Tuesday, December 28, 2004

Tsunami Victims

If you wish to give a donation, or need other information, here's a link to the website of the International Committee of the Red Cross:

http://www.icrc.org/eng

Remember, if we all give about $4.00 each, as a nation, we could donate just over a billion. They need your dollar right now more than you do.

Monday, December 27, 2004

Weird Happens

I predicted a major event back in November...

On Thursday, Dec. 23rd I sent my wife this email:

mother and father will watch the girls next week. watch your tukus today, i've just had some major deja vu... a little nervous about it this time, i distinctly remeber the scene from a dream of mine... some big news might pop today or tomorrow...

My wife reminded me about the email Sunday morning when we learned about the tsunami's... we both thought it was creepy... but it got even creepier this morning when I recalled this post I made back on November 23:
last summer i had a series of horrible nightmares, none of which i, thankfully, could remember. last night i had another, but did. we were all in a fight for our lives... the past few weeks i've been racked with massive deja vu and remember that i've seen all this, these little mundane pieces of life, played out in my dreams. this is exactly how i felt the month and weeks before 9/11, only this time it's stronger... i feel that a horrible devastation is coming in the next few days, weeks, months, i don't really know, soon. and i don't know whether it'll be natural or man-made, i just know it'll be bad. god i hope i'm wrong.
Here's the link:
http://notweird.blogspot.com/2004/11/nuts.html

This type of stuff happens to me all the time; I just never documented it until now. Pretty weird huh?

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Military Christmas Poem

'Twas The Night Before Christmas,
He Lived All Alone,
In A One Bedroom House
Made Of Plaster And Stone.

I Had Come Down The Chimney
With Presents To Give,
And To See Just Who
In This Home Did Live.

I Looked All About,
A Strange Sight I Did See,
No Tinsel, No Presents,
Not Even A Tree.

No Stocking By Mantle,
Just Boots Filled With Sand,
On The Wall Hung Pictures
Of Far Distant Lands.

With Medals And Badges,
Awards Of All Kinds,
A Sober Thought
Came Through My Mind.

For This House Was Different,
It Was Dark And Dreary,
I Found The Home Of A Soldier,
Once I Could See Clearly.

The Soldier Lay Sleeping,
Silent, Alone,
Curled Up On The Floor
In This One Bedroom Home.

The Face Was So Gentle,
The Room In Such Disorder,
Not How I Pictured
A United States Soldier.

Was This The Hero
Of Whom I'd Just Read?
Curled Up On A Poncho,
The Floor For A Bed?

I Realized The Families
That I Saw This Night,
Owed Their Lives To These Soldiers
Who Were Willing To Fight.

Soon Round The World,
The Children Would Play,
And Grownups Would Celebrate
A Bright Christmas Day.

They All Enjoyed Freedom
Each Month Of The Year,
Because Of The Soldiers,
Like The One Lying Here.

I Couldn't Help Wonder
How Many Lay Alone,
On A Cold Christmas Eve
In A Land Far From Home.

The Very Thought
Brought A Tear To My Eye,
I Dropped To My Knees
And Started To Cry.

The Soldier Awakened
And I Heard A Rough Voice,
"Santa Don't Cry,
This Life Is My Choice;

I Fight For Freedom,
I Don't Ask For More,
My Life Is My God,
My Country, My Corps."

The Soldier Rolled Over
And Drifted To Sleep,
I Couldn't Control It,
I Continued To Weep.

I Kept Watch For Hours,
So Silent And Still
And We Both Shivered
From The Cold Night's Chill.

I Didn't Want To Leave
On That Cold, Dark, Night,
This Guardian Of Honor
So Willing To Fight.

Then The Soldier Rolled Over,
With A Voice Soft And Pure,
Whispered, "Carry On Santa,
It's Christmas Day, All Is Secure."

One Look At My Watch,
And I Knew He Was Right.
"Merry Christmas My Friend,
And To All A Good Night."

This poem was written by a Marine (Name Unkown) stationed in Okinawa, Japan.

Friday, December 10, 2004

Leave Santa Milk and Doritos This Year

Santa Brings Christmas Pot to Schoolkids

RIO DE JANEIRO, Brazil (Reuters) - Santa Claus brought an unusual gift for some Rio schoolchildren this holiday season -- a bag of marijuana.

Police in the Brazilian capital said two teenagers were spotted selling Santa dolls at the entrance of a municipal school next to a slum not far from the city center.

The dolls opened up like Easter eggs, each containing sweets and a small plastic bag of marijuana.

The suspects abandoned 24 dolls and ran away into the slum when police came to arrest them.

Rio's teeming slums are notorious for the drugs trade. Drug gangs often use young children as foot soldiers and pushers.