Saturday, October 28, 2006

BACK FROM UNPLANNED SABATTICAL



I am back from an unplanned absence from the Enigma Cafe....back to Blogland, I need to get caught up and check on everyone.
I was trying to share a computer with a 15 year old, it became too much of a battlezone, so I took a break. ( And yes, I did also take some time to work on THE BOOK....I am still trying to finish it by Christmas). I did alot of thinking about Blogland. I am wondering if I should open a New Blog- and call it the Enigma Cafe- a place to reflect and think and gather and share ( or is that commiserate?). I originally started Watergate Summer in 2005 , thinking that perhaps it would be like the summer of my teens when Nixon's Gang got caught and the Corruption Unraveled. But here it is Fall of 2006 , and I am tired of waiting for Another Watergate Summer, tired of waiting for the Unravel of this Criminal Regime. Let me know if you think I should open up an Enigma Cafe Blog-it would be like this blog- just more Writing and gathering ( and less YouTube and Videos).Let me know what you think....thanks for Coming Back...

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See Below for Some YouTube Treats- a Wonderful Robert Service Halloween Treat (Creepy Ol' Fella and Creepy Sound Effects).
And then a Japanese Mind Bender...Enjoy. New post up tomorrow on Both Blogs....
Imagination

We all have children in our lives, may we nurture their minds and souls and may their Creativity Flow.
The Cremation of Sam McGee

Friday, October 13, 2006

RED TRUCKS AND WATERY LIES

It is now October 2006, and many monthes have passed. I am trying to finish SILENT FALLOUT, ( over on Blogroll on side) and should hopefully be in the hands of a caring agent this year sometime.
But if there are times I seem to be serving cold coffee here at the cafe, I do apologize.I have gone back and reviewed my tale about a small town battling a Huge Corporate Beast, but also how Goverment Entities failed on every level.I was just one person , and the goal of SILENT FALLOUT is to help normal everyday citizens fight back. And I am re-writing much of it because it dawned on me that all of us need Better Tools to Fight Incompetent Corrupt Government Powers- on all levels.


DISCLAIMER:
[Originally written March 1st 2006 ]So this week Lilly of Lose the Noose has a Corporate Dedication Week. Blog Friends have emailed me offline and said "Well Enigma, do we get ANY Whistleblower tales ?" The Answer is yes, I am going to give you a snippet of my tale. The names of the town are hidden for now to protect me and my son ( this will change once book is published). Please know this, I have been working hard on on my Whistleblower book SILENT FALLOUT , and my story is more than personal. And it is the Other Side of Erin Brockavich's tale...what happens when Things Go Very Wrong. So what I am going to do here is give you a piece of the Enigma story, it is a clip of a chapter.Remember this I am merely a mom, a nurse, I don't work for any Government agency or any business, I have no corporate loyalties. I am only loyal to the Truth , my family, and my friends, and that I take care of those that matter. When you are done reading this Ask yourself, WHAT would you have done had you been in my shoes ?

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A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT FALL 1999: THE BEGINNING OF THE MYSTERY

In the fall of 1999 I had moved to a small town in the Northwest. I had lived in the Northwest for almost 12 years, mostly in Seattle. As Seattle changed in the 1990's due to Dotcom Wealth , we moved to the smaller town for some peace and quiet away from the Hustle and Bustle. We moved in to the little wooden chalet above the Big Lake, it was quiet and peaceful and looked like a New England Camp Cabin. The tall pines and cedars by the Big Lake provided shade and that deep woody retreat that our family was needing. I was struck that the Lake had some mysterious qualities that I could not identify. We lived less than a quarter of a mile from the Lake- the Lake was visible from our house's back deck. And if we looked down the back of our Hill we could see a small meandering Creek that led to the Big Lake. I expected to see many birds and deer and other wild animals. I went out and bought binoculars and bought books on Northwest Fauna, Birds,Animals etc. My son was eight at the time. He was more interested in the X Files and Harry Potter. We were homeschoolers, so I figured Any and All Lessons would be Welcome.And the Lessons arrived on a Dark and Stormy Autumn Night.

We went to bed, my husband was down working in Seattle. My son came into my room, and we curled up on the Big Ol' Bed and watched Monty Python videos and read Harry Potter. There was a storm raging outside, the Tall Trees were creeking and swaying, and the winds howled. Our two dogs also snuggled on the bed with us, the old Scotty Dog and the big old Bassatt were not fond of storms, they loved the Bed with warm blankets and cookies and milk.

My son fell to sleep and at about 2am I let the dogs out on the back deck to pee. ( I know , not very dignified, but better than them being eaten by a mama cougar). They immediately started barking vigorously at something in the Dark. I came out on the Deck with them, and down the Hill , through the swaying treees I could see Tanker Trucks down at the Creek, and I could smell a strong wafting smell," Mr Clean meets a Skunk" was what we later called The Aroma. It was pungent and stinging, it took my breath away and made my eyes tear. The Trucks were Red, even in the Deep of the Night I could see that they were Fire Engine Red. I went and got my Birding Binoculars. I could see no Writing on the Trucks, but I could see three workers in slickers slogging about yelling at each other. I could see hoses laying by the Trucks. I knew the Trucks and the Aroma were connected and I was wondering WHY they would be so close to the Creek. I was worried. I brought the Dogs in and I sat on my sofa looking down the Hill and listened to the trucks come and go until Dawn. And yes, I wondered was this Midnight Dumping ?

The next day the Aroma was so strong I could not open the back sliding door to the Deck. I got my maps out and traced The Creek down to the Big Lake. I wondered if the Chemicals could reach the Lake via the Creek? And I wondered where the Water Intakes were ? And I wondered how Many People drank water from the Lake. I wondered What I was susposed to Do. And I prayed that I would never see the Trucks again.

Night Two of the Awful Storm arrived. And we snuggled on the Bed again as the Tall Trees Moaned.The Dogs ate the spilled popcorn and burrowed under the covers. At 2am again I let the dogs out, the Aroma was not as pungent as early in the day.
I stood in the Doorway hunched in my robe and prayed the Trucks would not return. And as I stood there, the Trucks arrived.
Double Tankers, and as the rains had stopped I could hear the Tankers and the men yelling and I could even hear a Loud Gushing Sound, almost like Paul Bunyon pissing. I went and got the binoculars and saw fluids gushing out of the Trucks, and the men were rushing more. And the hoses were merely tossed to the side. And The Trucks were backed up to the edge of the Creek.The men were coughing and gagging and yelling more. I wondered what the Hurry was ? I stood on the Back porch deck bundled in an old coat with a scarf aound my face so I could barely breath. I had put the Dogs inside- I was afraid that the men might hear them.Yet the Trucks were loud and the men were loud, so I was pretty sure that they had not heard them.

I went inside and stood by those glass doors and Watched Midnight Dumping behind my Home.. I stood there and wrestled with my thoughts. Should I call someone? What would I say? Where were the trucks from? What were they dumping ? Was it Dangerous ? Should it be in the Water ? How many gallons are in a Double Tanker ? Is the Creek near the Water Intake? How many people drink out of the Lake ? Would drinking or bathing in the Aroma hurt People ? I had only lived there for five weeks, I did not know Enough. I knew I needed to Know More to know What to Do. I knew in my heart and the cold clammy pit of my stomach that I was going to have to do something Drastic.I knew that I needed Answers, and it was Not just about me and my son and my dog. I knew in my gut that it Mattered and that it effected others.

I stood in the Dark and made a Decision.It was only the First Decision of Many. There was no turning back from that moment ever.

I went inside and dressed in an old pair of jeans and black and quickly pulled some clothes out for my son, and also threw together a knapsack full of supplies, cookies and flashlights, a camera, and a map. I made a Decision that if they came back for another Dump that I would follow the Trucks, so that I could get the Answers.

I am a nurse, a mom, I have limited MacGuyver or Magnum PI skills my son would point out this fact out later half asleep as he munched cookies with the dogs as we followed the Tankers down the winding road that ran by the Big Lake. He pointed out that they were going pretty fast. I pointed out that they were going fast because they were now Empty after visiting Our Creek. He pointed out that it was fun wearing Black like Scully and Mulder. He also pointed out it was fun being sneeky. He also pointed out that they were pretty Sneaky too , with those Dirty license plates. ( I sat and wondered if this would end up on the Homeschooling Scoresheet as Not A Good Idea). He promised that he would not tell his dad, it would be Our Little Secret. I wondered as I drove did Others Know about the Midnight Dumping ? the Red Trucks? My son the detective looked at it as an Adventure, and I played along. He even giggled and said "Hey, maybe this is Our X File ". I looked at him, all of eight, with his shiny questioning eyes and his cookie crumb chin and prayed that the Answers would not hurt him. But I was more than worried about Our Secret X File.

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Epilogue to the First Snippet of the Whistleblower Mom's Tale:

The Truckers drove much faster than me, but they were not carrying prescious carsick cargo of dogs and child. I lost them on the Back winding road by the Lake as they headed into Town. I wondered Where they came from. I knew that I didn't want to see them again. I also knew that following them was too dangerous they drove like crazed fiends on those dark wet back roads. I knew that they were headed to Town and that the answers to the Mystery were in or near the Town. I also knew that maybe living near a Midnight Dump Creek was not a good thing, and I would have to figure out What to Do ? Alot would depend on How Bad the Dumping was ? Who the Hell would Do Such a Thing ? Did they have Children?Who decided to do this? Did they Know that they were Hurting people ? What kind of Monster would do such a thing? Thses questions ate at my soul as I drove that road by the Lake with my son following the Poisonous Tankers on that dark and stormy night in 1999. And I knew that week that I would never let him drink Water from that Lake again. And I knew that this was only a small piece of a Very Large Dirty Dangerous Puzzle. It would become a Road full of Corruption and Deadly Secrets and Rich Officials that leaves dead and sick people in it's wake.It would teach me that Evil has Faces and Names. It would teach me to have Faith in everyday folk, Heroes who faced a Billion Dollar Company with Courage that I did not know existed.

Within 48 hours of seeing my first Red Tanker Dump it's first load on a Dark and Stormy Night all I would know for sure was that 90,000 people drank from the Big Lake. And My Creek was the Closest to the Water Intake.And that this was not the Only Place they Dumped. And by April 2001 I would find The Red Trucks Home and see them up close, and Know Exactly What they were Dumping.

And that was only the Beginning.....

Thursday, October 12, 2006

LATE NIGHT AT THE ENIGMA CAFE



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[ It is now October 2006, and we are still Waiting. Waiting for Change. I am reposting this because I wanted to share it again.Post was originally posted May 20th, 2006 ]

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May 20th 2006.
So here we sit at the Enigma Cafe, stirring our coffee, and waiting for someone to show up with fresh bagels.It has been a long spring, all of us waiting for the other shoe to drop.( Actually I meant The Turd Rove to go down in the Plamegate Leak Scandal or the Abramoff mess)..if you know what I mean...) It has been raining and wet here, and even my son has been hanging out and restless, which means we have been telling stories and drinking too much tea and coffee.Storytelling here is not just about biding time, it is about nurturing the soul and stoking the hopes. When you are done listening to this little tale may you sit down and tell a story from your past, one that matters and makes a teenager ponder with a resounding ohhhhhhh. So cozy up a little closer, let me top off you cup. Here is a story....

PART ONE : MIRACLES IN THE DEEP END
My son is 15, the age when you begin to ponder What you want to be. He was asking How I became a nurse , which is not an easy answer because I never actually wanted to Be a Nurse....and involves being 11 years old and a miracle at a swimming pool....in the deepend.

When I was 11 I was very sick for many monthes with a blood disorder and by summer I was finally better, but I looked like a Concentration Camp survivor. I had spent many monthes lying in bed watching the Wild Wild West and Perry Mason and wishing and hoping I would be better by summer. Summer arrived and I was finally better, but it left me weak and looking like Olive Oil. My mother decided that we needed to take a trip to visit my Dad in the Midwest, he lived in a modern apartment complex that had little to offer lonely skinny kids. ( actually there were very few kids even at the complex).
My mom was glad to be on "vacation", which meant that she would sit by the pool and try to sell Shakllee products ( which was some sort of godawful version of Amway crapola) and read her romance novels and tell us to "go play". ( Which is insulting to any 11 year old). So I spent the summer reading things to make her worry- Crime and Punishment and Exodus, for starters. ( and yes Smart Ass that I am I told her that I liked the violence and the sex- just to watch her eyes roll in her head and that vessel in her forehead pulse). I knew that I would spend my time hiding every part of my ostrich being with sweatshirts and towels by the concrete pool at the concrete complex.The whole complex still smelled of wet concrete and sand, there were no birds or trees even, so the pool was really the only place to go to escape the oppressive heat of the apartment.
( My Dad owned an aluminum sideing business in the Midwest, and the first 6 weeks of summer were spent surveying his plants, absorbing Kentucky and Ohio etc. and listening to my mother complain. The second half of the summer was spent in Florida.I spent a good bit of summers hiding from the sun and my mother and reading as many books as possible).

One overcast grey morning we went down to the pool and my mom went to the "Adult End", and sat with two other women and drank iced tea and read Good Housekeepings. I retreated to the other end of this strange pool where I knew no one and tried to read for awhile as I hid under my towels.I tuned my mother out. The "guard" was at the other end of the 60 foot long Peanut shaped pool, sitting on a chaise lounge talking too loudly to a girl friend and listening to the radio. The Beatles drifted on the Coppertone breeze as they giggled about boys like the chatty highschool cheerleaders they were. I painted my toenails with a black marker and cracked my bubblegum and realized that I was going to have to brave stares sooner or later and go in the pool.

I sat on the edge of the deepend and dangled my feet in the murky greenish water, because it wasn't sunny it gave the water a opague listless coloring. While sitting there I noticed a shadow down beneath the ladder. I leaned a little closer to the water and tried to see better, but I still couldn't make out the shadow. Suddenly I had an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach, the kind of gnawing dread that makes your heart pound. I realized Something was Very Wrong. I threw off my sweatshirt and jumped in the pool and as I came up for air I tried to navigate my way to the Shadow, and then I realized the Shadow was not a shadow at all......I dove down to the Shadow.

As I got closer I could make out the figure of a little girl.
I had never seen a dead person, but I was pretty sure that she might be dead.

She was down in the deepend, right below the ladder to get out, her limbs splayed limply and at odd angles. She wasn't the right color, she was greenish in color and her hair was straggled about her head like a seaweed noodle halo. Her eyes were closed as though she was merely sleeping. She had been playing with a snorklemask and it was stuck over her mouth and nose, I remember looking at her and realizing what had happened, such a sad simple mistake.

The Dread had now changed to a different emotion, one of Cold Fear, because I didn't know what to do.

I decided that she looked about 8, I could pull her to the Ladder, and then yell for help, it would be so simple. It wasn't.
I went to touch her arm and it was ice cold, and it felt so heavy, like picking up a huge Yule Log. Dead Weight had a new meaning. I was stunned. I tried again, and could not pull her up. I began to realize that it was just her and I alone down in the DeepEnd, and I wasn't sure if she was dead or alive. The Silence was deafening and roared in my head. My chest was beginning to hurt but I knew that I could still hold my breath for a little longer.I then looked down at her and went over to the ladder and grabbed her by the hair. I grabbed on with all my might and pulled and dragged and hung on to the ladder. And as I got to the top of the ladder I screamed to the guard. It didn't come out very loud becuase I was out of breath. In a very hoarse garbled voice it came out "She's Dead". I was not trying to be dramatic- but I was really scared she was. The Guard came running and soon with her and her friend helping the girl was lifted out of the water. And they had to pry my hand out of her hair. They had a hard time getting the mask off, it was suctioned sealed to her face. She was still a wretched green and cold. I watched the guard give her breathes and turn her over and try to get the water out and the air in. I was stunned becuase as she did all of this I realized that the girl might not be dead after all. I realized that Hope was in Action at that moment, not just wishful thinking.

The guard stopped to take a breath and she looked up and yelled,"Call the Police and Fire, I will need more help. And get blankets. " I didn't ask why, I ran to our apartment right by the pool and called the police on the phone and gave the address, and grabbed the new Sears Americana Blue polyester comforter and blanket off the guest bed in my Dad's apartment and ran back to the pool. By the time I got back , less than 2 minutes later the little girl looked a little better. And I as I stood watching she threw up all over the wonderful new blanket I had just brought down. I knew in the moment of seeing the vomit that maybe she was going to be okay, I was relieved and happy. ( I didn't even hear my mother grumping about the blanket). And after she threw up the green color started to fade from her face and she took her first breath and gasped. And she cried. And all of us standing there were crying.And the Ambulance came and took the little girl away to the Hospital, and the guard's friend went with her, because she was all alone- there was no one to go with her. I was wondering where her mama was ? And it made me wonder if that was why no one knew that she was Missing, or below the surface too long.

My mother stood yelling at me about the "wasted Blankets" I never heard her because in those few minutes Everything was Different. I went back to the Deep End and sat looking at the "Shadow " area. Thinking I never ever wanted to NOT Know What to do.The guard came over and just sat and neither one of felt like talking, not yet. We both sat and dangled our feet. "It's Too Late" by Carole King came on the radio and we both quietly sang along.

She looked over at me and lit a cigarette, her hand shaking slightly. " You know I thought she was dead too."

I sat silent and wordless and stunned.
She explained,"Yeah, I know a guard isn't susposed to say that, but for those couple of minutes I didn't Know What was going to happen.You did a good thing , you know that?"

And I finally said" But I didn't know what to do."

And she looked at me hard, "Yeah, but now you will always want to Know What to do, so that will make you try even harder to save someone. Because now know you can. That's how it works. Come see me later, I have an extra Red Cross Lifesaving book out in my car."

After she finished her cigarette she stood up and looked at me, and said " Saving someone is about the trying, you never know how it will turn out, it is more than Hope....some say it is about Faith. "

And that is how I became a Lifeguard.....the Nurse story is for another day.

We all have stories of How we became Who we are....and how we got there.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

THE RISING (10.10.06)



[reprinted from March 13th, 2006]


I live in an old office building that is now loft apartments. Behind my building is a large auditoreum that is named after the couple that built it and their names are in lights on the building. So we call it "The Bert & Iris" . The best thing about this building is that it has sand and gravel roof. Yet to the Gulls in the area it is a Beach....an urban oasis, the Bert&Iris Beach.They flock there by the hundred.

About a week ago early in the morning I watched them, and they did something entirely different. They all went silent and were motionless for a moment. And then with some unknown hidden signal they all rose up at the same moment, hundreds of them. ALL of them.The synchronicity of that very moment took my breath away.
The Rising.

SPEAKING TRUTH TO POWER



[reprinted from March 2006]

Are we looking for Heros ? Are we looking for Voices that speak the Truth? Are we looking for Someone to Speak up Against the Criminal Administration ? I watched the Harpers Magazine Impeachment Panel on March 2,2006 ( it is being aired on C-Span this week). The Panel was made up of some very well respected folks speaking very honestly about Impeachment and Options.They also pointed out that Speaking up to this Administration is Intimidating for All, even our elected Representitives. They also pointed out that The People need Someone to educate them regarding High Crimes and Abuse of Power. John Dean explained that the Watergate Impeachment Process actually took time, but it also was aided by the People, the Public Demanding the Truth.

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In Spring 2004 I found a book about Robert F. Kennedy that spoke about this issue. This Book spoke to me at a time when I was disillusioned and sad about leaving my home due to circumstances beyond my control. I had driven over 1500 miles hoping to find a safe home for my son and pets after too much harrassment due to my Whistleblower situation had escalated. I had lost faith in My Government. This one book gave me Hope. The book is called The Spiritual Biography of Robert F.Kennedy, written by Konstantin Sidorenko.I sat in an old dilapitated Victorian Rooming House on the California Coast. It was very stormy that spring and the power would go out, and I would sit in the Dark and read this book while the Sea raged, seals bellowed and gulls squawked. This Book made me realize that the Truth needs to be Sought, but it needs a Leader. A Leader that has Courage and Heart , and is willing to take on a Journey fighting a larger darker Evil. I sat in the Dark and realized that we are in the Dark waiting for that Leader to come to the Helm of the People and Speak Truth to Power.

The Book spoke about taking a Stand on Controversial Issues in a Time of Social And Concience Unrest, because it would bring Change. Bobby Kennedy took a stand on an Unpopular War and also took a stand against a Sitting President. He reached out to The People, but he didn't just Reach to the people, he Listened to them and their pain. There were many that needed to be heard, college students, coal miners and impoverished in Appalachia, Watts, migrant workers, women,minorities, and more. He remembered the Real People , and he came to Them, he hit the Streets. He was fearless, but not reckless. He was compassionate but fierce in seeking Justice and Change. He remembered We the People had built this Country, Our Country.

It is now March 2006, we now Know Some of the High Crimes and Abuse of Powers, and we know that our Country has suffered, and Our Constitution is Suffering. And now Millions of Americans are as disillusioned as I was in Spring 2004. I am not alone in the Dark anymore. We are waiting For a Voice to arrive on the Scene. Someone who remembers We The People and how Important Our Constitution really is to Our Country.

We Need Someone to Speak Truth to Power.
Now is the Time.

Monday, October 09, 2006

GOP DEDICATION HOUR....

If you're gone


Yup ....a Song for Foley and Hastert...and well of course, MrBush....
( and the whole lot of the corrupt GOP slimenators)

DAMAGE DONE

Neil Young - The Needle and the Damage Done (Live)

HOME

Micheal Buble - Home

Sunday, October 08, 2006

OLBERMANN SUNDAY: ALL DAY SUNDAY KEITH....



Over at Crooks and Liars some wonderful soul suggested we needed a KeithFest....a full day of back to back Keith Olbermann and his Special Comments. So after much wrestling with YouTube and hand wringing come to the Enigma Cafe on Sunday I am posting Keith's TOP EIGHT.....

OKAY... so it is 4pm and after some Firefox Woes and Blogger trouble- WELCOME TO KEITHFEST......ENJOY...THERE IS PLENTY HERE.

KEITH ON BUSH ( MORE) FALL.2006

Olbermann- Bush is Unacceptable

KEITH AMAZING COMMENTS ( OCT2006)

Keith Olbermann - Amazing Comments

KEITH OLBERMANN'S SPECIAL COMMENT#5( 9.25.06)



"To sin by Silence when they should Protest makes Cowards out of Men."
Abraham Lincoln

If you didn't see Keith on Countdown tonight- then run to Crooks&Liars right now and see the Video from his Special Comment. ( And yes, it was Number Five in the Great Momentum that is happening on Countdown.)
He is Brave , Eloquent, and he is telling the Truth. And his Special Comment Once Again Said what so badly needed to be Said.( Wednesday- I am going to Post ALL Five Special Comments Back-to-back).


It will make you cry , stamp your feet, weep and then send it to your Elected Officials and then write to MSNBC, and tell them in no Uncertain Terms we NEED the Media , ANY AND ALL MEDIA to wake the fuck up. We Need Our Country Back. Keith is telling the TRUTH loud and clear. What Fox News did to President Clinton this weekend was appalling, disgraceful and inexcusable, and unjustified. Someone needs to find out WHERE their money comes from- and WHO is paying them their Propaganda Fees. Do they have contracts with the US Chamber of Commerce? Someone needs to research that. We have a Regime that is torturing and killing people illegally.Mr.Bush and his cronies are more than dangerous. When was the last time a "Leader" tried to Change the Geneva Conventions ??? When ? And now this "President" tries to Blame ALL of his Failures on a Previous President. We ALL should be talking about this, and yelling at the Media, and our elected reps and saying ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. And yeah, we should be shouting IMPEACH AND IMPRISON.

And yeah, Write to MSNBC, and sing praise and love for Keith, he is Courage in Motion.
Write to Countdown@MSNBC.com

KEITH OLBERMANN'S SPECIAL COMMENT ON RUMSFELD 9.30.06

Keith Olbermann on Donald Rumsfeld (8/30/06)

KEITH OLBERMANN'S SPECIAL COMMENT ABOUT BUSH'S ROSE GARDEN SPEECH OCTOBER 2006

Keith Olbermann

Another Olbermann Comment on Bush

Olbermann Spanks Bush

KEITH OLBERMANN'S KATRINA'S COMMENTS 2005

Keith Olbermann on Hurricane Katrina

KEITH OLBERMANN'S SPECIAL COMMENT ABOUT THE ABC 911 FAKEUMENTARY

Keith Olbermann on GOP 9-11 documentary

KEITH OLBERMANN 'S SPECIAL 911 COMMENT

Keith Olbermann's 9/11 Commentary on President Bush. Comment

ANOTHER SPECIAL COMMENT By Keith Olbermann Oct.2006

Keith Olbermann Bush Smackdown

HOPE

New Beginnings....




I know it is called Endings by the Creator of this Video- but it is really about starting over...and how Hope comes in a Sunset, especially after a Thunderous Rain. I even believe that there is Hope in the Thunder.

We need some Thunder and some rain....

We all need Hope right now...


[ KEITH OLBERMANN TOP 8 VIDEOS & SPECIAL COMMENTS UP AT NOON }

WHEN A FALCON LANDS....



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"When you come to the edge of all that you know, you must believe in one of two things.
there will be earth upon which to stand,
or you will be given wings."

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A friend saw a Falcon today. A Peregrine Falcon in his backyard. They are incredibly Rare. They are the fastest animal on earth, when they swoop with great power ,reaching speeds of up to 200 mph.

Native Americans have different tales, legends and dances that honor and embrace the Falcon. They believe that Birds of Prey, especially, are Messengers from the Spirit World.They carry prayers to the Sky Spirits, and also return to Earth bearing Blessings and Guidance. These birds are also believed to be connected to Elemental Forces, Rain, Wind, Thunder and Lightening. Some tribes call them "Thunderbirds" and "Thunderers".

Some Tibes believe that Your Animal comes to you and lets you connect with it, and letting you know it is your guide. You may even have different animal guides along the way, depending on the situation.

Some tribes do a Falcon Dance and paint their eyes to look like Falcons to ward off Evil Spirits. To the Navajo they are Symbols of Faith. To Other Tribes they represent Faith, Insight, Openess, Adaptability to Change.

( Birds of Prey include Eagles, Falcons and the Snowy Owl).

SITES TO READ:
http://www.animaltotem.com/,
http://www.snowwowl.com/,

Saturday, October 07, 2006

MUSIC TO DANCE BY ON SATURDAY NIGHT...

nouvelle vague



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And now for something completely different totally hypnotic....These three are so different but soimehow they dance well together....

MORE SATURDAY NIGHT MUSIC....10.7.06

Five for Fighting :: The Riddle (You and I)

THE MONKEY STORY THAT THE MEDIA MISSED





So here 's the thing- we heard much about Mr Allan and his MACACA bigoted insulting statements that he made on film to a camera man during the campaign. I kept thinking that I remembered hearing the Monkey phrase Somewhere else...but I could not remember where...oh...that 's right it was used by Delay and Scanlon and others in the Abramoff scandel- it is used in a Derogatory fashion to describe people that they think are worthy of being discounted but milked for money.Is that Rascist?
( Wikipedia- look up the Abramoff files...and read up on Grover Norquist and also Raplh Reed, Micheal Scanlon and Tom Delay- it was a common term amoung all of them.....)

ANOTHER DOWNPLAYED MEDIA STORY: SUSAN RALSTON, ROVE'S SPECIAL ASSISTANT "RESIGNED", ( IT HAS ALOT TO DO WITH ABRAMOFF) AND MORE.....





On Friday on the Ticker it reported that Susan Ralston had RESIGNED AS KARL ROVE'S ASSISTANT...it was a barely noticed little blip on the old ticker. I am not sure that it should not have been given a bit more attention.( I will try to link the Washington Post article by Grimaldi at the top). Please go ahead and google her- or go to Wikipedia and you will see her interesting Job History. She has worked first with some very interesting Folks: At Preston Gates & Ellis ( Seattle) she worked with Mr.Abramoff, then from there she went on to work with so many other good folks ( some indicted, some in jail and some in Legal Limbo). But her Wikipedia page is quite an illusterious WHO'S WHO: Tom Delay ( charged, not in jail YET), Ralph Reed, Micheal Scanlon( charged- plead guilty,and on and on.) .For Mr Abramoff she worked with Indian Affairs, and then she came to DC and worked with Mr.Rove. ( On the Whitehouse website, it used to say that she handled Indian Affairs for MrRove- but they took that off the Website- gee, I wonder why.) And for the past 10 monthes she was not actually in the Rove Office, they sent her over to the Commerce Department, matter of fact during Katrina you could call her ( I posted her phone number last year on my website.) But I guess now she is unemployed....and unindicted. For now.

( read up on her...she may be VERY important in about 3 monthes...)

Other Interesting Pieces: Preston, Gates& Ellis....

Friday, October 06, 2006

EMPTY VESSELS OF MORAL COURAGE: WHITEHOUSE PROTECTS PERVS



DEAR MR.BUSH AND MRS.BUSH, IT IS REAL FUCKING SIMPLE.
WOULD YOU TRUST THIS PREVERT WITH YOUR CHILDREN ?
YEAH, I AM TALKING ABOUT EVERLOVING BEAUTIFUL YOUNG GIRLS.
SO THE REST OF THE COUNTRY IS NOT SUSPOSED TO CARE ABOUT THE SAFETY OF
CHILDREN....REALLY. SO BASICALLY WE KNOW THAT IT ISN'T JUST CHILDREN OF THE KATRINA
THAT YOU DISHONOR- IT REALLY IS ALL CHILDREN.

SO GO AHEAD , GET ALL DRESSED UP AND GO TO YOUR FUNDRAISERS AND YOUR DINNERS, AND ACT LIKE YOU ARE "GOOD CHRISTIANS" , BUT WE KNOW THE TRUTH. AND PEOPLE THAT CAN LIE ABOUT WMD'S ARE SURELY ABLE TO LIE ABOUT A SEXUAL PERVERT(S) IN THEIR MIDST.



SO MR.BUSH YOU RUN OUT AND PROTECT DENNY, CAUSE LET'S BE REAL THAT IS MUCH MORE IMPORTANT THAT YOU PROTECT
HIS LYING ASS, ESPECIALLY SINCE HE WAS IN CHARGE OF MAKING SURE THAT THE PAGES 15 AND 16 YEAR OLD CHILDREN WERE PROTECTED FROM ANY SEXUAL PERVERTS THAT MIGHT PREY UPON THEM. SO YOU CLAIM TO PROTECT AMERICANS FROM TERRORISM , JUST NOT CHILDREN FROM SEXUAL PREDATORS.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

FAST FINGERS FOLEY and GIMME ANOTHA PIE DENNY...



Okay , I am a mom, and I have a teenage son and to be honest I am fricking horrified by the this latest GOP Stinking Coverup. And I am not fooled for a minute by this steaming heap of a scandal, this situation concerns HUBRIS, and how MANY knew that Foley had a PROBLEM BEING TOO "INTERESTED" IN CHILDREN, AND BEING TOO "FRIENDLY". In True Let's Protect the Pediphile Fashion, these men in suits have been protecting a predator in their midst, leaving Innocent, Idealistic Children at Risk in the Page Program in DC.And the situation has deteriorated rapidly, by the hour with the lies and the DENIAL piling up by the Fast Fingers Foley's Bus of Shame.



Someone should get these poor boys out of the way.I watched that video of Foley Meetin'&Greetin' the Pages, and my he is practically licking his damn lips with glee and anticipation. This is an issue about a Real Life Predator, it is not about being gay, or having an alcohol problem, or a traumatic childhood. Look at his ONE Sentence Resignation- not a single apology offered to his constituents . He snuck off to Rehab, I don't think that speaks to a Drinking Problem- I do think that speaks to guilt. A man that is not safe with Children and Knows it, and has been caught.



And why the Hell didn't ANYONE do ANYTHING IN 2003 ??? There are children involved, and they are far from home, and Vulnerable....Was Uncle Denny waiting for them to grow up? ( Foley wasn't)




So here are Some of the Enigma's Questions for the Enigma Cafe...
1. WHY the Coverup? Because MORE have IM's and Emails and "Friendly Activities" to "worry about".

2. Is it at all related to the Abramoff/ PAC Monies ( being funneled by Preston/Gates/Ellis) - that were busy being shuttled around Red State to Red State- and the Money was used to HUSH.
( especially , just imagine if GANNON -you know Ol' Jeff or was it Dale Guckhart has Oh- God-forid-and - I -am -dying-anticipation PHOTOS????)
3. Did Fast Fingers Foley work SO HARD on the "exploited children"legislation so he could PROTECT HIMSELF??? OR ENJOY THE INTERNET- AND THEN LATER CLAIM (ahem- cough - gaggag) it was " RESEARCH"???
4.WHY did the FBI not investigate when it was brought to them in July 2006- WHO TOLD THEM TO STOP???
5. Does ANYONE remember the summer of 2001 and the CANDYMAN SCANDAL ??? ( AND ALL THE COMPUTERS- THOUSANDS OF THEM THAT WERE SEIZED IN FLORIDA AND TEXAS , AND YET NO ONE WAS EVER REALLY ARRESTED- ALBERTO HUSHED THE WHOLE DAMN THING UP....HMMMMM)..... I wonder....

Okay that is enough for this hour......by Friday you KNOW there will be so much more....

DEAR GOP: TIME TO END THE COVERUP,THROW HASTERT UNDER THE BUS



Okay about the photo- we obviously NEED a bigger Bus.OKAY....SO TONY THE SNOWMAN is at the Podium Thursday afternoon spewing repug crap...." It's ALL about the Children- so let's stay Focused on Bush's Speech on' NO Child Left Behind" speech today ( which I have a feeling might be Fast Finger's Foley's Motto as well.). Snowboy is saying that we can focus on this issue AFTER the Election. ( Yeah, Tony- that isn't going to work- cause the soccer moms are now pissed- Liberal and Repub....oooooops.)


Yeah, I really think that we should , NEED to THROW THE LYING SACK OF 400 POUNDS OF SHIT HASTERT UNDER THE BUS. AND AS A DEMOCRAT WOULD GLADLY HELP ( oh, that 's right I don't have Health Insurance- so I could not afford the Hernia Risks and Damage)
and I hate to say it, we might need a Fleet of Buses before this is all over.

And if the GOP wants we could always ALWAYS focus on IRAQ as an issue . ( oh gee that would be such a Liberal thing to do).
Poor Uncle Denny has been DISINVITED from THREE Different Out of State Fundraisers in the past 24 hours and I Don't think it was just to save on the Catering Costs....( I might be wrong,but I doubt it).

Oh.....and about the Poster Below....the Question is "HOW MUCH DID YOU KNOW AND WHEN?"...( hmm, or maybe they are discussing things being measured- I mean in Bush's Speech he did keep ranting about Things Needing to Being Measured....)

( and BTW I think others might need to join Hastert under the Bus- Shimkus? Blunt? Reynolds?Delay?Boehner? Ney? Noe? gee Karl Rove?.....)

BUSH'S SPEECH ON NO CHILD LEFT BEHIND:HIS BRAIN GOT LEFT BEHIND




It is Thursday am, Bush is blustering and blubbering at the podium, susposedly speaking about " No Child Left Behind".
He is barely making sense, if we were God-Forbid-and-Heaven-Help- me, sitting at the bar and he came slubbering up next to me ranting and raving- I would have moved by now.He is rambling and his sentences are fragmented and dissconnected. One minute he is smiling at random, the next he is sneering, and the next he is yelling ( at whom?).He keeps repeating himself over and over, and he looks confused, slightly disoriented. If he was sitting at Thanksgiving Dinner, I think we would have to help him find the peas. I know the GOP is hitting Meltdown thanks to Fast Fingers Foley, but I think something IS WRONG with Mr.Bush. I have seen 6th graders give more integrated book reports on tree toads than this rambling heap of a speech. He is now blowing hard on "Measurement". ( He has now tried to say the word "Intervention" three times- definently stumbling, with much leaning on the podium). I am serious, I am really starting to wonder if is:
A: DRUNK....
B: NEEDS A STIFF ONE ( ahhh, drink that is)
C: MORE Medication....( ahem, better medication)

Well, we will see if he comes out with his Big Time Defense of Uncle Denny-Needs-Another-Pie - Hastert (again).Cause all bets are on that Uncle Denny is going to be removed from his once honorable (gag-cough-gag) Speakership by tomorrow. So I keep wondering what is he going to say, after earlier in the week he came out raving the wonders of Uncle Denny. The same Uncle Denny that has known for THREE YEARS that Friendly Foley might be getting to Friendly with the Pages. The Same Uncle Denny that has lied ALL week about When He KNEW WHAT, WHEN.

Mr. Bush, maybe you need to ask Uncle Denny how to spell C-O-V-E-R-U-P, when you are done sniveling through this stumble ass speech.