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Underage pregnant girls? There were two, of the 52, and one of those turned out to be 18. I wonder how that compares with any federally subsidized housing project, trailer park, or average high school, anywhere in America. It's already obvious CPS has not been honest with the public about any of this. Now, what were they supposed to do? Not support a religious vendetta. Not kidnap 468 children, and farm them out all over the state, not even keeping the children from the same families together. This was a well planned attack. It was not about a phone call, or an imaginary 16-year-old. Stand up for the constitution, and don't make excuses about the thugary CPS thought they could get away with. Waco? I'm certain I know way more than you'll ever know.

This was, and still is, Big Brother at its worst. Violation of first, third, and fourth amendment rights, all justified because of a fake phone call from a 32-year-old woman in Colorado, pretending to be a 16-year-old girl trapped in a forced marraige, to a man, as it turns out, who had not set foot in Texas in over 20 years. I sure hope heads roll on this. Amazingly, a child protective services official, Marleigh Meisner, who oversaw these kidnappings, was also involved in the disastrous rush to judgment at David Koresh's Waco compound in 1993. And the statements by the officials in charge of this. When CPS starts issuing press releases, instead of talking to the lawyers, that should raise a red flag to even a blind man. Turns out, there was no ritual sex bed, there were not 31 underage pregnant girls. All lies, to us through the media, and disgarceful idiots like Nancy Grace. Now, I'm not banging the media on this, because we would not know what we do now, if there were not some reporters diligent enough to bring these facts out. I'm ashamed of the State of Texas. But at the same time I'm proud of these three Texas judges. This story is far from over. Bureacrats don't like to go away all that easily. You know, this country rounded up American citizens of Japanese desent, after Pearl Harbor, because of fear. And we know now, that was wrong. I think this too, was also particially about fear. Fear of people who are different, people who are secretive, people who, you know, aren't from around these parts. A famous quote: "First they came for the Communists, but I was not a Communist so I did not speak out. Then they came for the Socialists and the Trade Unionists, but I was neither, so I did not speak out. Then they came for the Jews, but I was not a Jew so I did not speak out. And when they came for me, there was no one left to speak out for me." - by Rev. Martin Niemoller, 1945

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Just found out here in Texas, it now costs five dollars to walk into a topless joint. The nightclub gets none of that. The state also knows exactly who's in there because the club has to scan your state ID and somehow monitor the headcount. It's called a Sin Tax. So Texas is now in the titty bar business. That is, when they are not raiding non-mainstreem religious communities. Sleezy bureaucrats!!

First concert, the "Guess Who" about 1972. Many awesome concerts to remember. All time favorite that comes to mind was "Sprinsteen" in Rochester about 1979. Had just got off work as a lifeguard at the downtown Holiday Inn and didn't have the money to get in. So hung around outside to see if I could hear any of it. A security guard let me in, probablty because he figured it was about to be over. The Boss played for another two hours.

I'd probably still have to root for them anyway. Will always be a Bills fan. Maybe we should ask Baltimore fans what they did. Or maybe ask Houston fans how they feel. My Ex brother in law was in Peru for a year. It was the year a lot of that moving happened. The Rams moving to St Louis, the Browns to Baltimore and all. It was before internet was everywhere, so he really had been out of touch. About blew his mind. That's when I told him the Beatles had a new album.

Oh no. That's too funny. I never heard about that. What school? That's the year I graduated.

Great leader, very good player. It will always bother me that he got his ass kicked by a couple of muggers in Central Park.

Oh yeah! And so true. Spent a lot of time there myself. A great bar if you ever get to the Dallas area is Dukes in Addison.

I still sometimes lurk here. Just contemplating some things. Got an e-mail today from an old high school friend about the passing of another, one of my earliest and best friends. I didn't even know he was sick. I'm told he had been living life to its fullest, even while dealing with various treatments for over a year. He was admitted to the hospital for less than a week, in the final stages of liver and pancreatic cancer. Just realized I probably hadn't communicated with Doug in five years or so. It always seemed to me like I was the one always making the most effort to stay in touch anyway. One time while I was living in Florida, he and Nancy let me know they would be in Boco Ratan. But I couldn't swing the trip from Orlando because of work probably. He was a busy attorney and part owner of the AAA baseball team in Syracuse N.Y., and I was busy with my career and raising a family in Florida or Texas. And most recently with my separation, divorce, financial challenges, and legal crap that has come with the whole mess. Doug was a lawyer. Why didn't I call him? Embarrassment probably. We did go to a Rochester Red Wings game together the last time I was up there. When we would visit, it seemed like no time had elapsed. We met as sixth graders. We'd catch frogs, ride our bikes to the sandlot to play baseball. There were no adults supervising back then. We settled our arguments the old fashioned way. I remember he had an egg route, like some kids have a paper route. And he was allegic to eggs. Always thought that was weird. One of the guys in the neighborhood had the only swimming pool around. We'd show up in our bathing suits and ask him what he wanted to do. Later basketball became our passsion. Then girls. One time he decided to park his car and make out with some chick in my driveway. Somehow she managed to lean on the horn and woke us all up. I think my folks just figured it was someone playing a prank. He later told me it scared him to death. Doug was always the good kid, you know, as far as anyone knew. We got drunk together more than once. He went to Hamilton College and then U.of B. for law school. I would go visit him. One time we went to Grossingers together for a communications seminar event during our college days. We were going from different schools, but drove together in Doug's Ford Mavrick. I think I've only realized again quite recently how important it is to have true friends. We're born alone, die alone, and it's only friends, family, and love that help us believe we are not alone. And a belief in God. Doug would have been 50 on June 28th. How in the world is it I can remember what his birthday was?

In fact, MOVE ON dot ORG took out two full pages in the local Waco Tribune Herald with quotes from people all over the country supporting her, which would have had to take a little bit of time to assemble, or was already ready to go. This thing is just another choreographed political stunt

about divorce. texas style. been marriede 20 years. it's over because of money. !@#$s need not respond. show an iota of class and just gloat quietly, please.