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25 December 2007

I don’t know if it’s pure delirium at this point or what – but this is how our Christmas night ended:

i just found a huge hole in my pants! Lmao!!

in the ass

troys got a huge grin on his face - brat

and the dog sniffed through the hole when i just bent over! YUCK!!!

damn dogs why do they have to have wet (cold) noses??!

now I got a cold wet spot in the crack of my ass

ugh!

now next time someone asks me if I have had my butt sniffed (Tail wags && Butt sniffs) I can say yea and it wasn't any fun either!

troy wishes he got it on video

yeah right - that would be destroyed by now if it was

like – I’d so be cookin marshmallows on it right now

okay.....dog must want water. she's killing herself hanging half out the window licking the rain off the truck

she's weird…..don’t try to defend her – I know that she is! she knows how to open pop and water bottles

she holds it between her paws and turns the lid with her mouth

she can even open the childproof ones on medication bottles! You know, the ones you have to push down and turn at the same time? Yup, no problem for miss smarty pants – little brat

LMAO!! now she is licking the INSIDE of the front window that the rain on the OUTSIDE is running down! omg it's hysterical! She looks at me laughing my ass off at her and starts hopping up and down, her long ears flapping in the breeze like “YaY! I did it!” What exactly she did – besides streak the window – I don’t know, but Troy ought to be happy with her latest window art. He HATES all the nose art she leaves for him. I think that he’s just given up on trying to teach her not to leave any more nose art for him – it’s a lost cause

we got her a candy cane bone for christmas and she jumped up on troy's seat with it in her mouth and promptly hung it on the open window like: THERE! Now the truck is decorated for Christmas!

ugh, she just stole my eeyore again i have told her a hundred times - her toys squeak mine do not

geeeez!

kids!

i mean dogs!

somethin else aren't they

same dif if you ask me

I love her to peices! I am so glad we got her she really cheers us up when we are sad or mad….

as I am saying this she decides its bath time - time to clean the crotch! Her own – in case you were wondering….

we have just broken her of the habit of peeing on my bed

it is so gross when they do that

my friend had a dog that pooped in shoes all the time

pee, i can deal with - but don't want to…..

poop? - NO WAY!

I couldn't even deal with it potty training my kids! I threw their under wear away if they pooped in them!

GROSS!!

my mom was like “you rinse them in the toilet and then....” WOAH! Wait a gosh darn minute! I DO NOT put my hands in the toilet!! not now, not ever, especially not for a pair of damn panties which I myself don't even wear!!

oh, it gets better....

“then you take the bar of soap” – (FROM THE TUB! yes! the one you shower with later!) – “and rub out the stain”!

and for the final hoopla you hang them STAIN SIDE out on the close line facing the road that the school buses pass every damn weekday - why? so the kids on the bus can place bets as to whose underwear got skid marks!

save the child the trauma and need for years of therapy and just THROW THEM AWAY!!!!!!

you can go to the garage sale next door in the morning and buy new ones for a nickel a piece!

it's waaaaaaaaaaay cheaper than therapy

can you tell I haven't worked on this one yet?!

well I better go get out of my "airy" pants before I forget about it and flash someone by accident

I can just see us getting pulled over - "Um, officer, I was doing the speed limit" "yep son, I know, but the woman there flashed her ass at me when you went past and I am going to have to cite her for indecent exposure"…..

I’ll shut up now.

Christmas is the best time of year. I love this holiday as many do because it is so cheery and “family oriented”…. or supposed to be that is. This year, I have had to be away from my children on the day I hold most dear to me. This has ripped a gigantic hole in my heart, but to my relief, they are happy and well. Santa was really good to them this year, so all my absence to earn the money (to pay off Santa) has not been in vain. I keep telling myself that the thing that really REALLY matters is that they are happy and content. Let me have the pain and the sorrow. Let them be children, for when tomorrow comes….and don’t you believe that tomorrow never comes, because indeed it does – way too soon….they will no longer be innocent children. Too soon they will learn what a mean and hateful world we live in. Let’s keep the magic just a bit longer…..

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Brandi, who is now 7 years old; drew a map AND wrote directions for Santa to get to her house from the school! She told my mom that he never ever brings her what she asks for so this year we got a VERY detailed list and followed it to the letter! Even my mom, who HATES Santa with a passion got into the spirit and helped us get their Santa presents; that was really cool. I wish I was there to see them get exactly what they wanted from Santa, but my mom has been wonderful with calling us and taking pictures and emailing them to me…..thanks mom! You have really helped me cope through this time without them.

The kids are really doing very well considering all that they have been through this past year. I think that they are doing better than I am most of the time! But, that’s good. If they were struggling the way that I am, it would break my heart.

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Speaking of struggling…..

Troy & I awoke this Christmas morning to the phone ringing at 3:30am. Knowing that no one calls at that hour unless it is pre-arranged we knew someone was in trouble. It was Troy’s brother who talked to him until he was sure he was awake and then his mom got on the phone and told him that there had been a fire in the house. They all got out safely, but the entire house is a total and complete loss. The family is devastated. They have lived there for over 30 years.

Their entire livelihood – gone in a flash…

Troy’s mom was sobbing and his dad was numb. Remembering that his dad has recently been diagnosed with a heart condition and that he is not to be under ANY stress, the attention quickly turned to him and they realized he was in trouble. He was having difficulty breathing and his chest hurt. The fire marshal, who knew him well, thought that he might be having a heart attack and called for the ambulance to take him to the hospital. Hours later, and after a myriad of tests were preformed, it came back inconclusive. They forwarded the tests on to Rochester, to be examined tomorrow but more professionals. Then the hospital sent him home. But where is home when home is not there any more? They are staying with some family members for the night and see what tomorrow brings.

Troy, meanwhile, is 2,000 miles from home and under a load. This is usually a good thing, but now he needs to get home. He has worked diligently since starting this job and has helped numerous other drivers out in their time of need to get home. The reason he is out here on Christmas day and not at home with the kids and family is so that all the other drivers could be at home. A call was sent out to all the drivers within the route and wouldn’t ya know it? Not a one of them will help him. Troy trudges wearily on doing his job – while his thoughts and prayers are at home. Hoping and praying that soon, he might be able to go home and help his family.

The author here is hoping that Santa will put in some overtime and be able to help the situation. You know what the oddity of this situation is? The fire alarm that did work this time - has never worked before! The ones that didn't work this time have always worked before?? Hmmm...

10 December 2007

X rated but hilarious!!

Q.) Why does a penis have a hole in the end?
A.) So men can be open minded.

Q.) What's the speed limit of sex?
A.) 68 because at 69 you eat it.

Q.) What does a Rubix cube and a penis have in common?
A.) The longer you play with them, the harder they get.

Q.) What's the difference between your paycheck and your dick?
A.) You don't have to beg your wife to blow your paycheck!

Q.) Three words to ruin a man's ego...
A.) "Is it in?"

Q.) What do you get when you cross Raggedy Ann and the
Pillsbury Dough Boy?
A.) A red headed bitch with a yeast infection.

Q.) How can you tell when an auto mechanic just had sex?
A.) One of his fingers is clean.

Q.) What do you do with 365 used rubbers?
A.) Melt them down make a tire, and call it a Goodyear.

Q.) What do bungee jumping and hookers have in common?
A.) They both cost a hundred bucks and if the rubber breaks, you're screwed.

09 December 2007

Conflict Resolution Process - Time for me to get my poop in a group, ya'll

My problem encompasses both my work and my significant other – my boyfriend. He is an over-the-road (OTR) truck driver, driving the 48 continental US and I am his administrative assistant. I do go out with him over the road, because it is nearly impossible for me to be in constant communication with him at all times. Aspects of my job working for him include, but are not limited to:

* All written and oral communication with the company to whom he is leased to; including his dispatcher and payroll.

* All written and oral communication with the clients whose loads he delivers.

* All of his paperwork: logbook, financials (this requires a lot of work on my part as he is leasing his truck) budgets for the business as well as personal, etc.

* All of the scheduling of maintenance work needing to be done, whether it is preventive or not.

* All of the paperwork dealing with the accountant.

* All the routing and stopping points within the route for breaks and fuel. I also search the internet daily for all the fueling spots between 4 major truck stops for the cheapest fuel to keep costs down.

Needless to say, he may drive 70 hours a week, but I do at least that amount of work along side him. On top of all this, I also carry 12 credits each term in school, with my lowest overall course grade this term being at 91%. I put a lot of time into my school as well. On average, I sleep 2-3 hours per day if that. I am often up continuously for 2-3 days, sometimes more. He gets an average of 8 hours of sleep every night.

While I like my job, and the ability it gives me to do my homework in between; something that many other jobs would not afford me to do, I have a really difficult time working with him. We have been together for over a year and doing this work arrangement for a year now. We have had major problems with this arrangement for almost the same amount of time. Prior to our working together, thus being in an 8 X 10 “cell” together 24/7, he treated me with respect. He was sweet; always the romantic. He was always there to help me, and was a saint working with me through the after math of my rape. However, almost right from the start of our working in the truck, he turned 180 degrees on me and is very condescending to me, screams at me throughout each day and from this, I feel like I am less than human. I have endured this treatment day in and day out, missing my kids back home for over a year. One might wonder why I have put up with this for so long? I wrestle with the question on a daily basis. I yearn to be back home with my kids, but I have to work and make money to provide food and shelter for them. Because of my attack, I have not been able to go into a public place more than a dozen times over the past year. I am literally petrified at the thought of going into a Wal*Mart store or being seen by other people. I have tried numerous times to “face my fear” and it has always ended with me having a panic attack. In this situation, I am able to work and make money and not have to go out into the work setting when I am clearly not ready for that yet.

Considering the applications of the Conflict Resolution Process, I have tried a myriad of techniques in order to try to work out our employment situation as well as our relationship. I have become extremely frustrated as nothing has done any good in changing the situation for the better.

Step 1) Decide whether you have a misunderstanding or a true disagreement.

With the close proximity that we have in the truck, everything is shared. The good, the bad and the half going mad! I have, on many occasions, talked to him. I have shared with him how I feel when he screams at me and when I feel he is demeaning me. Admittedly, there have been times when I have been less than diplomatic about talking to him. I have been frustrated for such a long time about this. It has made me angry, but now I am full of rage. When I talk to him about these things, the response I get is both nothing or he will be quiet and when he thinks I am done, he will immediately delve into a demand for information regarding the job, routing, hours left on the drive line in the log book, weather, etc. I have then talked to him about my talking to him; letting him know that I feel ignored and that I need him to hear me. I have told him that I feel really hurt and I know he knows I often cry about the hurt I feel. He tells me there is nothing that he can do. This is the way he is. On a couple of rare intimate conversations, he has told me that he knows he has a “bad temper” and that he needs “help for it” but since he is a truck driver, he can’t go to the doctor. I volunteered to set up an appointment for him, and he thanked me and asked me to go ahead and do it. I did and he cancelled them.

He and I agree on a lot of things in life, both personally and what the job entails. We don’t seem to have a problem with agreement. It seems to be more of a misunderstanding; although I can’t fathom why he doesn’t understand me. I understand him just fine! I understand that he doesn’t care and I don’t know why.

Step 2) Define the problem and collect the facts.

I think that the preface to step one clearly spells that out.

Step 3) Clarify perceptions.

Okay…he tells me that his ex-wife treated him so badly by screaming at him all the time and making him feel like he’s stupid – that’s the reason that he is the way he is today. Hmmm, sound familiar? It sure does to me. And lest we not forget that there are always two sides to every story. And speaking of ex-wife….she’s not his ex….at least not yet! They are still married. He has not even seen her in two years, so….what is he waiting around for? He adamantly and vehemently denies wanting her back, but his lack of seeking a divorce says otherwise. I don’t think that I am being to demanding here. He tells me he loves me. He tells me he wants no one but me. He tells me that he can’t buy me an engagement ring because he isn’t divorced yet. He tells me he wants to marry me; that his marriage is just a piece of paper standing in the way…..*gag* am I supposed to throw my arms around him and say “YES! I will marry you – that is a sweet thing to say!” (??) I don’t think so…sorry Charlie. I tell him I have had enough and that I want out of the relationship – his response to me is there’s the door. No love lost there, huh?

Step 4) Generate options for mutual gain.

Hmmm, ok. I stay with him – he makes more money and gets what he wants. Me? I get (another) migraine. Yep…gettin’ em about every day now. I should buy stock in Vikaden and Relpex. Remind me to do that later, will ya? I don’t see that we can work this out for mutual gain. I mean that would take both of us trying to make it work. He is just sitting there on his dead ass waiting for me to “let it blow over” and for things to get back to normal – which is me taking all his shit again. It’s like beating a dead horse. I can’t and therefore won’t even try to change him. I have wasted too many years of my life doing that with other men and I am not going to even attempt it with him. I am a mother of three children that I am trying to raise to the best of my ability and keep my sanity. I can’t afford mentally to try and raise a boyfriend or another husband! Go home to your Mama, boy! Let her finish the job she started.

Step 5) Implement options with integrity.

Well, I need to define those options, since step four is pointless at this juncture. My options are:

* Option I – Stay in the relationship; being miserable – not able to give and receive the love and respect that I need. I want very much to be close to him, but he is so hateful. I decided that if I was dead, he’d be happy. Why should I stay with that? That isn’t a relationship – certainly not one that I want to be a part of! With the rape and the torture that I have endured in my life, I need someone to take care of me! Loving care. He promised the other day to rub lotion on my aching, swollen feet. Of course, he didn’t. Then, when I pointed out to him that I had been looking forward to that (ehem! Loving moment) he got angry with me! He had volunteered to do it in the first place! So then he decides he’s going to do it right now! And bitches and complains about wanting to get this done and that done and now he can’t cuz he has to do this and there won’t be time afterward…Having swollen feet, they hurt. I look forward to him rubbing them softly, and soothing them. Riiiiiiiiiiiight! He grabs them, yanks my socks off which feels as if he has tried to amputate my feet with a dull knife. I shriek because it hurt so bad it took my breath away. Then, he begins pounding on my feet with his fingertips which he screamed at me that he had to use, instead of his palm like I asked. It feels like my feet are going to explode from the pounding. He screams he’s not doing it that hard to which I look at him and he has his whole body weight leaned into my foot. Not that hard, huh? My foot! (No pun intended) From the look of it you would have thought that he was trying to grind solid cement with his bare hands. The whole time he is doing this, I am screaming from the major pain that I am in. I can hardly breathe and feel as though the world is spinning – like I am in the gravitron; one of those rides at the fair that spin you senseless. You can see that there is puke flying all around you, but there is nothing that you can do to avoid it or get away from it. Naturally and instinctively my toes curl when he is doing this kneading of the bottoms of my feet and he screams for me to stop doing that and yanks again on my leg. I try to tell him I can’t help it – that it’s a natural reaction that I have always had – I open my mouth, but the pain is so intense that the words don’t come out. I feel sick; like I am going to throw up. I feel the veins in my head and eyes pounding like they are going to implode. By now I am bawling uncontrollably. He tells me he had to do it; there were knots in my feet. Does he hold me and tell me he’s sorry he had to hurt me to make them feel better? No. He screams it at me. I want our relationship to work out; I really love him…..

* But not that much! Option II - Or leave…My god! Do I have to be in constant miserable pain; physical, emotional and mental anguish – yet listen to his daily monterage of how much pain he is in? His hip, his back, his legs, his latest boo boo….daily! Thank God he’s not a horse; they would have put a bullet in him a long time ago. It’s amazing that he is able to move any extremity on his body! Oh! But he had a serious car accident in ’96. Guess what? So was I! Coinkiedink, huh? Oh! But his was so much worse! It was head on! Well, I was Oreo in the middle and 9 months pregnant! But his accident was so much worse…yep. Someone wanna remind me why this is a contest? I hear about his accident day in and day out. He knows that heat is something that I hate. He wants the truck to be a constant 350 degree oven…I swear my buns are baking. The heat brings on massive nose bleeds for me. Who cares? I cannot breathe – no big deal. He’s cold! Call the National Guard and declare a state of emergency! And when he’s hot? Oh geeze! I am forced to sit in my sweat pants and hoodie in July because he is trying to induce January as the next month to begin now!

Decisions decisions….

05 December 2007

Yeah, I know...

Yeah, so I have traipsed my fatass all across the south west and warm temps....and I haven't posted about it yet and I haven't put up any pictures....I will and soon. But I have homework due tonight, so I gotta get that done first. Stay tuned.....

To be continued.....

If my ex wasn't in prison....

Okay, I swear that if my ex wasn't in prison; he would be the offender of this crime. Coincidently, the scene of this story is not too far from where he is in prison right now.....

Wisconsin Man Accused in Blow-Up Doll Burglary

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

MADISON, Wis. — A man accused of stealing several blow-up dolls from an adult novelty store says the burglary was a "drunken, stupid thing."

A criminal complaint filed in Dane County says Jose Sandoval, 26, of DeForest, smashed through the front door at Naughty Novelties in Burke last month and stole a talking love doll with a $270 price tag, along with other dolls and items.

Video surveillance tape gave investigators a look at the car outside the novelty shop, which they pulled over about ten days later.

The complaint says Sandoval denied committing the burglary, then began to cry and led detectives to an abandoned semi behind a motel where the stolen items were recovered.



Reference:
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,315184,00.html

29 November 2007

~*My fur baby*~


This is my LiLo baby...isn't she adorable?

28 November 2007

The Hidden Cost

The hidden cost to crime takes into consideration the ripple effects on the crime itself. In my case, my rape has affected not only me, but my children, my boyfriend, my parents, my siblings and my friends.

Just in my case alone, following the rape, I dropped out of school for 2 terms, was unable to care for myself much less my kids, and other responsibilities. My diabetes took dangerous levels and I nearly died from it. In one instance, my boyfriend found me at a gas station in my vehicle with the engine running and I was slumped over the wheel. Health care for me rose significantly. I couldn’t eat (not a good thing when you are diabetic), I still can’t sleep, I have difficulty with concentration, anger management is loosely controlled with medication, my anxiety is through the roof and I physically attack people in my sleep if they try to wake me. I lost all of my material things. I had an entire house fully furnished that was taken from me, forcing me to start over.

My children have suffered insurmountable affects from the rape. The abandonment of their father to prison, the loss of emotional care and support from me, their mother as I numbly exist from one day to the next. I am not able to work at a traditional job, so I work in the truck with my boyfriend. That helps make money, but physically takes me away from my children when they need me the most. However, I am still in recovery myself and not able to provide full time care for them yet. Last school year, my children suffered academically as well. My middle child in particular was understandably full of rage. Although an exceptionally bright child, she absolutely refused to follow directions. As she has received unconditional love from my parents who are caring for my children at the present time, and a stable environment, my daughter is slowly making significant progress. During the past few months, I have been able to redirect my attention back to my children and their needs. I am careful to make contact with each of them every day, and when we are home, we spend 100% of the time together often taking the kids out of school during those days. (Thankfully, the school is small and know the situation and encourage us to do this.) My middle child has always been particularly affected by the domestic abuse in the home. She would never give hugs or kisses and refused to take them. My parents and I never forced her, but we kept telling her we want to show our love to her. Each time I went home, I encouraged all of my kids to talk about what had happened and gave them permission to be angry. I felt this was important to let them know that this was a crime against all of us as a family and that their feelings mattered and needed to be expressed. I went home for Thanksgiving and she came flying up to me and threw her arms around me, kissed me on the cheek and said “I love you Mama!” I was so shocked, I just looked at her. She said “Mama, I give hugs and kisses now.” I asked her, “Are you not angry anymore?” She said “No, I am not angry any more.” She has become a model student in school. She controls her temper much better than ever before. This wonderful memory now replaces the last most vivid one that involved her. A few weeks after the incident, I was tucking her in bed and she said to me “Mama, how come my ears don’t work?” She had been the only one that hadn’t woken up the night I was raped. I asked her why she thought they don’t work and she said “because they didn’t wake me up when Daddy was hurting you and you needed my help.” Although she has made progress, I ponder as to what effects this will have on her as an adult. How will this affect her ability to have relationships of her own? This is a hidden cost of this crime that hasn’t manifested itself.

My boyfriend, who had only been dating me for a month prior to my rape, has taken on the responsibility of caring and providing for us all. He has changed in his demeanor significantly having gone through all of the rage with me, the trial process and court hearings on custody of the children. He has stepped into the “father” role with the children; although he assures the kids that they do not need to call him dad. They can if they want to, but they do not have to. He has had completely redesign his entire life to care for us.

My parents have had their lives turned upside down with this tragedy. My mother had to quit her job to stay home and care for the kids, one of whom has learning disabilities and is home schooled. Three children is a lot to take on and with the problems it is increased ten – fold. My parents have had to put off the “golden years” of their lives, with all of their children now grown and start over. My dad works overtime to make ends meet to provide for the children. My mother had heart problems during the court proceedings causing her to need to be hospitalized.

The financial aspect of my boyfriend’s, parents as well as my own life is unimaginable. Hidden costs to crime don’t just count the dollars. They count the scars, the wounds, the visible and non – visible alike. They count the emotional damage that becomes ingrained within one who has suffered that remains with them the rest of their lives. My children will undoubtedly experience trouble with relationships as they get older. My prayer for them is that we can help them now, to decrease that probability. The emotional and physical damage has begun to fade, but will never totally disappear. The financial damage will likely take years to overcome.

This synopsis is only from one crime affecting many people and considering the hidden costs to us. There are probably more that I am forgetting but I think these are the main ones.

~Bridget

Life in the truck

Some of you know that I work with my boyfriend who is a truck driver. I do all the administrative stuff - he drives. Sometimes he drives down the road, sometimes he drives me up a wall....ANYWAY!

We currently have a load on that we picked up yesterday in Georgia, and are delivering it in Simi Valley, CA on Monday. We shut down in Texas - which was over 600 miles in for yesterday alone. We (actually I) decided we should take I-10W and go through some places I had never been before.

The first place we went through was Mobile, AL; where my brother was born. I really wanted to get a postcard from there to send him so that he knew I had been there. I had Troy stop at a truck stop and told him to get some cards that said "Mobile" on them. He came back with one that has a building on it; it looks interesting as the building is quite old. I read the back of the card hoping that it gives some details of the building - thinking it must be someone famous' home or birthplace or something. I am a little horrified to read that it is actually the first jail in the city of Mobile built in 1822-1824! (Some of you may recall my brother has had significant trouble with the law in his life...) I decide to call my brother (to kind of warn him of what he will be getting) and told him about the card thinking he's gonna be pissed off. To my surprise he was like "that's cool!". Ok, all that worry for nuthin....

The next place we went through was New Orleans, LA. I had been there as a child over 15 years ago, but I really wanted to see it since Katrina happened. Previous to our getting to NO, I was amazed at the miles and miles and miles of dead trees. All along the coast line for as far as the eye could see. It sent a deep sense of sadness over me as I watched it fly by my window. Once we began to descend into NO, that sadness grew in intensity mixed with anger. It has been almost 2 1/2 years since Katrina and all of the houses are still in shambles. They are gutted out, the spray paint from the searchers for survivors is still on them. Windows are blown out and all of the destroyed belongings of the former residents' visible from the highway. 80% of the homes have campers or trailers parked in the driveways indicating the residents' fight to regain their property from the damage inflicted upon them. I was saddened that so many are still in those trailers and campers. After this long, more should be getting back on their feet, in my opinion. There is a strong sign of life speckled here and there with businesses showing huge signs of "NOW OPEN". One sign I saw that made me smile and think of the determination of these people was on the back of a tow truck. It read "FLOODED CARS TOWED FREE". As we traveled on the same bridge that I remember seeing thousands of people trapped on the days following the hurricane, I really felt anger that they have had to wait. They waited for days to be rescued. They waited for days to have the government come help them. Now they are waiting for their funding from the government to rebuild their lives. Troy made a comment that I mulled over for quite some time. "They should just tear down the entire city. With it being below sea level, they should just all leave. I know there's a history there, but they should not rebuild." After much thought about that statement, I decided I disagree with him. I think that NO should be rebuilt. This is the home of hundreds of thousands of people. This is their LIFE! I also felt that the government needs to get the troops out of Iraq and send them to rebuild OUR OWN PEOPLE and their homes and lives. What a sad, horrible situation that could be significantly better if some people would get their priorities right.

~My drool for today

27 November 2007

Whew!

That's all I am gonna post today....let me know what you think. It is waaaaaaaaay past my bedtime!
~LiLo's Human

Final Essay

Decriminalizing Marijuana: Pass the Joint

By

B.D. Quimby

27 July 2007

The possession and sale of marijuana has been outlawed since 1937 in the United States and in over 100 countries world wide since 1961. What is the truth to those laws and is it really all that farfetched to believe they may be rescinded? Considering decriminalizing the use of marijuana, there are benefits: enhanced tax savings, reduction of the national deficit and significant diminishment of the problems of overcrowded jails and prisons.

What is marijuana, its history and the affects of smoking it? Marijuana is derivative of a plant that breeds wild all over the world. Tetrahydrocannabinol, the key active ingredient also known as THC provides psychoactive and medicinal affects to the user.

In the United States, Indians had been using marijuana’s medicinal and euphoric values for generations. Media attention came about as the cannabis came through the southern border of America with the Mexicans who were seeking jobs. Since pot was around for so long, the assumption of the media frenzy and hard-core anti-marijuana campaigns that followed were the surface of a deeper issue of disregard for the Mexicans that threatened life as it was known in that day and age. Prejudice still ran deep during that era of the early 20th century. Radical alarmist Harry J. Anslinger, named Commissioner of the Federal Bureau of Narcotics headed by the Treasury Department of the United States was hell bent on controlling marijuana and devised the Uniform Narcotics Act. Anslinger used fear inducing claims against marijuana like: persons using will become murderers, heroin addicts, and sexual deviants, alter their personality, go insane, and die. Last but not least he also claimed communists were backing the support of its use to overthrow the US government. The result was a country immobilized by fear demanding the Government take immediate action. Thus, in 1937 the Marijuana Tax Act was born and signed into law by President Harry S. Truman with absolutely no public forum or research of any kind. The Tax Act required those who use, sell or grow weed to have a special tax stamp issued from the United States Treasury Department. Since no stamps were issued, there was no question as to the legality of marijuana. In 1951, the Boggs Act was signed into law by President Truman classifying marijuana as a federally prohibited controlled substance. The passage of the Narcotic Control Act in 1956 heightened the penalties for drug possession and distribution. Marijuana became illegal in more than 100 countries world wide in 1961 as Anslinger touted the recent passages of American legislature regarding marijuana at the United Nations in the Single Convention on Narcotic Drugs. Harry Jacob Anslinger retired from the Federal Bureau of Narcotics in 1963 and warned predecessor Henry Giordano that nearly insurmountable tasks lay ahead for the War on Marijuana. Not to be regarded lightly, Giordano initiated his own attack on the users of marijuana claming it would turn them into “unmotivated dysfunctional losers”. (Zeese) Newly inaugurated President Richard Nixon was determined to shut down the transport of marijuana in 1968 and launched Operation Intercept focusing attention on the southern border to Mexico. This effort flopped and after just three weeks it was disassembled. Embarrassed, but not giving up, the President then issued the command to police officers across America to ‘smoke out’ the pot by whatever means necessary. As arrests began to soar at an alarming rate, the American public again commanded the government do something about it. Hence, support on the Federal level for a reformation of the stiff penalties of the laws against marijuana, insisting they were not working brought forth a senate hearing regarding Marijuana Legislation. It was here, that Dr. Stanley Yolles, the Director of the National Institute of Mental Health affirmed the “removal of mandatory minimum penalties in all cases of drug abuse”. (NORML) In an effort to comply the Senate, Congress passed the Controlled Substance Act in 1970 diminishing punishment of the use of weed. Things took a turn for the worse when the US Supreme Court gave school officials the legal right to strip search students believed to be using drugs in 1980. Under the leadership of the duo President Ronald Reagan and Vice-President George H. W. Bush, William Bennet was named a “drug czar” in charge of federal drug fighting initiatives through the Office of National Drug Control Policy. In 1988, the Anti-Drug Abuse Act was passed significantly raising the penalties of drug use. According to then President Bush, “Drug trafficking should be grounds for the death penalty”. (Zeese)

Pot smokers have long cited a general relaxed feeling of happiness, intoxication, increased hunger and sleepiness when using. It does not negatively impact one’s health any worse than cigarettes. In fact, it has some health benefits unlike smoking cigarettes but they are legal. Smoking marijuana does not lead to bigger and better drugs. Users of marijuana do not typically use other drugs, although other drug users do typically use marijuana. There are confirmed benefits of marijuana including: the use as an analgetic, an anticonvulsive, a sedative, a hypnotic, an anti-rheumatic, an anti-diarrheal, an antibiotic, an antipyretic and an appetite promoter. Cannabis is effective treatment for neurological disorders, effects on the eyes primarily for glaucoma, a bronchodilator and anti-nausea agent in cancer therapy. (Mechoulam) Finally, our United States Drug Enforcement Administration has acknowledged that the active ingredient in marijuana, THC has medicinal value and that the legal synthetic version is actually quite dangerous. (Zeese) As the usage of marijuana began to become a common place activity all across America, in 1967 the Federal Government ordered scientific testing be done to determine it’s affects on users. Dr. Leo B Hollister, Assoc Chief of Staff Palo Alto Veterans Hospital, issued a statement saying that smoking pot made people “happy, intoxicated, and sleepy; something that pot smokers had been saying all along.” (Zeese) Social acceptance of marijuana and its positive affects are known, but most of the general public today dispels the information due in large to the fear-invoking baseless claims set forth by our own government.

Absolutely each and every claim made by the government on marijuana use has been dismissed by their own federally sponsored studies. It has not increased crime, it does not compel people to kill or become sadists. It is clear that by the preponderance of the governments own research and expenditures that marijuana is not dangerous, has health benefits and that waging a war against it is a complete waste of resources better used else where. If America were to end the prohibition, we would clearly see a better economy, money spent on issues that need immediate attention and increase the value of our prison conditions and the rehabilitative efforts therein.

During the Clinton Administration, 3 million people were arrested for marijuana use alone. By 2002 those numbers increased to 5 million. (FBI UCR 1993-2000) Sixty thousand individuals are behind bars for marijuana offenses at a cost to taxpayers of $1.2 billion per year. (The Federation of American Scientists' Drug Policy) Taxpayers annually spend between $7.5 billion and $10 billion arresting and prosecuting individuals for marijuana violations. (NORML)

In 1972, the Chairman of the National Commission on Marijuana and Drug Abuse, Raymond P Shafer recommended to then President Nixon he ought to decriminalize pot because studies were showing it did not enhance crime. Nixon refused and created the Drug Enforcement Administration instead. This also marks the year that Ann Arbor Michigan instituted a city ordinance reducing smoking and possession of marijuana to a minor offense. The year following Oregon became the first US state to completely decriminalize pot under the direction of then Governor Tom McCall who passed the Oregon Decriminalization Bill. Four years afterwards, studies showed no increase in marijuana use and a significant savings on tax money otherwise budget for police enforcement of drug control. At this juncture, 10 more states had also decriminalized marijuana: California, Hawaii, Colorado, Nebraska, Mississippi, Ohio, South Carolina, New York and Maine. In 1976, President Jimmy Carter was all in favor of decriminalizing cannabis until Dr. Peter Bourne, Carter’s Chief Drug Policy Advisor was caught red-handed sniffing cocaine; dubbed by the media as the Quaalude Affair ending any hopes of national reform. (Zeese)

The War on Marijuana officially began in 1937 and through 1947 cost $220 million. Between the years of 1948-1963 the War on Marijuana cost $1.5 billion. Anti-marijuana efforts on behalf of the government cost $9 billion dollars between 1964 and 1969. Seventy-six billion dollars were spent on drug enforcement between 1970 and 1977. Federal expenses on the War on Drugs was a monstrous $214.7 billion from 1980-1998. The total amount of monies spent on waging the war against marijuana from 1937-1998 was in excess of $301.2 billion, $220 million. (NORML)

Since the sales of drugs is a $57 billion industry, add that together and think of what our country’s economy would look like with $360 billion (or more) in Federal money. Education and healthcare needs would be a non issue. Couple that with the fact that 400,000 people would not be wasting space in our prisons, leaving more than ample room for the truly publicly dangerous offenders such as murderers, rapists and child molesters. (NORML)

Almost 90 percent of these arrests are for possession only. (FBI UCR 1990-2000) Police arrest more Americans per year on marijuana charges than the total number of arrestees for all violent crimes combined, including murder, rape, robbery and aggravated assault. (FBI UCR 2001)

With all of this evidence, why are we still allowing this to continue? We need to prioritize our rationale for dispelling marijuana, learn what it really is, and reap the benefits it has to offer. This is a huge stumbling block within our society and we could grow and prosper immensely if we were to abolish these laws.

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Descriptive Essay

~From out of Nowhere~

Written by: B Quimby 16 August 2006

I am not sure what happened, I mean one day I have so much energy I think that I am about to jump out of my own flesh and the next I feel as though I am stuck in quick sand. I cannot move. I listen carefully to the sounds around me and try to decipher as to my hereabouts. Unable to fully determine this, I open my eyes. They are sluggish and rebel against my insistence that they cooperate. At last I have them open and the sights are as confusing as the sounds were. I am still unable to comprehend what is taking place around me. There is no one within view, but I can hear the busy hustle and bustle close by.

After a few moments I realize that I am lying in bed and as soon as that comes to me I am feeling guilty. Surely, I must have overslept and we must have company! My mind tells me to get up – NOW! I go to leap out of bed as I have a million times and….nothing. I am cemented to the bed! I cannot move! What is wrong with me?! This is ridiculous! When have I NEVER been able to get out of bed? All of this seems to be so overwhelming…I am exhausted! I will just lie here a bit longer while I try to determine what the hell is going on. Surely someone has played a joke on me. My eyes close….they close much easier than they opened. As I lie here with my eyes happily closed I notice the room that was spinning moments before is slowing down to a stop as a merry-go-round. All I know is I wanted to get off this ride! I feel a wave of pure and utter fatigue wash over me. The next thing that I know is I feel people around me. Again, I have to command my eyes to open…damn! It was NEVER this hard to open them before?!

What I see when they obey me is disturbing. I am comforted in the midst of chaos however, I see my mom and dad and brother and sister. They are all looking at me; but the expressions on their faces – did I do something wrong? I go to reach out to my mom….nothing. My arms refuse to cooperate! Now I am scared! This is when I notice that there are women in white uniforms around me poking at this and prodding at that. The alarms and bells go off in my brain! Something is not right; in fact something is very VERY wrong! “MOM!” I yell, but the sound of it is distorted. I look to her; she is keenly watching the doctor, who seems to be telling them something. I know that it is about me and I want to know. What the hell is going on with me, why can’t I move, or talk right? Mom sees that I am begging for her with my eyes, she comes close to me. She hugs and kisses me and says that it will be alright. I know that she is trying to convince herself more than me. I go to put a hand around her as she hugs me, my hands don’t comply with my desire and kind of flail hitting her.

Later, as I am alone once again, I look at my hands. There has to be a reason I can’t

even hug my own mother and father! When I see my hands, I scream and jump back from them! Nothing comes out of my mouth which gives me the feeling that I am choking on my own vomit. My body that I thought had jumped back and recoiled was in the same position; it never moved. The ghastly sight was my hands. They are all gnarled up; they look like the distorted knots on an old tree, only the sight is more gruesome. I try to straighten them to no avail. I try to lift my arm and only succeed in having it flop off the bedside.

Days blur into weeks, months, and years pass. I find that I look forward to when mom and dad visit. Sometimes there seems to be long stretches in between those times and I can hear them arguing in the hall with other people. I know it’s about me but I don’t know why. When I can talk again, I will ask mom about it. I have been moved around and the doctors have tried various things to take care of me. A few times they had a cylinder looking thing….I am not sure what it is for but they put it in and take it out. I don’t really like that as it makes me not feel well when they do that. Today I notice that the faces of those around me seem pretty grim. There is not much talking and mom and dad have been crying. The doctor is poking and prodding me again. The next thing that I see is he has that hose thing again. He caries it out of the room and my mom flings after him sobbing as my dad catches her and holds on to her as if he would never let her go. The love that they have for each other is something that I always hoped to have. Guess it wasn’t in the cards for me. Mom’s sobs begin to slow as I watch my dad; brother and sister coax her into relaxation. She comes by me. She tells me she loves me and that she will make everything ok. I look at her and will my mouth to let her know that I am fine and not to worry about me. Of course the words just as stubborn as always, don’t deliver. I am tired again now, I close my eyes.

I awaken with a feeling that is making my head seem as though it will explode at any moment. It has been 12 days since the doctor took the hose and left the room. I want to ask for help, the room is spinning. I try to open my mouth but it is impossible. My tongue is peeling; the bleeding stopped a few days back. The delirium that I am subject to provides no answers to what is happening to me. In a far away distance I can hear arguing, crying and sobbing mostly my mom. Back to the room spinning, my body hurts to the point that I think I may die. I am not sure what I need but I cannot hold on to this much longer. I can no longer feel skin on my body though I am sure it is there. Mom and dad, my brother and sister come in by me. The visit is short; too short. We all know this is the last time. I cannot hold on anymore. They are ushered out of my room, Mom clinging to my hand. “Let go mom”, my mind tells her. I can’t stay. I have to go. I close my eyes one more time. This time it is harder to close them than to ever before. It feels as if the lids were sandpaper, rubbing their friction on each other. I take one final albeit painful breath and exhale. It is March 31st, 2005 and my name was Teresa Marie Schindler-Schiavo.

Vaccination Essay

A Shot in the Dark:

The lies we believe

By

Bridget Danielle Quimby

10 September 2006

Everyday parents all over the United States as well as other parts of the world bring their children in to their trusted health care professional for “well baby visits”. Once there, the topic of vaccination comes up. The parent is told that the child is due his shots and that there is no real danger associated with it. The parents have a sheet of paper shoved in their hands while their child undergoes the dreaded process. That paper is the savior giving the “facts” about vaccinations. Of course, we don’t read it because our baby is sitter there screaming his head off! With thousands of children receiving millions of vaccinations each and everyday, have we really researched their history or are we just doing what we are told and going along with the status quo? Are vaccinations really safe for our children? How effective are they really at preventing those dangerous diseases the doctors warn so incessantly about? Is it possible that there may be a hidden agenda and if so, what is it and whose is it? In the last two generations vaccinations were a basic part of a child’s life just like going to the dentist. Unfortunately, the generation prior to that has been led to believe that these vaccines were the latest miracle. Feeding off fears of this cohort’s memory of horrific pandemic stories and personal experiences; the medical community and our government alike were able to successfully gain society’s support.

Vaccinations are about as safe as swallowing rat poison. In 1970-71 Australian children were dying at a rate of 1 out of 2 after receiving vaccinations. According to the study performed by the University Of Nevada School Of Medicine, 103 children whose deaths were ruled as SIDS; 2/3rds of the babies had received the DPT vaccine less than a month before. Most of them died within 24 hours of the shot. The FDA subsidized a medical study conducted by the UCLA in 1979 calculated approximately 1,000 babies die in the United States every year from the DPT shot. Nationally, that statistic seems small, but the study went on to reveal that nearly 12,000 babies were permanently neurologically damaged as a “direct result” of the vaccine. These numbers, as bad as they are, do not portray the real numbers as 90% of doctors do not file reports of the adverse affects of the vaccines administered. Investigations have found doctors along with other medical professionals are “doctoring” the medical records. For example: reports have shown that when the pertussis vaccine was being rejected many doctors would note all coughs as pertussis. This fastidious organism happens to require a culture lab to identify and is very hard to determine. Dr. Robert S. Mendelson, M.D. practiced pediatrics for 25 years and became one of the first well known well known doctors to speak out about vaccines. He coined the phrase of vaccines being “the bread and butter of pediatrics”. He goes on to say, “…all vaccines today remain, scientifically speaking, unproven remedies – a polite term for medical quackery. The only proven characteristic of vaccines is their devastating adverse affects.” He goes on to ask the heart stopping question “Have we traded measles and mumps for leukemia and cancer?” On the cover of his book How to Raise a Healthy Child…In Spite of Your Doctor, reads the statement, “One of America’s leading pediatricians puts parents back in control of their children’s health.” Doctors make more money off well baby visits and vaccine administration than all other types of visits combined. Protecting their practice of any evidence of possible wrongdoing is essential and liability is nonexistent without these reports.

The effectiveness of vaccines simply does not exist! Viera Schiebner, PhD, a retired research scientist examined 35,000 pages of medical papers dealing with vaccinations and found no evidence of safety or effectiveness. Touted vehemently in some cases by professionals in schools, medical clinics and hospitals ‘vaccines are the reason that our society has been successful at eliminating many diseases such as smallpox, polio and diphtheria’. In all honesty, amid 1850-1940 the rate of childhood diseases such as these declined steadily by 90%; before the federally mandated programs of mass vaccinations in 1964. The government conceded each and every case of smallpox in the world was initiated by the vaccine itself and therefore abandoned its use in the 70’s and 80’s. In 1985, the Center for Disease Control (CDC) admitted during the decade of 1973-1983 at least 87% of the polio cases had been vaccinated against. Diphtheria, like smallpox, had a solid decline of 90% before the vaccine for it surfaced. Pertussis was down by 79% and measles dropped 97.7%; both prior to vaccination introduction. Rubella has been proven ineffective. Army recruits were studied by Dr. Beverly Allan of the University Department of Austin Hospital of Melbourne, Australia. Army staff were vaccinated against rubella and sent to training camp. Four months later 80% of the so-called “protected” (vaccinated) group was sick with the disease. A Hepatitis B shot routinely given to new born babies was rejected by 2/3rds of physicians themselves in a study conducted in 1985. Tetanus dropped 99.8% during WWII.

With all these statistics discovered by upstanding doctors, scientists and medical studies, why would our own medical professionals and government work so hard to administer something so lethal and make it appear mandatory? First of all, vaccines are not mandatory. Doctors will tell you it is if you have a school aged child. They will try to tell you that your child must have vaccines in order to attend daycare and public schools. This is simply not true. I myself have three children in school who are not vaccinated. Our government, quid pro quo sustains the vaccination programs and campaigns incessantly. The lucrative enterprise bioengineered pathogens encouraged and often funded by the US government as a means of population control. Entire ethnicities are targets and the preferred method of introduction to the disease is through vaccination. The Gulf War Illness, produced in this manner was given to an elite number of troops and not reported on the “official” vaccination information. These special vaccinations include Anthrax, and other Saddam Hussein – originated dangers. The CIA officiate ran a test to see how many Gulf Troops came down with the disease and how long it would take for them to die off. Apparently, it has not had as much success as it’d hoped for. In the wake 9/11 and the approaching 5th anniversary, many are questioning the involvement of our leadership. Was this actually a portion of a population control epidemic? To answer that fully and concisely would take another essay.

References:

http://educate-yourself.org/nwo/nwopopcontrol.html

Vaccinations: Deception & Tragedy by Michael Dye

Every Second Child by Dr. Archie Kalokerinos

The Australian Nurses Journal May 1978 issue

How to Raise a Healthy Child…In Spite of Your Doctor by Dr. Robert S Mendelson, MD

This IS my ex:

The clinical diagnosis of sociopath or psychopath patients is called Antisocial Personality Disorder. Diagnosis in the past was usually limited to those over age 18 but with violence on the rise with adolescents, the medical field is finding it more beneficial to consider this disorder sooner rather than later. The findings are that Antisocial Personality Disorder is chronic, usually beginning in adolescence and continuing throughout adulthood.

Individuals with this disorder have little regard for the feeling and welfare of others. People with this disorder most often exhibit criminal behavior. They do not work. If they do, they are frequently absent and often quit suddenly. They do not consider other people's wishes, welfare or rights. They are manipulative and often lie to gain personal pleasure or profit. They default on loans, fail to provide child support, and fail to care for their dependents adequately. High risk sexual behavior and substance abuse are common. Impulsiveness, failure to plan ahead, aggressiveness, irritability, irresponsibility, and a reckless disregard for their own safety and the safety of others are traits of the antisocial personality. They do not learn from experience. They have no sense of responsibility, are unable to form meaningful relationships, control impulses and lack moral sense. There is often no change in behavior after punishment exhibited by the chronically antisocial. Emotionally they are immature, are self-centered and lack any guilt whatsoever.

Socioeconomic status, gender, and genetic factors play a role. Males are more likely to be antisocial than females. Those from lower socioeconomic groups are more susceptible. A family history of the disorder puts one at higher risk. There are many theories about the cause of Antisocial Personality Disorder including experiencing neglectful parenting as a child, low levels of certain neurotransmitters in the brain, and belief that antisocial behavior is justified because of difficult circumstances. Psychotherapy, group therapy, and family therapy are common treatments. The effects of medical treatment are inconclusive. Most people with Antisocial Personality Disorder reject treatment. Therefore, recovery rates are low.

References:

http://www.hss.caltech.edu/~mcafee/Bin/sb.html

http://www.lovefraud.com/12_leavingAsociopath/Leaving_sociopath_psychopath.html

http://www.bookslut.com/scarlet_woman_of_selfhelp/2005_03_004676.php

http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-a-sociopath.htm

QUESTION: SHOULD AN AMENDMENT TO THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION BE CREATED IN ORDER TO PROTECT VICTIMS OF CRIME?

ANSWER:

Giving victims of crimes the rights that they need in order to rebuild their lives is especially important to me as my children and I learn each day how to survive it and go on from the atrocities we have endured at the hands of my ex-husband. I feel that the more I learn here in school and the wealth of information I have obtained just by experience has been tremendous, but that system of justice is nothing but a crock. Justice and the proverbial "equal justice under the law" would in fact balance the scales of rights between offenders and victims. I am not sure that this is actually attainable, but we should strive or at least attempt to meet this goal. As the system is in its current condition, there is little, if any hope for this to occur.

An amendment to the United States Constitution guaranteeing protection and the rights of crime victims is essential. Our system of justice is so involved in the ensuring the rights of the accused proceed according to the of the Due Process Clause found within the 5th, 6th, and 14th Amendments of the Constitution, yet nothing is found to protect or afford rights to the victims who have suffered unimaginable damage at the hands of these offenders.

Thirty – two states and the federal government have enacted legal protections for victims of crime; however, it is insignificant comfort to those who have endured crimes against them. (Bush) Our criminal justice system is by design, an adversarial system and few victims are prepared for the brutality that they will endure at its relentless mercy. Anyone in their right mind that has a complete understanding of this process would never proceed with a case if they are looking for compassion or solace for the victim. It simply isn’t there; quite to the contrary in fact. Not only does the Constitution provide numerous rights to the defendant of a crime, they have the right to be informed (reminded) of these rights through the Miranda. Victims have no right of knowing what rights they actually posses and perhaps the crux of the problem is the steadfast, undeniable fact that they do not have any!

Statistics shows millions of crimes are committed each year. Where there are crimes there are victims. The data of criminals and the crimes they represent is endless and to a degree of certainty accurately recorded. However, the numbers of victims is far less believable. Many victims do not even report crime. Why does this happen? Many of them know that nothing good will come of it for them. Take for instance the figures on sexual assault and rape. Records indicate that 1 in 3 women are raped; however only 1 in 10 actually reports it.

Another reason to incorporate an amendment to the constitution for victims’ rights is the mere fact that victims by trend are becoming younger each year. Most of them are in their teens or early adulthood. (BJS, 2006) All victims of all ages must be guaranteed by the United States Constitution of certain rights and liberties. Children are especially vulnerable as they don’t always have a voice to be heard when it comes to the criminal process of a crime. Not only has the age of the victim decreased over the past several decades, the velocity to which these crimes have escalated is bewildering. The focus has shifted from punishment for the crime to rehabilitation. Offenders are for the most part, not interested in rehabilitation; and anyone that is familiar with the term in any sense knows that in order for true rehabilitation to occur, the individual has to want it more than they want anything else at that distinct moment. No one can force or coerce someone into wanting to change. The desire for change must come from within or the success of the project will undoubtedly be failure.

There are numerous advocate groups working to help victims of crimes. The work that they do is incredible, but the need is too great. There are not enough resources, people or funding to help every victim. To help ease some of this burden an amendment must be created and implemented. The wording to this amendment must be precise and prepared with careful intent.

References:

Bush, Pres George (April 16, 2002) The White House: President Calls for Crime

Victim’s Rights Amendment. Last visited November 27, 2007 at: http://www.whitehouse.gov/news/releases/2002/04/20020416-1.html

BJS (September 10, 2006) Bureau of Justice Statistics: Trends in victimization rates by age, 1973-2005. Last visited November 27, 2007 at: http://crime.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?zi=1/XJ/Ya&sdn=crime&cdn=newsissues&tm=71&f=00&tt=14&bt=0&bts=0&zu=http%3A//www.ojp.usdoj.gov/bjs/cvict_v.htm