Posted on 01/12/2006 8:39:35 AM PST by dhls
Fellow Americans, there comes a time every mans life when we must give up ourselves before we are worthy to recieve. There comes a time in this war on terror when in order to protect liberty, we have to give it up in the mean time for safty. That's right folks. Today, Americans have forsaken the creator for the creation and have decided that they would value our "civil liberties" than protecting western civilization and rich white people from the tender mercies of radical Islamic terrorists. Selfish liberals insist and whine that Bush has no right to spy on Americans and ban certain undesirables from using our airlines. They demand the right to criticize and blaspheeme the name of our supreme commander and cheef George W Bush while forcing multiculturalism down our throats and praising Bill Clinton. We all know however that it's totally Clintons fult for everything bad in america. Now we are at war and we must make a decision. support the safty of America and defeat terrorists, or support civil liberties and give victory to the enemy. Its all because of Bill Clinton and civil liberties that we are in this war so it is only fair that we give it up. no one said life was supposed to be fair you liberal crybabys. Dont give me that rubbish about equality and diversity. WE ARE AT WAR! If your not for Bush and against civil liberties your a terrorist! Your probably even a Communist and should be detained. Therefore fellow Americans we must throw all of our trust and resources behind George W Bush and behind this war with no ifs ands or buts. Be sure to report any and all detractors and freedom supporters to your local military and never question. Bush knows what hes doing and we will win this war once and for all. Thank you and May God bless America.
I went offline while it was storming badly out. It's sprinkling a big, but no lightning or thunder now.
Is your place lathe and plaster or wall board?
I find wall board repels the cold and heat from outside better.
I think it's plaster.
I'm heading out for the evening. Goodnight!
You have a good one, I'm sorry that I am not tying a lot, I was getting ready to go out and had to take care of the pooch.
How's the tennis going?
I have a bad ankle from playing tennis.
I have been playing tennis for many years, but not lately. Wish I could find a partner to play with.
Watch out that backhand! It could go down the line or cross court. One-and-a-half back hand comes natural to me. Can't say the say about my forehand.
I'm dying to start playing again this Spring!
Morning!
I've had a fabulous workout and have survived the "bat in the house" episode, so I'm thinking today has the makings of being a good day.
How are all of you?
Awake, but not dressed yet. We're threatened with bad weather starting this afternoon, so I'll probably take the Horde to the library this morning, once they've emptied the dishwasher, sorted the laundry, swept the floors and taken the trash out!
Good news about the bat!
You're getting the same front that we are getting now....high winds and freezing temps. Brrrrrr.
The bat was horrid, and I humiliated myself and frightened the children in order to get rid of the blasted thing. *shudder*
Palindrome mine?
Another palindrome for my collection. Do I get something chocolatey for it? Just to gaze longingly at, not to eat? Huh, huh? Pretty please?
Morning, Alice! Good Morning, T-C!
Another Spring day for us, darn that stupid groundhog neighbor of yourn.
Of course, Winter will arrive again in time for the weekend.
Good Morning!
Some Philly editorialist suggested that Phila. import Punxsatawney Phil to Phila. for the 4th of July celebration b/c he's such a lucrative, low-tech crowd pleaser...sell chances on whether or not he sees his shadow by the glare of the fireworks and what it's supposed to mean, or something....
My kids would probably want to keep a bat as a pet. We had mice in the attic a couple of years ago, but we haven't had bats, at this point.
The troops are not very motivated this morning. Twerps. Maybe we'll skip the library and just go to the Post Office for stamps.
We suspect this bat came in from the attic when Tertia went searching for a Barbie doll.
We came home from piano lessons, for a quick pit-stop before rushing off to swim practice, and Tertia screamed that there was a bat in the house. I asked where it was and she screamed again that it was in the "homeschooling" room. She was right. There it was, flitting around the room, with the cats in hot pursuit.
Apparently, the cats had double teamed it while Tertia was watching: Mcxlplx had it pinned to the carpet and Minerva had her mouth over it. The screams startled the cats, who let the thing go.
It flew right at me. I behaved like a complete girl and screamed. Let me tell you, when a "motivated" mezzo screams, it is LOUD! Even the neighbor heard me.
Anyway, my scream terrified Tertia and Quartus, who sought refuge in the basement, screaming and locking doors as they went. They even locked the cat door, the only access the cats have to the cat pan, by the way, because they were afraid the bat would try to come through it. Of course, I only found out about the locked cat door after we had left the house for swim practice, but I digress.
The bat took off down the corridor towards the living room and dining room. There are no doors dividing these spaces, so trapping the bat was out of the question.
Instead, I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and chased down the nasty creature in the living room, where I alternately attempted to swat it from the sky and dove to the carpet to get out of it's way. (I'm convinced it had fangs that were this big and that it could jump/fly this far.)
Meanwhile, my two eldest children, Primus and Secundus, alerted by my screams, stood outside the front storm door and watched the proceedings. Little darlings that they are, they stood there and openly laughed at me. (They will pay later, at a time and, in a manner, of my choosing.)
I managed to successfully stun the horrid, fanged creature, scooped him up in the towel, and dumped him outside on what was left of the snow.
Secundus was sure that I'd killed the bat, which is no more than it deserved for entering the house without permission, but I assured him that it was still breathing. Primus demanded that we take a picture, which we did, and he stuck around long enough to watch the bat rouse itself and fly off to relative safety.
Now, the hubby and I have to go into the attic to figure out how the bat got in and to determine whether or not he had "friends". I'm all for bats, but they will, by G*d, stay outdoors like civilized creatures!
The hubby reported that he had to soothe Tertia before putting her to bed last night. She said that she was now afraid of bats. He said, "You mean bats like the one behind you?"
Much screaming and leaping about ensued.
Thank goodness I was not here to witness it.
If I can transfer the pic to the laptop, and remember how to post it, I will. He was just a common brown bat, but he seemed very formidable when he was flying at me with his saber-toothed fangs bared and at the ready.....*shuddering*
Hysterical! At least the cats were doing their duty, until they were interrupted.
If you have more bats in the belfry, you'll smell them before you see them!
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