i am is important to me, however, the medical professionals that i entrust with my well being have left me in a state of barely uncontrolled FURY. I cannot make an appointment right now because my anger lashes out. It is an animal that i am no longer able to poo-poo into solution.
People keep asking me if i am under a great amount of stress. No more than usual, i say, and getting better all the time. I really should not be driving, but how do you get to the appointments?
I went to the dentist yesterday, at the behest of my neurologist, who i was referred to by psychiatry because they, who i was referred to by my primary doctor, because she had no idea either, to check out somehting so far fetched that even my dentist had a huge smile on his face. My primary had even sent me to rheumatologist because she had lost her footing with me not once, but twice.
So, without bitching about my symptoms goings-on, i will leave it at that.
My statement:
I do not want to die, yet i feel as if each day is my last. I have so much to live for. I am worth so much to myself and the people around me that it is unfair for someone who has so much to live for to be in this situation.
I know that when i explain the above statement to the powers that be, they feel no option but to consider me 51/50 and send the paddy wagon to keep themselves out of potential future litigation, by showing that they "did all that they could do".
What is untrue about their statement is that they have not done all that they can do.
I will continue to demand that they help me so thay we can work together to give me a reason to get out of bed and face the world and life that i love and miss so much.
On to the ombudsman tomorrow.
G
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