A Tribute To George W. Bush

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No doubt about it, the Inauguration of President Elect Obama

is a moment that we should celebrate.

But in all of  joy that we will be feeling and sharing, I think we need to remember those of us who are no longer here to celebrate with us because of the actions of

George W. Bush.

That’s what this song by

Ronnie Ray Jenkins does.

It remembers.

Thank You Ronnie Ray and keep singing for us.

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( note below is from Ronnie Ray Jenkins.Com )

George W. Bush Jr deserves a tribute of sorts. …He goes back to the freshly painted mansion in Dallas, missed by few, but will always be remembered. If the spirits could talk, what would they ask of their loved ones? In this case, this ghost soldier wants Bush and Cheney to remember how their lies, cost him his life.

RRJ

 

“They Lied…We Died”

We walked the waving hill of wheat, the day I said goodbye

With sunbeams on our shoulders, and teardrops in your eyes

Your glowing face was filled with pride, and mine was filled with glory

Now you know, as this ghost does, their cause was just a story.

I promised you that I’d return, as we walked hand in hand

With whispered dreams as lovers do with marriage in our plans

Of raising baseball playing kids and we’d watch them from the stands

Of fishing trips, and picnics, and castles made of sand.

But they lied.

Yes, they lied.

And we died.

And you cried.

When the singing wind reminds you of how things used to be

Don’t cry for me, I’m singing still… upon some gentle breeze

Now, I’m all around you in the moon, the stars and sky

Ever young in memory because of rich men’s lies.

Yes, they lied.

And we died.

And you cried.

All our dreams are empty now, my soul floats with regret

Cheated of this life of mine, I hadn’t lived it yet.

Someday I know that you’ll move on, young lovers always do,

There is just one thing that I am gonna ask of you

Is remind that man in Dallas, and in Wyoming too,

That their lies pulled the trigger, and took me away from you.

And they lied.

And we died.

And you cried.

Yes I Will

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When I was about 9- so this was in 1973, I belonged to this Girl Scout ( don’t laugh or I’ll smack you with my badgeless sash ) type group called ” The Bluebirds “

Along with the other projects I didn’t do for Bluebirds because I was a latch key kid and my Mom would have killed me if I’d messed around with the stove when she wasn’t at home ( they focused on you earning your badges through lots and lots of homemaking skills back then)  I also missed out on those sewing and outdoor projects because my Mom was scared of what was happening to her feet and to a lesser degree her hands.

My Mom worked in this apple processing plant where she found out- a little to late-that she was allergic to apples and the skin on her hands and feet were peeling off and blistering and leaving her looking like something from a Sci-Fi Movie.

Why didn’t my Dad help me?

Because he wasn’t Mike Brady – you know the dad from the Brady Bunch- my Dad was a Cook back then with long weird work hours and you bet your backside I wasn’t going to bother him when he would crawl through the door at night either.

So I was totally badgeless and sometimes I forgot to bring treats and it was a good thing I could box because if you think you can just talk your way out of corner you’ve been backed into by a bunch of angry 9 year olds who are expecting donuts or something for ” Treat Time ” you are seriously mistaken.

So as a Bluebird I sucked.

And then redemption came.

 One day, we had to come up with an idea for ” Volunteer Day “.

We had to sit around in a circle and come up with something we could do to help people in our neighborhood or schools.

I had a brilliant idea.

Day after day in School I had to sit there and listen to some of my friends struggle through ‘reading time’. And in some cases not just struggle- they either cried or refused to read at all.

I, on the other hand had managed to find something I could do well because Badgeless Me was reading two years up from my grade.

 So there was something I could do to help.

I said, ” We could help kids practice reading “.

My Leader looked at me like I had just suggest we make Doggie Doo-Doo sandwiches and hand them out to starving people. ” Anita, that is not a  good idea. No one is going to want to sit around and listen to kids read.”

So what did my little Troop do?

We decided to lip sync that song ” Snoopy Vs The Red Baron  for old people at Nursing Homes who “didn’t have anybody.”

That was how we ‘helped’ our community.

Once.

They did it once.

I walked my Sister to and from her ballet class that day and a lot of other classes after that day even though I had a lot of other fun things I could have been doing instead.

I offered to do it.

Volunteered you may say.

So on Monday, when we are asked to participate in a National Day of Service I am going to go through my books, chose ones that really meant something to me and I am going to donate them to a shop by my bus stop where the money goes to help the homeless.

So why do that?

Because it’s a sacrifice, because books still matter to me, because reading matters to me

because a long time ago

A Little Bluebird told me too.

links to participate in National Day of Service below

2009 King Day of Service Will Be Largest Ever –
11,400 Projects and Counting!

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America Serves at Change.Gov

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Reflecting On January 20, 2009

These are my  thoughts as a writer and as a Political Activist on the upcoming Inauguration

of

President Elect Barack Obama.

I know that I kid around a lot on this blog and my short stories are  all about ghosts and zombies, cannibals and Werewolves but hey, sometimes you have to sit down and just reflect-

no matter how crazy things are around or inside of you.

This is what I’ve come up with- it took a lot of thought and I put more into it then most of  other attempts at ‘serious writing’.

Okay.

This is me turning into a Political Blowviating Blogger

for this one time and one time only

and

it will never happen again because doing this type of writing was too hard:::

We’re getting a real  President! We’re getting a real   President! We’re getting a real  President!

ha- ha- ha- ha- ha!

ps enjoy the LOL pics.

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Obama Pictures and McCain Pictures

Obama Pictures and McCain Pictures

On Exploding Whales

Today I was reading this story about an

 exploding whale

exploding-whalesand thought

Wow.

I should really put something up at my blog about why I haven’t been posting on a regular basis.

But who cares about me and my flu and cold challenged system?

Goodness knows I don’t-

otherwise I wouldn’t be here right now looking for the perfect LOL cat to end this post with.

::::But it was so worth it and here it is::::

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So There

Have you ever invited people to go to Hell?

Me?

I’ve probably sent half of the Earth’s population there by now-

twice.

And then one day I thought –

what if you really did have the power to send people you hated to Hell.

Can imagine what would happen if the Devil woke up one day down there in Hell and there were all these people just standing around, bringing down the value of Real Estate and probably depleting Hell’s natural resources?

He stand there with all of his friends from Hell’s Exclusive Country Club who expect their Dark Lord to have more control of their Domain so he’d have to get all huffy and self rightous and yell  ” Where the HELL did you people come from?”

And then all of these people would say, ” Oh. Anita sent us here”

Now there’s a picture I’d rather not dwell on.

Instead I’m going to take a cue from Natile Dee and say this- plus if I’m really upset I can send them this picture:::

no-muffins

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Who could have thought cursing could be so much fun?

And Yummy Too.

2009

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::::My 2009 resolutions are simple::::

I want to write more.

Oh.

And I want to have a little less fun

because I’m sure you know- to much of a good thing isn’t good for you.

Also.

I’d like to be a little more sarcastic, you know to round out my personality more.

That’s it.

I’ll let you know how it goes.

Cheers!

Anita Marie

 

Martians Go Home

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Do you know what happens to suburbanites who can’t get to the Mall during things like Snowstorms and power outages and floods?

They get Cabin Fever.

That’s what some of my friends told me they had after being stuck at home during the snow storms and cold we had here in Washington State- which was funny. Not the snow part but them using phrases like ‘Cabin Fever’.

I don’t think most of them have ever seen a real cabin- unless it was on one of those TV stations that  shows reruns of  “Little House On The Prairie “

Anyway- what they went through was not a pretty sight.

Back to the story- as I listened to these ordeals I learned something new- ” Cabin Fever ” is no longer ‘a slang term for a claustrophobic reaction that takes place when a person or group is isolated and/or shut in, for an extended period’ it is now  code for ” I couldn’t get to the Mall.”

Let me tell you, nothing is more sad then to witness another human being stripped of the thing that gives them purpose in life, a goal, satisfaction- a reason for being.

Oh.

And Pleasure.

The Mall.

If it were a Woman men would kill for it and if it was a Man women would have surgery for it.

Come on, you know it’s true.

Anyway.

As I listened to my friends describe their own versions of  being trapped in ” Hell House” I thought of all of those Sci-Fi Movies where we get invaded and totally slapped down by Bugs that wear spacesuits and realized how unlikely that sort of thing was- but not for the reasons you may think.

I thought that if Aliens came down from outer space and landed on the freeway and the Army ( or would it be NASA or the Air Force or Homeland Security? ) had to shut down I-5 and cut off access to Alderwood, Northgate, and Westlake Mall  those Invaders would  get their Space Suited Hineys whipped and kicked all the way back to their homeplanets as a bunch of  Soccer Moms chased after them  while waving their Blackberrys in the air and screaming, ” Move this thing off the freeway you jackasses, I have  A LIFE !”

It’s sad to think that some of us wouldn’t hock a loogie on another human being if they were on fire- but they would beat back the Devil and all of his minions with their bare hands to get to a sale at Macy’s.

I don’t think some people developed Cabin Fever during the storm and went a little nuts.

I don’t think that at all.

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Washington Territory's first Lunatic Asylum 1888

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s A New Thing I Picked Up

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Every year I make a list of New Years Resolutions

and every year what I end up with is a

” What NOT to do New Years List “

Except for 2008.

In 2008 there were two things on my list.

Write more and  often and start practicing magic tricks again..

The writing Resolution I kept.

The Magic thing?

I think I’m going to go for it.

Again.

Can you imagine being able to pull  that one off?

Cool.

Very, very cool.

:::So for a little inspiration:::

Magic Tricks- AND Treats

with Derren Brown and David Tennant

On The Ninth Day

:::: A Twelve Day Journey To Christmas Day-

OR

Will Anita Marie Get Her Fiji Mermaid THIS Year?:::

Today

On

Day Nine

Anita Marie Wonders

Is It M-all It’s All Cracked Up To Be?

On my very long commute home from work we drove by a Mall surrounded by ice and snow.

It’s a very pretty Mall with an outdoor carousel just across the street in the Park.

It’s awesome, especially at night. 

Seattle Traveler
Photo:Seattle Traveler

But it was day and the snow- which is frozen on the sidewalk and in some places looks like a mini-mountain range- made me wonder:

Would I send my family into uncharted waters, dangerous situations for the gift at the top of my wish list- which in my case is

The Fiji Mermaid:

Hope you get what you really want this Christmas!

“Fifi”

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:::gift from Cle:::

No.

I wouldn’t-

and my rapaciousness for my very own Monkey/Fish is boundless.

So as I watched Holiday Shoppers- some of them nearly hitting the icy deck with child and gifts in hand I thought:

I’d be oh so very happy to receive some Divinity Cookies or

a Homemade Pumpkin Pie

:::like what Jade Makes:::

Thanksgiving Pumpkin Pie Prepared from Scratch, Autumn 2007, © Copyright 2007 Jade Leone Blackwater

Or a Collection of Thoughts and Ideas shared

the way Lori- 

a friend from

The Soul Food Cafe

Writers Group

 did

 HERE 

And socks I’d be over the moon for a pair of socks knitted by a woman

called

Shewolf

and if I had a friend

( and I do, fa-la-la-)

Who created a Calender that was designed to showcase the works of her friends?

I mean, who could NOT be very happy with something like that.

And the questions would come to me again-demanding an answer- would I send my friends and family into unsafe places to get me a Fiji Mermaid? Even though my heart will surely break to find that now-after 31+ years of asking my wonderful Monkey / Fish is again out in the world, somewhere without me?

When I think of that Dad stumbling over the ice and snow to get into the Mall with his three year old in tow- and you know if  Dad had slipped he  probably would have broken  BOTH of his arms to keep his child from hitting the deck-

or how I felt when I saw a woman slide and then catch herself against a bench- her head snapping back and her shopping bag clenched protectively to her chest

I think the answer is

HELL NO.

:::However::::

For one thing- for any one thing in the cases or lining the walls of

Ye Olde Curiousity Shoppe in Seattle?

Seattle Municipal Archives

Photo:Seattle Municipal Archives

Well.

There IS  my

birthday to think about.

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