The Ying Thoughts of the Reincarnated Squirrel
Nobody Wonders
The concept of reincarnation has always been a hard one for me. So has the Big Bang. If we base observations of what we know to be true all around us, then the Big Bang had to have a mother. If reincarnation means the invisible soul is put back into embryo’s to further life’s lessons then at this very moment you are reading the words of the soul of a past squirrel.
Why do I think I was a squirrel? Because I spent my childhood at the top of trees. As soon as I learned how to climb I was up in a tree—sitting like an old Buddha. Soulfully content to feel the breeze at the top of my little world, and be happy to be alone.
Escaping from muttering parents and wacko brothers and sisters when you’re a kid gives— you power. It’s one of the reasons Presidents do NOT want to give up Air Force One.
Anyway, the reason I’m talking about this, is that I was just reading about the art of past civilizations: the symbols always contains opposites…female vs. male, ying vs. yang, good vs. evil. ( rich vs. poor) But, most importantly, almost every culture believed in an afterlife. The Pharaohs believed that dung beetles gave you eternal life, and filled their tombs with them. If a beetle can live forever then so can a man..right? 
So, what is it about humans that convince almost every single culture on the earth, that there is a life after death? Almost every animal on earth dies. Why does man think he’s so special?
I was thinking today about my childhood, and remembered something. I grew up in Florida, where the pine trees were perfect climbing apparatuses for small children. The limbs are placed steps apart all the way up to the top. And pine tress…never lose their leaves. To me, those trees were like me. All young. Living forever. Only a fire, or a hurricane could destroy them.
When my parents moved the family to St. Louis, I was around seventeen. I had never seen a tree lose its leaves, nor had I ever been taught in my school in Naples, that trees lose their leaves. That’s how bad science was even then.
And when fall came and it started happening…the leaves starting turning colors and falling off. Due to the fact that I was the only one in the whole world who didn’t have clue about it, I said nothing. I knew just by the actions of those around me, it must have been normal. But…the event upset me deeply inside. By the time all the leaves were gone…I was devastated. Let’s just say, it left me with a sadness all winter. (Science will tell you I have an overactive amygdule, but I digress.) 
I’m not saying there wasn’t a lot of sun depravation going on at the same time, effecting my serotonins levels, and my blossoming hormonal balance…estrogen flowing through my body…but…let’s just say, that after that first year, when I saw the trees come back in spring, I was overjoyed.
Okay Joyanna get to the point.
The cycles of life. We are so immersed in them, we don’t think about them. But…maybe those first humans witnessed the same things. Some things didn’t die! This theory is a bit flimsy in Egypt mind you..they just had beetles, but whenever something in nature seems to die and come back miraculously, why wouldn’t humans think that they would do the same?
Just like the tree…we can come back…live on…in some way. Grow new leaves. Live another day. Energy withstanding. I’m speaking from the minds of ignorance, mind you, but there might be something to it…more than just a wish not to die.
We got many of our “we will live on” from the nature around us.
Now…since this rant is absolutely idiotic, remember that today, Richard Hawkins, the famous man who worked out lots of that very confusing Big Bang theory has just announced he has no clue about the mystery of women. He might be wrong about the Big Bang theory, but I’m a woman, and I was thinking this just the last minute, and so…you might conclude with him at the end of this “maybe?” rant that he is perfectly right.
Women are not meant to be understood, and neither is life after death.
But, the yin and the yang will someday figure it out together. And if you go by the book The Bell Curve, they will both be Jewish.
I can’t wait.
Nobody’s Kissing on Thanksgiving!
Nobody Reports
Nobody is talking about politics tonight..I refuse the spoil the holiday. I’m cooking pumpkin pies and watching the immortal scene from Gone with the Wind where Rhett Butler puts Scarlett’s head in-between his hands and threatens to crush it, and wait…..she walking up the stairs, he’s…picking her up…”This is one night you’re not turning me out.”
That’s telling her Rhett.
Wait….she is waking up…and singing! You mean, she LIKED it? (says the feminists) “She wept with delight when he gave her a smile”
Okay, enough. Mitchell’s masterpiece of life and history is still…a masterpiece.
And now, one of my favorite scenes, which if I close my eyes, I can imagine….
Hey…wake up Joyanna! Everyone have a great, big, wonderful, Thanksgiving!
And now, a word from our Sponcer: Unconditional Puppy Love
Nobody Flashes
Americans LOVE their dogs! And our dogs love us! Nobody would like her readers to know I’m not all doom and gloom..and I’m never like that when I’m around my pups, Koko and Zippy.
Oh, that’s me with my two favorite buddies, taken on my girlfriend’s Pattie’s couch. Catching these two bundles of dynamo to pose for a picture was not easy. I could have used some military help. God bless our soldiers!
Enjoy!
Sometimes, It’s All About the Color…
Nobody Flashes
I know, I’m supposed to be writing about the absurd, the insane, and the more than idiotic…and I will. But, I just had to stop and admire…this car.
It’s the 2012 Ferrari California which has a torque bump from 358 to 373 lbs, and a horsepower bump from 460 to 490.
Nobody wants to bump in it as much as me!
It also sychronize with your Apple products and Android. Nobody has a clue what this means, but I’m thinking you can plug in your Apple phone and it will drive the car,. whisle at pretty girls, and pay your taxes.
But…it’s the color that’s got me. Ooooooooooooooooo………..now that’s pretty!
Okay, back to reality. Wait…do I have to go back?
Nobody Needs Your Help…
Nobody’s Opinion
Well, I wish I could say I’ve got an opinion on the news of the day, but to tell you the truth, I haven’t been watching much. Somewhere between Joe Biden claiming that we are all going to be raped, plundered and murdered if we don’t pass Obama’s job’s bill, and Obama ending the war on a very quiet, “Oh, by the way…I’m running again so I guess I’d better end the war like I promised now that I killed a few bad guys myself.” quote—I just had to tune out.
I took a day off, went over to my neighbor Shirley’s house, who is a big Cardinal fan, and watched the fourth game of the World Series with her. She is all alone since her husband died, and I figure…she needed the company. I’m afraid I talk to the pitchers, and I think she was ready to throw me out, because I started admiring the TEXAS Rangers…and making calls like:
“You did WHAT? You took the guy out who just made a World Series Record of 7 walks in one game, in a 1-0 5th inning, and the guy you puts in, gives the other team a home run pitch which puts them on top? What? I would have kept him in…you gave in to PRESSURE you BUM! “
You know, stuff like that. I also jumped up at the end of the 7th inning and starting singing “Take me out to the ball…game…” I..don’t think she was ready for my…enthusiam. She started feeding me banana bread. And yes, I feel like Rodney Dangerfield tonight.
Nobody gets no respect.
Besides, I am getting tired of looking at that old picture of myself on my blog… taken last Christmas. It’s just got to go. I don’t know where I’m going to find another one…but I know one thing..today I went through all fifty or so Word Press templates and I had a hard time making up my mind…I also have NO clue why I have two blogrolls when I can’t even get one right. I go to popular websites and some of those guys have a ga-zillion “blogroll” people, and it’s like they are listing all their friends on Facebook.
And speaking of FACEBOOK…can I harass Mark Zuckerface? I posted a few blogs, and got at least two millions gazillion people wanting to be my friend. I can count my real friends on one hand. So…who are these people?What do they want? One lady named Angela somebody, keeps inviting me to her parties in California. I’d LOVE to go, but what can I say?
I DON’T KNOW YOU Angela!
I could list you at least a hundred good books I’ve read, but blogrolls? There are millions. Someday, I’ll get some time to figure out this computer world…but like many of you, time is precious, just ask Steve Jobs who has told us at least five hundred times in the last few days that we’re all going die and death is the best thing that ever happened to life. Like we are all just cow spuds to be spit out for the new cows to spud.
Between you and me…I think he had one too many canola bars when it came to his philosophies.
Anyway, I’d rather concentrate on writing something…if not meaningful, at least something that makes us all think. (like what a cow is thinking when she’s spudding) Someday I will look like all those other cool blogs…I simply don’t know how. It’s like I’m genetically programmed to be an alien.
The truth is, I’ve been blogging since 2000, and sometimes I wonder…why? The reason why is that I know I have a precious few that read me, and for that I am more than thankful. But I also write, like most writers, because I simply must get all this junk out of my head. Just be glad I don’t put my dreams in here…oh no. That’s a whole other universe. Sometimes it takes me half the day to forget them, let alone figure out what I’m trying to tell myself. You know what I mean?
Anyway, I’m going to be trying out different templates in the next couple of weeks, and if you see a design that you really like…please tell me. Feedback would be great!
In the meantime. Thanks for letting me complain.
And Now, A Word From Our Sponcer…
Nobody Wins
—if we can’t have a bit of fun after all this doom and gloom in the world, right? Right.
I’m watching the Cardinals, they are leading 8-3 against the Rangers in Texas, in the World Series. It’s only game number 3…but it’s a good feeling here tonight. The restaurants are filled, and everybody in St. Louis are noticeably happier….it’s like for a moment in time, we are back to ourselves again. Sports can do that to a town. It’s seems to be the only time when a society can say “YES…we are better than YOU!” and it’s okay.
But check out these guys..I’ve followed my son around while he played disc golf, and he can throw a frisbee pretty good…but these guys.. they are really amazing!
Enjoy!
Some People Can Sing: Some People Just Can’t
Nobody Gets Email
If you have ever tried to sing, (and I somehow used to make a living at it) you will appreciate the fine talent that all three of these kids have. Their harmonies remind me of the Lennon Sisters who use to sing on Lawrence Welk many years ago…
Of COURSE I wasn’t born yet! What…did you think I was THAT old! Are you kidding? Me?
Hey, if you remember “I Can’t Get No Satisfaction” by the Stones, you would do well to look in the mirror.
Somewhere some parents can be very proud.
(Thanks to JR)
Jane Fonda Wants You Back!
There she was on Charlie Rose: Lady Jane Seymour Fonda, better known as the woman who started out as a sex symbol, then actress…turned into a communist anti-war activist, then “feminist,” then exercise guru, and now, she is out trying to get everyone to forget about what she did as a young woman, and well…Let her put all her exercise tapes and books on QVC. You see, too many people protested about her being on the channel, and they took her off.
Jane might be a lot of things but, she knows business. She is apologizing right and left about her stupid activities during the war, and also emphasizing that she is a Christian. Smart PR. And how did she become a “Christian?”, Charlie asked, as if he was asking how in the world she got leprosy.
She went to a lot of political activities and talked to Jimmy Carter, she said.
Yeah—- there’s her problem right there. Jane is ALWAYS talking to the wrong people.
During the 1960s Fonda engaged in political activism in support of the Civil Rights Movement and in opposition to the Vietnam war. Fonda’s visits to France brought her into sympathetic contact with what she later characterized as “small-c communism”: Leftist French intellectuals who were opposed to war.
(Tell me…does communism come in different c cup sizes?)
While watching her banter with Charlie, I thought: she’s good. She apologized profusely about the horrible things she did during the Vietnam war…sitting on that cannon..aimed at our boys. Heck, even I bought her remorse. But tonight I have to remember…Jane Fonda is one of the best actresses on the planet.
Fonda:
The photo exists, delivering its message regardless of what I was doing or feeling. I carry this heavy in my heart. I have apologized numerous times for any pain I may have caused servicemen and their families because of this photograph. It was never my intention to cause harm .
The question is: does she really mean it? Nobody Thinks so, but it’s a bit too late.
And just look at her. At 73, she looks almost a young 45, due to picking the right plastic surgeons. Nobody thinks she looks better than she ever has. (FACE) Money has it’s perks.
Many people would say that poor Jane just couldn’t help turning out as she did. Born into a very liberal Hollywood family, and then: her mother committing suicide when she was 12. Yeah, rich or poor, that’s rough. But did she have to take it out on us?
Jane has apologize for causing so much heartache during a time when thousands of men were sent to Vietnam— many to die. Did she think they WANTED to be there? Sure, we all felt the war was insane, and we hated it, and we all thought we should not even be there, but Hanoi Jane took it a step further.
According to Wikipedia:
Fonda said she had no regrets about the broadcasts she made on Radio Hanoi, something she asked the North Vietnamese to do.
But Jane wasn’t the only one doing damage: John Kerry comes to mind, and he’s still in the Senate.
Nobody Thinks, not only was she doing it for her own compassionate reasons, she was just plain stupid, as many leftist/ liberals are. They want to save the world, to make themselves feel better. And it’s hard to believe that she was that naive to NOT know she was hurting the boys in the field, but her feelings were much more important.
“See what a good person I am?” It’s as if an invisible mommy is lying on their shoulder. It’s as if these people fly high in their planes over the world, and never come down to really see it. They have no clue. No kind of injustice has ever happened to them I guess. I don’t know. What makes these people think like they do?
After the war, Jane made the exercise videos and life went on. She had a good product and if people had not bought her tapes due to her past, she would have never become the millionaire that she is.
But, the war was not her only “mistake.” She has been right up there with every feminist movement ever given a stage. She demonstrated with Women in Black against Israel’s occupation of the West Bank and Gaza Strip.
Has Jane said a word about the poor treatment of the billions of Muslim woman who live is slavery? Has she done a protest in front of a Mosque?
I don’t know. You tell me. The “feminists” from the sixties now just want to know if they have the right vibrator, and that’s in Jane’s new book too.
Ted Turner left her for a younger woman. She said he couldn’t take her “religion.” Whatever. She was just dumped for a newer model, something that all feminists were always complaining about, and any woman worth her salt would have damned the action: but not Jane. She learned a lot from Ted, she said: Why, he could look up in the air and recognize a red falcon!
(Okay, maybe she is dense.)
But, with Charlie gushing over her every breathe, she looked to me to be wanting the very thing every single feminist in the world tries to act like she doesn’t want: adoration. Especially from men. Jane Fonda, wants to be the sexy woman, at 73, that she always wanted to be…you see, she always thought of herself as an ugly duckling, and I see nothing wrong with that. I only wish she’d admit it.
You have to admit one thing…she stuck to her liberal views and has never wavered, and I am going to read her new book, because, I know NOTHING about vibrators, or why feminist are such terrible mothers.
And Jane is going to tell me.
Jane Fonda, is Nobody’s Fool. Whatever you many think of her politics, that woman does one thing extremly well: she makes money. Good for her.
Nobody’s Perfect: Geithner VS Lallona
Nobody’s Perfect
This week, nobody can compete or even compare imperfections with our own Wizard of Hogwarts Economics, Timothy Geithnor. Mr. Geithner holds the fine title of being the first Secretary of the United States Treasury to cause the fine AAA credit that we have managed to keep since 1917, to downgrade.
Of course, he did not do this remarkable feat all by himself— but he has made himself the laughing stock not only of all Chinese children, but everyone else in the world, and also, no doubt, most of Hogwarts.
Why? Because in April of this year he insisted that in no way was there any “risk” that the United States would be downgraded by anyone. (see video)
On the other side of the coin (hopefully yours is gold) we have a young man from Fullerton, California, who decided one day to put his semen in some lovely co-workers’s water bottle. I’m not sure what he was trying to do: make her gag, or maybe see if his DNA was strong enough to grow his child inside her stomach: With the sexual education being taught these days in our schools, one can never be too sure. Something tells me, she wouldn’t go out with him.
And who could blame her? He looks like he would drown little puppies in his morning milk. This was reported:
Superior Court Judge Walter Schwarm, who earlier sentenced Michael Kevin Lallana, 32, to 180 days in jail for two misdemeanor battery convictions, said Lallana needs to reimburse his victim for therapy and loss of wages after she left her employment following the incidents. And now he has to pay $27,410.80 in restitution.
If Mr. Kevin lived here in St. Louis, just last week he could have gone down to his local courthouse and for just $100 dollars he could have had all his misdemeanors forgiven. He should live here if he wants to keep being a pervert, but then..Nobody’s Perfect.
(And by the way….how did they come up with the 80 cents? Was that the price of the ruined bottles? )
Yes, Kevin went to jail for just the action of putting his semen into a ladies bottle, but Timothy Geithner so far, has seen no jail time whatsoever for robbing billions of people around the earth of their retirment funds. I wish he would have just gotten out a water bottle, squirted, and saved us all a lot of heartache.
Nobody’s Shopping Defects
Nobody Cares
Our very defects are..shadows of our virtues. —Ralph Emerson
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Hopefully, in ten years, with my good friend’s help, I might even learn how to shop.
And Now, A Word From Our Sponcer…
Nobody Knows
Why I like this song. I just do. The lyrics, the drums…the simplicity.
Bryan Adams is a pretty good songwriter. But…watch, around 2.21, you have to wonder…why put the guitar there?
What was YOUR Favorite Car?
Nobody’s Opinion:
For over a year now, I have been turning to my husband and saying when we drive , “Where is everybody? It’s Sunday!” It upsets me that on certain days the streets are empty, and not for lack of people. What are they doing? Hiding in their cell phones?
I know why: Everyone has to conserve gas, …trips are being carefully planned by all of us, and I KNOW it’s shouldn’t bug me…but it does. The car to most Americans– represents, plain and simple: freedom. Especially if you live in California, where according to the movie, “MACHETE” we will be invaded by Mexicans in their elevated chassis, bearing giant machine guns, bazookas, and various home-made bombs, with men reeking of the need for a strong deodorant.
The future’s so bright, I gotta wear a bullet proof vest.
Obama has made it clear: He wants us OUT of our cars, and onto the trains. I don’t know how most feel about it, but if you lose the ability to get in your car and drive to Colorado, or New York, or Texas, and you lose your freedom.
I woke up thinking about this…really. I was remembering all the cars that I have owned, and realized I could measure the years and events of my life by my cars. America has been…all about the car. Just ask P.J. O’Rourke. For the boys: it the car. You reach puberty and that first car is probably, next to sex, the most important thing on your mind.
So, my second waking thought was— Why did I like one car over another? My favorite car, was not what you would have expected.
“The Purple People Eater” was my first car. I was sixteen, and I had purple everything: boots, bell-bottoms, shirts, dresses, eye shadow to match. It was my ticket to college.
Free at last! I liked that so much, that I traded it in for a brown duster. My favorite memory was in that Duster: I was eighteen when I asked a young fellow to be my escort, and we drove 13 hours straight into New Orleans, to see Mardi Gras, where we both, innocent as lambs, went to our first strip bar, and got kicked OUT of our first strip bar, because neither one of us had more than dollar bills on us. The strippers had to have tens. Who knew? But the back seat folded down, and left plenty of room for two to sleep. And you know what? We were completely innocent. Not even a kiss. I remember, a hand on my hip, because it was cold. Boy, was I ever so glad he was there.
Now, I came back, and my parents, who were real sticklers about trading in a car every three years, talked me into getting rid of it. So, I got a blue firebird, with white leather seats. I remember the guy who sold me the car, he could NOT believe that I actually wanted to keep my old brown duster. (That’s me standing next to the car, the day I bought it. )
Later…I traded that blue firebird in for a van, because, as a musician I had a lot of equipment to haul. I had four 4560 JBL speakers, and they took up the whole back end. The whole inside was carpeted. I loved that van, and had it for a good ten years, but then I traded it in for another firebird. A truly beautiful yellow.
When I saw that care on the Pontiac display floor, I wanted it bad. The headlights folded up..so cool. . My five year old son kept saying “Get this one mommy” …Okay. Sold. I kept it and gave it to him when he was sixteen.
That’s him going to his first dance.
Once, Americans could fix any car. It’s one of the reasons we won WWII. When a machine broke down, our men could fix them, the Germans, not so much. Now, with parts from all over the globe. Give it up. Unless you are fortunate enough to have the talent to fix cars. Those men should be videotaped and their knowledge preserved. Hell…those men should be worshipped.
We are a vast country, and when Obama starts into his dreams of high speed trains everywhere, it gives me the willies. Here in St. Louis we have a train going downtown, and be real, I won’t ride it. Why? I can sit in a air conditioned car, with the power of the wheel, the speed as I pass the lonely streets…are you kidding? Take away the freedom to explore?
The elites want to change all that. If they had their way, we’d all go to work holding our lunch bags cruising along on our Segways.
Nobody says” You will tear my car out of my cold dead hands!”
Every car in my life brings back memories…drive in movies, back seats, driving in a blizzard in the mountains of Colorado. Even being tortured by the vast wheat fields of Kansas. I had some pretty nice memories…the yellow firebird was my favoirte to drive, but memories? The brown duster wins hands down.
You want to know why?
Because it was in that plain old brown Duster that I learned, that men can be noble, kind, sweet, gentle, and your best friend if you let them. They are not all out to get women, and trust me, that was the message from the great feminists at the time. I don’t know what it’s like for men, but I still wonder where Mike is. Looking back on it, he looked like a young Keeana Reeves. And If I had to do it all over again, I might never have gotten the blue firebird. I’m a practical gal.
UNLESS of course, you gave me the new
Lamborghini Aventador.
I’ve had many cars since then. But, we should make sure, that it’s not just the elites to get to drive cars in the future, don’t you think?
Nobody Mourns
Nobody’s Opinion
Obama was determined today to get his debt limit “money.” After playing the class warfare card, the “kill grandma card,” the Ronald Reagan card, he went back to the one card he could always count on: The race card.
Sheila the Jacka***s…son Lee, did it for him:
“I do not understand what I think is the maligning and maliciousness [toward] this president,” said Jackson Lee, a member of the Congressional Black Caucus. “Why is he different? And in my community, that is the question that we raise. In the minority community that is question that is being raised. Why is this president being treated so disrespectfully? Why has the debt limit been raised 60 times? Why did the leader of the Senate continually talk about his job is to bring the president down to make sure he is unelected?”
Sheila shows her vast knowledge of American history here. Why, there is not one example, since George Washington ran back to Mt. Vernon, of a opposing Senator EVER wanting to out the President holding office, right? Nobody Thinks that Sheila knows better…because to think that she knows nothing of American history is beyond scary. and speaking of scary…
Nobody Wonders where Obama gets his stats. Obama claims that more than 80 percent of the people want more taxes. Right— just like we want more poisoned dog food, higher gas prices, crack houses, someone feeling us up at airports, gangrene, a bullet through our head, our child picked up by a serial killer, or to see another exposing Wiener picture.
Obama:
“And I think increasingly the American people are going to say to themselves, you know what? If a party or a politician is constantly taking the position ‘my way or the highway,’ constantly being locked into, you know, ideologically rigid positions, that you know, we’re going to remember at the polls,”
Obama doesn’t seem to care that he is the one for the past year saying “my way or the highway” Funny how reporters never ever points out that the Democrats always accuse the other party of doing EXACTLY the crime they are committing at the moment. It’s a daily exercise for them.
On the other side of the ocean, Rebekah Brook, the editor that resigned over the Murdoch scandal, costing his company millions, has lost a friend: Murdoch’s’ daughter. Elizabeth claimed Brooks had been “f****ing the company.”
Nobody Knows if MS Brook was a diehard liberal planted to bring down the company, BUT, Murdoch has a weakness for pretty woman. If there is one thing you have to be, it’s a very beautiful woman, or you will not work for Murdoch. Nobody Thinks Murdoch, was brought down by a pretty face, but then again, Nobody’s Perfect.
And speaking of Perfect: it seem Hugh Hefner just can’t believe that his very young fiancé dished him. (That’s Hugh with some of his x-wives) ‘But in the weeks immediately afterward, as we got very close to the marriage, you know, something was not right. But I didn’t see it coming, I truly didn’t see it coming.’ say Hugh.
Besides the fact that he insists that all his girlfriends and wives never leave his bunny estate, and that despite his millions, most of those girls want the guy of their dreams ..and they are using HIM to get ahead—he still doesn’t get it? No wonder he locks them up.
Nobody Flashes that Hugh has a serious case of dementia, with a heavy side cocktail of deliriums.
And speaking of deliriums…Prince Alwaleed, the man who demanded that Rebakah Brook be fired due to the fact that he owns major stock in FOX and was salivating for the big FOX deal about to go through in England, said this:
“Ethics to me is very important, definitely. I will not tolerate to deal with a company that has a lady or a man that has any sliver of doubt on her or his integrity,”
Nobody Remembers that Giuliani turned down the $10 million that the Prince offered him after 9/11, and how we all cheered. Giuliani said that his statements drew “a moral equivalency between liberal democracies like the United States, like Israel, and terrorist states and those who condone terrorism.” Coming from a man who also said the United States should re-examine its policies in the Middle East” after 9/11, you have to wonder where his “Ethics” lie.
Blaming America for 9/11 is not what most would call “ethical” at all.
Nobody Cares: In the mist of all this political grand soap opera today, my little blue parakeet, Pepe, died . He had a grand eight years of singing to me and making me laugh. He has had pneumonia for over three weeks, and fought bravely to not let it show. He pretended to eat at the bottom of the cage with the other birds…and then, gently went to sleep among them this afternoon, while they ate around him.
We loved each other very much, me and my Pepe. He was my little joy, ….and I will miss him…dearly.
The “Dysfunctional” Defense of Casey Anthony
Nobody Wins
For those of you who have NOT been following the story of “mother of the year,” –the Casey Anthony trial, you will therefore not be upset that the jury found her not guilty of killing her 2-year-old child. Most everyone who followed the whole circus on TV are— at the moment, appalled and outraged, that in America, a woman who doesn’t even report her child missing for a whole month is going to go free. At the same time, little was made of a lady who had been grocery shopping while carrying her recently three-day-old dead baby in her arms. No mention what happened to her.
Oh, she was black….probably…just lost or depressed. She KNEW where her baby was.
At the same time this was happening, Roger Clemens, a MLB pitcher who lied under oath, might go to jail for over 30 years from doing something that only hurt himself. (with steroid use, physical speaking) So, how do we compare that to a woman who lied with every statement and who probably killed her child—and she goes free?
Well, there is a reason we were told: Casey was sexually abused. That’s why she lies. Poor dear, she had been so traumatized by sexual abuse that…she just couldn’t be responsible for that child. That was the defense, and it worked.
By the way, Oprah Winfrey was sexaully abused and it didn’t seem to keep her from being responsible. I’m just saying.
So—Why did the jury set her free? For the same reason O.J. Simpson got off….guilt and pity, and our politically correct liberal views that have permeated the society like a cancer. Pity the black man, for he is put down every day by the white man. O.J. got off because his lawyers took your mind off the crime, and put it on the cops that were out to get the black man. Pity for the young single mother, who was sexually abused by her father. Why, ANYONE would forget…or “misplace” a child if she had suffered by the hands of a cop…a cop who had sex with his daughter. Some would even “speculate” and say that little girl was his. Maybe Dad knows what happened and helped his daughter cover it up.
And let’s fact it…Dad LOOKED and acted like a man who would do such a thing. When he pulled his little “suicide” stunt, then it was a sure bet he had been guilty of something. What kind of father does that right in the middle of his daughter’s murder trial? According to some experts, a suicide fake is common among men who abuse women.
One of the jurors, despite the evidence pointing to Casey. —told it plain and simple: it was a dysfunctional family, therefore, they are not responsible for what they do. That’s how sick our society has become. We are willing to accept any crime, because the criminal had a “rough” life.
We have Presidents who lie to Grand Juries, bomb countries, kill innocent people without permission, evade taxes, and now, with ObamaCare, think nothing of sentencing 70 million people to early death. Our politicians ALWAYS go unpunished. How can we expect any justice out of our courts at all?
The good new is: People everywhere are outraged. But Nobody Wins, when a whole nation was forced, ( once again) to witness criminals going free. It doesn’t do much for the national morale.
God help us all when juries are filled with bleeding hearts, and lots of stupid people. Wait…our CONGRESS is filled with bleeding hearts and lots of stupid people.
We’d better not wait for God’s help.
Casey, will be back…with a book deal and a movie deal. She will go on to make big bucks and have another child,…. and so our natioanl dysfunctional life goes on.
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I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
Joyanna Adams
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