The Guild 9-21-2002 Pick Your Emmy Winners!

To: cyncooper; *The GUILD

30. I Fell In A Pile Of You And Got Love All Over Me
29. I Keep Forgettin' I Forgot About You
28. I Wanna Whip Your Cow
27. I Would Have Wrote You A Letter, But I Couldn't Spell Yuck!
26. I Wouldn't Take Her To A Dawg Fight, Cause I'm Afraid She'd Win
25. I'm The Only Hell Mama Ever Raised
24. I've Got The Hungries For Your Love And I'm Waiting In Your Welfare Line
23. If I Can't Be Number One In Your Life, Then Number Two On You
22. If Love Were Oil, I'd Be A Quart Low
21. If My Nose Were Full of Nickels, I'd Blow It All On You

61 posted on 09/22/2002 10:42:39 AM PDT by lodwick

Kathleen Willey on 9/11/02: A Tale of Two Presidents

[White House whistle-blower Kathleen Willey shares her thoughts on the 9/11 anniversary, and how Presidents Bush and Clinton spent that day, exclusively with NewsMax.com]:

Last Wednesday, September 11, I spent the morning at the VA hospital here in Richmond. My husband, a former Marine who served in Vietnam, had a 9 a.m. appointment and I went along with him because I did not want to be alone that morning, of all mornings.

I waited in the cafeteria, intent on drinking a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. A television was on, the volume rather low, and I could see that the ceremony marking the one-year anniversary of the attack on the WTC had begun. I wanted to see and hear better so I moved up closer to the television.

It was then that I noticed that a large crowd was assembling, inching closer as I was. Someone turned up the volume. As I stood there, I began to notice the other people, mostly men, around me. They were all vets and by their ages, I was able to tell in which conflict they served.

The most elderly fought in WWII, those a little younger in Korea. Those closer to my age had been in Vietnam and I assumed that the younger men participated in Desert Storm and Somalia. There were a few women in the crowd, wives of WWII vets and some younger women who had served next to the men in the most recent conflicts.

These vets were from all walks of life, young, old, black, white, amputees lying on hospital gurneys, others in wheelchairs attached to IVs. No one spoke. Their silence spoke volumes. They were there for each other.

I heard a muffled sob from one of the vets and I watched as the man next to him put his arm around his shoulder to comfort him. There were a lot of unabashed tears, but it was their knowing silences that struck me. They had seen the horrors of war. Some came home changed men. The Vietnam vets came home to shame and ridicule, forced to carry their guilt in silence.

They were a fraternity of men that morning, a band of brothers, knowing the pain in each other's eyes. They took care of each other, unashamedly.

I thought about their mothers, sending their boys into battle and how gut wrenching that must have been. I thought about the mothers and fathers, brothers, sisters and spouses who buried their soldiers, their lives forever changed.

But I saw something else in those vets, those old soldiers that morning of September 11. I saw pride. They stood tall in the knowledge that they had served this wonderful country of ours. They stood tall for those among them who could no longer stand. I felt honored to stand in their midst that morning of September 11. They were heroes, one and all.

Then something happened, something I did not expect. Rudy Giuliani began to read the names of those who lost their lives that day in a slow and measured tone so that each and every name could be clearly heard. More dignitaries recited more names as we stood there in that cafeteria.

We were riveted to that screen. We watched and we listened and we cried.

Hillary Clinton stood at the podium and began to speak more names. I watched as those brave men around me turned their backs to the television and began to walk away. Many shook their heads in disgust, but no one spoke. They did not have to.

As I stood there, practically alone, I wondered if she was remembering those victims of the Puerto Rican terrorists, the innocents who were maimed or lost their lives years ago.

Did she grieve for them too? Did she feel any guilt at all that she had played a hand in their release during her Senate campaign? Was she ashamed for her husband, who had released them?

I doubt it. After all, she was running for senator. She deserved to win, at any and all costs. I was reminded of their mantra, "Anything it takes." I was reminded of the words of our past president to his adviser, Dick Morris, at the height of the Monica mess: "We'll just have to win." Anything it takes.

That evening my husband and I participated in a ceremony of remembrance at the courthouse green of our little town. Dignitaries spoke, the choir sang, children stayed close to their parents.

A young Boy Scout played taps. Our American Legion members, my husband among them, held a flag ceremony. They stood tall and at attention. They saluted our flag, for which they had fought. I watched the tears well up in their eyes. I felt their pride.

We lit our candles and sang "God Bless America." We said our goodbyes to the victims of 9/11 and looked to the future with a new resolve and newfound patriotism. I thought about our President and his First Lady.

They had attended ceremonies of remembrance that day too and comforted those many, many survivors of the horrors of a year ago. They had asked that the cameras be held back at a respectful distance so that their words to each other could be somewhat private.

I thought about their last visit of the day at Ground Zero. They walked hand in hand down that long ramp to what will forever be the final resting place of thousands of lost souls. Their tears were genuine. Their words were real.

I thanked the good Lord for this good man and this good woman who are leading us now. I thanked Him for our President's strength of character and I thanked Him for his wife who stands by his side, strengthening his resolve to lead us through these dark days yet to come.

When we returned home, we watched a concert on television. The music was comforting and soothing to our jangled nerves, filled with words of patriotism and pride, a somehow fitting end to a very long and hard day.

Soon after, as I was turning off the lights and locking the doors, I glanced back at the television only to see our former president, sauntering onto the set of the David Letterman show. Joe Cool, talking about his music room in Chappaqua. This day of all days, the one-year anniversary of the worst terrorist attack to befall us. An attack that just may not have occurred had our former president been paying attention.

There he was for all to see with nary an apology in sight, in our faces once again, drawing still more attention to himself on this most solemn of days. Could he not have found the decency to stay away just this once?

I cried more tears that night before I fell asleep. I asked forgiveness for lending my time, efforts and resources to a man who became our president and the woman who went to the White House with him.

I know now that they were undeserving of our honor and respect. They brought shame to that great house. And once again, I was most thankful for this good man and this good woman who live there now.

62 posted on 09/22/2002 11:43:54 AM PDT by lodwick

JL, thank you for posting that article Kathleen Willey wrote. I wish it would get read by a whole lot of people, but somehow I don't think it will. We can hope though. Maybe it will make its way around the internet at least.

63 posted on 09/22/2002 12:42:00 PM PDT by texasbluebell

To: mountaineer; BigWaveBetty

I recently saw she and Antonio doing an interview that discussed all of her drug troubles. He stated in the most gentle way he could that if she had not gotten her act together that he would have left her and taken the children. Not defending the dumb bunny, I just think that she's probably not so apt to lead her children to sin, because the cost would be too high for her marriage. (Antonio seemed to be expressing zero tolerance for drug use)

Miss America was so awful last night, that I fell asleep after the swimsuit competition. My daughter remarked that many of the contestants seemed to resemble one another, many walked funny, and some had jiggley thighs.

Is ten too early to be catty?

64 posted on 09/22/2002 1:14:15 PM PDT by pubmom

To: BigWaveBetty

BWB, I know a family that lived by this philosophy. Let me tell you about their lives. Only one child out of four married first, then had a child.

The first daughter became pregnant as a teen, and her sister a few years later. Their brother got his girlfriend pregnant right after high school. (So much for the theory that providing teens with birth control works.)The first daughter is still married and has three children, so at least that worked out. The second daughter almost lost her life while having her first child at 16, the baby died. She did manage to have another daughter a few years later. She is now divorcing her 3rd husband.

Her brother is married to his third wife, and now has his act together. They have a daughter together, and she has two daughters from her previous marriage. (Her first husband left her when she was first diagnosed with cancer, which she continues to battle off and on)He only sees his son from his first marriage several times a year. His first wife married a jail-bird, and has two other children.

The only person that escaped all this was the yougest daughter, who married first then had her two sons.

My point to all of this rambling about people you don't know? Look at all the messed up lives along the way, just because mom and dad were permissive and enabling. Kids doing things behind our backs, we have no control over. But handing them a pack of BC pills, condoms, depo provera shots or whatever, is nothing short of child abuse. That is how I see it.

65 posted on 09/22/2002 1:31:43 PM PDT by pubmom

" I smoked dope with my 12 year old and now he's a doper".

Yes, Miss Griffith ( you surgically and collagen enhanced trollop), you taught your kid that if mommy tokes, then her baby can toke too.

Give me a freakin' break.

66 posted on 09/22/2002 1:49:18 PM PDT by Hillary's Lovely Legs

To: Hillary's Lovely Legs; *The GUILD

Coffin marketing - Italian style

67 posted on 09/22/2002 2:20:10 PM PDT by lodwick

68 posted on 09/22/2002 2:22:10 PM PDT by pubmom

To: pubmom; *The GUILD

Seems as though the coffin industry in Italy has hit a slump - I'm not sure what hotties on their website will accomplish however.

I saw somewhere, sometime, a guy that purchased his coffin and was using it as the base for a huge glass coffee table, and another guy that had installed shelves in his coffin, stood it upright against the wall and used it as bookshelves - maybe this is a "guy" thing.

69 posted on 09/22/2002 2:32:17 PM PDT by lodwick

I don't really care about people who screw up their own lives, but when they start procreating and causing their children to have lives full of confusion, multiple step-parents, immoral activities and the like, then I become a bit angry. I feel so sorry for the children of these multiple marriage (or no marriage at all) households.

70 posted on 09/22/2002 2:36:57 PM PDT by mountaineer

What do Bill and Hillary Clinton, alleged mobsters, Stan Lee, presidential pardons, federal indictments for fraud, the Democratic Party and Hollywood luminaries such as Barbra Streisand, John Travolta, Cher and Diana Ross have in common?
The answer is a man charged with robbing Peter to pay Paul through an elaborate scheme of alleged securities and bank fraud that involve the creator of Spiderman and the X-Men comic superheros, securities firms such as Merrill Lynch and Spear Leeds & Kellogg, political heavyweights David Rosen, Aaron Tonken and Terry McAuliffe.
Now, the 54-year-old Peter Paul, aka Eric Becker, aka Solomon Posnack, who claims to have been Sen. Hillary Clinton's (D-N.Y.) single largest donor, sits in a prison in São Paulo, Brazil. Paul is awaiting extradition to the United States, he has said in interviews with Insight, to defend himself against two multicount federal indictments and at least one class-action lawsuit brought by shareholders of now-bankrupt Stan Lee Media Inc. (SLM).
....(H)e was courted and then snookered by Democratic Party bigwigs into playing host to and paying for increasingly expensive political events, luncheons, dinners — and then a star-studded Hollywood tribute to Bill Clinton in August 2000 that was twinned with a massive fund-raising drive for Hillary Clinton's senatorial bid in New York.

full story on yet another person used and discarded by the Clintons.

71 posted on 09/22/2002 3:18:39 PM PDT by mountaineer

72 posted on 09/22/2002 3:22:44 PM PDT by Hillary's Lovely Legs