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Friday, September 30, 2005

Don't ever say "there's plenty of time."



How many times have you said, "Oh, there's plenty of time" for something? How do you know how much time you have? You don't.



If we really thought we had "all the time in the world" we would not create calendars and we would not wear wrist watches or carry some form of time-piece.



As young children, we learn to "tell time." But even before we understand the concept, we hear our parents say "later" and "tomorrow" and "stay in bed until 7 o'clock" and "you go to bed at seven-thirty and you go to sleep." So time is where we are, where we live.



Time rules our lives.



Every second, from our conception until our death (hopefully a natural death) occurs as it relates to time.



We do not have "all the time in the world." Don't kid yourself or let anyone convince you otherwise. You live in the now of time. You can neither go backwards nor forwards in time.



What is it that you've been putting off "until you have time?"



Don't wait until "later" because you may not have a later. You only know for sure that you have a "now."

. . . . .

Saint Mark 13:3 And as he sat on the mount of Olivet over against the temple, Peter and James and John and Andrew asked him apart: 4 Tell us, when shall these things be? and what shall be the sign when all these things shall begin to be fulfilled? 5 And Jesus answering, began to say to them, Take heed lest any man deceive you.

6 For many shall come in my name, saying, I am he; and they shall deceive many. 7 And when you shall hear of wars and rumours of wars, fear ye not. For such things must needs be, but the end is not yet. 8 For nation shall rise against nation and kingdom against kingdom, and there shall be earthquakes in divers places, and famines. These things are the beginning of sorrows. 9 But look to yourselves. For they shall deliver you up to councils, and in the synagogues you shall be beaten, and you shall stand before governors and kings for my sake, for a testimony unto them. 10 And unto all nations the gospel must first be preached.

11 And when they shall lead you and deliver you up, be not thoughtful beforehand what you shall speak; but whatsoever shall be given you in that hour, that speak ye. For it is not you that speak, but the Holy Ghost. 12 And the brother shall betray his brother unto death, and the father his son; and children shall rise up against the parents, and shall work their death. 13 And you shall be hated by all men for my name's sake. But he that shall endure unto the end, he shall be saved. 14 And when you shall see the abomination of desolation, standing where it ought not: he that readeth let him understand: then let them that are in Judea, flee unto the mountains: 15 And let him that is on the housetop, not go down into the house, nor enter therein to take any thing out of the house:

16 And let him that shall be in the field, not turn back to take up his garment. 17 And woe to them that are with child, and that give suck in those days. 18 But pray ye, that these things happen not in winter. 19 For in those days shall be such tribulations, as were not from the beginning of the creation which God created until now, neither shall be. 20 And unless the Lord had shortened the days, no flesh should be saved: but for the sake of the elect which he hath chosen, he hath shortened the days.

21 And then if any man shall say to you, Lo, here is Christ; lo, he is here: do not believe. 22 For there will rise up false Christs and false prophets, and they shall shew signs and wonders, to seduce (if it were possible) even the elect. 23 Take you heed therefore; behold I have foretold you all things. 24 But in those days, after that tribulation, the sun shall be darkened, and the moon shall not give her light. 25 And the stars of heaven shall be falling down, and the powers that are in heaven, shall be moved.

26 And then shall they see the Son of man coming in the clouds, with great power and glory. 27 And then shall he send his angels, and shall gather together his elect from the four winds, from the uttermost part of the earth to the uttermost part of heaven. 28 Now of the fig tree learn ye a parable. When the branch thereof is now tender, and the leaves are come forth, you know that summer is very near. 29 So you also when you shall see these things come to pass, know ye that it is very nigh, even at the doors. 30 Amen I say to you, that this generation shall not pass, until all these things be done.

31 Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my word shall not pass away. 32 But of that day or hour no man knoweth, neither the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but the Father. 33 Take ye heed, watch and pray. For ye know not when the time is. 34 Even as a man who going into a far country, left his house; and gave authority to his servants over every work, and commanded the porter to watch. 35 Watch ye therefore, (for you know not when the lord of the house cometh: at even, or at midnight, or at the cockcrowing, or in the morning,)

{32 "Nor the Son"... Not that the Son of God is absolutely ignorant of the day of judgment, but that he knoweth it not, as our teacher; that is, he knoweth it not so as to teach it to us, as not being expedient. }

36 Lest coming on a sudden, he find you sleeping. 37 And what I say to you, I say to all: Watch.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Tomorrow and Today



I am on a mountain top, head above the clouds,
Eyes squinting into tomorrow, holding the staff of today.
Sun rises, heats mid-day, sun sets.



I am on a mountain top, head above the clouds,
Listening for tomorrow, hearing sounds of today.
Sun rises, heats mid-day, sun sets.



I am on a mountain top, head above the clouds,
Singing tomorrow's song with a melody of today.
Sun rises, heats mid-day, sun sets.



I am on a mountain top, head above the clouds,
Writing tomorrow's poem with words from today.
Sun rises, heats mid-day, sun sets.



I step off the mountain top, I walk among the clouds,
Today is tomorrow and tomorrow has become today.



Sunday, September 25, 2005

A home in the country

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Saturday, September 24, 2005

Community

Saturday, one year and 6 days until I retire.

Also, a day when I participated in a community wide resource festival. The sun was out and we had a fairly windless day until around noon when we had a number of gusts of wind which knocked various display boards down. Turnout was great. We had around 500 plus people in the four hours of the event.

I cut out the letter to the editor (see below) and cut a larger photo to make a small photo of Crockett which I placed in a silverplate frame. I set the letter and framed photo on my display table and some people recognized the article and got to see a photo of Crockett. More community mourns Crockie's death.

I drove to Mass and during the prayers, I had a sensation, not a vision, not a dream, just a 'sense' of Crockett prancing through golden flowers on golden ground. I didn't 'see' him, I just sensed he was there. Then I sensed and kind of heard the words "Don't cry, Mama" said in a child's voice. I guess I must have "heard" since I know it was a child's voice. Not the voice of one of my children or grandchildren. "Don't cry, Mama" and of course, I teared up.

After Mass, Casey and I stopped by Crockett's grave to pay respects and we stopped at "the big house" to visit with Crockett's godmama for a while. We had a nice visit, spackled with a few tears of remembrances and a few glasses of wine.

And nearly 4 hours later, the wine has 'hit me' and I'm stopping right here, walking Casey and going to sleep.

Tomorrow is another day. I miss Crockett forever. I'm also making progress with coming to terms with his passing through my life for so short a time. He brought me a friendship I would never have had otherwise. And he taught me that life is short. Make the most of each day. Live in the 'now' and hope for the future.

And most of all, eat dessert first. And if you have no dessert, drink the wine!

Friday, September 23, 2005

A visit; tears; no longer 'alone'





Today, I took the letter to the editor clipped from the paper to Crockett's gravesite. I didn't expect to start crying, but I did. I miss him forever. After talking, praying, and Casey laying next to the grave, mourning in her own doggie way, we left. As the tears dried, I no longer felt alone. By making my grief public, I intuitively know that I no longer mourn and grieve with the few who knew Crockett. The community now grieves and mourns with us.




I purchased a small cross with a silk floral spray and will prepare the shoulder of the road where Crockett was first hit and place the cross there this weekend. The people who read the newspaper and the letter to the editor will now recognize where the dog that didn't have to die was run over.



When I was driving home after work, the car in front of me drove 45 mph the entire stretch from town to past my driveway. I wonder if that driver had read the letter. After this weekend, they'll all know where Crockett was hit and taken from us.



Sharing pain is about sharing life. Life goes on. "Time passes, you come to terms."
This is how I imagine Crockie looked as a puppy: his smile, the hair swept back on his cheeks, his hind legs sliding out from under him. I miss him forever.

I psyched myself

I guess my education just paid off.

I emailed the letter (below somewhere) to the editor of one of the local papers which claims to have the largest readership. I waited two weeks for him to include the letter on his editorial page.

Nothing.

So, just a couple of days ago, I emailed the same letter, with permission to edit, to the 'other' local paper. It was printed in yesterday's (09/22/05) paper!

How did my education pay off? In some psych class, I learned that sharing one's pain and loss publicly turns personal pain into public tragedy.

I found these quotes by Ruth Padel, which are from a different tragedy: GREEK FURIES

"Tragedy is about public feeling. The Greeks invented it as a mass spectacle which gave shape and meaning to unbearable pain."
"Tragedy was the city watching the pain of an individual who mattered to everybody. You pitied that person and trembled for yourself, because what happened to them could happen to you. Their pain became the people's pain.
Tragedy presented its massed crowd with a fragile world where not even royalty and great wealth, Ritz Hotels or armoured limousines, saved you from tragedy's chief ingredient: violent damage."
"The tragic condition is being alone in suffering, even though you matter to other people."
"I vote for the side that says tragedy is about life going on. Sharing pain is not sharing meaningless black, but sharing life."
"For tragedy is finally about giving the dead a positive, unifying presence in the community which remembers them."


My letter to the editor put in print the grief that I carry and will touch the hearts of others who have had similar tragedy in their lives.

Sharing pain is about sharing life. Life goes on. "Time passes, you come to terms."

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

A Dog's Prayer

A Dogs Prayer

Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me. Do not break my spirit with a stick for although I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the worlds sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps fall upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside..... for I am a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements..... and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.... though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshiper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest... and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.

Beth Harris

(Oh how I wish I could hold an old Crockett in my arms and love him til the end. I have my Casey-girl and will hopefully hold her in her old age and mine.)

It's like this . . .

I was talking to a friend who told me that losing Crockett was like losing a child. I think she's correct. Just as I would need time to be able to "get over" the death of a child I had loved and reared for 22 months, I need time to mourn Crockett. He was my baby boy.

People ask me how I am and I have to lie and say "I'm fine." Few if any will understand that I have good moments and bad hours. I can laugh with a friend and a split second later have tears in my eyes.

Everything I do, I imagine what it would be like with Crockett here. I walk Casey and think of Crockett. I come home and open the door and wait for Crockett to appear. I turn into my driveway and my stomach does a flip as I see the spot on the road where Crockett was hit. We go for a ride and Casey sometimes stays in the back seat as she had to do when Crockett sat in the front seat. Today she got in the front seat. She's working through her mourning process faster than I am.

I'm not 'okay' yet. I still mourn the loss of my 'baby boy' dog. I loved him so much. YES, I've prayed to turn his care over to God. That didn't stop the pain or the tears or the empty arms.

Yes, losing a dog is just like losing a baby.


Monday, September 19, 2005

Another day, another dirty dish


I have this friend who insists that I will come to love housework.

Okay, you've had your laugh. How in the world can someone love to clean the same dish, day after day after day, unless that person is out Thru Hiking the Appalachian Trail?

Oh, dear, I've just given my friend some ammunition (not that this person needs any, she has a gun full of ammo and the safety is on, thankfully). Now, instead of telling me that "The Queen" is coming to vist, she will be suggesting I pretend my house is my campsite and since she knows I dislike those who litter . . . I'm in trouble here aren't I? Should I post this or back out of posting anything tonight? I'll post it just to see if she checks the blog.

Do my parents even read this 'campfire journal?' And if they do, why are they not emailing me comments? I know one of my children reads it, but the family computer is set so that they can't post comments. Hey, EMAIL me, okay. I'm curious if you're reading the blog.

Everyone else, feel free to comment. I'd like to know if there really is anyone who "likes" or "loves" housework out there.


Sunday, September 18, 2005

Hiking the AT (to avoid cleaning house)

Today, after spending most of Saturday cleaning house and starting into it today, I had had enough. It took me a good nine months to get the house into "C.H.A.O.S." (Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome) and it may take me half as long to get it back into some kind of order, especially just working weekends. What I thought would take an hour took three. What I assumed I could finish in a few minutes is taking an hour. I hate housework.

So to flee the housework, Casey and I went hiking. (Forgot the camera.) I let her lead and she wanted to hike the AT rather than a blue blazed trail to a shelter we often visit. So, up and over we go from Hog Pen Gap to Testatee Gap. It's my least favorite mile of the AT. The roadwalk from Testatee (the signs say Tesnatee) to Hog Pen Gap was one of the last roadwalks relocated to a trail. This trail goes UP, is rocky, and is a useless PUD (Pointless Up and Down), when a lovely roadwalk produces some lovely scenery and the awesome 'rock face' from the same mountain over which the relocated trail traverses. The 'rock face' seems to me to have real faces staring out towards the North. I see Native faces staring straight ahead in the rocks. The mountain was blasted by drilling into the rock and stuffing dynamite which was exploded, sending the rock in many directions. Had they not created the opening for the road (which, had they not built, would make the Appalachian Trail section from Neel Gap to Unicoi Gap one of the longest with no trailhead), the rock faces of the Natives would have gone undiscovered.

The history of this area of Georgia is not a happy one if you are Cherokee or Creek.
So much land, so many broken treaties. I think the faces which I see in the rocks stand as sentries, guarding the memories of those who lived in the area before the Western Europeans appeared as immigrants and then took over as if they 'owned' the place.

History aside, we roadwalked back to the car and then drove home.

This is a photo of Casey from a few years ago. She appears to be a sentinel, too.

Friday, September 16, 2005

From the Top of the World to the Bottom of the Heap

I've not posted again after my story about Crockett being the catalyst of a friendship in order for that post not to disappear under other posts. If you haven't read that post, please go 'one post down' and come back if you desire. I think I wrote a fairly convincing once-upon-a-time.



Today, two weeks ago, I was on top of the world. I thought I had all my work done, I had gone to visit with my cousin (distantly related through Daniel Boone's parents), and thought that I had my life planned after I retired in 2008. There's a previous post way down in this blog about how I decided where the "diminishing returns" applied to my retirement. And then, between a quarter past to half past midnight, the song of my life was run over by a hit and run. My life turned topsy turvy. I was standing on the top of the world and suddenly I fell to the bottom of the heap.



Two weeks ago I was very content with life. Two weeks ago and a few minutes past midnight, I was devastated with life. Today, driving 'down the mountain' to a meeting in a town on the South side of the mountains, the tears came again. The emptiness of the loss of Crockett caused the tears to flow and my heart to hurt. The tears stopped, but my heart still aches. It rained and I was afraid the 'evidence' on the street in front of my house would disappear. Without the evidence, did Crockett really exist? Was Crockett all a dream? Am I dreaming now? Will I wake up from this coma and find Crockett laying his head in my hand for me to scratch his cheek?

I want that answer to be 'yes.' I know it's not going to be yes, though. Crockett's gone and I'm left here. I loved that dog more than just about anything I've ever loved.

I've still got my Granddog. And my life is being rearranged from the bottom of the heap. I won't continue to work past age 62 for very long. Crockett taught me that life is short. Not only should dessert be eaten first, retirement at the earliest date is the best choice. You never know how long you have or anyone you love has to live on this earth. So I'll be moving down to South Alabama in a year and a month or so. I'll make a pilgrimage to see Crockett's gravesite at least once a year, maybe more than once. And September 3 of every year will be a day of mourning for me. That's the day I lost the song of my life -- a very special Cocker Spaniel who stayed so briefly and meant so much. Even if all the 'evidence' is removed from the street in front of my house, Crockett can never be removed from my heart.

Crockett, I lift my wine glass to you and say "I will always love you."

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

"Friendships Made In Heaven"

This is a variation of a story told many times among the heavenly beings. You may recognize the story in your own life.

Once upon a time, in the celestial center of heaven, while the animals of heaven were making cloud-animals, much to the delight of many children living on earth, The Great Master was checking the Book of the Living and realized that there was a friendship missing on earth. The Great Master had set in motion the beginnings of a friendship, but the people involved were not cooperating to the extent He wished. So, He decided to remedy that situation with the help of one of the heavenly animals.

The Great Master called His Scribe and His Number One Angel together to discuss the situation. After much discussion about personality types, educational background, and philosophies, it was decided that the one characteristic the people involved shared was a love of dogs. So, The Great Master sent His Scribe and His Number One Angel over to the heavenly cloud-field to locate a dog willing to leave heaven and be placed on earth for a time.

At the edge of the cloud-field, The Scribe and The Number One Angel watched as the heavenly animals played with the clouds and formed their cloud-animals. The Scribe and The Number One Angel stood watching and waiting. The Great Master had already told them that one of the heavenly dogs would volunteer as soon as he saw them standing there. Suddenly, from behind a huge cloud-dog, a beautiful blond curly head shot up and looked across the field to where The Scribe and The Number One Angel stood. The owner of that beautiful blond curly head was "Cocker" a buff colored animal people on earth called a "Cocker Spaniel." His long silky fur was beyond description. Every hair was in place. Covering his legs was the softest flowing silky hair shimmering in the soft glow of heaven as he came prancing over to where The Scribe and The Number One Angel waited.

"Cocker" looked at both of the messengers from The Great Master and quietly asked, "What's the assignment?" The Scribe opened the Book of the Living and turned to the page where the story began. "Cocker" looked at a few pages and nodded his head, then followed obediently behind The Scribe and The Number One Angel as they lead the way to The Great Master.

In the celestial center of heaven, where the great throne sits, The Scribe and The Number One Messenger Angel took their places beside The Great Master leaving "Cocker" standing alone before The Great Master. "Cocker's" brown eyes looked intently into the eyes of The Great Master, waiting for His command. The Scribe deftly handed The Book of the Living to The Great Master whose gaze left "Cocker" and fell on the last page that "Cocker" had read. The Great Master asked, "Don't you want to look at the rest of the story?" "Cocker" gazed trustingly at The Great Master. "Sir," he said, "I trust You with my very life." "And well it shall be," was the answer from The Great Master.

To prepare for the trip to earth, the cherubs played with "Cocker's" hair, tying it in knots. "Cocker" had to quit eating so he'd appear thin and gaunt. Finally, the day came for him to enter earth. A light mist came down from heaven and when no one was watching, out slipped a little buff colored Cocker Spaniel looking bedraggle and hungry.

For nearly two months, "Cocker" walked up and down near the church where he'd been placed. He was beginning to wonder when the earth-people would take pity on him and if The Great Master had another plan in place when, finally, an earth-person came and put him in her car.

The beginning of the middle part of this story has been told time and time again: How "Cocker" came to live with the one earth-person The Great Master chose and then how "Cocker" went to stay with the second earth-person The Great Master chose. Life was good for "Cocker" and he enjoyed every minute he was on earth with "his" earth-people. (Well, other than the little trip to the vet where his manhood was removed.)

Up in the celestial center of heaven, The Scribe and The Number One Angel were beckoned by The Great Master. "How's the friendship coming?" He asked, already well aware of what was occurring on earth. The Scribe replied, "You know, Great Master." The Number One Angel echoed The Scribe, "You know, Great Master." "Then, I shall turn to the next page, the one which "Cocker" did not read because he trusts Me." The Scribe turned to look at The Number One Angel and saw his own eyes reflected in the other. "But Great Master!" they said in unison. "And well it shall be" were the only words they heard echoed throughout the halls of heaven.

If you've read this 'blog' you know the middle of the middle part of this story and the many tears which accompanied it. There was the sound of a "thud" and then . . . .

"Cocker" suddenly found himself sitting next to The Great Master. "Great Master," he said, turning his groomed face to see His Master, "what happened? The last thing I recall is hearing my second earth-person call me by my earth-name." "You didn't want to read that part of the story in The Book of the Living, remember?" asked The Great Master. "Because I trust you with my life!" exclaimed "Cocker."

The Scribe, who had pulled aside a cloud to see what was occurring on earth right at that moment, inhaled saying "oh!" "What is it?" asked "Cocker." "May I look?" he asked The Great Master. The Great Master pulled aside the blanket of heaven so that "Cocker" could gaze at the earth below. "OH, Great Master! Please, she's crying over . . . THAT was MY body on earth?? What happened to my hair??" asked "Cocker" with a quick twist of his perfectly groomed, curly head towards The Great Master and a look of shock on his face. The Great Master smiled at "Cocker" who bowed his head in obeisance to His Master. "Cocker" was glad to be back in the heavenly realm and with his heavenly body intact. With the glory of The Great Master shimmering in his silken hair, "Cocker" knew he would miss his earth-people as much as they were missing him.

The story doesn't end here. The end of the middle of this story is still unfolding in the lives of those "Cocker" loved during his short stay on earth. The Great Master will occasionally pull aside the blanket of heaven so that "Cocker" can see the friendships he helped bond. And "Cocker" knows that one day, his earth-people will be reunited with him and will understand why he was on earth for so short a time.

"Friendships made in heaven never end."



(And yes, The Great Master rewarded "Cocker" by returning to him what the vet removed.)

Monday, September 12, 2005

I am a work in progress




That's a radiolaria (holoplanktonic protozoa) and is not a work in progress. But I am.

What am I progressing to? I'm not sure. In another couple of weeks I'll be sixty-one years old. How can I be sixty-one already? I can't have lived this long and only be this far along in my life! I haven't decided what I want to be when I grow up yet!

Hmmmm, what do I want to be when I grow up? Hmmmmmmm. I guess I want to be "satisfied." Not necessarily satiated. But satisfied that I've lived as best I could, given the circumstances and the level of my education. Like most of us, I'm still learning, still growing into what I'll be when I grow up.

Parts of me have grown up and grown older. I was listening to a conversation (it was okay to do so) when an educated man was telling a friend how certain things, like Karate and maybe Tae Kwan Do, are for kids . . . and by inference, not for adults. He talked about kicks and routines, I think he called them. Kata in Tae Kwan Do. I think he thought that a "mature" body couldn't handle the kicks. Well, maybe my body can't handle the kicks, but is that a reason not to try? What happened to challenging our bodies? How will we know what we can't do if we don't try to do it? Maybe a child would get discouraged, but an adult (using the term lightly) would see the situation as a challenge. Yes, it might take an older adult longer to progress from belt to belt. So what? The younger kids can look at the 'old woman' and be encouraged. The old woman can look at the kids and try harder.

I know that my body can't do splits or cartwheels (although my 81 1/2 year old mother has cartwheeled up to her 65th birthday, I think it was). I also know that my body suffers from Fibromyalgia Syndrome. So, I'm "handicapped" but I can still play!

I am a work in progress.

I can learn karate.

I can learn Jeet Kune Do.
And I might even grow up, too.

All things have their season

1 All things have their season, and in their times all things pass under heaven. 2 A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted. 3 A time to kill, and a time to heal. A time to destroy, and a time to build. 4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh. A time to mourn, and a time to dance. 5 A time to scatter stones, and a time to gather. A time to embrace, and a time to be far from embraces.

6 A time to get, and a time to lose. A time to keep, and a time to cast away. 7 A time to rend, and a time to sew. A time to keep silence, and a time to speak. 8 A time of love, and a time of hatred. A time of war, and a time of peace. 9 What hath man more of his labour? 10 I have seen the trouble, which God hath given the sons of men to be exercised in it.

11 He hath made all things good in their time, and hath delivered the world to their consideration, so that man cannot find out the work which God hath made from the beginning to the end. 12 And I have known that there was no better thing than to rejoice, and to do well in this life. 13 For every man that eateth and drinketh, and seeth good of his labour, this is the gift of God. 14 I have learned that all the works which God hath made, continue for ever: we cannot add any thing, nor take away from those things which God hath made that he may be feared. 15 That which hath been made, the same continueth: the things that shall be, have already been: and God restoreth that which is past.

Islam Coexist? Muhammed said "Never!"

Islam Coexist?  Muhammed said "Never!"
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"We love death. The United States loves life. That is the big difference between us." – Osama bin Laden
"I have been made victorious through terror." Muhammad, founder of Muhammadism now called Islam (Submit or Die)

Barack Obama Says He Lacks Experience To Be U.S. President

And HERE he proves it.

Obama calls it "My Muslim Faith" and This Raises More Questions

George Stephanopoulos tries to correct Obama when he says "my Muslim faith" but it wasn't a gaffe and Obama corrects Stephanopoulos. The Question is: Why say "MY Muslim faith" first? He went back to correct Stephanopoulos, but again "MY Muslim faith" was used. WHY?

Obama is to the USofA as Castro was to Cuba!

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