f.u.c.
b-day
7-25-85

there once were two studs wild and free, the first was so young and strong that try as i might to be one with him, he ended up breaking me. as i lie there he nuzzles me with his chestnut whiskers lipping at me to get up and urging me to get bucked off of his mighty back again. i pull myself up and manage to ride him. putting him up i drop the saddle off his back. once again he nuzzles me looking for a treat.
as i carry my saddle to the pasture the handsomer of my two studs comes to me.
he gladly takes the bit and does not flinch as i climb on him leaving the saddle for later. his deep red coat and long sorrel locks shine brilliantly, until he baucks at a mare, starting his prancing he dances everywhere. i love the way he moves so i let him move unhindered by my hand. he playfully nips at my boot then goes to sniffing the mare.
looking over to the corral i see my other young stud nipping a palomino mare she turns and kicks at him... i smile, looking at my current stud he breaths soft breath on this handsome black mare, with a young colt at side she is surprisingly bold not offering to bite or kick, just polite respect.
suddenly startled all ears watch as the sky cracks with lightning the black mare suddenly makes me jealous as she prances around causing my stud to stir between my legs he side steps toward her despite my subtle handling to keep him quiet. head bobbing tail swishing we step out in long strides towards the barn. Rubbing him down to copper gold brilliance he nuzzles my tears gently lipping them away between nickers, i hug his neck as he backs away slightly startled by my movement.
i turn him back out to pasture tail held high he runs unhindered. walking back to the corral the palomino filly curiously sniffs me a few times. chestnut legs suddenly appear a flash shaud hooves strike out, i dodge them by a hair, as i see in the distant my more beloved stud with the black mare watching ears perked forward
..... to be continued

so just at davids house working on my truck. not gana lie though im sick of all the crap i take for being a dodge girl nothing worng with likeing something else. but i wish people would back off sometimes. and david needs to be more emotionaly avaliable. its hard getting your radiator for valentines day.. actualy it was just the time spent picking it up and gas thats what i got. kinda depressing. ill live so yeh.

bryan and i are over. and as far as [Conifer~Cowgirl] and i are concerd i dont know if i really want her freindship again

Jose and Carlos are panhandling at the freeway off-ramp, each holding a sign.



Jose drives a Mercedes, lives in a mortgage free house and has a lot of money to spend. Carlos only brings in 2 to 3 dollars a day.



Carlos asks Jose how he can bring home a suitcase full of $10 bills every day. Jose says, "Look at your sign." 



I have no work, a wife & 6 kids to support. 






"Now look at mine." Carlos looks at Jose's sign.



I only need another $10.00 to move back to Mexico 

or

March 27, 2007
New Form of Evil Is Why America Has Not Won Iraq War
By Dennis Prager


I never thought we could see a new form of evil. After the gas chambers of the Holocaust, the tens of millions murdered in the Gulag, the forced starvation in the Ukraine, the hideous medical experiments on people by the Germans and the Japanese in World War II, the torture chambers in all police states, I had actually believed that no new forms of evil existed.

I was wrong.

Of course, for sheer cruelty, one cannot outdo the Nazis; no depiction of hell ever matched the reality of Auschwitz and Bergen-Belsen. But while Islamists and Baathists in Iraq have not devised new forms of torture -- there probably are no new ways left -- they have devised a new form of evil: murdering, maiming and torturing as many innocents among their own people as possible.

I do not know of an analogous form of evil. When the Allies conquered Nazi Germany, disaffected Nazis did not go around murdering and cutting off the heads of fellow Germans in order to make the Allies leave. Nor did disaffected Japanese blow up Japanese students so as to make the American occupation of Japan untenable.

Here is the latest example of this new form of evil as reported by the Associated Press: "Maj. Gen. Michael Barbero, deputy director for regional operations on the Joint Staff, said . . . the vehicle used in the attack [on Iraqi civilians] was waved through a U.S. military checkpoint because two children were visible in the back seat. He said this was the first reported use of children in a car bombing in Baghdad. 'Children in the back seat lowered suspicion, (so) we let it move through, they parked the vehicle, the adults run out and detonate it with the children in the back,' Barbero told reporters in Washington."

These same "insurgents" routinely blow up children who line up to receive candy from U.S. troops. Likewise, college students are targeted for death, as are men lining up to apply for civilian jobs, men and women attending mosques, physicians in hospitals, and so on. The more innocent the Iraqi, the more likely he or she is to be targeted for murder.

I submit that there was no way to anticipate this. And no one did. This includes all those who predicted a civil war in Iraq between Shiites and Sunnis. I include myself among those who predicted savagery in Iraq. On a number of occasions prior to our invasion of Iraq, I recounted to my radio listeners this chilling story:
As a young man, in 1974, I was riding on a bus traveling from Beirut to Damascus. The man I sat next to was an English-speaking Iraqi whom I asked at one point in our conversation, "Can you describe your nation in a sentence?" "No problem," he immediately answered. "We Iraqis are the most barbaric people in the world."

I obviously never forgot that man's words, and therefore anticipated great cruelties in Iraq. But neither I nor anyone who predicted a civil war had so much as a premonition of this unprecedented mass murder of the men, women and children among one's own people as a military tactic to defeat an external enemy.

It is, therefore, unfair to blame the Bush administration for not anticipating such a determined "insurgency." Without the mass murder of fellow Iraqis, there would hardly be any "insurgency." The combination of suicide terrorists and a theology of death has created an unprecedented form of "resistance" to an occupier: "We will murder as many men, women and children as we can until you leave." Nor is this a matter of Sunnis murdering Shiites and vice versa: college students, women shopping at a Baghdad market and hospital workers all belong to both groups. Truck bombs cannot distinguish among tribes or religious affiliations.

If America had to fight an insurgency directed solely against us and coalition forces -- even including suicide bombers -- we would surely have succeeded. No one, right, left or center, could imagine a group of people so evil, so devoid of the most elementary and universal concepts of morality, that they would target their own people, especially the most vulnerable, for murder.

That is why we have not yet prevailed in Iraq. Even without all the mistakes made by the Bush administration -- and what political or military leadership has not made many errors in prosecuting a war? -- it could not have foreseen this new form of evil we are witnessing in Iraq.
Form of Evil Is Why America Has Not Won Iraq War by Dennis Prager
That is why we have not won.

There are respectable arguments to be made against America's initially going into Iraq. But intellectually honest opponents of the war have to acknowledge that no one could anticipate an "insurgency" that included people leaving children in a car and then blowing them up.

Copyright 2007 Creators Syndicate Inc.

MY BROTHERS:
.1 is justin age 19 ladys hes single,
.2 is kent age 22 also single.(biolgical from fathers side)
and number .3 mike 17 not single lol sont bother asking.

but im also

but i truly belive

se but im feeling like this

and now i feel random so

I'm happy go lucky, but I'm kinda in the most insane mood. All I wanted to do today was cry. I have no idea why. I'm in that fuck off / I dont give a damn about you or what you do or if you actualy fuck off so long as its not disturbing my misery, type mood. .. and I kinda like it. although at the same time im still inquisitive its really odd. damn what am i.. *ponders this*
I dont really know who or what i am anymore. seems this world spins opposite me anymore. i cant think in it i dont want to be of it and im not of it. this world is.. just here. I fear life i think. I hid everything that I am and just sorta.. float. I mean im a visible floater but ... I go invisble sometimes, not maby for all of you but for me. like you can see me but I cant see me. Urm.. My point here is that i try and live with out fears. Sometimes though, it just seems like in the long run my life is defined by my fears.
This is crazy though to because im not high or anything. but every since is hightn'ed, but dulled. ... I dont know how to explain all this. See at the same time im not at all happy. if anything I really do just wana curl up in a ball and go away for good. I'm so sick of all the drama. I know what I want so why cant I just get it?
My over all point is this is the new me I'm sick of being trod on. I'm not dirt to be launched under the weel. and seems to me past year thats all I've been to everyone. The game is over and I'm playing for keeps now. its bullshit the way some of you people treat me and you know who you are. I'm not a fucking yo yo so stop toying with me telling me lies!
If your really my freind, and theres a god damned issue you'd better come and fucking talk to me rather than belive all the bull shit im sick of it! So if your not mature enough to do that fuck off! I dont want people like this in my life anymore. its to god damned much to care about you all when you never are there for me.
fuckers. see if I god damned care any god damned more! because I dont even care I've just been nice. well guess what? nice + me = over.
go fuck yourself with a razor laced dilldoe if you cant handle the truth about me. im a bitch and a heart breaker. I dont care about most people. I tend to try and hell some of you be there for you all but you dont care so why the fuck should i care? hell some of you on my freinds list mean nothing to me. AT All. you could die tomarrow and i wouldent cry or even give a fuck.
so if you think your wana these people ask me and ill tell you.
jit
p.s. some of you Really are crap freinds. and im gana tell you if you ask me.