Items in the news amaze and disgust me.
How can anyone not believe that Michael Jackson is guilty as hell ?
Yes the parents were negligent… how could they not know this boy/man
was a pedophile. Ignorance is not bliss. Not when a child is the bait.
One only needs to sit for moment in thought to understand how MJ
ended up this way.
While we all watched this cute kid become a star years ago,
others preyed on him.
No excuse…. I too am a survivor of unspeakable
abuse… yet I never became an abuser.
Put him away, stop this nonsense now.
I’ve been reading a disturbing blog. 63 days, it’s title.
Alli was taken, at the request of her family, to a wilderness camp.
An attempt to “save” their daughter from herself.
The horrors she endured by so called adults leaves me breathless.
I’ve googled the story… this group of so called counselors, forced
to close up shop due to “students” deaths,
left the country and now do the same on a ship in the Caribbean.
Steve Cartisano, the founder, continues to escape prosecution.
Right now… this instant… another child is being tortured.
Their parents have no idea what they signed up for.
Wanda Alston, former assistant to Patricia Ireland of NOW,
a long time Washington, D.C., liaison to the LGBT community,
a successful advocate for women’s rights and LGBT rights.
Stabbed to death and found by her partner in their
home on Wednesday. Her car is missing.
At this time they are not calling this a hate crime.
“Planet Out” had the story. Where is it on the AP and Reuters ?
Martha is out and true to form, proving all the nay sayers wrong.
Go Martha… people fear strong women. As they should.
People have called me Martha for years. She taught me well.
Home keeping, design, decorative faux finishes.
All learned by her and others like her.
I feel admiration, respect compassion. Live Martha.
Personally…. a clay day. Time to create, then iron uniforms,
cook for my family. Cuddle with Jan on the couch tonight
and begin my work week tomorrow.
One of my pups may be dead meat soon.
Teddy couldn’t handle my nice clean comforter yesterday.
He decided he should mark that territory as his. Yes… dead meat.
I’ll be washing it again today and shutting my bedroom door.
Laura wrote, replied, sent pictures. Made me smile and feel peace.
That is what she brought me then, as a child, and now.
What then do I offer in return ? Truth, kindness, a friend far away.
Admiration. She has all that from me.
Thank you Laura, I’m here.
A friend is in trouble.
She doesn’t know I have been there too.
Doesn’t know I wouldn’t judge or care what she has done.
I’ve tried to reach out.
Went to her home and tried to get the truth months ago.
It never came.
And now… she is alone there and has no idea that I would
be there with her, we both would.
Will she let us in?
She reads here, I know.
Reach out… let me in.
Together we can get you through this.
I promise you.
I don’t care about any of it. I just want you to live.
I love you my friend.
Annie B
May you always call home, your soft place to land…
