The equation in the subject line explains pretty much it all, though my dissappointment probably doesn’t come through quite so well. Oh, well. I was looking for a good romp in the sack with my hubby tonight, post the Trinala show on SL, but as he’s currently puking from King Bacardi Select, I don’t think that’s going to happen. Oh, well. God knows I’ve got cigarettes, right? And I can stay up trying to figure out why the code on the Bipolar forum broke when we tried to reapply the chat room module to it. So I guess I have distraction . . . and distraction is always good when you were expecting sex and then find out you’re not going to get it.
About the stitches . . . Last night I tried not to use the running boards on my Explorer to get into it. Bad idea. I ended up hurting the soft tissue on my left ass cheek and on my left deltoid on down a bit and cutting open a half inch deep by half inch wide gap into my knee. Now, I could’ve gone to the hospital and had them stitch it up, but I’m a certified First Responder, which means I know how to at least stitch people up. So I did it myself at home, after we went out for dinner at China Cafe. I didn’t yelp or scream like I thought I might. I whimpered on the first one, but after that I was conversationally keeping my former Army Medic husband informed of my progress in a casual tone. When I was done he said I’d done a great job and that I was truly hardcore.
Right now I don’t feel so damn hardcore. He’s puking and since the toilet backed up – AGAIN - while he was puking, guess who got to clean up the mess? And he’s still puking. He said he’d let me know when he’s done so I can go back to plunging the night away.
And then I think I’ll just stay up and code away my dissappointment and frustration. Why not? I’ve got enough cigarettes to hold me until morning when I can go get more. So . . .
I hear snoring coming from the bathroom. So, he’s definitely done puking and while I’ve tried to get him to drink water, he wouldn’t listen to me on that. So he’ll have a head splitting headache in the morning. And if I leave him in the bathroom, asleep atop the toilet . . . Nah, I can’t do that. I’d better wake his ass up and get him to bed. Even if I can’t sleep, why should I keep him out of bed and let him sleep on top of the porcelain king until he wakes up for himself and stumbles into bed, where I won’t be.
And we were talking about having such fun, too. I really can’t express my dissappointment in all this.
You know, and after something that was said by him about another SL user and how good she gave blow jobs, I feel really low on the totem poll. I’m wondering what my incentive is. For anything.
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REFUSED TO NOT ONLY PUT HIS HAND ON HIS HEART DURING THE PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE, BUT REFUSED TO SAY THE PLEDGE…..how in the hell can a man like this expect to be our next Commander-in-Chief?! I cannot trust his motives
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Now. . . .
John McCain . . .
In light of the recent appeals court ruling in California, with respect to the Pledge of Allegiance, the following recollection from Senator John McCain is very appropriate:
‘The Pledge of Allegiance’ – by Senator John McCain
‘As you may know, I spent five and one half years as a prisoner of war during the Vietnam War. In the early years of our imprisonment, the NVA kept us in solitary confinement or two or three to a cell. In 1971 the NVA moved us from these conditions of isolation into large rooms with as many as 30 to 40 men to a room.
This was, as you can imagine, a wonderful change and was a direct result of the efforts of millions of Americans on behalf of a few hundred POWs 10,000 miles from home.
One of the men who moved into my room was a young man named Mike Christian.
Mike came from a small town near Selma , Alabama . He didn’t wear a pair of shoes until he was 13 years old. At 17, he enlisted in the US Navy. He later earned a commission by going to Officer Training School Then he became a Naval Flight Officer and was shot down and captured in 1967. Mike had a keen and deep appreciation of the opportunities this country and our military provide for people who want to work and want to succeed.
As part of the change in treatment, the Vietnamese allowed some prisoners to receive packages from home. In some of these packages were handkerchiefs, scarves and other items of clothing.
Mike got himself a bamboo needle. Over a period of a couple of months, he created an American flag and sewed on the inside of his shirt.
Every afternoon, before we had a bowl of soup, we would hang Mike’s shirt on the wall of the cell and say the Pledge of Allegiance.
I know the Pledge of Allegiance may not seem the most important part of our day now, but I can assure you that in that stark cell it was indeed the most important and meaningful event.
One day the Vietnamese searched our cell, as they did periodically, and discovered Mike’s shirt with the flag sewn inside, and removed it.
That evening they returned, opened the door of the cell, and for the benefit of all of us, beat Mike Christian severely for the next couple of hours. Then, they opened the door of the cell and threw him in. We cleaned him up as well as we could.
The cell in which we lived had a concrete slab in the middle on which we slept Four naked light bulbs hung in each corner of the room.
As I said, we tried to clean up Mike as well as we could. After the excitement died down, I looked in the corner of the room, and sitting there beneath that dim light bulb with a piece of red cloth, another shirt and his bamboo needle, was my friend, Mike Christian. He was sitting there with his eyes almost shut from the beating he had received, making another American flag. He was not making the flag because it made Mike Christian feel better. He was making that flag because he knew how important it was to us to be able to Pledge our allegiance to our flag and country.
So the next time you say the Pledge of Allegiance, you must never forget the sacrifice and courage that thousands of Americans have made to build our nation and promote freedom around the world. You must remember our duty, our honor, and our country.’
‘I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.’
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