| Open Letter To Republicans....RE: 9/11 First Responder's Bill |
[Dec. 17th, 2010|01:15 pm] |
I wasn't going to do it. I swear, I know I have a long history of political running off at the mouth. But I couldn't stay silent any longer. After seeing almost no coverage of this issue, I felt the need to send a letter to Republicans.
Open Letter To Republicans (specifically those in the United States Senate)
Dear Republicans;
A large portion of you are members of the House and Senate of these United States of America. You chose to serve your country in such fashion and while we rarely agree on socio-political views, I do have respect for the path you’ve chosen.
But over the last few weeks, there has been a growing problem that I cannot ignore. I cannot sit idley by and watch as legislation is frozen because a large portion of Republicans in Washington do not want an increase in taxes for people who make over $250,000 in annual income. I get that there is discussion, I understand that you want discussion, I can even respect that this is an important issue for you. However, the things you are putting on hold with this type of behavior is not only frustrating but infuriating.
The top end all be all of this frozen Congress is the 9/11 First Responders Bill. A Bill that would provide funding for healthcare for those who did not duck for cover; those who did not run for safety; those who while NYC, the United States and the world held it’s breathe—RAN INTO THE CHAOS. These men and women ran into the burning towers, ran into the rubble, ran into all of the uncertainty and madness. They saved the lives of those they never met and some will never see again.
Yet now, mere days before you go home to have happy Holidays safe under the daily protection of people like them, you deny them help in their time of need. Why? So that the upper 2% of Americans can pay fewer taxes.
Effectively, you are telling those brave men and women who risked their lives to save others that they aren’t as important as people who make over $250,000 a year. Effectively, you have said, thanks but guess you should have saved when you were younger so you could afford health care. Effectively, they should have planned for an attack and saved up.
I remember television footage of one firefighter in the midst of thick grey toxic dust taking off his oxygen mask and putting it on a woman so she could breathe. Where is he now? Is he still alive? Is he still working? I pray he isn’t dead. I pray he isn’t stuck on life support. I pray his family doesn’t have to decide between the rent and medication. And what about the police officers and EMT’s who didn’t even have oxygen masks to wear. These men and women not only spent the day of 9/11 on the scene...they spent days, weeks and months breathing toxic fumes doing dangerous clean up work, searches, rescues and recoverys.
Republican leaders in Congress—get your heads out of the sand. Pass this bill. Hold up whatever you want, but pass the first responder’s bill before another hero dies. Take my tax dollars and give it to them. If you need more from me to pay for it, take more.
Other Republicans in Washington and across the United States—do not go quietly down this road with your leaders. Believe me, I know not all Republicans feel this way, but those of you who want to see the First responder’s bill passed—those of you who want to see aid for those who stood up when we could do no more than watch—don’t stand by with your heads down and no voice. It is a passive agreement. Stand up as those heroes did. Stand up and say enough! Stand up to these leaders who would say that the 9/11 first responders are second to the rich. Stand up and look beyond tax cuts; beyond partisan politics; beyond Obama, Democrats, Tea Parties, Sarah Palin and anything else blocking the view. Stand up and say these are our people, these are our heroes, these are the shoulders and backs of the men and women we’ve been campaigning and promoting ourselves with for the last decade and we cannot deny them this help any longer.
Because at the end of the day that’s it isn’t it. The 9/11 first responders—those are the “real” Americans you have been speaking of for the last decade. Those are the people you represent—no matter where you came from in this world. That is the face of America the world should see. Heroes who run into the rubble and chaos. Heroes who hear the screams and don’t give up. Those who have hope and faith and the inner strength and drive to face uncertainty and fear—just to save a life. They should be your headline---“Congress passes bill for 9/11 heroes” or “Another 9/11 Responder dies without Healthcare” Which headline do we want to show the world? |
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| Dear Santa (stolen from UC) |
[Nov. 14th, 2006|05:34 pm] |
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 Dear Santa...
Dear Santa,
This year I've been busy!
Last month I donated bone marrow to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=91.7) phyrehawkk in a life-saving procedure (300 points). In March I bought porn for tigerkitten (10 points). Last Monday I gave mirand1974 a kidney (1000 points). Last Wednesday I set slamfire's puppy on fire (-66 points). In August I helped uncle_connor across the street (6 points).
Overall, I've been nice (1250 points). For Christmas I deserve an Easy-Bake Oven!
Sincerely,
morgaine325 |
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| Uncle Connor will never visit my house again.... |
[Sep. 28th, 2006|01:30 pm] |
OK, need some help here people....
Last night, I saw crawling down my wall the second gigantic black widow spider I have seen in as many months. She was all black and red hourglassy with her bad self climbing down my living room wall. The first was a few months ago. She had set herself up in a bag of old dishes I was taking to goodwill. Both of these lovelies were huge. I say were cause frankly Uncle Connor and I share the same loathing fear of the creepy crawlying things and they both died the horrible smooshy death I feel they deserve for trespassing in my time zone.
So here's the dealy, I am smart enough to realize the value of a spider and I recognize the significance of seeing two of the same in about the same place. Anyone with spider knowledge, tell me...magically what do black widow's mean?
Morg |
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| The way it REALLY happened....at Ojai ..... |
[Sep. 26th, 2006|10:52 am] |
100 emails inquiring later and ok ok, I'll tell you all about how we were all burnt to a crisp at Lake Casitas....oh look at that did the local new service make a mistake? Yeah, for those who lived in fear that we had all made out barely alive because of the fire--well you were wrong. Rather, the news was wrong and got Lake Casitas mixed up with another lake that did get burned.
Ojai was a blast. The drive up wasn't the nightmare I'm used to it being. Made it there in an hour and 1/2 which is really record time considering I stopped at the store on the way. My lantern died and I was on my own so I set up in the dark. As usual lots of nice people sitting around on their asses at neighboring booths DID NOT help, but rather watched me set up. Except of course for a few friends who happened upon me, thanks Dan and the crew at Blackheart Metals! Granted my booth is not the most complex of creatures, but it is 7 feet tall so a little help was definitely cool.
Saturday was hot...as per Ojai. Did five readings, mostly regulars I see there once a year. Kitty Kat was on hand and is becoming a great tarot apprentice. I can't wait to work with her next year at Corona. Sat night came the first night show. Now it was not my intention to participate, but I did. I will never be able to listen to that "Yo ho yo ho" song quite the same way again. If you were there, you know. If you weren't, well you missed seeing me definitely enjoy being on stage with some hot pirate fire jugglers who definitely have hands. LOL Which brings me to two highlights of the faire--Captain Jack Sparerib and his puppet monkey Now at first you would think a ventriloquist would not be that good, but this guy--holy shit, he was great. Funny and a really good face paced show. Awesome awesome awesome!! And of course the fire jugglers (once done with me), did a spectacular show, one even hung upside down from the tree overhead.
Sunday dawned and yes hot again. However, not so much. Did more readings, hung with Captain Spanish Jack and portions of the crew and got a crappy fuzzy picture with my camera phone of me with the closest possible double for Will Turner/Orlando Bloom I have ever seen. This guy had every woman at fair doing double takes--his only giveaway--just a hair too short. I'd share the picture, but it sucks.
Anyways...didn't do as many readings as I needed to, no bother, I wasn't there to pay the rent, just shake myself from the funk and that I did.
Oh one last thing...if some of you out there in your infinite wisdom decide you know the PERFECT guy to introduce me to, please make sure of a few things: 1) that I'm interested 2) do you really know my type and 3) that the person you are bringing over to me isn't a weirdo. I had to wrangle myself out of an incredibly embarrassing situation because a friend of mine decided I needed to meet this guy they know who they assumed would be perfect for me. Make a note friend of mine, your assumptions were all wrong--and #3 is a deal breaker! |
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| slightly intoxicated and horny--new poem |
[Sep. 21st, 2006|10:11 am] |
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This is a rambly poem I wrote on the way home from a show by Windswept's new writer Michelle Featherstone. Other than to shamelessly plug her name there's no reason to mention it LOL.
i'm driving up Fairfax at 11pm
i don't like it
never did
but that doesn't matter
leaving a great show
by a great writer
tiny little thing from the UK
she's a precious
and under my domain
so now I am the overprotective
you want to do what with that song
no only stat
bitch mode she sang about
turning up Crescent Heights
over the hill to home
I feel woozy and realize
what alcohol will do to me now
i shouldn't be driving
only one drink
made poorly on purpose
still
I now know what effects will be
rattling off lines of beat poetry
I've no tape recorder so most are lost
I remember what I've written here
disjointed
and moody
I am slightly intoxicated and horny
but the only person i'd like to share it with
isn't here
it's just me as always
I'm used to it
resigned to it
accepted it
$3.00 in my pocket will never be enough to get it
usual saddess and depression creep in
as I fly down Laurel to the valley
i want to go home
but not to the place I am going
I never feel at home
never have
and even though I'll get to sleep tonight
I'll lay there awake in the morning
too numb to move
that's the latest way it manifests
best intentions the night before
have become inaction of daybreak
2-3 hours I lay there thinking
about nothing that matters
things 5, 10, 15 years old
it'll stalk me to the shower
follow me to work
tap me on the shoulder at lunch
the empathy of the last few days blocked it
the empathy of a few months ago did as well
always blocked
never dealt with
rearing it's ugly head again
into my door, flop on the couch
a late night peanut butter sandwich sounds good
may as well
my brain won't sleep for a few hours
i look at the phone
there are friends i said I would call when I felt anxious
and while I feel anxious now
i can't dial
no it's alright
a little food in my upset stomach
will bring nausea
but peace
(c) Morgaine |
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| snaked from phyrehawk |
[Sep. 20th, 2006|10:52 am] |
great minds think alike....
 | You scored as Ferris Bueller (white, but somehow not nerdy at all). You make being white cool. You have nerdy traits, but unlike others, you can make these traits look ultra hip and trendy. Nothing you do is seen as nerdy, perhaps it's because you just know you are so cool, everyone else does too. Your nerdy traits only make you seem unique and interesting. Danke schön!
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| AMBER ALERT--Baby Abigale Tanke From Home |
[Sep. 17th, 2006|11:30 am] |
You may have heard on the news that a baby has been kidnapped from a rural area of Missouri. These are my friends Steph and James. They desperately need your help, the baby was only a week old and Stephanie was stabbed several times by a woman with dark hair, 30-40 years old, 200+ pounds, wearing denium shorts and a female moustache. Steph did not know the woman. The woman stabbed Steph in the kidney, arms and cut her throat. She managed to get to a neighbor's house and called 911. Steph is in the hospital, she's stable and may come home soon.
If you have any information call the authorties immediately! If you live in the counties of Franklin, Washington or St. Louis Counties, please keep your eyes open!!
Prayers are desperately needed!! Goddess there is always purpose to all things, but please help comfort this family and protect
Blessings!
Morg
Baby Abigale Lynn Woods, hair black, eyes blue, 9 days old.
Number to call--1-888-265-8639 |
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| Done Done On To The Next One... |
[Aug. 30th, 2006|07:59 pm] |
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Reminded of this song....feel the need to post it....
All My Life recorded by the Foo Fighters
All my life I've been searching for something,
Something never comes, never leads to nothing,
Nothing satisfies, but I'm getting close,
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope.
All night long I dream of the day,
Then it comes around and it's taken away,
Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most,
Feel it come to life when I see your ghost.
Come down, don't you resist,
You've such a delicate wrist.
And if I give it a twist,
Something to hold when I lose my grip.
Will I find something in the air,
To give me just what I need.
Another reason to bleed.
ONE BY ONE hidden up my sleave,
ONE BY ONE hidden up my sleave.
Chorus:
Hey, don't let it go to waste,
I love it but I hate the taste.
Weight keeping me down.
Hey, don't let it go to waste,
I love it but I hate the taste.
Weight keeping me down.
Will I find a believer,
Another one who believes,
Another one that decieves,
Over and over down on my knees
If I get any closer,
And if you open up wide.
If you let me inside,
On and on I got nothing to hide,
On and on i got nothing to hide.
Hey, don't let it go to waste,
I love it but I hate the taste.
Weight keeping me down.
Done, done onto the next one,
Done I'm done and I'm on to the next one
Done, done onto the next one
Done I'm done and I'm on to the next... |
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| if you don't like spiders... |
[Aug. 26th, 2006|03:44 pm] |
don't read this...seriously...just hit the back button or close the window...
I just carried a bag of old dishes out to the car and inside was a HUGE, I"m not talking REALLY BIG I mean HUGE ASS fucking black widow spider I have ever seen in my life. I shit you not the hourglass on her back is about 1/4 inch long.
I'm freaking out!! Somebody come over to my house and kill it now!!! I haven't been able to sleep before, i'm going to really be fucked trying to sleep tonight....
Thank you that's my freakout of the day!
Morg |
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