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Nobody Flashes: This BUD's for YOU!

Posted by Joyanna Adams on Thursday, July 30, 2009 5:04:39 PM
Nobody Flashes: Upon hearing that the Obama/Gates/Crowley beer/festival was going on today...Nancy Pelosi's family decided to protest on the White House lawn. As you can see, the resemblence is uncanny.
Drinking beer was not going to settle any race problems, they said, and more to the point, they claim every man they have ever known...drank so much beer that when the men come home after a night of drinking they didn't even recognized their own wives or remembered their names. They were appalled that Obama would even suggest such an absurdity.
 
But Obama is not going to be held hostage by a bunch of white women, oh no. He takes race relations very serioulsy so he made sure that since this meeting was going to solve all the race problems of the world, they would need plenty of beer, therefore an executive order was given to get a beer maiden from Germany to "keep it coming" so to speak.

In the meantime, another problem has occured. Harvard Professor Henry Gates's Irish cousin, Bobby Dooby, was arrested on the White House Lawn for having just a little too much fun warming up for the occasion, and also, wearing the confederate flag in honor of her Irish cousin...Gates.
 
The President's message is: Somehow, with enough beer, we can get through this. OR>>> Just stay drunk and you won't care what happens! This Bud's for YOU!
 
I feel better now...don't you?
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Take This Pill and DON'T Call Me In the Morning...

Posted by Joyanna Adams on Wednesday, July 29, 2009 7:39:19 PM
Nobody Knows: Did you ever go into a doctor’s office and feel like the “doctor” listened to you, but, 9 times out of 10, the only answer he had was a “pill?” For years, I went from doctor to doctor complaining about being really tired, and each one, just looked as if to say, “So what? You should have our hours.”
 
My fatigue was not a concern for anyone but me.
 
Both my parents have passed away, of strokes, and cancer. I basically spent my days and many long nights in hospitals, and saw one horror after another, and I began to see a pattern. Like our government, it wasn’t the doctors or the staff at the hospitals that were “uncaring” or clueless, it was, once again, the “system” of medicine that had gotten so off track.
 
So, what happened?
 
In the book, Adrenal Fatigue, the 21st Century Stress Syndrome, Dr. James L. Wilson explains:

“In fifty years the tremendous influence of pharmaceutical and insurance companies has completely altered the practice of medicine and, as a result the emphasis in physician training and health care has changed radically. A doctor’s acute skills of observation, physical examination and deductive reasoning, which used to be considered his most essential diagnostic tools, have now been replaced by reliance on narrowly interpreted lab tests and lists of numerical diagnoses allowable by insurance plans. The health industry has forced the entire practice of medicine to restrict itself to pre-approved numbered codes for both the diagnosis and the treatment of all health condition.”
 
In other words, they are basically pharmaceutical pushers, nothing else is allowed. So, in a sense, Obama is right about the medical system, and he uses that fact like a malevolent Dr. Death.
 
But, if you read this paragraph again, Universal Health Care will be the same system, only now, instead of being run by insurance companies, the “codes” for care will be run by government accountants. And the “codes” for care, which has in many cases, pretty well keep doctor's hands tied, will make nothing but state robots out of all doctors and nurses.
 
The plan is to get those 70 millions baby boomers off the planet, they are "doctors" themselves you know.
 
After all, we’ve heard the opinions of Barack Obama, Walter Cronkite, and Prince Charles, and countless others. Why should they care? They get the BEST medical care on the earth, and and that will continue.
 
Accordingly to them, the planet is just too crowded and cost the government just too much money. That’s not a conspiracy theory, that’s a fact to them and they truly believe it. In the meantime, they are pouring billions into stem cell research, which only the rich will be able to afford.
 
Today, the “blue dog” Democrats, have faced an agreement, with “Dr. Death.” So…will the medical Gestapo come into our homes? Will mandatory vaccines be FORCED upon us all? Is Glenn Beck being allowed to remain on TV to calm the violent crowds when they figure it all out?

Nobody Knows.
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Snowball, Chris of Townhall, & ABBA

Posted by Joyanna Adams on Wednesday, July 29, 2009 12:10:49 AM
Nobody Says Thank You: Snowball, Chris, & ABBA
I spent the whole day today, holding close to my heart, my little snow white albino parakeet, Snowball…she was dying. I don’t know why I do this…many would call it insanity…so be it…but Snowball had bought me so many hours of her beautiful singing, and simple pleasure, that I felt it my obligation to hold her and comfort her in her last moments.
 
I won’t go into what she died of, but suffice it to say that, the vet said he was surprised she was still alive…she should have died a year ago…so I knew, her time was coming.
 
I awoke to hear the dreaded “plop.” I knew she had fallen to the bottom of the cage. I got a soft clothe, wrapped her as gently as I could in it, then laid her against my chest as one does a child…and decided to take her outside…and show her the sky…a real tree…the smell of a gardenia… I wanted her to see the hundreds of birds that I feed and that she has been singing to all these years, outside of her cage.
 
We sat on my old swing and rocked, and watched the sunrise, through the leaves of my three biggest trees in my backyard. Many think that you have to go to the most beautiful places in the world to see its beauty, but I think its right in front of you…everywhere. God is everywhere…in every bird, leaf, and simple flower. Sorry if that’s too corny, but it’s probably why I have always liked Emily Dickenson. Trouble is: some of us are just too damn sensitive to it.
 
The funniest thing was that, just yesterday, out of nowhere, right in front of the swing, grew a big pink orchid. I have never seen it before…I have no idea where it came from, but Snowball, loved the colors…I could tell. She could see the stalk of flowers from my chest. It was as if God put that one stalk of pink flowers there just for her. The day went by much too slowly.
 
Snowball, who had never wanted to be held…every time I put her down, her little eyes would follow me…so, I held her, all day…walking and talking to her…she finally passed away around 2pm. She looked like the proudest of eagles…only small, and white.
 
She was herself, she knew she was special. Even birds have no copies.
 
I did a pretty good job of keeping it together until I called my husband at work. I wanted to share the news, I wanted sympathy, okay, I admit it. For the first time…he didn’t recognize my voice…when I said “I can’t believe you don’t know who this is?” He said something like…”Should I?” Later on, he said something like…I can’t hear so well nowadays, but, you know…it doesn’t matter at the time does it? Okay, I lost it after that.
 
Well, there you go. Life and death, and love…fleeting things, they flitter in and out don’t they? But, as the song goes, “I hope you never take one breathe for granted.” So, tonight, I thought I needed to watch something…and I saw “Mamma Mia” on the cable and I thought of Chris…of Townhall. And I got to thinking how much Chris had loved the movie. I thought of this stranger that works at some place in some space and time, and read blogs, and loves baseball, and really loves Christmas music…let’s just say, I wanted to say :Thanks Chris. By just being yourself you helped me through my darkest hour, and you didn’t even know it. God bless you.
 
You see, my husband considers it to be a "girlie" movie, so he refused to watch it..so, but for your enjoyment of it, I would have never been so bold... The movie, for all it’s silliness, was filled with Abba songs…songs that I have sung a million times. It was a good escape…
 
Tomorrow, I might just get out some old tapes and dance. I used to be a professional dancer, but it’s been so long…but then again, no one will see me will they now?
 
And then, I’m taking Snowball, Sunny, and Smokey...(who are in my basement freezer) put them all together in a box, and bury them right next to that wonderful orchid…and then, get back to work.
 
“I have a dream, a song to sing… I believe in angels…something good in everything I see I believe in angels…”
 
Oh, and sorry about this…one is not suppose to “feel” sorry for oneself anywhere. But, if you had only seen her, she was my songbird.
 
She was my little Snowball.
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