Finding Neverland
It seems that someone, kindly, read me yesterday, so I do have some responsibility to write a little more, at least, I guess. The grammar police didn't knock on my door today, so...
60 Minutes. The Bush Administration pushes for an antidote for radiation poisoning. Got it. Won't order enough to keep the pharmaceutical company that develped the antidote afloat. Government says we'll cross the bridge of nuclear attack when we come to it. Perhaps someone might ask the Japanese how that worked out. I think we should order an anecdote, perhaps. A nun walks into a terrorist camp...
So there is a pen anyone can use to inject the antidote in the leg and it will not be available. The antidote, that is. The leg will be there, if one is fortunate. Even if you go to your doctor and try to get the antidote tomorrow, it will not be available to you. Wait until terrorists detonate a nuclear weapon. Hundreds of thousands of people will die, because they didn't have in their possession something as simple as a bee-sting kit. Simpler. Cross your fingers. (I'm thinking here that you know nuclear weapons are not a concern that died with the Cold War. A nuclear attack on America now is the first priority of terrorists around the world.)
The New York Times. The Bush Administration has muffled a Nasa scientist who has spoken out on Globabl warming.
The thinking must be re: the above to keep us unprotected and ignorant. Seems a good way to go. Guess we don't have to worry. We won't know what hit us.
Still no one will say the word. Impeach. Get a blow job and Congress is open for business. Lie, cheat, murder, cover up. Kill. Kill. Kill. Not a whimper. Except from the dying.
Bob Woodruff is in the largest hospital in Germany. Press says he is still in Iraq. Why? Is there anything deserving of truth? I have a mole in our largest hospital in Germany. Landstuhl. So I shall tell you the truth.
If you read here yesterday, you know that I am at odds with the human race. Well, who isn't, when you think about it? It just occurred to me that we are not grateful for what we have had. We just become outraged when we can't have more. I don't find this acceptable in a three-year-old. (Admit I never had one.) Imagine what I feel about this behavior in a supposed adult.
Is it a wonder that God destroyed man not once, but twice? What could possibly be holding him back now? The rainbow. His promise that the rainbow is the symbol reminding us that never again will He destroy all mankind. I'll tell you this: If you don't see a rainbow the next time it rains, you better hope that your name is Noah. Or that you're a bluebird who can fly fast.
Good-bye. In case I don't get another chance.
posted by lvuback1 @ 1:36 AM
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