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Cooking for COMPANY

All women dream of one thing: finding a wonderful man, getting married, having kids and then making grand meals and having company over to dine on this great food you made and you're holding hands with your kids and mate and there's this big red, Valentine heart glowing out of your house and it's coming from your own breast.

 The basic plan is flawed. No matter what that muscular stud looked like when you fell in love with him, he'll lose his gleam. Guaranteed that the man who charmed you into sin will become a major irritation when he's all virtue. Cutie Pie actor, Wil Smith was on tv yesterday saying to the interviewer that when the honeymoon phase is over, the smart couple gets busy building up the other features of the relationship. That's good advice, especially in a community property state.

But guaranteed, before you can start building that second phase to the rocket, he'll become a damn aggravation. He will wake you at dawn, when he doesn't need to, grunt and bump into things while he's getting ready so that you can't sleep. He'll demand breakfast and clean shirts and socks. You'll give them but when he comes home, they'll be filthy again. He'll be unpleasant to smell or look at when with a little effort, he could at least look semi-human. And you demand it of him. Then when he doesn't you  will take that as an affront, a slight, and fulminate over it for hours, days and then years on end.

You cherished him for a brief week or two, which was enough to make him pant to marry you. And then the romance train stopped dead, out in the middle of nowhere. That's where you found yourself when the children arrived, one by one. Stunned. As small angels they wondered what was going on with Mom and Pop, but then they forgot to wonder as it was the only scenery they knew.

Then the family grew and became noise 24 hours a day, a din that the artist in you could not work in. You chafed and fulminated, raged, and started the habit of simmering irritation. They make the house hot, they had friends over all the time. The boys go out and get into all kinds of trouble. They need to be fed, dressed, laundered, ironed, erranded, dry cleaned, driven by Mom the slave. They never leave you alone, if it's not one thing it's another. That headset got to be like an aggravated chronic allergy that toughened your skin until you had subtracted yourself angrily from what was going on. Mentally only I mean. You're still stuck there IN IT!

Then there's all the worry when they really grow up, get their first car, go off on jaunts, their first date, SAT's and tuition. So much extra work. The washing machine is always going, there are always stacks of dishes. There's food to be bought and cooked 3x a day! You have to learn geometry all over again to help coach them.

With reason, women feel lost, dismayed, aggravated, plundered. Woman's lib came along and said all we needed was a job which gave us good self image, but how --? when we were already falling down on the main job, running a family?

So many refinements went by the wayside. We don't use eyeliner in the mornings anymore; we don't pop our hubbies on the butt with affection anymore, when they're doing pushups under our nose and grunting and we're trying to sleep. We don't make peach compote like Martha Stewart teaches us with a big glob of whipped cream so that the entire family sighs 'ahhhhh' and relishes coming home on time the day after for the next dinner, and seeks excuses with pals to eat at home, rather than touch what their friends' mothers throw in a microwave.

Fail to do those loving pinching, cream whipping, compote assembling things just once, then you've got a failure habit. Soon neither hubby or you are watching figures as no one else is, and the kids don't come home for dinner as micro-waving at their pals house works for them. And then they move out. Husbands sometimes leave, as well.

You'd think if the FAMILY was such a bother then maybe the converse would be maddest pleasure. ALONE AT LAST.  Not so. Joy does not await one in the NO FAMILY mode.

Having NO family is hearing the crickets on warm summer nights when the patio barbecue just sits there outside, full of charcoal dust. Having no family is e-mails to your kids in other cities who are too busy with their lives to answer. It's phone calls across the city to a your parents who have no grandchildren in town so you only see them at Christmas when old people will rouse themselves to trek distances to share a meal and look at your latest Kodaks of the grandkids. But that isn't family.

Family is noise every night, not silence where you hear crickets harping from sunset 'til dawn. Family is you organizing for an hour so you can paint a picture they all admire. Note in your aloneness two decades later that your painting or writing isn't really happening at all. The great artist got rid of her family at last but the real art show went with them. That peach compote that got made once was the closest to a real work of art you ever did. Admit it. And you did compote once. And to this day, you cannot remember the expression on any face when you made it. You were not set on 'record'. You did it, then fell over fatigued!

Family life is really an intricate, demanding art form. Sure, It takes work; it demands creativity and artistry and passion and interest. Required is a master cook, scenic designer, stage manager who can stay on her feet 14 hrs a day to make the chores hum along smoothly but also if you are going to stay in your RIGHT MIND, it requires the gourmet's ability to taste and savor every second of it, every feeling, every visual. And somewhere back there we said 'uh-uh, Pasadena, no thanks. What a lousy job, I want out.' And at that second the heart-camera stops recording accurately. The life stage cyclorama starts passing by like a freight train. Like a PTA meeting when you're bored and only there out of obligation. NOTHING sticks. Nothing is invited to stick.

When it is no longer the gourmet savoring each second of visual and heart stereo camera recording life, we stop making the effort. We began to glower every second, to growl up in our head, 'this is too friggin' much work and these ungrateful louses are irritating me.'

Instead of just doing the work with a smile, we talk ourselves into getting mental scar tissue about it. We don't listen to radio joyfully while washing dishes or doing the laundry. We curse dishes. Instead of just baking the damn dessert and smiling and carrying the tray to the table and then watching in awe while your darlings eat it, we chafe against the dessert yoke we imagine is on our back until the IDEA of the yoke alone makes us bleed.

Instead of just enjoying these guzzling gourmets who leave dirty socks in hard to reach places with good humor and resignation, recording the delightful humor of where dirty socks can go...we complained 'til we drove our family out the damn door. Never with an overt word. We never asked them to leave. We were just irritated all the time. 'Why these filthy socks under the damn bed? You pigs. How can you do this to me?"

There was an enemy living within me and he stole my entire family and all memories of their childhood from me. Do not let this happen to you. Partly the thief could do this as I was always telling myself I didn't enjoy bending down for socks, slinging hash, cooking three times a day. So my mind convinced me not to make fruit compote like Martha Stewart showed me, --- so easy, really. You can whip cream in a second. The oven doesn't really make the kitchen that intolerably hot when you bake a tiny cookie crust but we chose to believe it did. So we wiggled out of making meals and soon every last one of them ate somewhere else, before they came home.

Second, my damn mind kept me in a perpetual 'boxer's alert mode.' That's when every second the mind is punching away, huffing and puffing --'what can I do next to get organized, get efficient? I didn't 'trip' on  this maelstrom rainbow called life whirling by with an aesthetic eye, appreciating its Divine Comedy aspects. No, I was like an efficiency expert, wrestling with life, hammering it into shape. Being punched in the nose by it!

Never was I the delighted, laughing, sniffing, smelling, touching appreciative audience member with the biggest touchy feely show in the world going on in the room with me, i.e. my husband, kids and their infancy. I subtracted myself from the Postcard! Or my mind did.

Today 30 years later, I have not one single memory of any part of their childhood. I apparently was not photographing their face with my eyes. My mental VIDEOCAMERA was on the fritz. My memory tells me that they swam in Acapulco Bay but Mom has no visual, emotional, contextual memories. My little baby girl Paloma was afraid all alone on the beach when the boys and I fished on a rented rowboat. It's part of family history that we left her on the beach alone. I know cuz I've got this mental post-it memo on the incident, but no clear visual, heart felt feeling memory combined with heart feeling and eyeball in on her tiny, lonely face on any mental film that I shot.

My logic tells me routine cause and effect. Any beach loneliness she vanquished is part of why she can live alone in the Bronx in her mid thirties and make money doing photo portraits of the ritzy folk in NYC each day. But an ache in my heart also tells me that she inherited her mom's cursed efficiency and toughness. Paloma, like me, is a capable, lean mean machine. Drop her in any city;  wind her up with coffee she will make the money. You can leave her on any beach and she toughens up like a clam.

I haven't one memory of hugging a kid of mine, of serving  a meal, of conversing with one, of vacations with one, of being in the house with one -- the house where I, a single parent, raised four incredibly unique people for two decades.

Go back a decade before that, I haven't one mental photograph of the friendship with LUIS Senior that produced these 4 babies. I can only imagine that somewhere in my life I chose to be efficient and mental and stopped being a video camera with a heart and started being efficient.

I was mental. Minds need an audience. I had one. I fed my own worst enemy at my table. My Mind sat with me as I cooked and sighed sympathetically about my endless chores, 18 hours a day of work, typing for clients then cleaning up the kids' mess. The mind nodded compassionately when I complained about the low fees, or maybe the high cost of whipping cream when I stopped making dessert. The mind listened to my litany of grievances, and agreed with me. "Poor you." When you don't like the scenery, you sure aren't taking loving photos of it!

My mind encouraged me to type faster, be away from the kids more, rush by them efficiently when I was with them, without seeing them, without listening, feeling. The mind encouraged me at day's end to peruse or go over my list of tick-offs and suggested ways to shine more and bigger in the world, perhaps as a substitute for bliss.... maybe write novels on how interesting my life was. My false friend mind encouraged my interest in life's weird or dramatic aspects. Perhaps the drama of rainforests being cut down. There's a novel. Spend five yrs writing it so you get no time with your kids!

My mind's treacherous sophistication  misled me. His interest in time and efficiency made me believe that I had to hurry to survive, never stop the speeding car, with the kids trapped in the back seat. Never get out into the meadow and all of us swim in the river. He encouraged me to drive full speed and deliver those kids to the city. The mind's campus is always the city.

SOME TOUR GUIDE. I had it right. Had it perfect. I had company for dinner every night, company who loved and laughed at my bonito balls, their least favorite meal, and applauded home made ice cream which I quickly became too busy to make.

Now I have my own company but laughter, love and applause are nowhere to be found. Worse, I haven't a memory in my head. Every piece of paper I ever wrote is in a box here. Every file is stored as text. Every novel stored, unsold. But memories of my four  kids and their beautiful childhood vaporized. I remind myself of that cluster of ROMANCE writers who during the millenium, got murdered by their own husbands across America. A supreme irony. The girls who could write up family life could least live it.

I wrote up my family life but didn't live it.  I hurried by it at my usual coffee-ed up clip. I was there, but nothing stuck. I moved too fast. There is not one recollection. Like a drunk, the next morning. WHAT DID I DO LAST NIGHT? What did I do with the last forty years? Can anyone tell me? Like someone carefully lining their mouth with plastic and then eating a nine-course meal. I CANNOT tell you what one bit of it tasted like. I re-read those cutsie novels about a lady on welfare with four kids and go, 'did we live that? Sounds charming but did that happen? I can't recall.

I hope, I believe there may be a way to reverse this LIFE SLIDING BY effect. It is a.) to immerse yourself in every simple, humble, fragile moment. b.) It is not getting an outside job. C.) It is total focus on the family. D.) It is not spending the baby's waking hours reading a book while they bang sand in the park sandbox. It is not locking yourself in your home office typing, justifying it with 'I have to make a living'.

Get down on your knees every second, next to them in their childhood. Let every lightning bolt mini-second cut and scratch  your heart. Participate with a glutton's gourmet palate in the taste of every frame of the movie. Be here and now, like a ballerina en pointe, relishing every second: the bending over to pick up socks becomes a super ballet exercise so you don't damn the need to pick up laundry. You do it like a relaxed cat.

The kids screaming at each other becomes you as  Sigmund Freud sitting down to watch their complex interactions, with thoughtful intuition until the baby runs into your arms. With love and patience, not judgement, just seeing who needs you and who is angry about what.

To really witness and watch and participate in that brawl in the living room --in a loving state, without feeling a need to be cop or Supreme court judge, or organizing the time efficiency of the action, is to really be there present in the post card of the now.

You want to be like the recreation director on a cruise ship, husbanding the action, coming up with new games, using the NOW MOMENT, even its  insanity, the kids' glowering competitiveness and passion as a kind of fuel to light the lamp of laughter, and the spark of reason --- to get them to see their 'stuff' in perspective, to get them to lighten up and laugh with you. And not be tantrumy infants with an attitude. But to see, digest, learn and LIVE SO DEEPLY that one day you will be able to remember.

Important work is being done in this second, here and now. You'll see that if you're really there. But are you? What does it take to 'go there?' To be HERE AND NOW?

I feel the starting point is consciousness expansion. SO I say go here: the Master Jules Website #1 or the Website #2  Or don't go. Just be here and now, every second. And remember to go back to it. And dump the mind. He's a bad friend. He'll lead you down dark alleys away from the here and now. And roll you of your memories. And you'll wake up age seventy looking at postcards, wondering, did this really happen? How come I don't remember being there?

1.) RELIGIOUS fanatacism. They do not want babies born to dead Muslim
parents going to CHRISTIANS, JEWS, ANYBODY but MUSLIMS.

2.) CATCH 22 is that NO MUSLIM man will adopt another person's child. If
his wife is infertile his law allows him to take other wives.

3.) HINDUS also can divorce if wife is infertile. No problem, no shame,
no blame. So no one in the region wants babies unless it is a few
parents who lost a new born in the tsunami. THEY have avidly been
seeking a sole baby in a hospital, as you've no doubt read. The child
was finally ID's thru DNA and given to correct parents.

4.) CHILDREN are not now in orphanages as there are none. FALLWELL org
went to JAKARTA to build orphnanage had the money, were thrown out by
GOV.

5.) JAKARTA GENERALS part of a lineage of killers. When OIL was found in
TIMOR, and TIMOR state wanted to separate from INDONESIA, Gov killed a
million people.

6.) THey have been doing the same in ACEH province. ALAN NAIRN reporter
has many WEB articles. GOOGLE his name with a PLUS + sign, and ACEH

7.) ONLY WORLD PROTEST can shame the Jakarta regime.

8.) Only dollar diplomacy by BUSH would pressure their jugular to let
babies come to WEST,(canada, europe, usa, etc.)

P.R. DELUGE is prayed for by TOT AIRLIFT founder Anita Sands, from you
sweet VOLUNTEERING ANGELS....that is YOU. You saw Craigs list and
responded. Media list I MADE for you is at
website in first article on that index page, TOT AIR LIFT WEBPAGE
http://home.earthlink.net/~loveguru/webpage.htm
 

India’s tsunami victims left without government assistance

By Sasi Kumar and M. Kailasam
23 February 2005

Nearly two months after the tsunami struck the southern Indian coast,
thousands of the survivors are living in difficult conditions.
Having lost family members, houses, possessions and in many cases their
livelihoods, they are struggling to cope day to day.
Those who spoke to the World Socialist Web Site expressed their
resentment and anger at the failure of authorities—local,
state and national—to alleviate their suffering.

WSWS reporters recently visited one of the affected areas near Madras in
the southern Indian state of Tamil Nadu. At
Palavetkadu, 41 km from Madras, about 30,000 people live in 24 small
villages. Ten of these were hit by the tsunami. Four
children and five women were killed but many more people lost their
boats, nets and household belongings. Unable to fish,
people in the area are dependent on the assistance of non-government
organisations (NGOs). Government relief is simply
inadequate.

Desam Sivaraj, 39, from the Lighthouse panchayat (village council area),
explained: “There are 244 families in our panchayat.
We were all affected by the tsunami tidal wave. The government promised
a relief package of 5,000 rupees ($US115) and 40
kg of rice per family. But the cost of distributing saris, bed sheets
and dhotis were deducted out from the 5,000 rupees, and
4,000 rupees was to be given each family.

“However, only 125 of the 244 families in our panchayat have received
the money. So we had to distribute that money among
all the families. As a result, every family was given 2,000 rupees by
the government. I buy and sell fish but I can’t go back to
sea yet. As there is not enough government relief, we have turned to
non-government organisations for help”.

Satankuppam and Koraikuppam are tiny impoverished villages located 4 km
from Palavetkadu. Three women were killed in
Satankuppam and two women and four children died at Koraikuppam. The
villages are located on what are virtually islands.
Residents have to cross a river to get to market or go to school.
Koraikuppam was inundated by tsunami but most of the 341
inhabitants survived because the water drained away through the
Palavetkadu River.

Rajesh Sampath, 25, told us: “Our relatives in the neighbouring village
thought that we had all died. But we all survived and they
insist that we shouldn’t live here anymore. They offered to provide
three meals a day for us from the crops they grow in their
own field. To get out votes at election time, politicians made fake
promises about the erection of a wall to protect us from the
sea. But once the election was over nobody comes here.

“Because the sea water reached the interior villages, the supply of
drinking water was affected. Currently the government
provides water from Methur village but that is not drinkable. In order
to get drinking water, people have to go to Karunkeli, 3
km away, by boat. But they cannot use boats to bring back full pots of
water so they carry the pots on their heads.”

Rajesh continued: “Generally it is difficult for our village people to
get to the shops or schools. As they have to cross the river, it
is difficult to carry people by boat after 8 pm. It’s difficult to go to
hospital at night if anyone falls sick or their life is in danger.
And it is difficult for us to study. They say India has developed
economically but we live in darkness not aware of anything other
than the sea and our village.

“Generally there are no toilet facilities for fishermen and as a result
there is the risk of various diseases. Now there is a scarcity
of drinking water. It would have been good if the government had
provided us with an alternative place of accommodation. We
are scared to live in this village. I am frightened by this horrific
event, even in my dreams. We have no confidence that the
governments that have been unconcerned about us for years will provide
us with household utensils and alternative
accommodation.”

Ragu Desappan, 25, from the same village told the WSWS that to purchase
new boats, fishing nets and other equipment would
cost 300,000 rupees. “When we were affected the government promised to
provide compensation but we were only given
15,000 rupees. We cannot even purchase fishing nets with this money.
Secondly they said they would give us relief funds but I
have no faith in that.”

Ragu explained that, like millions of other poor people in India, none
of the local villagers has a bank account, creating even
more problems. “We find it difficult to open a new bank account to cash
the 15,000 rupee cheque issued by the authorities.
Bankers demand various sureties to open a new account. Weeks have passed 
but we can’t get any money for the cheque. Even
after opening the account, we can only draw 14,500 rupees as it’s
compulsory to keep 500 rupees in one’s saving account!”

He said that many of the fishermen were now concerned about going out to
fish. “Previously when we went to sea we were
concerned only about our lives. But now when we go to sea we will be
worried about the safety of our children, parents and
wives as well.”

Sekar Rathnavelu, 28, from Satankuppam said that 75 percent of fishermen
were aware of big tides and storms but they could
not foresee the tsunami. He said that people should have been informed
by radio or TV when the waves first hit Indonesia.

“We feel that we have become orphans. The voluntary organisations have
been helping us. But we don’t like this way of
living—not going to work for a month just sitting and eating! Rather
than trusting the government it would be better to get a loan
to buy the equipment needed for our work. We have no other alternative,”
Ragu said.

Abibullah Ashif, 50, lost his wife in the disaster. He said that it was
not just fishermen but small traders in garments or food who
were suffering. “We don’t know for how long before we can start fishing
again. The conditions not only of fishermen but of the
entire community have deteriorated.

“Since the December 26 disaster we have been surviving largely on
voluntary assistance. When that help stops fishermen will be
forced into go to sea. But they don’t have the necessary equipment.
[prime minister] Manmohan Singh boasted that the federal
government relief would include houses and equipment but there is no
sign that is coming.”

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Scientist on radio two nights ago, here in LA said he thought ten
million had perished.

THE ACTIVIST WILL ALWAYS GET SOMEBODY’s NOSE OUT OF JOINT ;

THE TRUTH ATTRACTS CRITICS ! 

You KNOW that you’re doing something right in the ACTIVISM department when folks who can’t think, use English grammar or spell well send you hate notes! A nasty email came to me, from a CRAIGS LIST AD READER. 

MARIEKE SAID: I would love to adapt (sic) a baby from Indonesia or any of the other strickin(sic) countries, but would NEVER do it through your group. You are promoting to put them (sic) in loving families. But the love in your post is seriously lacking! There is a serious concern that the 'Baby adapting' Scheme is part of a Christian ploy to adapt Muslim babies and convert them! Posts like yours only confirm this concern! 

I responded, "Marieke, all we do is public relations. It is a battle. Soldiers are required to carry it off. NOT lily livered, polite, socially correct wimps. Besides, what did I say bad about them? THEY DID IT. I only reported it!!! 

I happened to note that Tsunami babies are Orphans now and they need homes, and as I pointed out, MUSLIM MEN will not touch another man’s child so I thought I could use Craig’s list to find soldiers to do Volunteer Public Relations on the issue of the MUSLIMS refusing a gifted orphanage and of course adoptions to the west. 

You tell me I am heartless, and you wouldn't take a baby from someone as mean spirited as me?? That my writing is prejudiced, HARD not soft? Well, ok, hey, I’m no NUN rocking a cradle. I don't arrange for adoptions. I do not handle babies. I don't raise money. I RAISE MY VOICE. THE T.O.T.A.L. group, TOT AIR LIFT for short, is a P.R.org, of soldiers Marieke. NOT a huggy kissy foundling home! We are seeking other soldiers to fight the P.R. battle. 

A battle is required. DO YOU NOTICE HOW ONE MONTH TO THE DAY LATER there is not one child adopted? WELL, there was ONE! A BABY hippopotamus, swept into the Indian Ocean by the tsunami, is finally coming out of his shell thanks to the love of a 120-year-old tortoise. Owen, a 300kg, one-year-old hippo, was swept down the Sabaki  River, into the ocean and then back to shore when the giant waves struck the Kenyan coast. The dehydrated hippo was found by wildlife rangers and taken to the Haller Park animal facility in the port city of Mombasa.
Pining for his lost mother, Owen quickly befriended a giant male Aldabran tortoise named Mzee - Swahili for "old man". 

"When we released Owen into the enclosure, he lumbered to the tortoise which has a dark gray color similar to grown up hippos," Sabine Baer, rehabilitation and ecosystems manager at the park, told ReutersonThursday. Haller Park ecologist Paula Kahumbu said the pair were now inseparable. After it was swept and lost its mother, the hippo was traumatized. It had to look for something to be a surrogate mother. Fortunately, it landed on the tortoise and established a strong bond. They swim, eat and sleep together," the ecologist added. "The hippo follows the tortoise exactly the way it follows its mother. If somebody approaches the tortoise, the hippo becomes aggressive, as if protecting its biological mother," Kahumbu added. "The hippo was left at a very tender age. Hippos are social animals that like to stay with their mothers for four years." She said the hippo's chances of survival in another herd were very slim, predicting that a dominant male would have killed him without a mother's care. Officials are hopeful Owen will befriend a female hippo called Cleo, also a resident at the park. “ As OWEN has already shown an ability to move beyond racial profiling and love another species with all his heart, there sure is hope for OWEN! 

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SO I found this sweet piece of news and sent it to my list. Does that make me HANNIBAL LECHTER?Marieke? I have four babies and I have a heart. I sent that HIPPO thing to 105 addies, maybe 200 parents who care very much about the tsunami orphans. And THEY KNOW that I CARE. CARING SO MUCH is why I battle to make their PLIGHT heard. 

Maybe you assumed I was a tuffie or read incarefully like you ASSUMED that I was offering babies or even FINDING babies. I have four children, am nearly 70 yrs of age. I have seen MUSLIM countries come and go. THIS ONE killed one million of its own people, these very generals who lead the country now genocided an entire state or province of theirs. FOR 20 yrs since that murder, AMERICA would not give them any arms as they KNEW these MUSLIM GENERALS would use them on their own peasants. 

HERE IS A FRAGMENT of news that was sent to the MOMMY/DADDY list which I give my life to, (making no income as WHAT I DO IS PRO BONO, not paid! Mind you, I am alone and must work to pay my own rent. I sent this news clipping below out yesterday to these good souls on LIST as they do public relations to the newspapers in USA which ignore hidden features of the adoption issue. 

A PIECE WHEREIN A REPORTER DESCRIBES that MUSLIM GENERALS WHO RUN INDONESIA JUST WANT TO KILL ALL THE SEPARATIST "rebels" IN ACEH! They aren't TIRED of death there, yet. 

"Sharp divisions in Jakarta over foreign presence in Aceh By John Roberts 26 January 2005 

In the aftermath of the tsunami disaster, divisions have opened up in
Indonesian ruling circles over the policy to be pursued in the hard-hit
province of Aceh in northern Sumatra. As of yesterday, officials lifted
the death toll to a staggering 228,000. At least 500,000 people are
homeless, the province’s limited infrastructure has been shattered and
the threat of widespread disease remains. 

The political differences in Jakarta have nothing to do with the plight
of survivors. Sections of the military are in favour of intensifying the
war against the separatist rebels of the Free Aceh Movement (GAM) and
are distinctly nervous about the presence of foreign troops, aid workers
and journalists. The administration of President Susilo Bambang
Yudhoyono, however, is under pressure from the major powers,
particularly the US, to modify its stance and engage in peace talks with
GAM leaders." There's a lot more but you get the idea.

In a country that killed off a million people in one of its own provinces, A PRESIDENT WITH BAM BANG for a middle name makes me suspicious is all!In light of previous genocide. OR RECENT murder of CHINESE and BUDDHISTS there, where they racially target sectors, And the ongoing GENOCIDE in ACEH province. Makes me suspicious. Forgive me! I’m really more of a wimp than you know!

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Now, occasionally I DO report such bad news the LIST gets the shakes!
A LADY on the TSUNAMI list just said that this sentence of mine made her
think I was prejudiced against MUSLIMS 

"I am outraged and irate by the way ethnic and religious stereotypes are
promoted on this list. Comments of this nature: Regarding the babies"...MUSLIMS won't give them up"

STATEMENTS like THAT do no more than promote prejudice. TAKE ME OFF
LIST." I wrote her back and sent it to entire list:
"Dear A., Please pause a moment, reflect back, and take the following
multiple choice test. The events are actual cuts from past history. They
actually happened!!! Do you remember: 

-1968 Bobby Kennedy was shot and killed by

a.     a.Superman

2. b.. Jay Leno
3. c.Harry Potter
4. d.Muslim male extremist between the ages of 17 and 40 

1. In 1972 at the Munich Olympics, athletes were kidnapped and massacred
by
a. Olga Corbett
b. Sitting Bull
c. Arnold Schwarzenegger
d. Muslim male extremists mostly between the ages of 17 and 40 

2. In 1979, the US embassy in Iran was taken over by:
a. Lost Norwegians
b. Elvis
c. A tour bus full of 80-year-old women
d. Muslim male extremists mostly between the ages of 17 and 40 

3.During the 1980's a number of Americans were kidnapped in Lebanon by:
a. John Dillinger
b. The King of Sweden
c. The Boy Scouts
d. Muslim male extremists mostly between the ages of 17 and 40 

4. In 1983, the US Marine barracks in Beirut was blown up by:
a. A pizza delivery boy
b. Pee Wee Herman
c. Geraldo Rivera
d. Muslim male extremists mostly between the ages of 17 and 40 

5. In 1985 the cruise ship Achille Lauro was hijacked and a 70 year old
American passenger was murdered and thrown overboard in his wheelchair
by:
a. The Smurfs
b. Davy Jones
c. The Little Mermaid
d. Muslim male extremists mostly between the ages of 17 and 40 

6.In 1985 TWA flight 847 was hijacked at Athens, and a passenger was
selected at random, a US Navy diver and he was murdered by:
a. Captain Kidd
b. Charles Lindberg
c. Mother Teresa
d. Muslim male extremists mostly between the ages of 17 and 40 

7.In 1988, Pan Am Flight 103 ( hundreds of innocent people, ) was bombed by:
a. Scooby Doo
b. The Tooth Fairy
c. Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid
d. Muslim male extremists mostly between the ages of 17 and 40 

8. In 1993 the World Trade Center was bombed the first time by:
a. Richard Simmons
b. Grandma Moses
c. Michael Jordan
d. Muslim male extremists mostly between the ages of 17 and 40 

9.In 1998, the US embassies in Kenya and Tanzania were
bombed by:
a. Mr. Rogers
b. Hillary Clinton, to distract attention from Wild Bill' s women problems
c. The World Wrestling Federation
d. Muslim male extremists mostly between the ages of 17 and 40 

10. On 9/11/01, four airliners were hijacked; two were used as missiles
to take out the World Trade Centers and of the remaining
two, one crashed into the US Pentagon and the other was diverted and
crashed by the passengers.Thousands of people were killed by:
a. Bugs Bunny, Wiley E. Coyote , Daffy Duck and Elmer Fudd
b. The Supreme Court of Florida
c. Mr. Bean
d. Muslim male extremists mostly between the ages of 17 and 40 

11. In 2002 reporter Daniel Pearl was kidnapped and murdered by:
a. Bonnie and Clyde
b. Captain Kangaroo
c. Billy Graham
d. Muslim male extremists mostly between the ages of 17 and 40 

12. These same MUSLIM GENERALS had a tragedy in their country 20
years ago. A million of their poorest peasants in TIMOR province
suddenly showed up dead, bullets in babies, mothers, all of them.
WHo did it?
a. Santa, the Elves and reindeer
b. USA wanting the OIL rich land there.
c. TEXANS wanting the oil rich land there.
d. INDONESIAN president, a general, his soldiers. i.e. MUSLIM men between l7 and 40. 

D is again the correct answer. SO .....when you accuse me of racially profiling and subscribing to pop
stereotypes of Muslims, and you don't really see a pattern here to justify profiling, I'd say there will be more genocide down the line! Cuz you're too wimpy to stop it! WORLD DISAPPROVAL is required!.

To ensure we Americans never offend anyone,particularly fanatics
intent on killing us, should airport security screeners no longer be
allowed to profile certain people? They aren't now you know. They must
conduct random searches of 80-year-old women, little kids, airline
pilots with proper identification, secret agents who are members of the
President's security detail, 85-year old Congressmen with metal hips,
and Medal of Honor winning and former Governor Joe Foss, but leave
Muslim Males between the ages 17 and 40 alone because of profiling
prejudices like you have. 

Liberal dunder-headed attorneys along withFederal Justices should be
ashamed of themselves- if they have any such sense. And meanwhile, may I
continue to figure out how to MAKE ONE MILLION BABIES who don't have
Mommies or Daddies AVAILABLE to mummies and daddies in the first world
including ISRAEL,AUSTRALIA, JAPAN, AMERICA, CANADA, LATIN AMERICA, all
places where IMMIGRANTS TOOK A totally EMPTY LAND, grew food, created
factories and made themselves happy and prosperous unlike these MUSLIM
BOZOS who inherited sand and even with all that oil couldn't end up with
a stick or a wheat field and today breed like roaches bringing babies
into the world who must live in shacks with no food which twists their
brains into thinking WE are the reason they are have nots! They have a
bug up their butt about their poverty which that convinces them they
should MURDER ALL OF us in an immense planetary JIHAD. Instead of
planting wheat and laying irrigation pipe.

Wait, don't listen to me. As the writer of the award winning story
"Forrest Gump" so aptly put it, "Stupid is as stupid does." OR in this
case, GENOCIDAL IS as GENOCIDAL DOES. That's why God smacked them this
tsunami in ACEH where the GENOCIDAL GENERALS were about to wipe out
every separatist sitting on an oil well. 

Villains exist. IF JEWS had recognized what HITLER REALLY WAS, how
prejudiced and LOW...and said as much to the world media from '33 to '39,
they'd have saved 6 million of themselves. IF the kulaks (ruski
peasants,) had recognized how LOW STALIN was, 30 million of them would
have saved themselves and the farms JOE stole when he kicked them off
the land and sent them all to their deaths. THIS MUSLIM TERRORIST SPIRIT
alive in these men who run INDONESIA, SRI LANKA etc. is much more full
of xenophobic hate than little ole ME! THEY don't even KNOW me and they
wish me and every other AMERICAN WOMAN A BLOODY death by beheading as
they consider us American gals to be utter whores. 

Yet here I stand with 105 other people, list members, mostly soft
hearted parents, all of us wanting to raise the babies which they won't
adopt. THEY DO NOT TOUCH ANOTHER man's CHILD! MUSLIMS do not ADOPT! They
discard infertile wives. End of story. SO IT IS NOT PREJUDICE with us or
tell me why we WESTERNERS would like to raise those darling babies? HELP
the babies survive even take them into our families? IF we hate them
generically, wouldn't we want their babies DEAD along wtih them? NO.
WESTERN HEARTS are different. NO HATE HERE! I don't even hate THEM. I
just see them as infantile, holding on to rage instead of a shovel to
dig a garden. Or lay pipe for water to create crops like their neighbors
the ISRAELIS did with communal work forces. KIBBUTZIM. And hey, DO YOU
THINK these MUSLIMS would take CANADIAN BABIES if all the men and women
in CANADA drowned? NO, they'd have no interest. NONE! NOR would they
send 6 billion dollars! As west has done. 

EVIL EXISTS. SAINTS EXIST. That's life. Fifty fifty. Yin Yang .. If I
sound curmudgeonly, it's only the impression in YOUR MIND. My heart
loves and wraps itself around these MUSLIM innocent babies. No matter
what blood runs in their veins. I wish I weren't nearing 70 and could
really adopt a few. No matter what strain it placed on me. 

THESE MUSLIMS who don't want them adopted by loving parents ! THEY
obviously DO NOT HAVE SIMILAR FEELINGS of love and concern. So I HAVE
PREJUDICE against scoundrels. YOU SHOULD TOO but don't kick me in the
teeth for the feelings I HAVE and call me nasty! 

NASTY IS AS NASTY DOES! ANYWAY I don't promise candy bars. I promise a
fight to get to the American media to get this issue on OPRAH. I promise
angry typing. I HOPE to get list members to get their voices up. WE
RAISE VOICES not money. It says that in my ad. 

SO when you, Marieke say: "I would love to adapt a baby from Indonesia or
any of the other strickin countries, but would NEVER do it through your
group. You are promoting to put them in loving families.. but the love
in your post is seriously lacking! There is a serious concern that the
'Baby adapting' Scheme is part of a Christian ploy to adopt Muslim
babies and convert them.. posts like yours only confirm this concern! 

CONVERT THEM? MARIEKE, how about converting them to FOOD, warm beds
instead of sleeping on cardboard in the rain. THE DAMN HIPPOPOTOMUS is
freaked out and bonding to a tortoise. Does he think "JEEZ the tortoise
is a BUDDHIST, I'm in deep trouble? 

I am not a Christian. I AM NOT anything. I am not an evangelical. I had
to get rid of a lot of sentiment I had against Revs Pat Robertson/
Fallwell and Brewer to even realize that three guys who'd LIVE THEIR
ENTIRE LIFE 24 hrs a day and consecrate it to creating AN ORPHANAGE IN
INDONESIA are probably not the square bible thumpers I thought they were! THEY
are as close to JESUS, SAINT THOMAS OF AQUINAS and MOTHER TERESA
as we have in this world, today. Give them to JAKARTA you do JAKARTA A FAVOR!

AND YOU think you are a judge of what's right? GET ALL THE baby HIPPOS
TO A wise old, kindly TORTOISE ! THAT IS WHAT's RIGHT! 

Anyway, if parents from the other thousand countries were to take these babies
and raise them away from MURDEROUS MULLAHS AND MUSLIM MANIACS
we'd be doing them a favor. NONE of the other nations has made a culture of
MURDER! NONE!

ALTHOUGH MY OWN COUNTRY, USA is now controlled by a COUP of generals
and OIL MEN who are doing GENOCIDE. SO I have to say MY COUNTRY is also
part of the problem. But MARIEKE? I'd SERIOUSLY think twice about giving a baby to a
falsely sentimental, unctuous, radical-snooting dunderhead like you! Cuz you'd raise your
little Muslim son to pay his taxes to Murderer BUSH and the like , these third generation,
inbred, oligarch licking, "bought" politicos, so that THEY could invade more MUSLIM
COUNTRIES and steal the oil and kill innocent civilians in hellish genocide designed
to do nothing more than gain THEIR TEXAS oil cronies some rich oil fields. ANd you'd let
them turn our Social Security pensions over to a crap game called WALL STREET benfitting
the oligarchs who paid for their  election campaigns. Craven hard hearted, self-serving
FLAG-waving PEOPLE like you buy into the real crap while spitting on any noisy,
anti-genocide, soft hearted Mommy with good vision who volunteers to speak up!
GO FIGURE!
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