Can I Umm, Get Me A Red Line Here?*

"Children of Darfur"

Sudan: Letter to Human Rights Council on the Human Rights Situation in Sudan

"Two years after the secession of South Sudan, armed conflict continues to devastate large parts of Darfur, Southern Kordofan, and Blue Nile. "
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Darfur in 2013 Sounds Awfully Familiar

Nicholas Kristoff reporting for the New York Times

ABGADAM REFUGEE CAMP, Chad — ASIYA TAHIR, 20, had her 4-month-old baby, Mariam, on her back in April when three armed men in Sudanese military uniforms seized her and her sister at a well in Darfur.

The soldiers beat Asiya and then — according to both sisters who were interviewed separately — pulled Mariam off her back and laughingly checked to see if she was a boy or a girl. Grabbing Mariam by one arm, a soldier flung her into the distance.

“You’re lucky she’s a girl,” Asiya remembers one of the soldiers saying. “If that were a boy, we would have cut his throat.”

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Not that I would expect our SecState to be much help on Darfur.  After all, when we had Khartoum at the negotiating table in 2010, Kerry was the one who brought that Administration's offer to "decouple" the issue of Darfur from the talks.

The UN estimates that as many as 300,000 have died in Darfur.  No they weren't gassed, just shot, displaced, starved and left in camps to die from preventable disease.

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The asterisk in the blog post title is to explain the poor grammar.  I am jeeringly using some of John Kerry's own words.

Mismanaging Syria

All war is ugly.

Chemical weapons are a crime against humanity.

However, President Obama has mismanaged this situation and is on the way to making it worse.

I just watched CNN's State of the Union - as well as Kerry on "Meet The Press".  Later, I will catch a repeat of FoxNewsSunday.

But so far several things really bother me.

First is SecState Kerry and others such as Rep Eliot Engel, D-NY trying to drive support by talking about Syrian children who have been gassed.  Do not try to manipulate me this way.  I care about those children, but no more or less than the children Assad has killed with bullets and bombs.  I also care about those who have been orphaned and displaced.  How about the children killed by rebel forces?  Don't tell me the answer is to bomb and kill more Syrian children.

Oh and when Kerry makes his passionate statements in front of this picture

Just know it's a lie.  This isn't a depiction of the aftermath of a Syrian chemical weapon attack.  It's not the result of anything Assad has ever done.  It's Marco Di Lauro's "The Aftermath of Saddam" in 2003.

Then there is the "we must back Obama now that he has committed" argument.  I find this best exemplified by former diplomat and current JFK School professor R. Nicholas Burns (a guy who I have agreed with on some things in the past).

"The congress has to vote in favor of this resolution or else the credibility of the United States as a global power in the Middle East is going to be vastly reduced."

Yeah, no.  Saying Congress must blindly follow whatever nonsense and poor foreign policy POTUS comes up with is bullshit.

And when some talking head tells you that it's a crime against humanity - and it is - so the US must handle it.  Remind them that's what the UN and other world bodies are for.  If this was sooooo important, where was Obama's Ambassador to the United Nations when it was brought up?  Oh, yeah, Samantha Power was vacationing in Ireland.

Well then, they'll say it's a US national interest.  Really?  Please define it.  Syria can gas every last Syrian and it will not effect the US as a nation.  So absent a vital national security interest, the answer is in Article I, Section 8, Clause 11 of the US Constitution.  One would think someone who has referred to himself as a "constitutional law professor at the University of Chicago Law School" would understand that.

Meet The Press had a segment on the horrors of refugee camps.  I've never seen a nice one and the UN says this is a huge crisis.  OK, I'm with you there.  I want to help there.  No one is going to argue that.  Send aid.  We're good at that.  But don't blow smoke and tell me that bombing strategic targets in Syria is going to make any difference in refugee camps.  These camps were there before the chemical attacks.  Syrians are fleeing the fighting overall.

Finally, people will tell you President Obama "wants to send a message".  Ok, I understand "gunboat diplomacy". Currently we have USS Gravely DDG107, USS Barry DDG52, USS Mahan DDG72, USS Ramage DDG61, and USS San Antonio LPD-17 in the Med.  USS Stout DDG55 is heading over to relieve the Barry.  So tell me, if DDGs deliver Tomahawks and LPD deliver US Marines.......what is your message?

Ten Years Ago I......

.....landed in Dubai.  The U.S. Navy Commander, formerly known as the Favorite Naval Consort may have turned out to be a selfish jerk who got "tired of my cancer", but too many other things were wonderful.

The pool; the gym; the spa and the staff at the Taj Palace took marvelous care of me during my eleven days in Apartment 245.  And thanks to the Navy phone (mine didn't work internationally) he gave me from his office and the use of his car and driver, Ali, it was the best vacation ever!

I have a pic of the two of us, but I can't find it.  Ali coached me on bargaining in the souks.

That's where I got these little treasure chests filled with frankincense.

The Long Dark Winter..........

....of my lack of good reliable Internet connectivity is over.

No more looking for unlocked networks.

No more driving near a McDonalds just to update my Kindle.

Thank you, Sara.  I know it was a sacrifice.  My son is as much of an addict as I am.

Signal strength: Excellent.  Mmmmmmm.

We've Made A Move

Is it for long?  I dunno.

We've been in a temp place in Harrisonburg since the beginning of June.  And our "Find-An-Effin-House" deadline was looming August 1st.  Sara, Tom's gf finally came up with something that met every requirement but one.  My request to be near some kind of public transit.

On the other hand, it has reduced Tom's commute to an hour....if he walks.

I am moving to Craigsville.  The correctional facility where Tom is an officer is less than four miles.

I know I make lots of jokes about how there's "Nothin west-a-Worcester" but this place is the back of beyond as Mama Kelley used to say.  The town has about a thousand residents within it's 2 square miles and borders the George Washington National Forest.  Charlestown is half the size at one green mile and 16 times more people.

Sara said something last night about burying mothballs near the house to keep away snakes, but "la-la-la" I didn't hear that.

It's twenty miles from Staunton and I don't know if I can hack it.  Although, no light pollution!  The stars at night are big and bright in Craigsville as well as Texas.

So, I'll give it a shot.  I may end up with a pied-a-terre in Staunton.

But it's better than an empty FridgidAire box.

Part Two; Trying To Put The Milky Ways Down

Ok, I've recharged the batteries a little.

In the aftermath of admitting to myself that my cancer was back, I did every wrong thing.  I stopped going to the gym.  I slept more.  I subsisted on frozen Milky Ways.

But mostly, I thought about what I would do when Dr. Miller got tired of "waiting and watching".  A second transplant seems a ridiculous idea.  The general consensus as far as I know, is that subsequent transplants get you half what an initial transplant does.  If you are an IgG patient who gets twenty years, certainly a second one giving you ten years seems worth the effort.  But for me, going through six months of chemo, one month of heavy chemo, three weeks for the transplant, one hundred days without a salad, and six to eight months recovery (bald no less) to get half of twenty three months........yeah....no.

So that leaves drug therapy.  Revlimid, velcade and a host of other drugs are out there to help suppress my numbers.  And for the majority of all myeloma patients drug therapy tends to have a very low impact on their quality of life.  Unfortunately, that is not the case with me.  So, I am not looking forward to that.

Now there are some other things that pop up in my email group.  The most frequently mentioned alternative to chemicals is the herbal supplement curcumin also known as tumeric.  There are no real, documented, long term studies.  But there is tons of anecdotal evidence.  In particular there is a blog "Margaret's Corner" which deals pretty much exclusively with Margaret's battle against her disease using this herb.

I've done some reading on and off about curcumin and now I did some more.  What I finally settled on was 1800mg of curcumin with biopeperine (black pepper to help absorption) along with 1000mg of flax seed oil in the morning and again in the evening.  I called Karen my nurse practitioner and let her in on the plan.

At my May appointment, with six weeks of this regimen under my belt, there was another blood test. Karen was laughing when she called with my results.  "I don't know if it's the tumeric, but your result was 264."

2 points!!  I don't know what it was either, but I will take 2 over 41 any day.  They also did a full skeletal survey, which is a series of head to toe X-rays.  There was no new damage.  Whew!  And the pain in my upper arm is not a tumor, it's something muscular.

I called my sons and told them the results which could mean nothing or everything.  That's when this whole move to Virginia came together.  I have talked about it for a while, but I always talked about it as something that I would do....and never got to.  But Tom and Frank made their case for having me there and spending this time waiting for treatment with them.

I gave notice on my beautiful waterfront place in Hull and packed.  I went to my parents and told them all that had been happening and why I was leaving Boston.  I asked them to keep it to themselves.  I told very few people.  Its' so hard to tell people.  I feel so guilty.  It is the fastest way to wreck someone's day.  Why make everyone miserable?

But I'm better now.  I lifted the gag order.  I called my cousin Kathy.  I wanted to make sure she knew directly from me.  She found out about my original diagnosis from the internet and that wasn't fair.  I have left messages for my cousin Martine, she better return my call if she wants direct info, lol.

My next test is in a few weeks.  We'll see if my 2 points were a fluke or a pattern.  It would be nice if curcumin could slow my cancer's growth because it has no side effects.  Well as long as I remember to have something in my stomach.  Trust me, curcumin burps are hell.

All Good Things Must Come To An End.....

That's what they say, isn't it?

My cancer, which was successfully knocked out with my February, 2011 stem cell transplant, is back.

Stop!  It's bad, but not hugely bad.  I will explain.

In Multiple Myeloma a patient has an overabundance of a corrupt protein.  Mine is the IgA.  Most MMers have a corrupt IgG, but 20% have IgA.  An even more rare occurrence is a problem with the IgM, IgD and I think there are others......but they don't pertain to me and it is a Maggie-centric universe, so we move on.

The point of chemo for us it to knock the corrupt protein down and keep it down.  Some patients stop there.    The SCT (stem cell transplant) people go further.  A successful SCT can work to the point where the cancerous protein can't even be seen.  This is described as a "complete remission" or CR.  That was the case with me.  After my SCT, which has been described as being brought to deaths door and then being snatched back,  my cancer could not be seen.  I was in CR.

I was told that one general rule was that if an IgA patient makes it to the two year mark, they will make it to five.  The IgG people tend to get 10/15/20 year remissions.  For the first year or so, I decided not to think about that.  After a very unsuccessful first go around with chemo and the very bitter disappointment of failure, I decided that I would set all expectations low.  But as the twenty four month mark approached I began to get excited.  At first, I was quiet about it.  I kept it to myself.  But then I began to mention it to close friends.  I remember the smile on my face when I revealed my hopes to My Marine and he said "I know, I remember, I'm waiting too."  LOL!  Nothing gets by him.

As February, 2013 approached and my hopes grew I went to my January, 2013 appointment with Karen and Dr. Miller.  I was being tested every three months.  It was during that appointment that Dr. Miller said that they could see a protein and he wanted me to start coming in every other month.

Buuuuttttttt.......I didn't want to hear that.  Soooooo.......I didn't.

This is not the first time I have completely and successfully blocked bad news.  When my older son Tom was born, we were told he had a heart murmur and it would need to be watched.  And apparently it was remarked on during pediatrician visits for the first thirty months.  But when I was told in the early spring of 1984 that he would need an operation to fix it, I was completely blindsided.  I swore it was a shock.  Tom's father my ex was flabbergasted.

So when February 10th rolled around, I celebrated it!  I had a celebratory lunch with my parents.  I was all smiles.

Because I have mad blocking skillz!!

Then I went to the March appointment where Dr. Miller assured me that while my cancer was back and my levels were rising......we would hold off on treatment.  We would wait and see.

I nodded and smiled.......inside my head I am screaming "WTF????  What is he talking about?  I made two years!  I am going to get five.  He said he saw "A" protein, not "MY" protein!"

But after a few days, I pulled my head out of my ass and called for some numbers.  In the three months between October, 2012 and January, 2013, my cancer reappeared and my IgA level increased by 41 points.  In the two months between January, 2013 and March 2013 the IgA level again increased by 41 points.  However, these increases only brought me to 262 and normal levels are 50 to 350, so technically speaking, I was not out of remission.  But realistically speaking, at that clip, I would sail right out of remission shortly.

Ok, I am going to stop here for now.  I am tired.  When I am being honest, I will admit that my fatigue levels are indeed rising.  But I will come back for Part 2- "What I Am Doing About This".  Or some such.

Stumbling Upon A Great Group - Warrior Hike

A few days ago on Facebook my dear friend, ConcreteBob posted that he was going to be in Front Royal, Virginia on Friday night.  I thought surprising him would be fun.  After all, we are in Harrisonburg, Virginia for the next month and it's close by.

I asked Tommy to put me on the calendar for the 21st.  "Is this one of those things where you walk into the room and people yell "BostonMaggie" and you smile beneficently?" he asked.

Why yes..........yes it is.

LOL!  I didn't know why Bob, he of the famous homemade BBQ sauce, was going to be there, but, whatever.  His post mentioned the Front Royal VFW.  So it's something I can crash, I'll stand a round, buy raffle tickets, whatever.

But I didn't know a time.  And I didn't know how to find a time without tipping my hand.  There was nothing on the Col Samuel R Millar, VFW Post 1860 web page or Facebook page.

Soooooooo, I emailed a perfect stranger and asked.  I got lucky.  No one had warned her about me, so she clued me in.  A potluck dinner.....crap.  I am here with a wok and paper plates.  What am I going to bring.  Cookies from the supermarket would have to suffice.

When we arrived everyone was back in a covered picnic area.  I kept my head down and walked up to ConcreteBob's table.  "Hi, I'm here from Women For Obama and I'd like to talk to you."  He was so confused.  Then he jumped up and hugged me fiercely!

After many hugs and laughs, Bob sat me down with Sean Gobin to explain why we were there.  Warrior Hike 2013 started in Georgia in March and they were headed up the Appalachian Trail.  Every five or six days they come off the trail and meet up with veteran and community organizations.  Tonight was the Front Royal stop.

From their "About" page;
In 2011, while deployed to Afghanistan, Marine Corps Captains Mark Silvers and Sean Gobin founded a nonprofit called Warrior Hike and in 2012 hiked all 2185 miles of the Appalachian Trail to raise donations for wounded veterans.
During their journey, Mark and Sean organized 35 fund-raisers at veterans organizations that were located along the Appalachian Trial.
At the completion of their hike, Mark and Sean had raised $50,000 in donations to purchase adapted vehicles for seriously wounded veterans from the war in Afghanistan.
Recognizing the physical, psychological, and spiritual benefits of hiking the Appalachian Trail, Warrior Hike has partnered with the Appalachian Trail Conservancy to create the Walk Off The War Program. The Walk Off The War Program is designed to support combat veterans transitioning from military service by thru hiking the Appalachian Trail.

There is more on their website plus pictures (you should click the link, they're cuties).

Like them on FaceBook!  Follow them on Twitter.  Spread the word and help out any way you can.

It was a win/win for me.  I got to see Bob and surprise him.  Then Mr. & Mrs. Sniper showed up.  You can really spend the whole night laughing when they show up at a party.  One of the guys had a phone/tablet?  A Phablet?  Holy crap, Sniper was off and running with that one.  Plus I found a great group to follow on Twitter.

I'm going to try and hit them at another stop to show my support and I can do more than shop for cookies in the supermarket.

Big Changes

I have moved to Virginia.

For a while.

It's been the plan for a while.

I loved this last five months in Hull.  I wanted to stay until at least the fall.  But things happen and I am here in Staunton now.

I will go back often.  My parents are there.  I am not leaving Doctor Miller and my wonderful medical team who have seen me through this far.

I will be very lonely here in the land where no one understands me when I speak........

Who We Remember On Memorial Day

ScottTheBadger mentioned his Dad's cousin Lt. Francis Albert Riley, USN.  Lt Riley was aboard USS Albacore SS-218 when she was presumed to have struck a mine on 7 November 1944 near Hokkaido.  All hands were lost.  I got the picture from "On Eternal Patrol", a website dedicated to all men lost while serving in the U.S. submarine force.

I will be remembering my grandfather's brother PVT Dan Kelley, USMCR.  Dan enlisted one week before his 18th birthday; became active duty within 3 weeks and was KIA at IWO Jima a mere 9 months later.

When you eat your hot dog or shop that car sale today, remember you are free to do so because men and women like Scott's cousin and my uncle paid the ultimate price.

Separated At Birth

An English Defence League supporter takes part in a march in Newcastle on Saturday. Photograph: Jonathan Pow/PA

 Sloth from "Goonies"

Memorial Day is......

Memorial Day is........

.....this coming Monday, May 27th b/c it occurs annually on the final Monday of May.

....a day of remembering the men and women who died while serving in the United States Armed Forces.

....a day formerly known as Decoration Day. Decoration Day originated after the American Civil War to commemorate the Union and Confederate soldiers who died in the Civil War. 

.....NOT to be confused with Veterans Day which occurs on November 11th of each year.

.....NOT a sale at Macy's or a car dealership or an appliance store.

My Awesome Goddaughter!

Mother's Day was awesome.  Giving and getting gifts, flowers, chocolates.  My mother made her famous potato salad.

Although getting there was kind of like crossing the country in a Conestoga wagon!  I love Hull, but convenient it is not.  No shuttle on Sundays till after Memorial Day (although Frank's Britt took care of that part); on and off the 220 to pick up last minute things - yeah, last minute, I said it; and the Red Line under construction.....whew!  Then again, it's not like I had anything else to do except get up to my Mum's house.

I've been trying to weed through my stuff and contain my spa/facial/cosmetic/body lotion addiction - no support groups for that.  It's slow going and a few days ago I thought "Deb will give me something new for Mother's Day, I should call & stop her".  My goddaughter Debbie shops in Bath & Body Works or Victoria Secret, which I have heard is even more expensive than Bath & Body Works.

I thought I should ask for some chocolate chip cookies, which are no better for me.....but cost less and never sit around waiting for the next purge.

But I forgot.

Still.......I opened my gift bag and it contained.........brownies!  Pretty good considering we were communicating on a psychic connection.

We all had a chuckle about that.

My Kindle

I went from -

"I like books.  I like holding them.  I like the way they feel.  I like the way they smell.  I like wandering around book shops.  Especially the Brattle."  

To -

"It's used.  It's short money with this coupon on top of it.  What's the harm?"

And then yesterday when the screen froze -

"Oh my God!  All my zombie books! All my foreign policy books!  This magazine is weighing down my bag!"

All in just one short year, give or take a few days.

Amazon had a helpful page and my Kindle is back.  Whew!

Thursday's Good Deed

I'm going to do you all a favor......cause I love you all so much!

I believe in doing a good deed a day......I don't always get there, lol.

Here is an easy one and you can all do it.

Vote for Joshua Newey as a favorite "Life Moving Forward", "Local Hero" to celebrate National mobility Awareness Month.  I became aware of Josh because he is a friend of a friend from Bridgewater, MA

Josh Newey was born on May 13, 1977. His date of injury (C5 quadriplegia) was January 11, 1997. Always an active young man, Josh became quadriplegic at age 19, following a terrible accident involving a snowmobile. After three years of rehabilitation, hard work and perseverance, Josh began attending Bridgewater State College, becoming involved with the Peer Leadership Program and also Managing the Swim Team! Josh’s bright spirit and love of life showed through during his Peer Visitor sessions at Braintree Rehabilitation Hospital, where Josh also did his rehab. He has visited others injured under similar circumstances, in an effort to “give back”, and to aid those whose injuries are fresher, and has tried to help them as they face an altered future. Josh is very independent, taking care of his own “personal” needs, even working three days per week as a Marketing Specialist. Each workday morning Josh must roll out to a cold vehicle which may or may not start, with a MANUALLY operated door and ramp. Somehow he manages to open the door and pull down that ramp by himself – a difficult task for even an able-bodied person. Seeking financial independence and wishing to end his need for disability payments, Josh’s greatest wish is to work full-time, but desperately needs a reliable vehicle to make that dream come true. Unfortunately, the economy has hit Josh’s family as hard as many others and they are unable to help him acquire a new van. His current van, a 1999 Dodge, is in deplorable condition – unsafe and undependable, with rotting floors, some non-functioning equipment and no heat. Josh acquired this van after family and friends pulled together a fund-raiser THIRTEEN years ago. He has certainly made full use of that van, putting 204,000 miles on it in the course of his travels. Josh is a dear friend and a loving son, brother and uncle, and is always looking out for the welfare of others. Josh leads an active life that could only be made more productive with the increased mobility a new van would provide. Josh’s love of life, selfless spirit and independent nature truly make him our HOMETOWN HERO!. 

 Please click on the link and vote.  You can vote every 24 hours until May 10th.

Apparently Thursday Was Too Much To Expect

I was productive Monday....Tuesday......and Wednesday.

Thursday was a bridge too far.

I am still in my PJs.

But there will be a post on the USS Constitution event I attended last night.

I Believe In America

UPDATE:
Angelia reminds us of Thomas Paine's opinion on the subject.
He that would make his own liberty secure, must guard even his enemy from opposition; for if he violates this duty he establishes a precedent that will reach himself. ~Thomas Paine

Ok, someone just thought "Hey, that's what Bonasera says in the opening of "The Godfather"!"  Yeah, stick with me here, it's not trivia night at your local pub.

America is not a religion or an ethnicity.  America is an ideal.  And I believe in that ideal.  An ideal is not something mankind is capable of achieving, but only working every day toward it.  The guiding principles of America are laid out in the Constitution.  Following that guidance is a constant balancing act for individuals and for America as a whole.

We talk about the common good.  And sometimes it seems that the common good would be best served with a wink and a nod at this document that was signed more than 225 years ago.  Especially when emotions are running high.

We are only humans and weak at that.  But there are three hundred million of us, give or take.  So when emotions run high and some people are weak, there are always going to be some of us to stay calm enough to hold to our ideal.

Now, if this were just me, just Maggie, sitting in a room with the Tsarnaev brothers, I'd be beating one nearly to death and kicking the corpse of the other while I waited for the first to recover so I could beat him again.

But it's not, is it?  It's me, an American citizen, upholding a principle.  Believing in America more than indulging my desire for vengeance.

And it's not easy until you remember this - if you let go of the Constitution for that moment of vengeance....what did you avenge?

So when people say "No Miranda rights for a terrorist!"  I say "Due process for American citizens." (and I get a little snippy and think it's a Miranda *warning*, not a Miranda *right*, but whateva).

And when people point out that Tsarnaev was born somewhere else; hasn't lived here that long; hasn't been a citizen that long.  I say "And your point is?????"

And when someone says the word Gitmo in this conversation, I think "Boy!  You need to sit down and think hard.  Quietly, in a corner, before you speak again.  Because clearly you are overwrought."

There's a reason she's blindfolded.  It doesn't always work.  But you never give up trying.

And on a separate note - to those who say that law enforcement overreacted in shutting down Boston, Cambridge, Watertown, the T, etc. - faaack you!

Lindsey Graham Should Get A Fucking Grip

GOP SENATOR: Boston Suspect Should Be Held As 'Enemy Combatant' And Should Not Have Miranda Rights Read

This disregard for the US Constitution is far more frightening than anything a terrorist could do.

ANYONE who suggests that suspected terrorist Dzhokhar Tsarnaev should not be read his rights as enumerated under the Miranda Warning is an idiot.

Do I hope this guy doesn't "make it"?  Of course I do.  Do I hate him for what he has done?  Of course.

But like it or not, Tsarnaev is an American citizen.  He gets due process.  That's it.

If we abridge the Constitutional rights of this piece of shit, we will be doing more harm than he or his brother could have hoped for.

Everyone is talking about "Boston Strong".  If we sell the Constitution down the river out of petty vengence, what is there to be strong for?

Farewell, Matthew Colin "Big" Darne

Matt Darne, "BigDarne" or just "Darne" to some of his friends was a presence in the lives of many people.  Not the least of which were his fellow correctional officers at Augusta Correctional Facility in Virginia.  I know this because my son Tom is a fellow officer and among those mourning Matt.

Matt Darne graduated from McLean High School, and enlisted in the US Marine Corps.  He served a tour in Iraq and saw action in The Battle of Fallujah.  Matt was also at one point stationed in Korea.  My Tom recalls Matt's humor fondly; citing some of Matt's "When I was in Korea...." quips.

When you read Matt's obit and "guest book" entries, you see that many are recalling that very sense of humor that they all feel the loss of.  But it's not lost, as long as you remember it.

You will think of Matt and when you do, smile and be grateful that he was in your life for a time.  Because Matt was grateful for you as well.  I found an online profile that read;

"Hi my name is Matt. But to the people who know me I am Darne. I am a 24 year old former Marine. I am a combat vet. I saw action in the Battle for Falluja. I was an 0341/0331. That means I was a Grunt / Ass Kicker / Ground Pounder. To some I maybe crazy and to others I maybe the coolest guy in the world, but what matters to me is what I think of myself and thats it. I like to work out alot and I do various forms of martial arts but my real love is for the outdoors... Hunting, Fishing, Camping, Hiking... theres no greater thrill in the world. For me, family and friends are the most important thing to me... I would do anything for them, ANYTHING..."

Sometimes I Get A Headache

I got an email containing the Sparrow Project's latest press release.  I read it and thought, "Good Heaven's, I'm so glad these people let me know the nonsense the will happen later this week in NYC".

It seems that -

"ICELANDIC PARLIAMENTARIAN, POI IN FEDERAL GRAND JURY PROBE INTO WIKILEAKS TO VISIT NYC IN SUPPORT OF BRADLEY MANNING"

Yeah, this nitwit Birgitta Jonsdottier us going to visit NYC and on Friday the 5th she's going to

" host an evening of art and dialogue in support of jailed Iraq war whistleblower, Pfc. Bradley Manning, at Judson Memorial Church (55 Washington Sq. South, NYC [map]).  A 6pm benefit informal art auction & film screening will be followed by a panel discussion, beginning promptly at 8pm. The panel discussion will feature Jonsdottir in conversation with Alexa O'Brien and Kevin Gosztola, journalists who each have providedextensive coverage of the Manning pretrial proceedings at Ft. Meade, MD, along with Peter Hart, a critic with the media watchdog group Fairness & Accuracy In Reporting.  The panel will be moderated by Sam Seder, host of the political talk show, The Majority Report."

So I get right on Twitter and send some anti-Manning tweets while surfing for info on this chick and her supporters.........

Haha! Sparrow Project isn't warning me about this event - they are celebrating it!

What?  Why would anyone who reads my blog or my FaceBook or my Twitter or any comments I've ever made think I would want to do anything but spit on Manning for endangering US Troops???

First it was a Twitter follow from the IAVA (Iraq Afghanistan Veterans of America).  Now this.  What could these groups possibly be seeing to think I would agree with them or work with them?

So I emailed the Sparrow Project guy -

Hey Pal,

I don't know what I could have sent out into the social media universe that would have sent you a green light to contact me.  But mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.  Bradley Manning is a treasonous enemy of the United States.  And not even an earnest principled one.  Just a loser.

I'll unsubscribe myself, but maybe you want to check your filters or something.

Many people I love stand or have stood between your freedoms and America's enemies.  I feel sorry for you that the best you can do with those freedoms is spout this nonsense.  But it is your right.  Don't worry, I cherish and appreciate it enough for both of us.

Diane Miller

BostonMaggie

Good God!

When Did The Ford Hall Forum Become A Drinking Game?

How was that?  At the end of the presentation, we were encouraged to ask questions.  But we were first admonished to remember that a question starts with "Who; what; why; where; when and ends in a question mark." by Edward Powell, the executive director of  StreetSafe Boston and the evenings moderator.

So how is that for a question?  It starts with "where" and ends in a question mark.  I hope is also conveys my disappointment with the "Ford Hall Forum".

Being the nerd I am, I would happily spend all my time traipsing from one lecture, presentation, forum to another all around Boston and the surrounding area.

So last Thursday, armed with birthday money (thanks Mum & Dad) for a nice dinner and a cab ride home, I set out for Suffolk University.  The Ford Hall Forum topic presented for discussion on March 21st was "Guns Don't Kill People, The Media Kills People".  Now before we go further, let me point out that a forum is, according to Websters, "A public meeting place for open discussion".  And thus it is not a lecture.  This will be important to remember later on.

The moderator, Edward Powell, gave a short presentation on the topic and his background working with Boston's youth and his efforts to stem violence, gun and otherwise.  It's very laudable work, if there were something I could do to assist him, I would.  I get right off the bat where he will be coming from during this forum and I understand.

Then Mr. Powell introduced our two speakers on the topic; John Rosenthal the founder of Stop Handgun Violence.  Mr. Rosenthal in the program handed out, describes himself as a gun owner and reiterates that point several times over the course of the night.  Mr. Rosenthal wants you to know that he is not against gun ownership, and tries to make the point several times with stories of skeet shooting and duck hunting.

Our second speaker is Charlton McIlwain, associate Professor of Media, Culture & Communications at NYU Steinhardt.  I would hazard a guess that Professor McIlwain thought he was brought in to discuss the media's view and impact on gun violence, I know I was there for that discussion.

Instead it was a diatribe against the NRA and Republicans.  A rant about people who require more than three rounds in a gun - that's all they give you when you duck hunt.  And for the most surreal aspect of the evening during the Q&A there was a celebration of how marchers on Washington and the Mai Li Massacre stopped the Vietnam war.  It was the most ridiculous bit of revisionist history I have seen outside of an Oliver Stone movie.

We were treated to such half truths like Republicans, surrounded with issues of great import are only concerned with the cancellation of White House tours.  This information was greeted with gasps, then murmurs of approval.  Evil, useless Republicans (remember, this is Boston)!  Of course Mr. Rosenthal left out all the examples where POTUS wastes far in excess of $18K per week (the cost of the tours).  It's what is known as "Washington Monument Syndrome" and it's a very valid criticism......when you tell the whole truth.

We were also informed that we must strike at this issue while it's hot in the wake of Sandy Hook. You see, these gentlemen, Rosenthal & McIlwain want you to know that no one cared when black boys are killed, but now we have white babies.  So that's an important fact to know, there has been no serious discussion of gun control until now because we are all racist pigs.

You think that's disgusting?  Oh no!  You haven't heard anything yet.  Mr. Rosenthal wants America to WAKE UP.  You know how he wants to do it?  He wants to get his hands on post mortem pictures of Sandy Hook victims.  He claims each child was hit 3 to 11 times.  And he wants to take these pictures and post them on his Mass Pike billboard!!!!

So anyway after explaining we are all racist and we can't make good decisions without gory pictures of bullet riddles babies..........the rest of the talk called for national gun owners registry, restricting types of guns and ammo, etc.  One unintentionally humorous idea that Mr. Rosenthal proffered was that Smith & Wesson produce guns like the one James Bond used in "Skyfall".  Great movie, don't miss it.  Anyway, the gun only works in Mr. Bond's hand and for no one else.  Who is going to buy that?  You know I have only been shooting twice, but half the fun of the other participants was trying each others guns.  Some people buy and resell guns.  What's the market on a gun that only shoots for one person?  Smith & Wesson, like most other businesses in this country are in it to make money.  And there is nothing wrong with that.

Mr. Rosenthal listed off horrific incidence of how many suicides, accidental deaths workplace violence happen every year in the US.  He incorrectly added Fort Hood which is not "workplace violence" but was an act of terrorism.  But there is risk and death and injury all around us.  Ban cars and you'll save more lives.  If this is your attitude, take away guns, cars, swimming pools, bathtubs, washing machines, staircases, knives, baseball bats, bycycles, boats.  Just wrap every kid in cotton batting and sit him in a climate controlled room, and feed him through a tube (can't have him choking on less than well chewed food).  Mind you, it won't help save all the children who get cancer

And never mind that face that more than 50 million Americans own handguns and never do anything wrong.

There was also an aggravating, aggressive mind-numbing misinterpretation of the 2nd amendment.

Did I get everything?  Lies, half truths, bad ideas.........oh yeah.  The drinking game.

Had I been so inclined and brought an adult beverage with me.  Then say I took a drink every time Mr. McIlwain finished up a Rosenthal point with "Well I basically agree." And/or a drink every time John Rosenthal said "When I was at the White House".  I would have been hammered.

Where My Friend ADM Harvey USN (ret) Landed.

ADM John C Harvey, USN (ret) will head Virginia's Commission on Military Installations and Defense Activities.

ADM Harvey, who recently retired after 40 years in the US Navy is the Virginia resident tapped by Governor McDonnell to help lead Virginia through the aftermath of sequestration and the budget cuts.

The executive order McDonnell signed creating the Commission can be found here.

Well, he couldn't have found a better person for the job, could he?

ADM Harvey hasn't exactly been sitting around since his retirement, between last fall and now, he has been a guest lecturer for UVA's Darden School of Business.

You can view a new interview with ADM Harvey about DoD cuts and BRAC here.

Happy 100th Mama Kelley!

My mother's mother, a woman who was a huge influence in my life, was born 100 years ago today.

She went to go and join my grandfather in Heaven years ago, yet she is a presence in my life still.

I quote her so often that once, five years after she passed a work colleague told me she was confused, was Mama dead or alive.  That's how much she is still with me.

There was a time when the pain of losing her was so fresh I couldn't see today for what it always was and always will be - a celebration!

To celebrate I will go visit her on this beautiful sunny day.

This is my favorite pic of Mama & Papa dancing at my Uncle Frank's wedding.

We'll talk about the new Pope the Church has announced.  They picked a great day!  Normally you know that I would be glued to Twitter for such an event.  But I have a prior committment - see you soon Mama.

Time/Date Problems

The problem with not working is not realizing what day of the week it is.  As the Dowager Countess of Grantham says "What is a week end?"   Except for doctor's appointments there is very little in my life which requires any precision timing.

But this "floating" through life has it's downside.  Like yesterday when I ate a burger for lunch and hours later realized it was a Friday in Lent.  Today when I realized to late to get there, I am going to  miss "Isaac Hull in Love".  It begins at 2 pm and I would need more than 90 minutes to get there.  I was always dashing somewhere at the last minute when I was living in Charlestown.  Hull takes more planning......not my strong suit.

Of course, there is still time for you to get to the USS Constitution Museum in the Charlestown Navy Yard by 2 pm.  And you should, the Museum, does a good job with presenting these historic moments and making them relevant today.  Their Bicentennial Lecture Series keeps The War of 1812 from fading into the mists of history.

Happy Birthday Commodore Isaac Hull, born March 9, 1773;

Lost In the #Filibuster, #Filiblizzard

....and getting blindsided by the real snow storm.  Yesterday was all rain and wind as I played only reading politics.  I had watched nearly ten of the twelve plus hours of the recent filibuster, tagged #Filiblizzard.

And I've been reading about the Conclave of course.

So imagine my surprise when I woke up a couple of hours ago.  What happened???  They are now talking about 2 feet!  I was teasing Jonn Lilyea about his snow.  "Yeah, it's still winter, boyo!"  Joke's on me!!

So I jumped in the shower, trying to catch the 11 o'clock shuttle.  While I dressed and packed, I fielded phone calls.

During one call Frankie said something I jumped on impatiently.  "Chill out, Gunsmoke!" he responded.

What?  I could only burst out laughing.  "Do you even know what 'Gunsmoke' is?"

I  missed the shuttle and I am trying again at noon.

I'm hoping to get back by Sunday.  There is supposedly one spot in this building that is "better" than mine.  Apparently it's rarely available and few besides the landlords have seen it.  Such moves go by seniority and I am low man on the totem pole.  But the viewing is Sunday and I at least want a peek.

Why Google Is Dangerous For People With ADHD

This happens to me more times than I can say.

I should be going to bed at a reasonable hour.  I'm thinking about spring.  I want a bike.  Let's Google this.  Just this and then I'll stop.  That Schwinn looks good.  Is Schwinn made in America?  Let's check.  Real quick.  No clue on their website.  Let's ask them on Twitter.  Just that and nothing else.  Oh, look, there's a tweet from - fill in the blank - and he linked to something.

And two hours later, I'm still reading.

So the other night I promise myself that I am just going to take a quick look at my email.  There is a link from a local political source about Cardinal O'Malley.  Well just a peek.  Cause I don't like O'Malley and I never have.  It's a blog called Boston Catholic Insider.  In the comments some people mention some terms I am not familiar with.  So I Google them.

Two hours later I can barely keep my eyes open as I read about anti-popes and this alternate Catholic reality.

It's never, ever just a quick peek.

Funniest part was the next morning I was telling Tommy and he knew all about it already.

Last Saturday - 24nd Annual Maritime Symposium

Last Saturday the place to be was Boston University's College of Communication.  That is where Navy League of the United States, Massachusetts Bay Council presented the "24th Annual Maritime Symposium".

So, of course, that's where I was!  My first war game!

I was an observer, allowed to go from room to room.  Here's how it works.  Participants (all college ROTC I think) are divided up into teams.  I think there were 80 or so kids from more than a dozen New England colleges and universities.  Efforts are made to break the participants up so you aren't hanging with your friends.  They ideally want to form teams of strangers, coming together for the first time.  

Groups are given some materials and sent off to different rooms.  Each group has a moderator.  Generally the moderators are people with military experience who are there to keep participants on track.

1st- The scenario.  It was prepared, as was the whole program by LtCol Mark Stanovich, USMCR.  Mark was not there in his Marine Reserve capacity, but you can't help but note it because he is the USMC exemplar. The situation, while put together months ago, is something that has heated up lately - Territorial disputes in the East China Sea in 2015.  I feel that since going over all the suggested reading and the background stuff which we got in the email invitation weeks ago, all I see/hear is about China and territory disputes.

I heard this described as "The Spratly Surprise", though I don't remember reading that anywhere.  The specific territory described in the 3 move political/military scenario were the Spratly Islands.  Indeed the only difference between the 2015 situation and real life today is that the territory in dispute are the Senkaku Islands

Participants are briefed on the "situation" and told they have been convened to advise the President for his response on the matter.

I went into about half the rooms and talked in between sessions to participants in the hall.  I tweeted until the phone started dying (off-topic, I need some super battery).

First off, probably one quarter had not read any background or seemingly studied much history or geography (in the sense I studied geography in school) in general.  There were some silly facts and misinformation tossed out by students that Mark Stanovich (who was also roaming room to room) would appear and correct.  Teams were guided to keep on the path by their moderators and the controllers who were rating/grading as the game proceeded.

After everyone worked through the 3 moves with their team, presenting began.  First teams presented to other teams.

I pegged the winning team just after lunch, although I am sure others saw it earlier.  They were moderated by Col. Robert LaBriola, USMCR, who I had by coincidence met at EPIIC the day before.  This team presented to the whole Symposium, as the "U.S. Briefing Team" and took questions from their fellow participants.

This is a learning experience for the participants.  They are being introduced to the concept of problem solving/teamwork in a seminar with time constraints.  Participants were routinely prompted "The President's waiting" while it was acknowledged that there were "unknowns" and quickly changing "facts".

And for young people who didn't have the benefit of nuns in their education, they did pretty good!

Two things I observed; teams with young women were more concerned with world opinion, and there was a universal belief in the lure of capitalism for the Chinese.  Obviously no "Occupier" think here.  Which is funny, because I don't think that trade sanctions, blockades etc would weigh as heavily to the real life Chinese government.

The hardest part was keeping quiet!  There were things said by teams that I almost had to put my hand over my mouth to keep from jumping on, lol.  But maybe when they are as old as I am.....they'll be this smart.

So, how did I round off this day?  Fabulous dinner in the North End with My Marine.  That was after I kinda sort made him drive nearly to the edge of the map (Route 128, if you're playing at home) by not paying attention as we drove out of the parking lot.  Criminy, we were only at BU.  I don't dare confess how much time I spent out there in the past.  I had the bombolotti di zucca at Gennaro's and it was delish.  While his chicken parm was apparently.....orgasmic....lol!

Anyway, between this and EPIIC the previous day, it was a helluva weekend.  i slept for days.

New-Klee-Ah

It's Nuclear not New-Q-La

Yes the nickname is Nuke.  Yes.  But you wouldn't call my son Frank, Frank-sis.  It's Francis.

Work with me here people.  I am trying to listen to your opinions, but once you say "New-Q-La" all I hear is "hee-haw, n'yuck, n'yuck".

Help Me With This

Mel Gibson, who made "The Passion of the Christ"  says some incredibly awful, anti-Semitic things.

Hollywood and the media come down on Gibson like a lead weight.

Chuck Hagel, repeatedly and supposedly in control of his faculties, says incredibly anti-Semitic things.

Hagel was just confirmed as SecDef.

Day One Of EPIIC----#Fail

I love going to the EPIIC Symposium.  I couldn't go the year of the transplant and last year I was in the midst of the whole Grave's disease nonsense.

But this year...........I was going! Thursday through Sunday, four days of panels and discussions.

This year's topic "2013 EPIIC Symposium: Global Health and Security at Tufts

Well first off, My Marine is making me go to a different symposium all day Saturday.  The 24th Annual New England College Symposium at Boston University

Ok, there was still Thursday, Friday and Sunday....right?

Well Frankie called, we hung out.  And talked and had supper and talked.

Thursday night's lecture "Food Insecurity: Hunger, the Environment, and Conflict"...., missed.

Wish my luck on getting to Tuft's Braker Lecture Hall by 9:30 am tomorrow's "Bystanders, Perpetrators and survivors: A Global Health Perspective on Sexual Violence".

Why Am I Awake?

Because the guy who lives upstairs decided it would be a good idea to arrange some furniture, lol!

You just know when a noise is wrong.  The wind has howled all night, but I slept right through.  And that could be dangerous with my bed hopping!  The other day someone stumbled on the stairs and I jumped up and started running for the......window?  Then I realized I was in Hull and not Charlestown.  So it was ok that there was a window where the door should be......and that person on the stairs wasn't my Dad.

My bed's made.  My teeth are brushed & face washed.  I'd get a jump on the gym, but I left my sneakers in Charlestown yesterday.  I was there to shovel the "minor" snowfall of 5".  Nothing compared to last Sunday.

So, I guess, I'll get some breakfast and head into Boston to reclaim my sneaks.

I Almost Sweated Them Off, But I Got My Ashes!

I made it to St. Francis with time to spare.  I like the ferry!  But when I left Mass to go down the hill to my parent's house, there was an unpleasant surprise waiting for me.

Let's back up a tiny bit.  I have a friend who spent the storm this past weekend in the hospital.  He asked my Frankie to keep his house shoveled.  No problem!  Frankie was spending the weekend in the room I got for Tommy's trip.  The blizzard cancelled the trip, (I was sooooo bummed) but you can't cancel hotel rooms you "Name Your Own Price" for.

So Monday, Frank went back down to his place and we were all set, right?

Wrong, some plow guy dumped a huge, and really I mean HUGE amount of snow where he had shoveled.  It blocked the storm drain.  It covered the handicap ramp from the sidewalk to the street.  It made me MAD!

So, I got my Dad's shovel and ice pick and rock salt.  I went back up the hill, took off the jacket and got to work.  I flagged a DPW worker who happened to be driving by.  I rarely suffer alone.

So, now it's all set, but a couple of times, I almost wiped my ashes off as I was sweating!

But, then I got a nice surprise.  My Dad made baked, stuffed haddock for lunch and it was delicious.

Later in the Walmart parking lot, some guy stopped me.  "Everywhere I've been today, people have had that." and he gestured at my forehead.  So I explained about Ash Wednesday.  He was grateful for the answer, but not impressed.  Then I explained that this was the point of Mardi Gras.  People partying hard leading up to Ash Wednesday and the forty days of Lent.  "Ahhh!" he got it!

I'm Awake!

In order to be at St. Francis for the 7:30 am Ash Wednesday service.....I'm awake & dressed at 5:30.
I will catch the shuttle up to Pemberton Point & board the 6 am ferry to Boston.  Much faster than going arrrrrround Hingham, Weymouth, Quincy.

I see an early bedtime in my future.

While there, I will pray for God to forgive me all the harsh thoughts I had about Mia Farrow & her ilk talking about the Pope and his retirement.  My thoughts were pretty mean, this may be a lot to ask.

"What Difference Does It Make?"

How stupid is this????

Picture this -

A major building in a major city burns down.  MONTHS later the Fire Marshal says, indignantly, mind you -

 "Was it because of faulty wiring or an arsonist?  What difference, at this point, does it make?"

Would you accept that?  Would it make any sense at all with the next sentence -

"It is our job to figure out what happened and do everything we can to prevent it from ever happening again."

First off, it's contradictory.  The cause doesn't matter, but now we need to "...figure out what happened..."

Well which is it dipshit?  We need to figure it out or it doesn't matter?  Pick one.

If you wouldn't accept it from my fictitious fire Marshal, why would you accept it from the Secretary of State regarding Benghazi.

In typical understatement My Bad Boyfriend said to the SecState "“frankly, the answers that you’ve given this morning are not satisfying to me.”

Yeah.

"We Are Tied To The Ocean"

That's what JFK said in Newport in 1962.  I find it very true as I sit here, next to my open window, the sea roaring beneath.

All of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea -- whether it is to sail or to watch it -- we are going back from whence we came.

John F Kennedy's speech in Newport the America's Cup Races, September 1962

I woke up at no particular time.  That is my favorite time to wake up, lol.  Mass was less crowded and boisterous.  I had a yummy broccoli, cheese, bacon omelet at the Saltwater Diner that I couldn't finish - should have brought backup.  I have a delicious half moon from Weinberg's Bakery and white milk for MIDRATs, new today on blog talk radio.

And for now, I am reading a guilty pleasure, "The Pulse of Allah" by James Knight.  I am a sucker for the post-apocalypse, EMP, end of the WAWKI books.  But tomorrow I will get to Heinlein, since I started a storm on FaceBook about it.

It Was Almost Like It Wasn't Meant To Be...

But I made it to my parent's house.

The bus runs down the main drag once an hour.  So I plan accordingly.

I got up just before ten, so that bus is out.

I was organizing some stuff and lost track of time, so the eleven was out.

I paid attention and was up there early for the noon bus.  There is an awesome pastry shop here, Weinberg's.  I dawdled too long picking out stuff to bring to Charlestown.  I came out just in time to see the bus go right by me.

Again I paid attention to the time and got there early.  And I waited.  And I waited.  Then I checked the schedule.  Every hour.  On the hour.  Except 1 pm.

I caught the two o'clock.  Pastry was a little shook up, but still delish.

Good Job, "Les Miserables"

I am miserable alright.

I hit the gym and ran a few errands.  Guess what was at Stop & Shop??

Mini Eggs!!

Oh yeah.  It almost made up for that interminable movie.  Afterwards I remembered, I didn't like the book either. Should have gotten on the bus right after I got the Mini Eggs.

Going To Mass in Hull

Alternate title: Gee, Maggie is such a snob.

Yeah, yeah I am.

So, I have been sleeping really well here at the new place.  I know it's the ocean.  So I was up and showered and dressed in plenty of time to walk to the local Church.  It has pews on three sides and is more wood than stone.  So it doesn't resemble St. Francis.  I know, not every Church can be St. Francis.

I was born into St. Mary's Parish in Charlestown and all I remember about it was how strongly it smelled of incense.  It was nearly overwhelming. I like that smell and it was too much even for me.  Then when I was four, almost five we moved into St. Franics de Sales Parish.  For the next sixteen years, it was my Church.  It was where I learned how to act in Church.

Then I got married and moved to Beachmont, a section of Revere.  I remember the first time I went to Our Lady of Lourdes at the bottom of the hill.  I was wearing a very conservative royal blue wool dress.  Everyone was in black, I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb!  LOL! And Mass was in Italian.  I filled in the blanks with the Latin I had learned at Pope John..... and it was back to St. Francis.

When I lived in Kingston and my children were young I too a stab at St. Joseph's, but so many things seemed "off".

I just gave up and attended Mass in Charlestown.    It was so much easier.  Plus I just feel so at peace sitting there in my usual pew, eight rows from the front.

But there is no public transportation here in Hull on Sundays.  Well in the winter anyway.  We'll see what happens in the summer.  So, I walked down to the local Church.

First, I know it's picky and I should shut it out,  but once people enter the church, I think they should be quiet.  If you must speak, it should be in hushed tones.  The mood is supposed to be contemplative.  Be courteous to others.

But people were yakking away.

Then during Mass people who were late were marching from the back door on the left, passing the altar on their way to a pew on the right.  Or right up the center and then over to the side.  Now listen there is no one who understands being tardy like yours truly.  But seat yourself at the back unobtrusively.

So I guess I am going to have to switch from Sunday morning Mass to Saturday afternoon vigil.....so I can get to St. Francis.

Piers Morgan

I don't know what's more aggravating - the fact that this twit, Morgan thinks it's ok to talk smack about gun owners rights in a country not his own; or the fact that so many of my fellow citizens don't seem to understand what the 1st Amendment to the Constitution says.

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

Ok, there's the text.  Where does it say that your free speech is free from criticism, rebuttal, or ridicule by actual citizens of this country?  That's right, nowhere.  It says that the GOVERNMENT can't interfere.  But you see, I can carp all I want and so can 100,000 of my fellow citizens on a petition.  Everyone knows that Morgan isn't going to get deported.  Calm down Beevis, the President agrees with him.

The signatories are just following the principle that Dr. Suess laid out in "Horton Hears A Who".  We are coming together with our individual voices to amplify our message.  After all Morgan, who is not an American is criticizing gun owners for exercising their 2nd amendment rights from his CNN bully pulpit.

First off, isn't there shit happening in England that British citizens should clean up before they come poking their noses over here?

Next, anyone who reads this blog knows how tribal and clannish I am.  Sure I may have a problem with my fellow citizens, but if an outsider wants to pick on them, he's going to have to go through me.

Anyone who wants to argue about Piers Morgan's 1st amendment rights being infringed had better look again.  Even if a 100,000,000 sign that stupid petition the 1st amendment wouldn't come into play.  The government isn't stopping Morgan from speaking.  No one is.

No one stopped Morgan from speaking.  He said what he had to say and he continues to do so.  What, pray tell, has happened to him?  Has he been imprisoned?  Has he been physically harmed?  No, he's still wandering around spewing crap.

The 1st Amendment guarantees your right to express your opinion, not the ability to speak it unchallenged.