Excellent letter! I am sick of the press corp who deliberately distort the truth, or not talk about it at all. When the feeding tube was removed, NOBODY in the press talked about Terri. It wasn't until Florida passed Terri's Law that it started mainstream again, BUT you see they don't address it that much.
It seems that Kobe Bryant (he's guilty) and that millionaire psycho murderer deserve more air time, NOT!
BTTT. Daily Thread was hard to find this afternoon. Jeb Bush is doing a great job because he's doing HIS JOB. Trolls hate that...
There were two ZOTs and the Senate Live thread over the Dem fillobuster today. I think most FReeper activity has been concentrated on these.
A ZOT is basically the only article post in a banned account by a professional disrupter troll of the DU or "Tin Foil Hat" variety where the thread is left live and exempted from the ban on personal attacks as long as they are directed ONLY at the banned poster. The usual form of such attacks takes the form of a graphic of lightning bolts or their equivalant hence the name ZOT. Another popular form of banned poster attack in ZOTS is the use of cat pics eithier with or without viking helmets. These are known as the Viking Kitties.
Todays toll on such disrupters is one DUer by the Admin Moderator and one "Tin Foil Hat" by JimRob himself.
I'm really begining to think there was a switch where the 1996 and 2000 scans are concerned. Like even the TROLLS will tell you, you DON'T re grow a ceribral cortex between 2000 and 2002 or EVER for that matter. Although we should NOT count out a genuine miracle of GOD going on here because of the intense prayer from all the branches of Christianity Protestent, Orthodox and Catholic that has accompanied the FReeping in this case. (What Man can not do on his own Man's CREATOR can!!!!) However we also can't discount that Terri IS the poster girl for BOTH sides in this case, Pro Death and Pro Life and of the two the Pro Death side has the most access to the evidence and is also most likely to manipulate it in dishonest ways.
A thousand words about the Terri Schiavo you
never knew
Careless Whisper was her favorite song. She rode horses.
She saved birthday cards. She didn't go to prom.
By KELLEY BENHAM, Times Staff Writer
Published November 13, 2003
She was named Theresa Marie, after Saint
Theresa of Avila, but they called her that
only when they were mad, which was
almost never.
She drew pictures of dogs and horses,
Bambi and Thumper, and her Labrador
puppy, Bucky.
She grew up in a four-bedroom colonial on
a half acre in the suburbs of northeast
Philadelphia.
Overweight most of her life, she would cry
when she had to buy school clothes.
She loved to peel skin after a sunburn.
She could keep a secret.
Her eyes are brown.
She attended Our Lady of Good Counsel school, where short, stout Sister
Idalea knew the best way to pull a kid's hair to make it hurt.
She loved a boy named V.J. Mandez, but he did not love her back.
She learned to drive in a Ford Country Squire station wagon.
She got cold easily. She kept a blanket on the bed even in summer.
She once ran into the house crying because she had run over a rabbit. No one
could console her. Her father went outside, came back, and said she was
mistaken, there was no dead rabbit in the road. When she finally calmed down
and left the room, her dad said, "Man, she nailed it."
She drank nearly a gallon of iced tea a day.
She read Danielle Steele novels. In their defense, she would say, "They are not
Harlequins."
She liked to drive her T-top Trans Am past construction sites. She liked
blonds.
She slept with her back to the window, so if she was murdered in the night she
would not see it coming.
She weighed 200 pounds when she graduated from Archbishop Wood High
School.
On her first real date, with a guy named Michael Schiavo, her brother and his
friend stood on the front lawn and cheered.
She met Michael her second semester at Bucks County Community College.
He was a year older, a foot taller and blond. He was the first guy who ever
noticed her.
She has her mother's bushy eyebrows.
At Christmas, she would sneak around the house trying to find where the
presents were hidden. Her father set up a train around the tree.
They said grace before dinner and had roast beef on Sundays.
She wrote a letter to John Denver asking him to sing at her wedding. He never
wrote back.
She was not a great cook. She made a banana cake with green bananas and
laughed when everyone told her how horrible it was.
She clerked at Prudential Insurance in Pennsylvania and in Florida, but wanted
a job with animals.
She always made someone else kill the roaches.
Michael proposed after five months of dating. Her parents thought they were
too young.
She was married Nov. 10, 1984, at Our Lady of Good Counsel Church in
front of about 250 guests. It was the wedding she had always wanted, except
that she refused to wait for warmer weather so she could have a horse and
carriage. The tuxedos were gray.
She collected Precious Moments figurines.
When her Christmas tree was crooked, she called her dad for help. He told
her to go buy a tree straightener. She called all over looking for one.
Before college she lost more than 50 pounds on a NutriSystem diet.
When she was about 7, her brother Bobby threw a brick at her head and
made her cry.
Bobby locked her in a suitcase once and couldn't get her out. He ran for their
mom while the suitcase jumped up and down, screaming.
She drove 30 minutes out of her way five days a week to visit her grandmother
in a nursing home.
Her friends teased her that at the beach she was always the one the sea gull
pooped on. "Don't lie next to me," they would say.
She worked at a dry cleaner in high school.
The movie Jaws made her cry. She was terrified of the ocean for the rest of her
life.
Her gerbils were always getting loose and winding up in the air conditioning unit
in the basement.
She was born Dec. 3, 1963, the first child of Robert and Mary Schindler.
Robert was a salesman, mostly. Mary stayed home with Terri, and then Bobby
and Suzanne.
On Saturdays, she went to Mass with her mother.
She was not strong and would not work out.
She bought her brother Bobby his first Bruce Springsteen record, Darkness on
the Edge of Town, in 1978. He's been a fanatic ever since.
She always wanted to be a veterinarian and wrote TV zookeeper Joan Embry
for advice. Embry said to finish college.
An average student, she dropped out of junior college.
She saw doctors for a benign lump in her breast, a wart on her toe and dizzy
spells.
As a child she would spend hours in her room arranging her stuffed animals.
She loved Wham!
When Bucky the Labrador collapsed, she performed mouth-to-nose
resuscitation on him. He died in her arms.
She and Michael lived in her parents' basement in Pennsylvania, then in a
condo her parents owned in Florida. They paid rent, $400 a month, when they
could.
She saw An Officer and a Gentleman four times in one day.
She quit using birth control in 1989 but did not get pregnant.
She is allergic to Benadryl.
She had an intolerance to salad and dairy products.
The night before her wedding, her father sat on the floor of her bedroom and
watched her sleep. He was crying. She knew he was there, but never told him.
She loved the TV show Starsky and Hutch so much that she and her friend
Sue Pickwell wrote hundreds of letters to Paul Michael Glaser. He, or his
people, eventually wrote back.
At 26, she was 5 feet 4 and weighed 110 pounds. When she took off her shirt
at night, Michael could see her bones.
She dyed her hair blond and bought a bikini.
She went to clubs with her brother because Michael worked nights. When
guys hit on her, she would giggle, grab her brother and say, "I'm here with my
boyfriend."
She had neat handwriting.
She had a good tan.
When she rode on the back of Bobby's motorcycle, she held on so tight she
left marks on his skin.
Early on Feb. 25, 1990, she collapsed on the floor in the hallway outside her
bedroom, gasping.
- Information for this story came from interviews with Terri Schiavo's brother,
Bob Schindler Jr., and her childhood friend Diane Meyer, and from court
transcripts, Newsday and the Associated Press.
Floridian headlines
A thousand words about the Terri Schiavo you never knew
http://www.sptimes.com/2003/11/13/Floridian/A_thousand_words_abou.shtml
She got cold easily. She kept a blanket on the bed even in summer.
Now we KNOW why Michael R. Schiavo kept (or keeps) her hospice room at 64 degrees. I guess when he moved the temperature to 80 during the last dehydration/starvation attempt, she liked the warmer temperatures and continued to resist death. Why didn't Larry King ask him about the temperature in the hospice room.
At the risk of trivializaing your post, your writing made me wonder if Michael R. Schiavo parks in "handicapped-only" spots. I bet he thinkis only he could get away with doing so. My goodness, he seems to get away with doing everything else!!! What is it with FL and Schiavo?
Did you note the sentence how she was afraid of being murdered? She slept with her back to the window.....
I saw on local news station this am that Felos will be on BayNews 9 tomorrow at 12:30 along with a lady from "Not Dead Yet" to talk about "the constitution crisis regarding Terri's Law"(per newsperson's view of what is going on.)Does anyone know who the lady is from "Not Dead Yet" I hope she can keep up with Felos, he can be mean!
I continue to send letters to news organization to please see the issue at hand. Everyone was dedicated to educating the Fla govt regarding this issue and it's time to focus on the editorials and articles where we find them. Below is the letter I sent to the guy from the Daily Trojan. Thanks to those who post the articles so we know to whom to respond.
Dear ___
Your editorial position at the Daily Trojan would indicate that you are a student and young enough to be connected to the online community and that it plays a significant part of your everyday activities. It is astounding to me that you would so easily miss the tides of change enveloping the world of journalism.
The people interested in the Schiavo case get most of their information online and from nontraditional news sources. The information at hand about the Schiavo case is reams of paper in the real world.
George Felos et. al. would like to define this as a "right to die" case. Hundreds of thousands of people who have been folloing the Schiavo case know it is unequivocally a right to fair treatment case. At some point, a jury awarded her 1.25 million dollars believing Terri Schiavo deserved and would benefit from treatment. If she was awarded funds for treatment and rehabilitation, why has it not only been not provided but succinctly refused?
How can you go logically from requesting funds for treatment in the 1990's to now seeking the right to die? She didn't want to die then, but does now? This is the heart of the matter. And this is the reason that hundreds of thousands of people from across the United States took time from their busy days to contact the Florida government and communicate to them the gross mistreatment of Terri Schiavo at the hands of her husband guardian. And the government responded. *That is your story.* Is it not stunning to to you that such a monumental mass would be so moved as to become activists for one woman's condition? Don't you have to ask yourself why this would be so? These are not ignorant masses.
I venture to guess you are humane and would want your grandmother treated with tender loving care (despite her mental faculties) and yet you blithely accept Ms. Schiavo's current treatment and condition. Try to get ahead of the curve and not let your issues be determined by old world media.
Best wishes in your future.