Being PC

I've been thinkin about everyone having to be "PC" and my theory is SCREW THAT!!! I mean really what the hell is a holiday tree??? At Loyola they have a flippin holiday tree in the student union....mind you this is at a CATHOLIC university nonetheless. I'm sincerely seeing something wrong with this. The jewish and muslim students thought so too. I recall the words "We dont' have a fucking tree in our religion, how would you feel if i put up a fucking holiday menorah???" being used. What is wrong with us that we can't just say what we mean anymore. We're all too damned concerned with offending someone. Well boo hoo. No one can say anything without being worried about who's gonna think what. It's becoming absolutely ridiculous.
Think about this, the movie "Diary of a Mad Black Woman" what would have happened if it hadn't been the word black, what if it had been a white woman??? I'll tell you this Jesse Jackson woulda had an absolute fuckin fit, or diary of a mad mexican woman??? Hmmmm??? OH yea, that movie would have been protested to high heavens. I can't even say I'm proud to be white anymore because then I'm a racist. I'm sorry but I'm damned proud of my ethnicity. I don't give a shit if you're white, black, puerto rican, mexican, japanese, or whatever if you're proud of it you're proud of it. What's the big deal? Alright, I just had to have my rant on that one.

FINALLY

Finally someone who isn't ranting and raving about the death toll in Iraq, finally someone who realizes that this is becoming a victory...

Hyping Lossings while Glossing over Victories

I really enjoyed this article. After having many friends and my fiance in Iraq its nice to finally see someone who isn't against all of them. Thank heavens for that.

Thank you

PRESS THE PICTURE ABOVE TO SEND A EMAIL TO A SOLDIER
While we are warm...let us say a short prayer.....
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold. Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child. "What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here! Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!" For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts To the window that danced with a warm fire's light. Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right, I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night. It's my duty to stand at the front of the line That separates you from the darkest of times. No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me. My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December, Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers. My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam', And now it is my turn and so, here I am. I've not seen my own son in more than a while, But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile." Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The red, white, and blue... an American flag. "I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away from my family, my house and my home. I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat. I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down my life with my sister and brother Who stand at the front against any and all To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall. So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, Your family is waiting and I'll be all right." "But isn't there something I can do, at the least, Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast? It seems all too little for all that you've done, For being away from your wife and your son." Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love us, and never forget To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, To stand your own watch, no matter how long. For when we come home, either standing or dead, To know you remember we fought and we bled. Is payment enough, and with that we will trust That we mattered to you, as you mattered to us. WE ALL NEED TO PRAY FOR OUR MILITARY PERSONNEL EVERY NIGHT! MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL !!!

Finals week and Multicellular Organisms

Well number one, it's now finals week. That is simply not fun. Also it doesn't quite seem like I've been here enough to be finals. It's also 5:30 am and I still havent' slept because I'm freaking out about my psych test. However, I did manage to look through my study guide and talk about each thing on there in depth and correctly. That make me very happy. However, that also means that since I'm happy my insomnia is made that much worse. I'll just have to ask my darling roomie to make sure I'm awake in time for my final and she will because she is awesome!

As to being a multicellular organism..........My ecosphere is now that of a multicellular organism. Thank god!!! I was beginning to think I really wasn't...and since last I checked I'm human that would not be good. Thank you to whomever has placed me on their blog roll, you have upgraded my status in the ecosphere.

Snowball fight

Snowball fights at 1 a.m. are absolutely amazing!!! I mean really when it's perfect weather and snowing out you just can't resist. Everyone should remember this, just cuz we get older doesn't mean we should stop having fun. Tonight was amazing. I had so much fun with all my friends out in the snow.

On a sadder note though, I happened to have sprained my ankle I do believe. That kind of sucks but it's alright. Not like I haven't done that one before. Well I think it's about time I get some sleep.

Good Night all!!!!

The night before Christmas

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS" TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT;CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT. SOON ROUND THE WORLD, THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY, AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY. THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR, BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE. I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY LAY ALONE, ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.
THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE, I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED TO CRY. THE SOLDIER AWAKENED AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE, "SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE; I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, I DON'T ASK FOR MORE, MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS." THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP, I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, I CONTINUED TO WEEP. I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS, SO SILENT AND STILL AND WE BOTH SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL. I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT, THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR SO WILLING TO FIGHT. THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE, WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA, IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE." ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH, AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT. "MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT." This poem was written by a Marine. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable..... PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed. GERALD SOILEAU, JR., VETERAN, UNITED STATES NAVY

Now that I have this

Ok so yea, I had to start up a blog JUST to post a comment on my daddy's blog...isn't that wonderful? I thought so....