Saw this at the grocery store just now, and wanted to keep my streak alive of never having purchased a tabloid. It was tough, though.
Posted on 06/07/2004 7:43:41 AM PDT by BigWaveBetty
That made me bust a gut!
The MediaCrats have Ph.d's in not getting it. Last Tuesday at President Bush's news conference he said something that made me sit up straight...
...we heard from the new Iraqi government, by the way, today, and the new Prime Minister who stood up and thanked the American people, for which I was grateful. He was speaking to the -- to the mothers and dads and wives and husbands of our brave troops who have helped them become a free country, and I appreciated his strong statement. Link
Grumbling to myself, certainly that bit of news should be on the nightly news networks. So I decided to test it and at the appointed time, switched back and forth with all the big three. Nope, not one network ran the story in the first 15 minutes. And CBS's lead story was the audio tape of Enron employees cheering over bilking California grannies and whooping it up hoping that GWB would be elected.
I could take it no more but waited until the weekend's events had quieted down and then sent a letter to abc, cbs and nbc telling them how I searched in vain on that evening's newscast and didn't find what I thought was an important story. I included the fact that they are not fooling anyone, that their desire is a Kerry WH and if troops have to die and Iraq is left to terrorists to get to that end, it's apparent they have no trouble helping bring that end. And I included this from the WSJ opinion journal:
A myth has developed that Iraqis aren't grateful for their liberation from Saddam. So it's worth noting that the leaders of Iraq's new interim government have been explicit and gracious in their thanks, not that you've heard this from the U.S. media.
First in Arabic and then in English, Prime Minister Iyad Allawi said in his inaugural address to the Iraqi people last Tuesday that "I would like to record our profound gratitude and appreciation to the U.S.-led international coalition, which has made great sacrifices for the liberation of Iraq." In his own remarks, President Ghazi al-Yawer said: "Before I end my speech, I would like us to remember our martyrs who fell in defense of freedom and honor, as well as our friends who fell in the battle for the liberation of Iraq."
Foreign Minister Hoshyar Zebari told the U.N. Security Council much the same thing last Thursday: "We Iraqis are grateful to the coalition who helped liberate us from the persecution of Saddam Hussein's regime. We thank President Bush and Prime Minister Blair for their dedication and commitment."
We thought our readers might like to know. Link
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It is fun to watch all the Reagan haters on the tellie having to bite their lips and talk nicely about The Gipper. Will they explode before Friday?
From Reuters:
In an article to be published on Thursday in People magazine, Reagan's daughter Patti Davis, once the most rebellious of the four Reagan offspring, gave details of her father's final moments at his California home.
Reagan, the 40th U.S. president, died on Saturday at 93 of pneumonia after a long battle with Alzheimer's disease.
"At the last moment, when his breathing told us this was it, he opened his eyes and looked straight at my mother."
"Eyes that hadn't opened for days did, and they weren't chalky or vague. They were clear and blue and full of love. If a death can be lovely, his was," Davis wrote.
I had a long drive yesterday and the only thing I could get on the radio was NPR. Even I was astonished at their negative spin on the news.
So, I entertained myself imagining how Hollywood must be squirming at the prospect of having to pay special tribute to RR at next year's Oscars ceremony. Made me smile just thinking about it.
In other news of the rich and vacuous:
NOT satisfied with just one adopted baby, Angelina Jolie is on the market for another. Jolie, who obtained Maddox from Cambodia, is eyeing Russia for her next child. "By the end of the year, if everything goes well, she will have a new baby," a source told US Weekly. ... "Angelina has always wanted a rainbow family, children from all countries," the source added. (PageSix)
Cindy Adams reports:
Dick Cheney the VP will fill in for George Bush the P at the preliminaries before President Reagan's funeral on Friday. That means, aside from fronting at the early events, the vice president will greet the body upon arrival at Edwards Air Force Base.
Bump
I have that issue of the Enquirer, matter of fact this week I loaded up on the Star, Globe and Enquirer. They all have Chelsea's new face. I will try to scan some more photos.
Also, it is rumoured that J-lo, or Lola as we are told to call her now, is preggers.
Also preggers is Mira Sorvino. She will be marrying her 22 year old waiter this summer. Mira is 36.
I'm just kicking myself for forgetting to take my personal photographer with me the last time I paid respects to the deceased. I'll never make it in politics, at this rate.
Outside View: How Reagan Made My Day
By James E. Rogan
A UPI Outside View commentarybr>
Washington, DC, Jun. 9 (UPI) -- One afternoon in 1973 I was still in high school when I read that Gov. Ronald Reagan would be attending a luncheon at the Boundary Oaks Restaurant, located in nearby Walnut Creek, Calif. The cost of attending a private reception with Reagan, eating lunch and then hearing him speak was $6 - - tax and tip included.
Since I didn't have the six bucks, I snuck in when the door was momentarily left unattended.
Reagan had little chance to enjoy the lunch served that day: he spent most of his time shaking hands and signing autographs for admirers. I noticed something intriguing about the speech notes Reagan reviewed while awaiting his introduction: they were handwritten in blue ink on a stack of 4-by-6-inch index cards. I made up my mind to ask Reagan to give me his original speech notes when the luncheon was over.
When he finished his speech, he was whisked to a private room in the restaurant to huddle with a small delegation of state legislators. The luncheon guests lingering outside Reagan's meeting room gradually dwindled as the hours passed. Finally, only a 10-year old boy holding an old Brownie camera and I remained to meet Reagan.
Three hours after my stakeout began, the governor's aide told the boy and me that Reagan was about to leave and that his limousine had been brought around back. The aide suggested we wait in the rear parking lot to get our pictures. We took his advice and arrived just in time to see Reagan quickly walking to his car. The boy with the Brownie froze; his reflexes were too slow to snap Reagan's picture as the governor prepared to depart. Unaware of our presence, Reagan climbed into the limousine and the motorcade started pulling away.
Just then, Reagan looked over his shoulder and saw the boy holding the old camera, his face etched in disappointment. Reagan leaned forward and tapped the driver on his shoulder. The limousine stopped, backed up to where the boy stood, and Reagan rolled down his window.
"Hi, son!" Reagan called out. "Were you waiting to get a picture of me?" With no reporters or crowd around to witness his act of generosity, Reagan climbed out of the car, greeted the boy, posed for pictures with him, and thanked him for waiting.
When Reagan shook my hand, I told him about my growing political memorabilia collection, and then asked if he would autograph his speech notes and give them to me. Reagan grimaced at my request. "Well," he said with a heavy air of reluctance, "you see, I'll need to give this speech more than once, and I don't have another copy of it. My staff will kill me if I don't come back with it," he said, his voice fading.
Sensing my opportunity slipping away, and remembering how the sad-faced child with the Brownie camera played on Reagan's sympathy, I dropped my head and stuck out a pouting, protruding lower lip while rubbing my eyes as Reagan tried to turn me down. "I understand," I said with a heaving sigh. "It's all right. Don't worry about it ..."
Recognizing his defeat, Reagan conceded: "OK, OK," he exclaimed with a twinkle in his eye. "You win! You may not be able to make heads or tails out of my writing, but here they are." He produced the cards from his jacket pocket, penned his name on the last page, and turned over the set to me. Each speech card was handwritten on one side: on the other side were notes typed in large black font. Reagan explained that the typed side was his reading copy of a speech he delivered earlier to the California Highway Patrol.
Never one to waste paper, Reagan said he used the back of those typed cards for that day's address: "I sat in my hotel room last night and wrote out the speech I gave today on the back of the CHP speech," Reagan said. "So you're really getting two speeches for the price of one!"
Eight years later, Ronald Reagan was the United States' newly installed president, while I was a struggling law school student. A financial crisis hit and I needed about $1,500 to pay for tuition and expenses, or else I risked losing my seat in school.
Faced with the choice of being kicked out of school or selling the notes, I had no alternative but to part with the treasured Reagan gift. However, I refused to sell the entire set: I kept page one of Reagan's notes in my collection, and sold pages 2 through 8.
As Paul Harvey would say, here's the rest of the story: Almost 20 more years went by. About the time President Clinton's impeachment came to an end, I was sifting through part of my memorabilia collection when I came upon page 1 of Ronald Reagan's Boundary Oaks Restaurant speech notes.
I looked at it for a long time, thinking about the irony: if Ronald Reagan had not given me those notes in 1973, I might not have finished law school. That meant I never would have become a prosecutor, a judge, a state legislator, a member of Congress, or a House Manager in the impeachment trial of a U.S. president.
Still pining over the forced sale, I hoped that Reagan would forgive me if he knew I sold the notes to finish my education and use it for public service.
A week or so later, I was flipping through an auction catalog of political memorabilia for sale. I almost fell out of my chair when I turned the page and saw what constituted Auction Lot #73 in the sale: It was pages 2 through 8 of my old Reagan speech note cards! The original purchaser died, and his heirs were selling his collection. I placed my bid on Lot #73 and then stayed up late into the night of the auction tracking my progress.
When the sun rose the next morning, Auction Lot #73 - - Ronald Reagan's Boundary Oaks Restaurant speech notes from 1973 -- were once again mine.
There is an interesting footnote to this episode: Martin Anderson, a former aide to Reagan who has researched and written multiple books from Reagan's handwritten archives, told me that these notes are the only known complete set of Reagan's famous 4x6 handwritten speech cards outside the possession of the Reagan Library, and the only known set autographed by Reagan to exist. Apparently, nobody thought to ask Reagan to sign his speech cards before I came along, and nobody bothered to ask after.
Later this week, my family and I will stand along Constitution Avenue in downtown Washington with hundreds of thousands of other mourners. I'll watch a riderless horse escort a flag draped casket to the Capitol. When it passes, I'll remember that grimace I gave him when I was a kid, followed by the twinkle in his eye when he handed me that stack of note cards. Like others, I'll remember what he did for the United States, but I'll also remember what he did for me.
Well, Hillary is a WMD - Witch w/ Massive Derriere..
10 posted on 06/09/2004 2:45:21 PM CDT by dirtboy (John Kerry - Hillary without the fat ankles and the FBI files...)
It was a busy morning, approximately
8:30 am, when an elderly Gentleman, in
his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his
thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an
appointment at 9:00 am. I took his vital signs and
had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour
before someone would to able to see him.
I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I
was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate
his wound. On exam it was well healed, so I talked to
one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove
his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in
conversation. I asked him if he had a doctor's
appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.
The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the
nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.
I then inquired as to her health. He told me that
she had been there for a while and that she was a
victim of Alzheimer Disease.
As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound, I
asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late.
He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that
she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him. "And you still go
every morning, even though she doesn't know who you
are?" He smiled as he patted my hand and said. "She
doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps
on my arms, and thought, "That is the kind of
love I want in my life."
True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True
love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will
be, and will not be.
Good friends are like stars..You don't always see
them, but you always know they're there.
Forgive me for revisiting this, but your post reminds me that my mother tells me President Reagan's death has brought back to her all she went through as my father's caregiver during his years with Alzheimers. For the last five months of his life, he was in a nursing home and she visited every day. After a while, he seemed not to recognize her at all, and I never was sure he recognized me when I could get there to visit, but even after that, every once in a while he'd tell her, "I love you." Those are the moments you hang on to, hoping that the fog in his brain has lifted just for that instant. This is what Patti Davis described when, in Mr. Reagan's last moment of life, he looked at Nancy with what seemed to be clear, comprehending eyes.
Yep - we never know what they that "don't know" know, or what our visits to them may mean to them...several months back, I awakened with the strong need to go and see my fil in the nursing home at 3 a.m. - I had not been out to visit him in over a year.
He was all hunkered down into a semi-fetal position, and not knowing anything that I could tell; but I sat next to his bed, and visited with him about all the stuff that had happened in my life since I'd met and married his daughter...it was kind of a soliloquy, on my part, but I never felt as good as I did "talking" with him for several hours.
His death notice was in the next day's paper.
I am so glad that "whatever" awakened me.
The most important part is that you listened
A trailer for the film shows former First Lady Senator Hillary Clinton holding a cookie tray like an obedient housewife.
And in another short clip, an image of National Security Adviser Condoleezza Rice changes to make her appear topless, with her arms crossed over her chest.
Film company Paramount said it had not received any complaints about the images, being shown across the US ahead of the film's release on June 11.
It was not clear whether Mrs Clinton or Ms Rice even knew that they appeared in the commercial.
The film is based on the original 1975 thriller by director Bryan Forbes, which itself was taken from the book by Ira Levin.
It is about a small town in the state of Connecticut where it emerges that the wives of the wealthy men who live there are "perfect" because they have been replaced by robots.
Condi Rice must really scare the heck out of some people. I pray Condi run for president in '08.
I've about had it with all the media commentators citing Mikail Gorbachav as a man "who, along with Reagan, ended the Cold War".
Do they remember Gorby under house arrest at his dacha? He didn't go willingly. We all knew he was lucky to get out alive.
I don't know a lot about her position on important issues, but on the surface, I certainly could work for her.
I'm also interested in learning more about Colorado Governor Owens, who at this point is one of the "sleepers'.
If anyone reading this message sees articles regarding Governor Owen, please ping me to them.
The most important part is that you listened
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Whom, or whatever, it was, was so strong and clear that I could not misunderstand the message, nor could I not act upon it.
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22 Years of Cats - the musical
Memory (Daylight)
Daylight, see the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading.
Roses wither away.
Like the sunflower I yearn to turn my face to the dawn.
I am waiting for the day.
Now Old Deuteronomy, just before dawn
Through a silence you feel you could cut with a knife,
Announces the cat who can now be reborn
And come back to a different Jellicle Life.
Memory, turn your face to the moonlight.
Let your memory lead you.
Open up, enter in
And if you find there the meaning of what happiness is,
Then a new life will begin.
Memory, all alone in the moonlight.
I can smile at the old days.
I was beautiful then.
I remember the time I knew what happiness was.
Let the memory live again.
Burnt out ends of smokey days.
The stale cold smell of morning.
The streetlamp dies, another night is over and
Another day is dawning.
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise.
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in.
When the dawn comes,
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin.
Sunlight, through the trees in the summer.
Endless masquerading
Like a flower as the dawn is breaking.
The memory is fading.
Touch me, it's so easy to leave me.
All alone with the memory of my days in the sun.
If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is.
Look, a new day has begun.
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