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Protests at Military Funerals Are Protected Speech, Justices Rule

The Supreme Court ruled on Wednesday that protests and picketing at military funerals are protected by the First Amendment’s free-speech guarantee, taking precedence over the mourners’ right to privacy.

The court decided 8-1 to uphold a lower court decision in favor of members of the Westboro Baptist Church of Topeka, Kan., who frequently stage protests at private military funerals to promote the church’s claim that God is angry at America for its tolerance of homosexuality, with signs bearing messages like “Thank God for Dead Soldiers,” “You’re Going to Hell” and “God Hates the USA.”

The ruling was a defeat for Albert Snyder, the father of a Marine killed in Iraq in 2006, whose funeral at a Catholic church in Westminster, Md., was picketed by the Westboro group.

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These people claim to be Christian, there is nothing Christ like about their conduct. Christ raised the dead, he healed sick people, he RELIEVED suffering. He wept when he saw others grieving their dead loved ones. He healed the servant of a Roman Military Officer. They are more like the Pharisees of whom Jesus said, “You are from your father the Devil.” The Devil delights in death and suffering.

They are also saying that God, who created the world, who made the heavens with all the stars. Millions of powerful angels, one of whom was able to kill 185,000 Assyrians in one night, who rained fire and sulfur on Sodom and Gomorrah needs other country’s soldiers to express his displeasure. Not true.

The most dangerous job

There have been studies done about this and articles written. Right now I can’t remember what any of them said, but in my opinion the most dangerous job in the U.S. is Border Patrol Agent.

According to this article in the Arizona Daily Star, Records show agents fired beanbags in fatal border gunfight. Border agents are instructed to use non-lethal force when confronting illegal aliens with guns.

Border Patrol officials declined to answer questions about protocol for use of force, citing the ongoing investigation.

But Terry’s brother, Kent Terry, said the other agents who were there that night told him that they were instructed to use the non-lethal beanbags first. It’s a policy that doesn’t make sense to Kent Terry.

It doesn’t make sense to me either, if an NYPD officer sees a person pointing a gun at anyone, and the person won’t put the gun down, they are going to get shot. Usually about a billion times (I don’t have a problem with that, if you’re that stupid, kind of like kicking a police dog, if you’re that stupid, you deserve to have your leg bitten off). The article goes on to mention that the bullet removed from the agent is the kind used in AK-47’s. So you have the bad guys, with AK-47, and the good guys are shooting bean bags at them. To me, being a Border Patrol Agent should be listed as THE MOST DANGEROUS JOB.

Since this blog is about my life, I can make this post about anything I want. Pulled an all nighter? Well when I worked nights, I don’t think that is what they are talking about. Watching Bones on Hulu.com?

When I flew out to Washington State because my nephew was seriously ill, I think I was up for hours, I went from work straight to the airport, the flight out of Buffalo was delay, thunderstorms in Chicago. Where I was changing planes, then we almost didn’t make it to Chicago. My flight out of Chicago was delayed also, I don’t remember how many hours. Then straight from the airport in Seattle to the hospital. I don’t remember if I had a place to sleep or if I had to sleep on the floor.

I’m not sure if that is the longest I have been without sleep, but it certainly felt like it.

Nervous

Since the carbon monoxide incident in our office, people are really nervous.

The other day management announced they were testing the fire alarm system because the fire marshal was there. The first time the alarm went off, my boss comes out of his office, almost at a run.

Today I went to the reception area to get the overnight mail, there were a bunch of men in hard hats and safety vest crowded around the elevator. I’m sure my heartbeat went up at least 20 beats per minute.

Someday the sight of safety vests won’t upset me like that. I keep telling myself that.

I’m Posting every day in 2011!

So I guess this makes it official, the following is a sample post that WordPress provides for you to sign up with the post a day.

I’ve decided I want to blog more. Rather than just thinking about doing it, I’m starting right now. I will be posting on this blog once a day for all of 2011.

I know it won’t be easy, but it might be fun, inspiring, awesome and wonderful. Therefore I’m promising to make use of The DailyPost, and the community of other bloggers with similiar goals, to help me along the way, including asking for help when I need it and encouraging others when I can.

If you already read my blog, I hope you’ll encourage me with comments and likes, and good will along the way.

Signed,

If you go to the DailyPost, there is a question, I don’t know if you are supposed to use that as an idea for your own blog post or if they just want you to comment and answer.

However, they provide you with a nifty badge, scroll down and you can see mine (I just got the right one in, I had the Postaweek one on there and my posts with now be tagged with “postaday2011”. Now that is it official, the pressure is on!

Good-bye February

This is how the month ends, with me scrambling to get one last post in before midnight. And you know what? I made it. I’m just going to post some random thoughts. Some may be disturbing.

Lawyer: California pair admit kidnapping Jaycee Dugard for 18 years You have probably heard about this case, if you haven’t (like perhaps you have been living under a rock) a brief recap. When Jaycee Dugard was 11 years old she was snatched from the street in front of her home in South Lake Tahoe, California. Authorities say the Garridos held Dugard in a hidden compound behind their home for 18 years. This Lawyer, who is the lawyer for the the wife not the husband, says they have made full confessions to this crime, but at this time have not offered any pleas. Of the woman the lawyer says: that it is “a classic example of really lousy taste in men,”. UGGG, I hate lawyers.

Most of the time I am a little excited and nervous and anxious for my move. Other days, I just can’t wait to get out of this house! Today was one of those days.

My VACW is leaving. He got a job offer in Montana. I am devastated (now where is that sarcasm font?) So now I can talk about him. Natter Natter Natter. I don’t thing I could have taken another year of him coming over every day for the game score and then listening to him tell me how much the Yankees suck this year. I would have committed a felony (as in I would have fucking killed him).

They should be in good working order, not like the ones I am dealing with now.

However I did come to work. I almost tweeted if anyone knew if tea was good for depressurizing sinuses. Instead I just made some and went in my drawer for some Aleve, because I also have a backache. I found some Zyrtec® and for a moment was happy, then realized it was antihistamine only. Then I found a pack of Flare™ gum. That’ll help! Maybe not. I’ll just have a happy mouth.

Nothing you would really notice though, I just made a few little changes to my widgets. I now can see how many posts I have made in a month and I am only 3 post behind for February. That is one of the reasons I decided to pop on here and make another entry.

Now comes the really tough part of the year, when I’m trying to blog here and blog on my Yankee blog. I also need to keep up with my book review blog. Its going to take some juggling and some discipline, and less time on twitter I think. I also think I can do it.

Since I switched to WordPress I haven’t been blogging much, although I have been around. I have been going through old posts and cleaning them up. I noticed that the titles and first space in the post now had a > and I have been going through posts and taking it out. I had no idea how long that would take with 1,200 posts. I was working on it for two solid days and still had over a thousand posts to go.

So then I started just redoing the ones with pictures, cause the importing caused the pictures to get a little whacked out. Not formatted right and in some cases not there, I had to find them on my passport and reinsert them. Even doing that I still am only to August 2008.

Something else I am doing is moving my poems to my craft blog and my reviews to my review blog. The poem posts are being deleted but the review posts normally have more in them then just the review, so now I have duplicate review posts. I sometimes wonder why I am going to all this trouble when most people are not going to be reading the old posts (except for my freaky stalker person). The answer of course if because I have a compulsion, my posts have to look the way I want them to. That is all.

Another thing I was reminded of when I was reading my old posts was why I started this blog. I wanted a place to talk about my weight watchers progress. I was online and the message boards can be, well, kind of snarky. Here on my blog, if someone said something I didn’t like, I could just delete it. Anyway, I am going to start that again. This weigh-in I was 139 pounds. That is up 3 from my last weigh-in. I haven’t been tracking my food, I haven’t been exercising and I haven’t been drinking my water. So, time to buckle down and lose the weight.

Mark Twain is turning over in his grave

In a world where a reality star is calling herself a novelist, when I believe she didn’t even write most of it herself, someone has the unmitigated gall to think they can change Mark Twain’s work.

Have you heard this? Someone decided the Huckleberry Finn would be better off without the N-word in it.

Now I am not saying it is socially acceptable to use that word, I don’t go around saying it, but we are talking about a classic piece of literature. We are also talking about the loss of a great teaching point. How are we to teach our children not to be racist when we can no longer show them what racist is?

Excuse me while I hide under my covers. Whatever comes next is not going to be good.