Last night the “Army of One” called my best friend’s home. The Sargeant was looking for her 16 year old son. We can’t wait any longer.
While in Washington, I was handed a button and flyer. Today I saw the same flyer on the Post Office bulletin board, right next to my “Bring them home now” post card. The time is NOW, people. We can not wait. The tide is turning. (look out for the undertoad – sorry Garp reference, I couldn’t resist…)
This is really starting to hurt my soul lately.
I don’t have a magnet or sticker on my car. I’ve been called names that would make you sick. I live in the Redneck part of a Blue State between “Bumfuck” and “You’ve Got a Purdy Mawf”, California.
I’ve had some rather hairy scary encounters with some of these people who are going totally postal. Here’s a snippet of another type of postal encounters.
Read MoreI’m in a hotel room, thousands of miles away from my home, on a unfamiliar laptop and never had a photo diary before. Hope this works. Just getting a few photos out to share with you all. I think the massiveness of...
Read More[From the diaries by susanhu. We are all walking with you, Janet!] Normally I am able to express what I am feeling, but today it’s such a jumble of emotions and thoughts and concerns all whirlwinded together with an...
Read MoreAP photo taken onboard Air Force One as reported online at CNN. The link since, has disappeared. “Dayam! Look out the winder, fellers. Musta been a big storm or somethin’. Lookey at all the water…!”...
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