Thursday, June 29, 2006



I was so sad after I uploaded the Iraq soldier article from the New York Times (below) that I thought I'd go to my darling funny entertaining brilliant first born son's blog for a cheer up. One of his best talents is making me laugh with his cleverness. Like being splashed with cold water, but in a GOOD way... His latest blog is a mental tickle. He is so excited to be married (in less than 5 weeks, as he reminds us on today's post.) (Pic of Jenny, Dan and me from last December, 2005. He doesn't think this photo is flattering of him, but he is too critical, and it's my blog, damnit!))

I wish he would write more often, so I could contrast the dark side of my view of the world with the "joy of Dan" which is also in my view of the world.


http://danubistheconcise.blogspot.com/

Check it out. It's like eating a creme brulee...
I had to post this. My nephew is a Marine in Iraq and every day I worry about him and his warrior comrades who are put in harms way by those in power in the White House for this stupid senseless politicized war...


"War Ends Silently for One American Soldier




By DEXTER FILKINS
Published: June 29, 2006 (The New York Times)
RAMADI, Iraq, June 28 — A soldier was dead, and it was time for him to go home.



The doors to the little morgue swung open, and six soldiers stepped outside carrying a long black bag zippered at the top.

About 60 soldiers were waiting to say goodbye. They had gathered in the sand outside this morgue at Camp Ramadi, an Army base in Anbar Province, now the most lethal of Iraqi places.

Inside the bag was Sgt. Terry Michael Lisk, 26, of Zion, Ill., killed a few hours before.
In the darkness, the bag was barely visible. A line of blue chemical lights marked the way to the landing strip not far away.
Everyone saluted, even the wounded man on a stretcher. No one said a word.

Sergeant Lisk had been standing near an intersection in downtown Ramadi on Monday morning when a 120-millimeter mortar shell, fired by guerrillas, landed about 30 paces away. The exploding shell flung a chunk of steel into the right side of his chest just beneath his arm. He stopped breathing and died a few minutes later.

The pallbearers lifted Sergeant Lisk into the back of an ambulance, a truck marked by a large red cross, and fell in with the others walking silently behind it as it crept through the sand toward the landing zone. The blue lights showed the way.

From a distance came the sound of a helicopter.

Death comes often to the soldiers and marines who are fighting in Anbar Province, which is roughly the size of Louisiana and is the most intractable region in Iraq. Almost every day, an American soldier is killed somewhere in Anbar — in Ramadi, in Haditha, in Falluja, by a sniper, by a roadside bomb, or as with Sergeant Lisk, by a mortar shell. In the first 27 days of June, 27 soldiers and marines were killed here. In small ways, the military tries to ensure that individual soldiers like Sergeant Lisk are not forgotten in the plenitude of death.

One way is to say goodbye to the body of a fallen comrade as it leaves for the United States. Here in Anbar, American bodies are taken first by helicopter to Camp Anaconda, the big logistical base north of Baghdad, and then on to the United States. Most helicopter traffic in Anbar, for security reasons, takes place at night. Hence the darkness.

In the minutes after the mortar shell exploded, everyone hoped that Sergeant Lisk would live. Although he was not breathing, the medics got to him right away, and the hospital was not far.

"What's his name?" asked Col. Sean MacFarland, the commander of the 4,000-soldier First Brigade.
"Lisk, sir," someone replied.
"If he can be saved, they'll save him," said Colonel MacFarland, who had been only a few yards away in an armored personnel carrier when the mortar shell landed.

About 10 minutes later, the word came.

"He's dead," Colonel MacFarland said.

Whenever a soldier dies, in Iraq or anywhere else, a wave of uneasiness — fear, revulsion, guilt, sadness — ripples through the survivors. It could be felt on Monday, even when the fighting was still going on.

"He was my best friend," Specialist Allan Sammons said, his lower lip shaking. "That's all I can say. I'm kind of shaken up."
Another soldier asked, "You want to take a break?"
Specialist Sammons said, "I'll be fine," his lip still shaking.

Sergeant Lisk's friends and superiors recalled a man who had risen from a hard childhood to become someone whom they counted on for cheer in a grim and uncertain place.

"He was a special kid," Specialist Sammons said. "He came from a broken home. I think he was divorced. I'm worried that it might be hard to find someone."
He said he would write a letter to the family — to whom it was not clear just yet.

Hours later, at the landing zone at Camp Ramadi, the helicopter descended. Without lights, in the darkness, it was just a grayish glow. With its engines still whirring, it lowered its back door.
The six soldiers walked out to the chopper and lifted Sergeant Lisk's body into it. The door went back up. The helicopter flew away.
The soldiers saluted a final time.

In the darkness, as the sound of the helicopter faded, Colonel MacFarland addressed his soldiers.

"I don't know if this war is worth the life of Terry Lisk, or 10 soldiers, or 2,500 soldiers like him," Colonel MacFarland told his forces. "What I do know is that he did not die alone. He was surrounded by friends.
"A Greek philosopher said that only the dead have seen the end of war," the colonel said. "Only Terry Lisk has seen the end of this war."

The soldiers turned and walked back to their barracks in the darkness.

No one said a word.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Senator Barack Obama
Democrat, Illinois  Posted by Picasa
http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2006/6/23/84849/6360

...check out the above link at the Dailykos to a speech by Senator Barack Obama, ( http://obama.senate.gov/) at the Take Back America conference.

Here are a few of the lines of his speech which give me renewed hope in our future!

"...Ladies and gentlemen, this is our time.
Our time to make a mark on history.
Our time to write a new chapter in the American story.
Our time to leave our children a country that is freer and kinder, more prosperous and more just than the place we grew up.
And then someday, someday, if our kids get the chance to stand where we are and look back at the beginning of the 21st century, they can say that this was the time when America renewed its purpose.
They can say that this was the time when America found its way.
They can say that this was the time when America learned to dream again.
Thank you. "

Friday, June 23, 2006

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Friday already? I woke up to Sandra Day O'Connor, talking to Diane Ream about the damned Supreme Court. Then the newspaper's headline about the Supreme Court sending that dude back to Mexico. Then John Jacob saying the devil/satan is causing him problems. And Utahns being bigots according to a poll in yesterdays paper, like I had to read a poll to know this...And so on, the spineless moderate demos not being able to tell the Congress to end the damned war, soldiers being killed, innocent civilians being killed, and why are we there in the first place? Our President is a stubborn, stupid human waste of flesh. And he is surrounded by evil I think I'm back in the McCarthy era and can't do anything about it.

One win, that's all I ask, just one little representative...or even Jim Matheson holding on to his seat...
Or me being paid by the Democratic Party...

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

This is a picture of my first "Grandnephew"- My brother Len's first Grandson...his name is Connor and he is one of the cutest kids in the whole world..when I first saw him in person, my thought was "If I were to cut off his dad's head and put it on the body of a baby this is what it would look like..." Spending time with Connor brought back memories of being a big sister. It is so weird to love someone that you've never met, but in a global way, probably already know. We all met up in San Diego, (Oceanside to be more exact), last May. My husband, Michael got a chance to meet Len's fiance; Deb, and my nephew Jake and his wife Rose.
I also got to meet Haley, (Rose's daughter and Jake's stepdaughter) the first time. Too pretty. Jake better start practicing with that baseball bat.

Since we were in Oceanside, and it was Marine Appreciation Day on the beach, I almost passed out from all the testosterone in the air. Posted by Picasa

Sunday, June 18, 2006

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Today we went to an extended family event in Ogden for Father's Day.

One of the men there is a brother of a relative who isn't really a relative, but part of the "mispucha". After chatting briefly he asked what I DO, y'know, the thing that people in other states ask each other upon first meeting, instead of asking "what religion are you?"

Not that the question will bring people closer than the Utah version, as this man, after I told him I work with the Democratic Party, got green in the face. "Well, " he said, "I guess it takes all kinds..."

"What do you mean?" I pressed.

"Oh, just that Democrats are anti American."

Instead of getting into a political argument questioning his perceptions of reality, I just responded "Yup, that's why I do it, I'm anti American."

I've decided that is the best way to deal with people whose minds are firmly locked, and who appear to have an IQ equal or below that of our current President. Agree with them, have a little fun with my passive agression. It saves my energy. I don't have to discuss issues with people who are using pejoratives.

Especially works with men who are attempting to get a rise out of me when they make broad anti female comments. Just agree with tongue in cheek and straight face. ("Women do...blah blah." Me: "You're right, they never should have given us the vote.")

Saturday, June 17, 2006

I tried to write to Newsweek to vent about the pictures of Zarqawi shown by the U.S. Military as well as the "media". What the....? I cannot comprehend the thinking that allows us to show pictures of dead people; people who are our enemies, granted, but Dead People nontheless...What's the deal?

Okay, we aren't showing videos of "us" cutting off the heads of innocents. But how can we hope to win the "hearts and minds" of people from another culture when we disrespect the dead.

Maybe we ought to go back to cutting off the heads of those we have vanquished and posting them on the gates of the city. That'll teach those s.o.b.'s to mess with us.

I didn't send the letter, I don't know how to express my outrage without setting myself up to sound like a left wing liberal unpatriotic bleeding heart...
This is me and my honey, the Republican in Democratic clothing. A former card carrying ACLU member, he has gone conservative in his golden years...that's me hugging him. Posted by Picasa

Sunday, June 11, 2006


Taken in Florida on a side street in the South Beach area. I just liked the idea of a port a potty being "friendly". Instead of those kind in Paris, where the door opens suddently while you're sitting there. And you paid money for the experience...Ah, Paris...