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      <title>The Birth of American Taliban &#8211;Is praying for death of the sitting President crossing a line?</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;I know this isn't news to some of you.&amp;nbsp; I planned on staying silent on this subject, but today, I learned that Caf&amp;eacute; Press decided to reinstate all the merchandise that quotes Psalm 109 under the heading of Pray for Obama.&amp;nbsp; Of course, in a somewhat sneaky manner it only quotes one verse, 109:8, which, in and of itself, does not call for the President's death, but the context of the Psalm it is taken from leave little room for interpretation of the intent of that message.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;pray for Obama-tshirt&quot; src=&quot;http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/9/5/4/4/4/ar125900161944459.jpg&quot; height=&quot;480&quot; alt=&quot;pray for Obama-tshirt&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here are some more verses from Psalm 109 (as taken from the KJB.&amp;nbsp; Pay close attention to the verses immediately following 109:8, the one quoted on t-shirts and bumper stickers, and see what interpretation you can come up with of the message.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;S109&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Cry for Vengeance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Hold not thy peace, O God of my praise;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;for the mouth of the wicked and the mouth of the deceitful are opened against me:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;they have spoken against me with a lying tongue.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;They compassed me about also with words of hatred;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;and fought against me without a cause.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;For my love they are my adversaries:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;but I &lt;em&gt;give myself unto&lt;/em&gt; prayer.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;And they have rewarded me evil for good,&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;and hatred for my love.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Set thou a wicked man over him:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;and let Satan stand at his right hand.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;When he shall be judged, let him be condemned:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;and let his prayer become sin.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;8&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let his days be few;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; let another take his office. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bartleby.com/108/44/1.html#20&quot;&gt;Acts 1.20&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;9&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Let his children be fatherless,&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;and his wife a widow.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;10&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Let his children be continually vagabonds, and beg:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;let them seek &lt;em&gt;their bread&lt;/em&gt; also out of their desolate places.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;11&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Let the extortioner catch all that he hath;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;and let the strangers spoil his labor.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;12&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;12&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Let there be none to extend mercy unto him:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;neither let there be any to favor his fatherless children.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;13&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Let his posterity be cut off;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; in the generation following let their name be blotted out.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Let the iniquity of his fathers be remembered with the LORD;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;and let not the sin of his mother be blotted out.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Let them be before the LORD continually,&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;that he may cut off the memory of them from the earth.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Zazzle stated that they will, indeed, remove all merchandise with this Psalm in reference to our president on it, and seem to have stuck to their guns on that, whereas Caf&amp;eacute; Press reneged on their promise &amp;nbsp;to remove said merchandise citing public discourse on the subject, that makes the message on this merchandise fair criticism... They are now reinstating the Pray for Obama items on their store.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am a huge proponent of Free Speech and all that, but at what point do we cross the Line?&amp;nbsp; At what point should we be scrutinized as if we actually pose a threat to our President's security and that of his family?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And just at what point will those among us who believe in God, and take their faith seriously, speak up against tactics such as these?&amp;nbsp; Because if the religious leadership in this country does not condemn the use of their Religion and Bible to inspire physical destruction of a sitting president, then they acquiesce to the wishes of the very extreme, and are no better than the moderates among Muslims who are &amp;nbsp;all too silent on the subject of using Koran as a weapon.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If they keep silent, then they are, indeed, enabling the American Theocracy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 12:43:49 -0600</pubDate>
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      <title>A Petition to AR - In the Hopes That Common Decency Prevails...</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;I have seen all kinds of posts on AR that made the hair on the back of my neck stand; heck, I have probably written some that had the same effect on others.&amp;nbsp; This morning, though, I woke up to the most shameful display of indecency.&amp;nbsp; The post in question has thankfully been removed in short order - but the impact remains.&amp;nbsp; It was a petition to have two members of Active Rain removed from this network, ostensibly, in the quest for civility.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some of you have seen it.&amp;nbsp; Some of you have even signed it.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Few things surprise me on here anymore, but I must say I found it strange that some of the signers of this petition were the same people who rallied behind the only member I am&amp;nbsp;aware of who's account on AR was terminated by the staff.&amp;nbsp; Same people screaming &lt;strong&gt;&amp;lsquo;freedom of speech' &lt;/strong&gt;every time they believe their voices are being silenced.&amp;nbsp; Some of these folks, while we always disagreed, I even respected, until now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;That includes the author of the post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Call me old-fashioned, but I have this fundamental belief that &lt;strong&gt;there can be no civility without decency&lt;/strong&gt;; I believe also that when one gets the hang of their very first TV remote or car radio, they learn to change the channel, should programming disagree with their preferences.&amp;nbsp; Few of us would pick up the phone and scream bloody murder at the movie director for having disliked it.&amp;nbsp; Fewer still would try to get the director or the actors fired for it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So here we are, supposedly &lt;strong&gt;all adult enough to drive, drink and BLOG&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; For some of us, this network brought business. For others, &lt;strong&gt;we are a few friends richer for having joined&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; A few real or virtual friends who get us is no small feat either.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But I think it's safe to assume that those of us who contribute content to AR on a regular basis have &lt;strong&gt;invested quite a bit of time&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;energy and talent&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It's safe to assume that we have established an &lt;strong&gt;emotional connection&lt;/strong&gt; to people in the groups we post to.&amp;nbsp; It's probably safe to assume that &lt;strong&gt;we all CARE if we stay or go&lt;/strong&gt;, for our own reasons.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here is my little petition to AR&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; let us assume that we are, indeed, adults, and &lt;strong&gt;do not reward&lt;/strong&gt; those who click the &quot;FLAG&quot; button at the slightest provocation or incite the community to have members they dislike banished.&amp;nbsp; Let's all learn &lt;strong&gt;to just change the channel&lt;/strong&gt;, if we object to a specific poster's personality or opinion.&amp;nbsp; Last I checked, no one is holding a proverbial gun to any of our craniums and forcing us to read that which offends us.&amp;nbsp; And for those who are easily offended, &lt;strong&gt;grow thicker skin&lt;/strong&gt; or talk about puppies.&amp;nbsp; Anything else will inevitably give you heartburn, and make those of us who take the whole &lt;strong&gt;freedom of expression thing rather seriously&lt;/strong&gt; not want to engage in conversation with you on any topic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lastly, while I agree that &lt;strong&gt;personal insults of any kind have no place on this platform,&lt;/strong&gt; or any other for that matter, I, for one, would hate to see our ability to speak freely on subjects that we are passionate about stifled.&amp;nbsp; I have seen quite a few posters here &lt;strong&gt;proclaim that as a right&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Most rights come with responsibilities.&amp;nbsp; So by all means, delete comments that offend you, &lt;strong&gt;voice your dissent&lt;/strong&gt;, if you so choose, but grow up some.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;What you believe is your right to free expression is the same right by which any one of us can disagree with you&lt;/strong&gt;, and it has to remain that way.&amp;nbsp; Tolerance for opinions that are contrary to your own is the gold in freedom of expression's currency.&amp;nbsp; It is also &lt;strong&gt;a fundamental mark of honor and decency.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Let's all do the honorable thing and &lt;strong&gt;lay off the &amp;lsquo;flags'&lt;/strong&gt;, because at the end of the day, on the receiving end of you clicking that button is &lt;strong&gt;a human being you probably don't know&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Because one day that human being can be you... And lastly, because it makes you a vindictive bully in the eyes of those who matter - your peers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 13:23:40 -0600</pubDate>
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      <title>I retract - We HAVE THE BEST healthcare in the WORLD! No need to vote!</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was a time I complained publically&lt;/strong&gt; about the dire state of our healthcare. I didn't buy into the right wing arguments that the US had the BEST healthcare in the world; after all, there were all these numbers coming out that kept contradicting those statements, like our &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/sickaroundtheworld/etc/graphs.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;infant mortality rate, and life-expectancy rate&lt;/a&gt; when compared to other nations. But I must retract. I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We MUST have the best Healthcare in the world,&lt;/strong&gt; if only because WE are paying &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.kff.org/insurance/snapshot/chcm010307oth.cfm&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;twice as much for it as Norway, France, the UK, Canada, et al.&lt;/a&gt; Of course, in those countries, every person is, indeed, covered by the government, and we all know that governments are corrupt, inefficient, and, at times, downright evil. We, the greatest nation in the world, rely on the inherent goodness of Private Insurance Companies. Profit-driven, they know that what's best for us is to shut the hell up, and be glad that we live in a free country, where they are free to grant us the safety of insurance or not, and where we are free to pay our own damned medical bills if we are un-insurable. If they had to take on additional risk of insuring those who might actually require care, we are good enough capitalists to realize that our premiums would have to be raised, cause the stocks have to keep climbing; cause the profit margins only travel in one direction, and that's up, and god knows patriotic Americans will not begrudge insurance giants their hefty profits - they earned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They earn it every time they say &amp;lsquo;no'&lt;/strong&gt; to a claim to a paying customer, and can't be sued for it. They earn it by instituting internal policies that reward denials of claims, no matter their validity in the hopes that the customer gives up, or dies. They earn it by being good enough at what they do to recognize that Obesity can strike one as young as four-months-old, and it's simply a great business decision to deny the fat baby coverage, for years to come. Mama should starve the bastard, so he loses a few ungainly pounds, no matter that his pediatrician considers him healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They earn it when they understand that acne&lt;/strong&gt; in teens is a sign of cancer in the future, and why the hell would I want to pay for some broad who couldn't keep her face clean, while ridden with all those hormones. Or for the idiot woman who stays in an abusive relationship and gets beat up, but is too stupid to keep it to herself, and still wants to get medical insurance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd say fuck &amp;lsquo;em&lt;/strong&gt;. Forget reform. It boils down to our priorities, and being good capitalists that we are, there is only ONE that matters: keeping our Insurance Companies Making healthy profits in perpetuity. They are the modern day heroes of our economy, and we must keep them happy, healthy and swimming in dough. So I don't mind paying $7,900 a year one way or the other to keep them in business, and still not have any coverage. I am a patriot.&lt;br /&gt;If only I had the confidence of some that there was a God to take care of me, should I get sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, by all means, vote&amp;nbsp;NO&lt;/strong&gt; on the bloody idiotic bill in front of you, dear elected officials. Because for as long as &lt;strong&gt;Anyone's&lt;/strong&gt; health is going to hinge on the good graces of private insurance, we, the people, will be no better of than before, only some of us might end up in jail for failing to pay our premiums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of course, there is that silver lining of government provided healthcare while incarcerated...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Published on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.CoffeeDrinkersUnite.com&quot;&gt;www.CoffeeDrinkersUnite.com&lt;/a&gt; - a social network for the progressive types.&amp;nbsp; If you have something to say and Huff Post won't print it - say it on coffeedrinkers :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 12:30:43 -0500</pubDate>
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      <title>Reflections of a Coffee-drinking Narcissist - Do You Look Good Naked?</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;It appears that I owe quite a few people on AR an apology...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What started out as my seemingly innocuous idea with creating the coffee drinkers network for like-minded folks has resulted in quite a few hurtful jabs thrown in all directions, secret and not-so-secret groups and chats popping up where one is free to throw stones, etc.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now, I say &quot;seemingly innocuous&quot; when it comes to the intent behind my site because there is probably no such thing as absolutely pure intentions, for one.&amp;nbsp; For another, truth be told, I thought it would be&amp;nbsp;rather fun to laugh at some of the more asinine comments and outbursts by the right-wingers, the tea-drinkers, the birthers et al.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Only, none of it was supposed to be directed at specific people, but rather the sentiments voiced.&amp;nbsp; Nonetheless, personal it turned and spawned ugly offspring on both sides of the political divide, just as angry and hurtful, just as driven by the mob of majority-bully-like thirst for blood.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;With all this being said, I am sorry for initiating that which serves no purpose and ultimately makes all of us look and feel like jackasses, or at least, it should...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was lucky these last few weeks to not have had access to the Internet, so I was forced to take a break from it all. &amp;nbsp;I learned that there are very, very few of you whose words I found myself missing, and fewer still whom I consider my friends, and with whom I'd want to share a non-virtual cup o'joe.&amp;nbsp; None of it is predicated on your politics, or mine.&amp;nbsp; It's simply a feeling of connecting, of knowing you in some way, of being able to read between the lines you share on these pages.&amp;nbsp; These connections, albeit few, are what makes the whole experience of vomiting words into the virtual universe worthwhile...&amp;nbsp; That's it, for me, in a nutshell.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Every once in a while I, too, get caught up in mad Diaghilev's greatest sin - that craving for &quot;not universal love, but to be loved alone...&quot;&amp;nbsp; I suck up your praises or revel in your frustrations at certain arguments.&amp;nbsp; But, at the end of the day, the only thing I can know with any degree of certainty is that none of us have a moral superiority over our fellow men....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There is something to be said for the doctrine of individualism, and it has nothing to do with economic models: one has to only be true to the innermost impulses of one's soul to be worthy of the free will we've all being endowed with.&amp;nbsp; One, in the end, is utterly alone, and when every hurtful word gleefully thrown at someone else stares you in the mirror - it'll darken in silence to you alone.&amp;nbsp; There are no cheerleaders in our hearts, nor bullies.&amp;nbsp; Would we be as brave and callous without the benefit of distance and anonymity of zeros and ones?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To bring this back to the original point of this post - I am sorry to everyone, no matter what side, for being the catalyst for this incessant river of vitriol.&amp;nbsp; I am sorry, too, that so many people found joy in petty insults, in stealthy attacks, in schoolyard-style bullying.&amp;nbsp; I am sorry that I've lost respect for some of you through it all.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My only wish, at this point, is that we can nurse our wounds with some dignity, and if any shots must be fired, we do not aim at the backs of those we disagree with, present company included...&amp;nbsp; That's the least any of us who believe in basic decency can muster.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thank you for listening.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 17:25:32 -0500</pubDate>
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      <title>Humana Gag Orders...</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;So here we are, trying our best to battle out the health care debate with the crazies, arguing with downright laughable insinuations (death panels, school-based-abortions, communist takeover), and the administration, instead of dissecting the bill for the moderate dems to assuage their fears - are gagging insurance companies' ability to speak to their clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether or not what's in the Humana mailer is full of inaccuracies. I do not know whether or not Medicare Advantage will, indeed, be cut in its entirety, or what if any other options seniors who currently use it will be offered. It's immaterial to this conversation. I would like to know why the people that are supposed to be doing their best right now to PASS a health care bill are shooting themselves in the foot over and over again. I would like to know who, in their infinite wisdom, decided that it would be better to tell Humana to shut up than to address the points they brought up in the letter. After all, doesn't the FED have those same lists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Originally published by me at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.coffeedrinkersunite.com&quot;&gt;www.coffeedrinkersunite.com&lt;/a&gt; - a social network for the progressive types.&amp;nbsp; Click to join.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 08:00:50 -0500</pubDate>
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      <title>Sunday Night Music for the Soul-less decade...</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;Tracy Chapman, who's written so little and said so much...to me, one of the more honest tributes to Dylan, whose inability to not be so drunk all the time made him lose some luster.&#160; Tonight - that's what I am litstening to; her singing Bob Dylan in some small intimate cafe, probably on the West Coast, probably to a crowd of liberals who wish they could still smoke in places like that... To a bunch of liberals who know their history viscerally.&#160; There is no anger here, but there is soul.:-)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&#160;&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 22:40:32 -0500</pubDate>
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      <title>Baucus Bill - a bunch of Useless concessions to the repubs, who DON'T give a shit...</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So the long awaited Baucus Bill&lt;/strong&gt; is out there. Spineless bit of 'trying to appease' the repubs, find common ground and all that garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it offensive that the bill expects to FINE people for not puchasing health insurance, but the only option for us to have insurance is to hand our money to the &lt;strong&gt;POS's at the helm of United, Blue Cross et al.&lt;/strong&gt; The schmucks who would kill a person for a 10-cent increase in their freakng stock portfolios. The schmucks who believe &lt;a href=&quot;http://coffeedrinkersunite.com/forum/topics/this-is-just-sick-no-pun&quot; title=&quot;discussion on the subject&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;'being a victim of domestic violence is a pre-existing condition&lt;/a&gt;&quot;, the assholes who will not treat your cancer because you've had acne....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, Baucus and the rest of you spineless dems out there for this yet another insult to the people who voted you in office, the people who rallied behind the new administration like they've never rallied before. Take you bill and your insurance exchanges/coops/pools or whatever the hell you want to call them, you know, the middle man funnelling more of our money to the insurance monopolies, and stick it up your collective asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there one of you out there, in that fab gang who isn't in it for re-election, ego, being liked, but to do the right thing? &lt;strong&gt;Because you all know that MANDATORY health insurance coverage without a PUBLIC OPTION is unconscionable&lt;/strong&gt;. You've always known that. But you are weak, and scared, and therefore, useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the other side has their convictions, that don't change as the wind blows, only with each new Beck segment. At least they have balls.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Originally published by me at: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.coffeedrinkersunite.com&quot;&gt;www.coffeedrinkersunite.com&lt;/a&gt; - a social network for free-thinking progreesive types.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 12:20:00 -0500</pubDate>
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      <title>US - Proudly serving Constitutionally mandated health care since 2005!</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is a noteworthy excerpt from the constitution we helped enact:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&quot;&lt;strong&gt;Article 30:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First:&lt;/strong&gt; The State shall guarantee to the individual and the family - especially&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;children and women - &lt;strong&gt;social and health security&lt;/strong&gt;, the basic requirements for living&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;a free and decent life, and shall secure for them suitable income and appropriate&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;housing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second:&lt;/strong&gt; The State shall guarantee social and health security to Iraqis in cases of&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;old age, sickness, employment disability, homelessness, orphanhood, or&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;unemployment, shall work to protect them from ignorance, fear and poverty, and&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;shall provide them housing and special programs of care and rehabilitation, and&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;this shall be regulated by law.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Article 31:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every citizen has the right to health care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt;. The State shall maintain public&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;health and provide the means of prevention and treatment by building different&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;types of hospitals and health institutions.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Individuals and entities have the right to build hospitals, clinics, or&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;private health care centers under the supervision of the State, and this shall be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;regulated by law.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Source:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.uniraq.org/documents/iraqi_constitution.pdf&quot;&gt;http://www.uniraq.org/documents/iraqi_constitution.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Article 32:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The State shall care for the handicapped and those with special needs, and shall ensure&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;their rehabilitation in order to reintegrate them into society, and this shall be regulated by&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;law.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Article 33:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First:&lt;/strong&gt; Every individual has the right to live in safe environmental conditions.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second: &lt;/strong&gt;The State shall undertake the protection and preservation of the&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;environment and its biological diversity.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Article 34:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First:&lt;/strong&gt; Education is a fundamental factor for the progress of society and is a right&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;guaranteed by the state. Primary education is mandatory and the state guarantees&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;that it shall combat illiteracy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Free education in all its stages is a right for all Iraqis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.uniraq.org/documents/iraqi_constitution.pdf&quot;&gt;http://www.uniraq.org/documents/iraqi_constitution.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So I am reading this article and thinking to myself:&amp;nbsp; we invaded a sovereign nation under the auspices of protecting ourselves from terrorism, which later turned into the rallying cry for bringing Democracy to less fortunate nations.&amp;nbsp; It will have cost us trillions of dollars, by the time the interest on our debt is calculated into the equation.&amp;nbsp; It made us look like total asses to the international community.&amp;nbsp; It cost us lives of our military.&amp;nbsp; It cost the Iraqis hundreds of thousands of lives of their citizens.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we are patting ourselves on the back for the peaceful and democratic nation 'we enabled'.&amp;nbsp; I'd like to know why the previous administration and all the republicans who supported the invasion, the war, and inevitably the newly drafted Constitution of Iraq had NO PROBLEM promising &lt;strong&gt;UNIVERSAL HEALTHCARE&lt;/strong&gt; to Iraqi citizens.&amp;nbsp; Why not one person cried foul.&amp;nbsp; Why NO ONE accused us of &lt;strong&gt;IMPOSING SOCIALISM&lt;/strong&gt; on an innocent nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my obstructionist friends on the Right - please explain to me why we thought Iraqis were worthy of the government taking care of their health care and education needs, much like it's done in most civilized EUROPEAN countries you abhor so much - but here, in the US, it's OK for people to die from lack of treatment?&amp;nbsp; &lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The callous disregard for humanity is becoming the one true, unchanging trademark of the new&amp;nbsp;GOP.&amp;nbsp; The cynical disdain for have-nots; the calculating equations of poor to lazy. &lt;strong&gt;The cold-hearted&lt;/strong&gt; compassion-less worship of the flag and chest pounding brand of screaming patriotism will not hide the true nature of those who supported the war and oppose healthcare reform, those who supported the top bracket tax cuts and oppose health reform, because it cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progressives, too, are waking up from their slumber.&amp;nbsp; They, too, feel the need to protect this country and its ideals.&amp;nbsp; The&amp;nbsp;difference is that they understand &lt;strong&gt;what those ideals actually are.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 17:12:50 -0500</pubDate>
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      <title>If you masturbate - you'll go blind... How is that for Indoctrination...?</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;If you don't do your homework&lt;/strong&gt;, the nails will go an inch deeper into the flesh of Jesus Christ&quot;, - such was the opening line of my first philosophy lecture in college.&amp;nbsp; Frank Ferrell was supposed to become a preacher or a minister, and was, as he put it, indoctrinated his entire childhood.&amp;nbsp; When he did masturbate and did not go blind as a result - he turned to reason, logic and philosophy as a way of understanding the world around him.&amp;nbsp; Of course, this was before the days of FOX news as republican propaganda machine; it was also before blogging and tweeting anything and everything that came to us via the &lt;strong&gt;news-that-dares-not-be-news&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The reason he always&lt;/strong&gt; opened his first lecture with that story was precisely so that we, the students of that exceedingly liberal institution of learning, questioned everything.&amp;nbsp; The point of learning was never about the answers, but the ABILITY TO ASK QUESTIONS, only truly stupid questions did not count.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glenn Beck and Rush Limbaugh&lt;/strong&gt; and the rest of the right wing broadcasters are not interested in their audience' asking questions - they are giving you the answers.&amp;nbsp; All of them.&amp;nbsp; And the answers are so black and white that you can't possibly not feel &lt;strong&gt;grand&lt;/strong&gt; about being on the right side of the political spectrum.&amp;nbsp; The alternative is just too scary.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of course, it's never&lt;/strong&gt; about the details of any bill, or an address to school children, as in the case of impending indoctrination speech on September 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It is always about a greater, more sinister, more evil plan - a plan to destroy something we all love and cherish...our country.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So little Janes and Johnnies&lt;/strong&gt; everywhere will go to school and be told by the dude in the White House something or other about education.&amp;nbsp; They will be asked to set some goals, and stick to those.&amp;nbsp; They may also be asked or told something or rather of civic duty - but it won't be veiled in the bloody flag of War on Terror, hence, it will be less than patriotic, in and of itself.&amp;nbsp; Of course the oh so famous &quot;Ask not what your country can do for you...&quot; sentiment was not indoctrination in the least - it was patriotism, pure and simple.&amp;nbsp; And we all know that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the current administration does can be either &lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PURE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIMPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By all means&lt;/strong&gt;, keep your children far away from schools on September 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Save them from impending brainwashing on all things communist.&amp;nbsp; Save them from listening to &lt;strong&gt;their&lt;/strong&gt; President, because God forbid they ...gulp...find him an inspirational figure.&amp;nbsp; God forbid they like what he says - because then you are screwed.&amp;nbsp; You lose the control of your kids.&amp;nbsp; Because some day they will learn that they &lt;strong&gt;WILL not go blind&lt;/strong&gt; from masturbation, they will learn that ALL MEN WERE CREATED EQUAL, and God just might be a wee bit wiser than one involved solely in doling out punishments.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This latest bit&lt;/strong&gt; of embarrassing obstructionism and fear mongering spawned by the very same pundits that make a killing solely on Propaganda and Indoctrination is yet another testament that people acting out of fear are, indeed, dangerous.&amp;nbsp; So if you were looking for parallels to Hitler's Youth - it's your kids, not mine, that are being raised to take up arms and fight great evil, no matter how imaginary. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Your kids, growing up scared of they know not what:&amp;nbsp; &quot;Children afraid of the dark, who have never been happy or good&quot; - the new generation of fear mongering and scared foot soldiers for those with the mightiest wallets and smallest balls.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cry, the beloved country, for you have spawned that which you abhor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 14:44:50 -0500</pubDate>
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      <title>Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness, unless the electorate is STUPID.</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;Stupidity is a sin.&amp;nbsp; Yep, I firmly believe that in a Democracy, stupidity is dangerous, and the one thing that our brilliant forefathers did not foresee to the fullest extent.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am not a member of MENSA, and only hold a lowly BA, so please, spare me the elitist labels.&amp;nbsp; But I do my OWN research.&amp;nbsp; I watch Jon Stewart as occasion will allow, but do not take what he says as fact - but as entertainment, that at times, presents factual info, in addition to making me laugh. But this isn't about me, it's about what appears to be a huge shift in what we, as a nation, as a people, find acceptable.&amp;nbsp; It's about the need everyone in power nowadays feels to cater to the &quot;average American&quot;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don't like &quot;average&quot; in anything.&amp;nbsp; I spent my whole life admiring those who were NOT average, whether through talent or will.&amp;nbsp; I don't ever recall aspiring to score a &quot;C&quot; or to not win a game.&amp;nbsp; Since when has it become for us not only ok to aspire to averageness, but to celebrate it?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If Joe-The-Lying-Sack-of-Shit-Plumber is the one who can sway opinions of the politicians who are supposed to represent me, than I am not game.&amp;nbsp; I don't want my life and that of my kids to depend in any way on the opinions and bullying tactics of those who scream the loudest, those who carry the scariest sounding posters to the Town Halls, those who on the best of days cannot string two freaking words together to save their souls (yep, that's Sarah Palin for those who care).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I can put all kinds of trust in a democracy in which I have the ability to make some sort of an impact on my own life, but not the one that is overrun by the mob with combined IQ of a toddler, and not one comprised of people too LAZY to read anything that's longer than a Glenn Beck segment.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So yeah, I want my country back... The one where VOTERS are supposed to be FREE THINKING, i.e. able and willing to think for themselves, able and willing to do their own research, able and willing to engage in debate on matters that affect us all.&amp;nbsp; I want my country back.&amp;nbsp; This is not nor has it ever been an &amp;lsquo;average country'.&amp;nbsp; Why are we allowing it to turn into one?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I think it's time the thinking people of this country come together.&amp;nbsp; The coffee-drinkers, the elitists, the educated-enough-to-think-for-themselves, the ones who don't think colleges and universities are evil, the ones who read at least portions of the health care bill for themselves, the ones who did not think the Patriot Act was going to keep us safe... well, you get the point.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It's time for the rest of us, marginalized by the wing-nuts, to speak out!!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So let's start&amp;nbsp;a revolution.&amp;nbsp; Let's speak our minds, because there is nothing wrong with a high IQ, there is nothing wrong with being able to communicate in complete sentences, and there is nothing wrong with not wanting to have the morons decide our future.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Are you game?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 14:09:28 -0500</pubDate>
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      <title>Consumers and Advertisers - the cowardly lions of this democracy?</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;As someone who takes the practice of journalism and responsibilities that go with having an audience seriously, I despise Glenn Beck.&amp;nbsp; He spews hatred for ratings, riles up the base, and has no problem misleading those who tune in.&amp;nbsp; Never mind that I am on a somewhat different side of the political fence - if he handled information in a more responsible manner, I could disagree with him and still respect him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We have all heard our fill of the latest Beck scandal - calling our President a racist.&amp;nbsp; It was unprofessional and uncalled for, in my opinion, but are we sure we really want WalMart deciding our Television Programming?&amp;nbsp; Are we, the libs, indeed so happy that Beck is losing advertisers because of what he said?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Did any of you sign &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.colorofchange.org/beck/&quot; title=&quot;http://www.colorofchange.org/beck/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;this petition on Color For Change&lt;/a&gt;?&amp;nbsp; Did it feel good?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;See, the problem here, as I see it, is that if people want to watch his show and believe everything that comes out of his mouth, they have a right to do so without having to spend money on access to it, as hateful as some of us think it is.&amp;nbsp; The only way for that to happen is via ad dollars that go to network advertising.&amp;nbsp; I don't know too many people who evaluate the products they buy based on which particular show or program they saw them on.&amp;nbsp; I always thought that it was pretty clear that any ad on ANY program is not an endorsement of the opinions voiced.&amp;nbsp; I thought we, the consumers, were smarter than that.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One can make an argument, of course, that what Beck says on his show is or can be dangerous, in much the same way Rush and O'Reiley have been accused of same - all the way down to inciting violence.&amp;nbsp; I won't belittle those arguments, but I will only ask you this: is our (and that's all of us) access to DIVERSE sources of information, news and opinion something that we still hold dear?&amp;nbsp; Because if it is, we are engaging in murdering the future of that access.&amp;nbsp; Freedom of speech, and freedom of the press do not and never have guaranteed us that we would always like what we see or hear.&amp;nbsp; The protections are in place specifically for those times when we don't.&amp;nbsp; I whole-heartedly disagree with what Glenn Beck says, but if I were to boycott any advertiser right now, I would do so BECAUSE they pulled their ads. Because to me, this democracy is much more important than any insult, no matter how hateful, spewed from the airwaves.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 15:12:42 -0500</pubDate>
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      <title>They Will Kill Your Grandma and Make Your Toddler Read Karl Marx!!!</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They Will Kill Your Grandma and &lt;a href=&quot;http://activerain.com/blogsview/1191225/another-dirty-little-secret-in-obama-s-and-the-far-left-liberal-government-healthcare-plan&quot; title=&quot;http://activerain.com/blogsview/1191225/another-dirty-little-secret-in-obama-s-and-the-far-left-liberal-government-healthcare-plan&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Make Your Toddler Read Karl Marx&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yep, you heard me right.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; I've been paying attention to screaming old dudes and ladies telling the government to &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/bob-cesca/get-your-goddamn-governme_b_252326.html&quot; title=&quot;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/bob-cesca/get-your-goddamn-governme_b_252326.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;keep their hands off of my Medicare&lt;/a&gt;&quot;, I watched esteemed &lt;strong&gt;Sarah Palin&lt;/strong&gt; talk about how her &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=113851103434&quot; title=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=113851103434&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;down syndrome baby and grandma&lt;/a&gt; were going to go in front of the Death Panels, I've heard many elected officials with R next to their names state with utmost certainty that we would be euthanizing the very old, the very disabled and indeed anyone who would not be deemed &quot;best use of taxpayer dollars&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I assume the screamers, the ex-governors&lt;/strong&gt; and the elected officials have read the bill, all 1000 and change pages of it.&amp;nbsp; I assume it's all in there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So I say, by all means, go to the Town Halls and keep on screaming as loudly as you can to save your toddlers and grandmas from certain death by euthanasia or communism.&amp;nbsp; Keep on yelling and drowning out any meaningful discussion because you are scared shitless of something...mostly of words like &lt;strong&gt;socialism and communism and European-inspired.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Most importantly, keep not actually reading and delving into what the plan calls for, you lazy fear-mongering freaks.&amp;nbsp; After all, you all have it on good authority of Glen Beck and Rush Limbaugh what this plan is about.&amp;nbsp; Fox News knows best.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will, however ask you all&lt;/strong&gt;, when you take a breath from yelling, to allow for a tiny little possibility that maybe, just maybe there are those of us who would WANT to have an AFFORDABLE OPTION - those of us like my mom who has not been able to buy insurance because she had cancer surgery almost 10 years ago, those of us who cannot afford to pay $600 a month for maybe being able to go to the doctor, unless the doc chooses to disappear from the network for just the day of your appointment/procedure, and then magically reappear, hence mitigating in advance insurance company's ever having to use my money to provide care.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I get the feeling&lt;/strong&gt; that the glass-houses the screamers occupy are &lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;bullet proof&lt;/span&gt;, where no actual life as it is for most people penetrates, no discourse gets past the clich&amp;eacute;s, and no curiosity or compassion mars the inherent righteousness of their ways.&amp;nbsp; And they are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;scared shitless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of letting any of it go, even when no one is asking them to give anything up; even when the fears are based on imaginary monsters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 12:48:53 -0500</pubDate>
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      <title>The Other Side of the Atlantic</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(a preface, of sorts:&amp;nbsp; this is somewhat long, personal and inspired by my forgetting that some 18 years ago we landed in this country for the first time.&amp;nbsp; Jon Zolsky, my dad, posted his take on it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://activerain.com/blogsview/1176606/18-years-ago-today-&quot; title=&quot;Jon's post&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; This is somewhat belated mine.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Other Side of the Atlantic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The year of my rebellion&lt;/strong&gt; ended on July 31&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;, 1991, with my behind firmly and irrevocably jammed into the seat of the largest airplane I'd ever been on or even imagined, a Pan Am Boeing headed for JFK.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The year in Moscow&lt;/strong&gt; had been a blur of me running through the cobblestones of Arbat, away from my dad, the kid-catcher.&amp;nbsp; It was a year of falling in love with big cities, music, sidewalk cafes with warm salami sandwiches and demitasse cups of scalding hot chocolate that ran their bitter-sweet silk course through each evening.&amp;nbsp; There were artists painting the faces of Americans, with their gleaming teeth and glossy hair, for a buck.&amp;nbsp; There were collections of Russian dolls, lining the sidewalks, and all manner of peddlers, long haired young men with earrings, wearing ACDC t-shirts.&amp;nbsp; That was my crowd - I knew them all, their dreams and nightmares.&amp;nbsp; I, at sixteen, belonged to this strange tribe.&amp;nbsp; They could recite poetry and mug tourists for petty cash for cigarettes with the same finesse.&amp;nbsp; We played guitars, we sang, we smoked.&amp;nbsp; We were a few dozen philosophers, poets and thieves, congregating on the steps of dark staircases of old brownstones, smelling of cigarette butts and urine, warming ourselves up by burning someone else's fences on&amp;nbsp;damp concrete.&amp;nbsp; We were full of love, lust and magic, and we ruled the world.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home was&lt;/strong&gt; in the suburb of Moscow, an hour's ride by train.&amp;nbsp; I always took the last one, empty, save for a few drunkards and an occasional band of Tartar youths, armed with knives and looking for easy prey.&amp;nbsp; I was immortal, until on one of these trips a bear of a man picked me up by my coat collar and hung me out the busted window of the rapidly moving train.&amp;nbsp; I was smoking in between two cars.&amp;nbsp; He wanted a cigarette.&amp;nbsp; I had none left.&amp;nbsp; He eyed my tear stained face and did not drop me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home was&lt;/strong&gt; in a huge condo building, on the 13&lt;sup&gt;th&amp;nbsp;&lt;/sup&gt;floor.&amp;nbsp; Of that place I remember nothing, save for the overwhelming desire to run away, and run away I did, until daddy caught me, tipped off by a co-worker as to my location on one of the downtown streets, and that one time, smacked me across the face in front of my more grown-up friends.&amp;nbsp; Two months later, I fell in love with a boy who dwelled in a suburb on the other side of the sprawling city, and my escapes from then on were predicated on a kiss from the one I was going to love forever.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was no hope&lt;/strong&gt; of getting a window seat on the flight.&amp;nbsp; I sat there feeling utterly alone, my hands still smelling of the black roses he brought to the airport - he always picked the most beautiful bouquets of roses.&amp;nbsp; I had no idea what, if anything, of what I owned got packed, having shown up at the apartment an hour before we had to leave for the airport after a week-long absence, - the time I spent wisely, contemplating not coming back at all, staying behind with the man I loved, only then my parents and my brother couldn't leave either, and they waited so many years to do this... Guilt made the choice for me and I would resent my parents dearly for it for a long long time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Books had their&lt;/strong&gt; own travel arrangements and were stacked on some dock in a huge container, promising to show up in New York in a few months.&amp;nbsp; Before slamming the door to the appartment one last time, I spotted a tattered copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude, and as much as I did not want to read that book, ever, I had no choice.&amp;nbsp; The book kept me from thinking about anything at all for some 13 hours of the flight, and succeeded&amp;nbsp;at drowning out the noises of crying kids while amplifying the sense of loss I was reeling from to Biblical proportions.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JFK greeted&lt;/strong&gt; my lumbering family of four greyly and loudly.&amp;nbsp; There were lines everywhere, signage directing one to various queues in a language I didn't understand.&amp;nbsp; All eyes were on dad, the only one of us who spoke and read English, having been an English teacher by trade for some time, but he seemed just as confused as the rest of us.&amp;nbsp; Somehow, we made it through customs.&amp;nbsp; We were ushered onto an escalator that was going to take us down to the street level and outside.&amp;nbsp; I desperately needed a cigarette.&amp;nbsp; From just above me I was shaken out of my dreaming of a Marlboro and fresh air daze by chaotic loud Russian of my parents, screaming at me to follow them.&amp;nbsp; Something was wrong... &amp;nbsp;We had to go back up to the level above.&amp;nbsp; We may have been called back by customs, or we left something behind, but we all seemed scared, and we ran up the down escalator, dad carrying mom, in a race against the laws of physics, and to the amusement of people whose common sense would have never let them&amp;nbsp;do that. &amp;nbsp;People, who were born into a certainty that for every escalator that goes down there is bound to be one that goes up.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we made&lt;/strong&gt; it to street level again, mom opted for the door closest to us, with&amp;nbsp;a big&amp;nbsp;red sign on it &quot;Emergency Exit Only&quot;.&amp;nbsp; Until the alarm went off, no one realized that we opened the wrong door, and I walked away from whatever commotion was created and the resulting yells of the parents.&amp;nbsp; Leaning on the wall of the airport that was stained gray and dirty, a far cry from the gleaming white&amp;nbsp;New York of my imagination, I lit that cigarette, and let the tears run down my face, quietly.&amp;nbsp; I was now, for the first time, alone.&amp;nbsp; The first word I would utter in English, with the thickest of accents, would be a surprised &quot;Thank you&quot;, directed at the dark-haired middle aged man in a black blazer, whose outstretched hand held a snow-white handkerchief, and who implored me in rapid Italian to take it.&amp;nbsp; &quot;It's gonna be ok, bambino, it's gonna be ok...&quot; was my soft welcome to the new world.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over the next few weeks&lt;/strong&gt; spent in a steaming hot, filthy, roach-infested hotel on Twenty-Eighth and Fifth, I would learn that it's not necessary, and indeed somewhat weird, to bring your own bag to go grocery shopping; that New York city rats were fantastically large, and that it was easiest to blend in on busy streets, like Broadway, which was only a short walk away.&amp;nbsp; I would also learn that I was carrying a child.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our books&lt;/strong&gt; and the man with the roses would forever remain on the other side of the Atlantic.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Copyright (C) 2009, inna hardison. please, don't steal from the starving artists, it's illegal and well, just plain freakin' wrong! :-)&lt;br /&gt;Inna Hardison&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;is the owner of Ha Media Group, a full service small kick-ass ad agency.&lt;br /&gt;For all your printing needs, visit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hamediashop.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.hamediashop.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; and get great quality Postcards, Business Cards, Flyers and more at awesome prices.&amp;nbsp;For print and web design, see our design portfolio at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.teamhardison.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 00:53:55 -0500</pubDate>
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      <title>Home is where the empty shot glass is&#8230;</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They say dogs can always find their way home&lt;/strong&gt;, no matter what the journey entails.&amp;nbsp; It's a sixth sense; the particles of past memories, smells, sights and sounds melding into a road sign, a welcoming breeze, a longing...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The orange globe of the Sun&lt;/strong&gt; was always just ahead of my field of vision, peering intently forward, tilting my head to the right, in the direction of the locomotive bearing me Southward.&amp;nbsp; It was almost irritating at times that the train couldn't outrun it, no matter how loudly the wheels clanked against the steel.&amp;nbsp; The Sun and I chased each other for just over two days every year.&amp;nbsp; Occasionally, I would stick my hand out the dusty window, half my short body hanging precariously over the grass and dirt underneath, and pluck a few leaves from the nearest tree.&amp;nbsp; This journey would end at the closest place I had to a home that was also a house... The home, whose presence I can still smell in the air on certain days, whose tastes wake me up from a deep sleep at night, and whose inhabitants and guests are carried and have carried me through my becoming me...&amp;nbsp; The house my &lt;a href=&quot;http://activerain.com/blogsview/785294/here-s-looking-at-you-grandpa-on-planes-and-angels-&quot; title=&quot;My Grandpa&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;grandpa&lt;/a&gt; built.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My best translation&lt;/strong&gt; of the name of this village is Red Junction.&amp;nbsp; Most places in Russia had the word red in their names at the time, and junction simply meant that's where the trains changed their cargo and locomotives.&amp;nbsp; Just before the train reached my destination, the one narrow line of railroad tracks magically grew to what seemed like at least a dozen, with all sorts of barn-like structures popping up on both sides, and finally, the station with the name of the place appeared.&amp;nbsp; When we didn't feel like riding our bikes a few miles to go swimming, we, kids, came to the train station.&amp;nbsp; Here, passenger trains flattened our coins, and cargo trains carried us away on brief joy rides.&amp;nbsp; We'd hop on the last car and ride for as long as it seemed safe to jump off without breaking any bones.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This place was too small&lt;/strong&gt; even for the geographically challenged me to get lost in.&amp;nbsp; Hop off the train, and proceed across the pavement and to the left towards the wooded roofs and tables of a makeshift bazaar.&amp;nbsp; I could already taste the sour cherries that I would inevitably buy from a woman with dark creases in her face and a headscarf covering what may or may not have been gray hair.&amp;nbsp; In this place, you couldn't easily tell how old someone was, and rumor had it most people &amp;nbsp;didn't get to live very long.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The woman would collect&lt;/strong&gt; the crumpled yellow bill from my hand, and pour a pound or so of gloriously ripe cherries into a cone-shaped bag she'd just fashioned out a sheet of newspaper.&amp;nbsp; On impact, the black print would inevitably bleed into bright purples.&amp;nbsp; I was home now.&amp;nbsp; Biting into the skin, as thin as fine silk, bursting with juice that I was told would stain forever, letting it tingle my tongue until the sour turned to sweet...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was only one main street&lt;/strong&gt; in this village that all the homes fronted, my grandparents' house being fourth from the institutional-green of the post office.&amp;nbsp; I took my time walking and spitting out cherry seeds, remembering.&amp;nbsp; Few dogs ever barked at me, for some reason.&amp;nbsp; I assumed they liked me.&amp;nbsp; Goats, however, did not.&amp;nbsp; The people two houses over from the post office had a mean goat that tried to gore me last year when I tried to pet it.&amp;nbsp; I was past their house now - remembering not to raid their garden.&amp;nbsp; I could now see just the corner of my grandpa's house, and it was still the green of last year.&amp;nbsp; So they waited - this year I get to pick the prettiest blue.&amp;nbsp; This week, we would paint.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The long wooded walkway&lt;/strong&gt; went past the garden in front of the house.&amp;nbsp; Right by the window, there were flowers: tall, gorgeous ones on meaty stalks that looked almost tropical. In the next row, there were lots of poppies, dwarfed by the tropical giants in everything but their brilliant inimitable red.&amp;nbsp; The rest of this garden had carrots, radishes and our very own cherry tree, only I couldn't ever wait this long for my first sour cherry of the year, so my tree will have to wait.&amp;nbsp; The all important hand pump that drew water from the well was also there, and I would splash lots of it every morning trying my best to carry a huge bucket of it to water the enormous garden out back.&amp;nbsp; I always paid special attention to watering the tomatoes that were struggling under the weight of fruit.&amp;nbsp; Tomatoes were grandma's, and ever since&amp;nbsp;she hurt her head in a motorcycle accident when my mom was a teenager, she had a special affinity for these garden dwellers.&amp;nbsp; She'd tie them all to the stakes one day, and pluck all the bugs off of leaves, and a week later pull out the best bushes.&amp;nbsp; Next day, she'd put them back into their holes, and I'd water them more carefully this time...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My purchased cherries&lt;/strong&gt; now fully gone, I would walk in through the mud room, purple-tongued and deliriously happy to have the fat, nameless cat rub against my leg, and dive into the many arms of whoever was staying at the house at the time.&amp;nbsp; Most summers, the extra company included at least one of my three uncles and aunts and a pair of my nephews.&amp;nbsp; That meant a few evenings of fishing on the lake and then a few dozen fish, with their heads still on, drying on the clothes lines in the back of the house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The smell&lt;/strong&gt; coming from the narrow gulley kitchen, or rather from the wood burning stove occupying the entire room next to it, told me grandpa has been at it for a few days.&amp;nbsp; Not until years later would it hit me that the effort was for my benefit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On some evenings&lt;/strong&gt;, grandpa and I would go to the place he ran where they showed movies, which was a very long walk, and he'd let me be the ticket-taker.&amp;nbsp; That's how I earned a free ticket.&amp;nbsp; On weekends when we weren't fishing or digging out our patch of potatoes, we'd hop on the train for a few hours' journey to the woods to pick mushrooms. The women would pack us a huge satchel of food, replete with freshly plucked veggies and a saltshaker, and we'd bring home baskets of wild mushrooms.&amp;nbsp; I don't remember how I knew which mushrooms were good, or when I learned it.&amp;nbsp; Somehow, we all just always knew.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/8/1/2/5/0/ar124883207605218.jpg&quot; height=&quot;287&quot; alt=&quot;us and grandpa at the house&quot; width=&quot;250&quot; style=&quot;margin: 6px 8px; float: left;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The house itself&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;was a haphazard collection of rooms and corridors leading from room to room.&amp;nbsp; There was no hot water or any central plumbing, but I don't recall thinking it either odd or the least bit inconvenient.&amp;nbsp; Some rooms had a distinct purpose, like the stove room where I'd choose to sleep on some nights, if it was warm enough on top of the stove from earlier cooking.&amp;nbsp; The fat nameless cat would inevitably join me.&amp;nbsp; Turning to the wall, if on top of the stove, made you smell whitewash, while turning away you'd smell whatever was cooked on it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For as long as I remember,&lt;/strong&gt; most of my time there was spent just outside the house.&amp;nbsp;There were a few kids around my age who kept me company putting into action the latest adventure we read.&amp;nbsp; I recall running on neighbors roofs with war paint on and feathers in my hair, armed with a hand-made willow bow and a handful of arrows - that was James Fennimore Cooper's era.&amp;nbsp; None of us got in trouble for it.&amp;nbsp; Other times, we'd sit in the little kitchenette around a table with a scratched vinyl tablecloth on it and tell stories.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, my grandparents' friend would come by, and she was the best at telling scary stories.&amp;nbsp; She drank too much, but everybody loved her, and I'd sit on her lap and listen to her talk about gypsies and such.&amp;nbsp; On those nights I would be too scared to go to the back garden where the outhouse was, because gypsies prowled at night, stealing little children, so I'd pee just outside the house, where the pig dug up the concrete enough to expose warm dirt, smelling of earthworms.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am told that my mom&lt;/strong&gt; and all her siblings were born in that house; supposedly some kid-catching bucket was involved. &amp;nbsp;Eventually, they all left to only come back for these visits. &amp;nbsp;Everyone my grandparents ever talked about when I was a kid was buried at the cemetery a few miles from this house.&amp;nbsp; They all walked the main street on their final journey.&amp;nbsp; At least once during my visit we'd all go to the cemetery and sit there next to tombstones of people I'd never met, and grandpa would pour two shot-glasses worth of cognac for some and vodka for others, and toast to them, drinking the one and leaving the other on the ground, according to the dead-person's past preferences.&amp;nbsp; My grandpa himself was a cognac man, and I remember thinking when I was little that his shot glass would always be full of cognac if he should ever die, and that I had to make sure of that somehow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this house, my grandpa&lt;/strong&gt; had a stroke, and the doctor said that if he ever recovered, cognac was off limits.&amp;nbsp; He laid on a couch in the TV room in a semi coma for months, and then he woke up.&amp;nbsp; Two years after that my family moved for good.&amp;nbsp; My dog, the best dog in the world, stayed with my grandpa as company, as a reminder, as a sign that I will come back, same as always - purple-tongued, hungry for my gardens with their occasional wormy apples, roof-top adventures, mean goats, and the overall feeling of belonging that for one reason or another I always had in my grandpa's house.&amp;nbsp; I was ok in his book...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cemetery there&lt;/strong&gt; didn't get my grandpa or grandma or any of the other visitors and dwellers of that house.&amp;nbsp; At some point it was decided that everyone would be better off moving to one of their children's places.&amp;nbsp; The house was put up for sale, wood burning stove and the gardens and all, and a family of some kind moved into it.&amp;nbsp; The trains still stop there for an inordinately long time, and the women still peddle their fruits and veggies to the white-skinned northerners, heading to the Black sea.&amp;nbsp; There is an empty shot glass somewhere a few thousand miles away waiting for that toast.&amp;nbsp; Someday, my kids and I will fill it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Someday, I'll be home.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Copyright (C) 2009, inna hardison. please, don't steal from the starving artists, it's illegal and well, just plain freakin' wrong! :-)&lt;br /&gt;Inna Hardison&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;is the owner of Ha Media Group, a full service small kick-ass ad agency.&lt;br /&gt;For all your printing needs, visit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hamediashop.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.hamediashop.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; and get great quality Postcards, Business Cards, Flyers and more at awesome prices.&amp;nbsp;For print and web design, see our design portfolio at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.teamhardison.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 20:49:27 -0500</pubDate>
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      <title>The only thing spamming will get you is deleted.  So get out of my AR space, you anonymous freaks!</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;Waking up in the morning to new comments on blogs is an awesome feeling, especially since I've been somewhat missing in action as of late, and haven't been able to blog much.&amp;nbsp; This morning I get notices from AR that 3 of my older blogs have new comments.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yippy! First cup of coffee tastes better already.&amp;nbsp; I swallow the first of these comments whole, grateful and humble that some soul had stumbled upon my little blog of all the ones out there, and felt compelled to write something, and then I hit the second sentence: &quot;help us all out here... best source of patio furniture...&quot; blah blah bla..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the next hour or so, I got similar notices on old blogs I had subscribed to, all pretty much the same - a crappily-put-together sales pitch for one thing or another by a non member of AR. &amp;nbsp;They kept pouring in.&amp;nbsp; Coffee didn't taste so good anymore.&amp;nbsp; I know I have the report button and the delete button. &amp;nbsp;I've used both in each instance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It seems to have stopped, for now.&amp;nbsp; But I am pissed as hell that some moron out there truly thinks anyone will click on their links via a comment that is so obviously spam.&amp;nbsp; So here is an idea, for all the scavengers out there: if you want to spam - make it worth my time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Make it interesting&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Make it &lt;strong&gt;unforgettable,&lt;/strong&gt; and I just might respect you for trying. &amp;nbsp;I might even leave your comment on my blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hell, I might even blog about you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Engage me&lt;/strong&gt;, and my readers, and who knows, you might discover a whole new way of &amp;lsquo;marketing' your crap.&amp;nbsp; If you can't do that - stay away from my blogs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is no room here for dull and lazy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 14:34:57 -0500</pubDate>
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      <title>An Open Letter to Obama - help fix the HVCC</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;Mr. President:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When you were campaigning for green jobs, cleaner air, more energy efficiency in our cars, homes and industrial and commercial buildings - we rallied behind you.&amp;nbsp; We welcomed an ideal of rebuilding our economy by once again manufacturing stuff, whether cars, homes or new technologies.&amp;nbsp; We welcomed, too, your promise of tighter oversight of our financial institutions upon whose good graces would depend our ability to purchase those new cars, homes or to help a fledgling business devoted to new green technologies.&amp;nbsp; We were hoping that no bit of political or legislative nonsense would ever again prevent those who are worthy from being able to enjoy the American dream of Home Ownership, and that the consumer opting to live in a green home would have no more trouble obtaining a loan than a person choosing to buy a Smart Car over one buying a Hummer.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We thought that in order for this country to recover economically, the housing market needed a boost and agreed with your vision to make it happen.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So the bailed out banks got an influx of cash to lend to achieve that very goal of recovery.&amp;nbsp; Then the HVCC was introduced into the mix.&amp;nbsp; If you've been too busy to pay attention to the consequences of this rather benign-sounding bit of consumer protectiveness, the Home Valuation Code of Conduct, here is a brief from a consumer's point of view.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Michelle B. lives in Flagler County, Florida, an area considered a distressed market.&amp;nbsp; She is an environmentalist.&amp;nbsp; She wants to live in a Green home, just the right size for her and her husband, with no wasted space.&amp;nbsp; She wants to have full house solar and not depend on burning fossil fuels.&amp;nbsp; She wants to plant her own little organic garden in her yard.&amp;nbsp; An ideal home for her would be&amp;nbsp;800 or so square feet of smart living space, a 1-bedroom country house.&amp;nbsp; She finds a local builder who builds certified green homes, and they embark on drawing plans for her new dream home, just the way she envisions it, only to learn that the only properties that appraise in the area have to be 3-bedroom, 2-bath homes, and that there is no appraiser working for the Appraisal Management Company the bank uses who would be willing to spend the extra 10 minutes to acknowledge any energy-efficient features as adding value to the home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The irony of it is, Michelle B. currently occupies a 2,400 square foot home that is simply&amp;nbsp;too big for her needs, and&amp;nbsp;consumes too much in a way of resources.&amp;nbsp; She wants to do the right thing for all the right reasons.&amp;nbsp; She wants to build the kind of home you campaigned about.&amp;nbsp; The kind of home that Energy Efficient Mortgages were designed to help finance.&amp;nbsp; But they won't, because the people the entire transaction depends on, value these properties from behind a computer with nary a drive by inspection to speak of - after all they are only getting half the money they are accustomed to, so they could be effectively managed, and so the bank couldn't influence the outcome of the all-important appraisal.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So with all things being equal, as much as one might like to build a new home, especially if it's green and on a smaller footprint, the frustration associated with trying to finance the purchase may not be worth it.&amp;nbsp; In fact, it appears that if anyone wants to buy in an area dominated by short sales, purchasing anything other than a short sale will not work out - the home will simply not appraise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It used to be that the market value hinged on how much a buyer was willing to pay for something.&amp;nbsp; Now, it is dictated by an underpaid appraiser's opinion of value.&amp;nbsp; If the housing market is to recover, does it really make sense for us to keep devaluing dwellings in places where things are tough enough already?&amp;nbsp; To trample on the idea of the American dream of home ownership under the auspices of protecting the very consumer whose dreams we can no longer fulfill?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Logic tells me that no code of conduct alone can make one act ethically.&amp;nbsp; Experience tells me that for as long as we are corruptible, there will be those who are capable of violating these codes of conduct, so, at the end of the day, the consumer is no more protected by the additional red tape than they were before, but the dream of home ownership for so many across the country has just become a nightmare.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hit the blogs, Mr. President - this is happening everywhere, and home buyers, those rare creatures willing to purchase a home, capable of purchasing a home, are the ones that are being pushed away by the very thing design to protect them.&amp;nbsp; There has to be a better way to protect our money without destroying our dreams, Mr. President.&amp;nbsp; This needs to be fixed, for the sake of thousands of people like Michelle across the country, for the sake of realtors and loan officers whose livelihoods depend on it, for the sake of all of us being able to build something again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Disclosure: This blog was written with first hand knowledge of the difficulties financing a unique property built by my client, Florida Green Homes, LLC - a builder of certified green homes in North East Florida.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myfloridagreenhome.com&quot;&gt;www.myfloridagreenhome.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 09:28:51 -0500</pubDate>
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      <title>First Hundred Days - and We Are Doomed!</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here we stand, on the very edge of a cliff&lt;/strong&gt;, looking into what appears to be an abyss... A man with a strange name has been president of the most powerful nation in the world for just over 100 days.&amp;nbsp; The Mayans thought that the end would come in 2012.&amp;nbsp; The minority party thinks it's already here.&amp;nbsp; And can we blame them?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Just think about all the horrific things that have already happened:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To start off on&amp;nbsp;entirely the wrong foot&lt;/strong&gt;, the man with a strange name said something or other about American arrogance.&amp;nbsp; He, in effect, apologized for the art of arrogance practiced here for the past 8 years.&amp;nbsp; How dare he.&amp;nbsp; After all, we are nothing if not arrogant, but we should embrace it, because god damn it, we are right, and we know it.&amp;nbsp; We have always been right, maybe just misunderstood a tad, like with the whole Vietnam thing, and the slavery and all, but all that aside, we are and always will be righter than the next guy or gal, because we are the greatest country on earth.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He then proceeds to shake hands&lt;/strong&gt; with some other people with strange names, none of whom are hand-shake worthy.&amp;nbsp; We successfully ignored these same people for years, and now this man is squashing any notion we have grown accustomed to that those people simply don't exist.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shortly after the whole mess of apologizing&lt;/strong&gt;, the man with a strange name has the audacity to release the memos dealing with us, the greatest country on Earth, torturing a bunch of horrible people from a bunch of horrible countries who want nothing more than to blow us up.&amp;nbsp; It's as if this used-to-be-attorney forgot that we are, indeed, unquestionably, undeniably the best country in the world, and anything at all we do must by definition be right.&amp;nbsp; We had every right to torture those good-for-nothing-assholes, stuck in their Stone Age beliefs, habits and laws.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who the heck does this guy think&lt;/strong&gt; he is to tell us that&lt;a href=&quot;http://activerain.com/blogsview/1049355/We-are-America-and-we-Fed-Up&quot; title=&quot;we fucked up&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; we screwed up?&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; We are Americans, and we don't screw up. Ever.&amp;nbsp; It's not our fault that there are a whole bunch of people in the world who hate our guts - it's theirs, and we'll teach them to love us or become like us if it kills us!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These hundred days were also marked&lt;/strong&gt; by blatant disregard for all things this great country was founded on.&amp;nbsp; We are apparently not a Christian Nation - craziest freaking thing I ever heard.&amp;nbsp; We are, supposedly, a nation of various religious beliefs, a diverse melting pot of sorts.&amp;nbsp; It's like saying we are all amoral mutts, who can do, say or believe anything they please.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here we are, on the brink of extinction&lt;/strong&gt;, even if we don't realize it, and the only thing that can save us now is a new leader.&amp;nbsp; Someone who understands that the Bible is always more right than any Constitution, someone who knows that there is only one Right Way to live one's life, and that way was defined in the Good Book.&amp;nbsp; Someone who knows that no matter how wrong something seems, it's right if it's in the Bible.&amp;nbsp; Infidels of all creeds with their twisted morals need to be eradicated - or this whole empire will collapse.&amp;nbsp; This is the mission of this nation - to be the shining light, the city on the hill, the beacon of Freedom of Being the best freaking Christian Nation on earth.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If only Osama bin Laden weren't Muslim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Copyright (C) 2008, inna hardison. please, don't steal from the starving artists, it's illegal and well, just plain freakin' wrong!&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inna Hardison is the owner of Ha Media Group, a full service small kick-ass ad agency.&lt;br /&gt;For all your printing needs, visit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hamediashop.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.hamediashop.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; and get great quality Postcards, Business Cards, Flyers and more at awesome prices.&amp;nbsp;For print and web design, see our design portfolio at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.teamhardison.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 11:30:09 -0500</pubDate>
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      <title>We are America, and we F'ed Up!</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The premise that the end justifies the means&lt;/strong&gt; is a tricky one, philosophically speaking, as it can only be assessed in retrospect, and the victors tend to write history, or at least they used to.&amp;nbsp; Now, with our ability to access information in real time, our history as it will be written is less predictable than it's ever been.&amp;nbsp; So how will the first decade of the new century be looked at by the future generations?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;we are america and we don't fucking torture&quot; src=&quot;http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/8/1/3/7/8/ar124197137387318.jpg&quot; height=&quot;212&quot; alt=&quot;we are america and we don't fucking torture&quot; width=&quot;337&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin: 2px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I read the torture memos&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The question of legal defensibility aside, the idea that all we have to do is change the definition of a human being to something other than, something less than to be able to get away with what we did is a familiar one.&amp;nbsp; The same one we employed with slaves; the one Hitler employed with Jews - the one where the ones in power acknowledge that people feel compassion for people and it takes a definition change to make acts of brutality committed by men against men seem palatable to both, the jailers and the population at large, the executioners and the onlookers.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;our proud soldier in Iraq&quot; src=&quot;http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/8/5/7/4/4/ar124197131144758.jpg&quot; height=&quot;243&quot; alt=&quot;our proud soldier in Iraq&quot; width=&quot;280&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin: 2px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did it really need to take&lt;/strong&gt; hundreds of pages of legalese to dance around the simple fact that what made the memos necessary in the first place was largely the need of a post-factum justification for having done something illegal and immoral on behalf of the people?&amp;nbsp; One or two sentences would have sufficed: &quot;we are America, and we can do whatever the fuck we please, with impunity.&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah, and we DO NOT, under any circumstances, apologize for any of it.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At least that would have been honest&lt;/strong&gt;, but few cowboys in business suits with Ivy League degrees have the balls to be honest any more.&amp;nbsp; The debate over the virtues of the information we may have gotten via illegal means pales in comparison to the gaping hole between the beacon of light we were supposed to be and the caricature of freedom and democracy we've become.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I, for one, hang my head in shame&lt;/strong&gt; and with humble apologies to anyone, no matter what ideology or circumstance who may have been wronged on my behalf.&amp;nbsp; Anyone, who may have been humiliated.&amp;nbsp; Anyone, who stood chained and shackled for seven and a half days in a diaper and without ability to sleep, to dream, to turn off the nightmare.&amp;nbsp;The nightmare of America's ignoble reign.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inna Hardison is the owner of Ha Media Group, a full service small kick-ass ad agency.&lt;br /&gt;For all your printing needs, visit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hamediashop.com&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.hamediashop.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; and get great quality Postcards, Business Cards, Flyers and more at awesome prices.&amp;nbsp;For pring and web design, see our design portfolio at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.teamhardison.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Copyright (C) 2008, inna hardison. please, don't steal from the starving artists, it's illegal and well, just plain freakin' wrong!&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 19:25:32 -0500</pubDate>
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      <title>Happy 17th, kiddo, whatever you become!</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;They sat around my dining room table, eating barbeque chips by the handful, drinking Sprites and talking genetics and amoebas.&amp;nbsp; Some of them my son has known since middle school - a bunch of nerdish kids quite possibly bound for those coveted Ivy League schools in a year.&amp;nbsp; Quite possibly doing something grand with their lives.&amp;nbsp; My baby was turning 17 to the noise of academic chatter and crunching of the chips.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;my sweet baby&quot; src=&quot;http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/2/9/4/3/8/ar124035001083492.jpg&quot; height=&quot;438&quot; alt=&quot;my sweet baby&quot; width=&quot;350&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin: 4px;&quot; /&gt;Later on that evening, they would play Rock Band, and some of the kids would sing their hearts out - some well, others, not so much.&amp;nbsp; We, the adults chaperoning the occasion, would laugh, play a few songs with the kiddos, and forgo the evening cleanup to catch a few hours of sleep before dawn.&amp;nbsp; Next year, my baby will probably not want to celebrate at home.&amp;nbsp; Next year, he'll be chaperone-free, surrounded by unruly teenagers, flirting with girls and looking for adventure.&amp;nbsp; That's just the way it is, and I wouldn't begrudge him any of it, but for now, I am tickled pink that he chose to celebrate at home, which left all sorts of room for public displays of affection on our parts, and&amp;nbsp;sharing of those embarrassing little kid stories.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This was the last hurrah for the kiddo.&amp;nbsp; In June, he will take the dreaded SAT and the rest of the summer will be spent in filling out college applications, and in learning to say goodbye to people and places that defined him up till now.&amp;nbsp; He has no clue about what he wants to be when he grows up, but he knows who he is.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately for his eventual pocketbook, the stuff he is good at and enjoys is all in the artsy-can't-make-a-living category.&amp;nbsp; He probably will not own the most expensive car, or ever flaunt a pair of Prada's.&amp;nbsp; Lucky for him, he seems entirely content with not having those things.&amp;nbsp; Chances are, he would succeed at anything he tried.&amp;nbsp; Chances are he will choose with his heart, and the decision will be less than pragmatic.&amp;nbsp; He is a dreamer.&amp;nbsp; He dreams in rhapsodies and snowflakes and flutter of monarch's wings.&amp;nbsp; Wherever his life's journey takes him I hope he never grows weary of his dreams...&amp;nbsp; After all everything else can be bought.&amp;nbsp; The only difference is the price tag.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Happy birthday sweet kiddo.&amp;nbsp; May you always be you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inna Hardison is the owner of Ha Media Group, a full service small kick-ass ad agency.&lt;br /&gt;For all your printing needs, visit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hamediashop.com&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.hamediashop.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; and get great quality Postcards, Business Cards, Flyers and more at awesome prices.&amp;nbsp;For pring and web design, see our design portfolio at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.teamhardison.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Copyright (C) 2008, inna hardison. please, don't steal from the starving artists, it's illegal and well, just plain freakin' wrong!&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 16:42:54 -0500</pubDate>
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      <title>A mentor is never too old... Meet my son's teacher, Ms. Brady, and help her keep teaching.</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life, these last few years&lt;/strong&gt;, has been a blur...&amp;nbsp; Days and weeks flew by leaving behind uneven tracks of a car going too fast around a serpentine curve.&amp;nbsp; The necessity of moving from New York post 9.11, forcing both, me and my husband, into the stormy seas of self-employment, left us crippled as parents to our two boys, with nary a bedtime story for the little one and only an occasional word of encouragement for the oldest.&amp;nbsp; Kids get used to things, and a goodnight kiss eventually suffices to let them know they are loved, or so we hope.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The kids learned&lt;/strong&gt; that we only had time for emergencies and things of utmost importance, and those were shared during dinner conversations.&amp;nbsp; Last year, almost all things of utmost importance to our 16-year-old son revolved around his chemistry teacher, Sylvia Brady.&amp;nbsp; Every joke she shared in class, every cute nick name she gifted one of her students, every anecdote were excitedly passed around the dinner table, along with the inevitable request for us to meet with her.&amp;nbsp; The year ended with a rushed Christmas break, and the kiddo was through with chemistry.&amp;nbsp; We had not met Ms. Brady.&amp;nbsp; There was simply no time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few weeks ago,&lt;/strong&gt; our son was helping Ms Brady fix some computer related issues in her classroom.&amp;nbsp; He came home that day with somewhat of a concern that we may not get to meet her after all, as she could retire.&amp;nbsp; &quot;She is pretty old, you know, and she may not be at the school much longer...&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking back&lt;/strong&gt; on my own childhood and struggling to recall any teachers, but one, &amp;nbsp;who were more than dictators upon whose good graces depended the all important numbers on my transcript, I caved.&amp;nbsp; The one teacher I had who made all the difference for me also taught chemistry, a subject I loathed so deeply I was not above cheating if it spared me the embarrassment of always getting it wrong.&amp;nbsp; With her, I couldn't cheat.&amp;nbsp; It was a relationship she had with each student where we were not inferior little people who needed to be taught something or rather for their own good - we were treated as equals, as adults, capable of their own thoughts and conclusions, even if we were wrong.&amp;nbsp; That was a great year.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Thursday&lt;/strong&gt; I went to see my son's old chemistry teacher at FPC, Ms. Sylvia Brady.&amp;nbsp; I had to shake her hand, at the very least, and tell her something about the difference she made for my son, and the fact that the kids are all raving about her, and that it was probably a bad idea for her to retire, because let's face it, chemistry is no fun, unless kids can blow stuff up, which they can't for safety reasons, and formulas are just boring.&amp;nbsp; She made kids love coming to class - she had a gift...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sylvia Brady&lt;/strong&gt; is 67 years old, so she tells me almost casually, as she towers over me and we shake hands.&amp;nbsp; She has a slight limp, a result of a recent trip and fall incident in her classroom.&amp;nbsp; She points to a scar on her forehead as forensic evidence of that fall.&amp;nbsp; I tell her that my son talks about her incessantly, trying to explain my reason for being there without appearing insane.&amp;nbsp; She nods.&amp;nbsp; We sit in a large empty classroom.&amp;nbsp; She graciously apologizes for the mess, pointing to a few stacks of paper lacking in symmetry on her desk, but the room is clean, and surprising devoid of&amp;nbsp;any odors I recall from my days of chemistry classes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I ask her why she chose to teach chemistry, or something to that effect.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are interrupted&lt;/strong&gt; by a knock on the door and an &amp;nbsp;unannounced appearance of a teenage girl.&amp;nbsp; In short order, I learn that Ms. Brady's classroom is home to any kid who has an extra five minutes to kill before their next class, or while waiting for a ride home.&amp;nbsp; Throughout the next 45 minutes that I spend in this room, the kids wander in an out, and I get used to being interrupted.&amp;nbsp; They come, give Ms. Brady a hug, and talk to her and each other.&amp;nbsp; Some, have not been her students for years, but still they come.&amp;nbsp; My son, it turns out, is one of those kids, a Ms. Brady groupie.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&quot;&lt;strong&gt;If I won&lt;/strong&gt; umpteen million dollars in a Florida Lottery - I would still teach this class,&quot; - she tells me.&amp;nbsp; &quot;This is my passion, corny as it sounds, and I love my kids...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It is corny, I concede, but the way she greets each of the kids wandering through her classroom tells me it's genuine.&amp;nbsp; She listens to each, with intense curiosity.&amp;nbsp; She knows what classes they take and how they are doing in them.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, someone asks something or other chemistry related.&amp;nbsp; Then, the kids make themselves comfortable, and listen.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am puzzled&lt;/strong&gt; now why someone who is so obviously happy would want to retire, but I keep it to myself for now, dreading learning the answer to the nagging question.&amp;nbsp; Part of me already knows the obvious answer: &quot;the schools are downsizing everywhere.&amp;nbsp; I know that, I've been reading the papers for years.&amp;nbsp; At least our district is not closing any schools.&amp;nbsp; They may simply not have the money to hold on to teachers who are of retirement age,&amp;nbsp;or,&amp;nbsp;to put it bluntly, more likely to get sick...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms Brady&lt;/strong&gt; has been teaching chemistry for 32 years, most of them at our local school district.&amp;nbsp; She had won numerous awards and accolades, none of which are displayed in her classroom - they don't matter in the grand scheme of things.&amp;nbsp; She picks up a smart board from her desk and tells me that the school's been very good to her by giving her all this new technology.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rebecca,&lt;/strong&gt; one of the girls hanging out in the classroom at the moment, tells me that Ms. Brady had to rely on using a microphone after having thyroid surgery last year: &quot;that's the kind of technology that makes her happy, the kind that allows her to continue teaching the subject she loves - a $30.00 microphone when her voice couldn't carry... Everything else, she can live without, gladly, as would the kids, so long as they have Ms. Brady.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is&lt;/strong&gt; no glimmer of understanding of economic woes facing the nation and the school district in the eyes of the teens in this classroom.&amp;nbsp; It's not subject to a mathematical formula, or an issue of a grade on some piece of paper. To these kids, and all the others Ms. Brady taught over the years, it's a simple matter of decency, and they are simply too young to understand that the good does not always triumph.&amp;nbsp; It's just part of the idealism they picked up from their mentor, Ms Sylvia Brady.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you get to stay&lt;/strong&gt;, Ms. Brady.&amp;nbsp; And thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for being there for all these kids.&amp;nbsp; Thank you, for being there for mine &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;he is a better person for having known you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inna Hardison is the owner of Ha Media Group, a full service small kick-ass ad agency.&lt;br /&gt;For all your printing needs, visit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hamediashop.com&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.hamediashop.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; and get grate quality Postcards, Business Cards, Flyers and more at awesome prices.&amp;nbsp;For pring and web design, see our design portfolio at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.teamhardison.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Copyright (C) 2008, inna hardison. please, don't steal from the starving artists, it's illegal and well, just plain freakin' wrong!&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2009 15:15:34 -0600</pubDate>
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      <title>Too Damn Predictable - C'mon, writers, make it fun again!</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;Since I haven't seen any recaps of the last episode, i figured I might as well throw in my two cents. Don't mistake this for an 'unofficial official recap' or anything:-)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;From the get-go most of us knew that Shawn was most likely going to be a bad guy.&amp;nbsp; I wanted the 24 folks to find a nifty twist and prove my intuition wrong.&amp;nbsp; Outing him as the mole in the last episode was all too predictable for my taste.&amp;nbsp; If it was, indeed, that easy for all of us to spot him as the bad guy - wtf is FBI's problem?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Moving on: the overly emotional goodbye by Mareeka's sister, and the heart-felt warning to the befrekled FBI agent to keep her baby sis safe from harm was like screaming out loud that she was going to be a gonner... I already know she isn't making it, so why the heck would I rush to the tv next Monday? Thanks for ruining the suspense...again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I think the only thing I am still not sure about is whether or not Henfy makes it, though my money right now is on him being just fine:-)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2009 09:49:57 -0600</pubDate>
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      <title>How do you explain homeless kids to a child?</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;My dad did a blog recently on the dangers of borrowing from future generations, using a very sad-looking photo of his grandson, aka, my baby, Shane.&amp;nbsp; The blog in question can be &lt;a href=&quot;http://activerain.com/blogsview/923822/Why-Am-I-Stealing-From-My-Grandson&quot; title=&quot;why am i stealing from my grandson&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;found here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Dad thinks that this stimulus package is going to rob his grandson of his financial future, or at least, that's how I read it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;sad Shane, Jon Hardison photo&quot; src=&quot;http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/4/7/7/2/0/ar123446234502774.jpg&quot; height=&quot;313&quot; alt=&quot;sad Shane&quot; width=&quot;250&quot; style=&quot;float: left;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I tend to think there are more than one ways of looking at most things, and if we are going to use kids to make our arguments for government's non-involvement, we might as well learn something about these kids' perspective on things.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A few weeks ago Shane came home from school bordering on tears.&amp;nbsp; He is an overly dramatic child, but hardly ever cries, so the tears tend to be genuine.&amp;nbsp; It turns out a girl named Jade who sat next to him since the beginning of the school year is going to be homeless.&amp;nbsp; She told Shane, because she wanted to share with someone.&amp;nbsp; The teachers and the administration of the school have no idea...&amp;nbsp; She was told not to tell anyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Every day, Jade gets on the bus and goes to school and reads about elephants trouncing through the African plains, and tries to remind herself that it is, indeed, imperative for her to remember what 7X8 is at all cost.&amp;nbsp; The FCAT that all kids have to start taking in 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; grade is coming up, and if she fails any of the subjects on it, she'll be held back for a year.&amp;nbsp; She has always been a good student.&amp;nbsp; She is a smart kid.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't cry, but Shane knows that she is scared.&amp;nbsp; They lost their home to foreclosure, and now they are just waiting to be thrown out.&amp;nbsp; They have all their stuff in boxes, Jade's, her mom's and her little brother's. &amp;nbsp;Her mom works two jobs, both paying less combined than what they need to survive...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, Shane and I were talking about school and stuff, and he told me he took some money to Jade.&amp;nbsp; See, Shane works, in a manner of speaking.&amp;nbsp; He does chores for an ailing older lady living across the street from us, and the lady pays him, at times, rather generously.&amp;nbsp; Shane uses the cash&amp;nbsp;for gifts and trinkets, but doesn't really have a concept of saving it yet.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;He didn't ask me for help for his friend.&amp;nbsp; He didn't need authorization of any kind to help someone he cares about.&amp;nbsp; What he did ask was why nobody seems to know or care that this family will be homeless....&amp;nbsp; He then told me that when he was sent to run an errand to the extended day program's room, there were cots on the floor with some kids sleeping on them....&amp;nbsp; He told me he was glad they had a safe place to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don't live in the projects or some rundown dilapidated neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; I live in what most would deem to be quintessential middle class suburbia.&amp;nbsp; Up until a few years ago, it was one of the best places to move to.&amp;nbsp; It was also the fastest growing county in the country.&amp;nbsp; There were no homeless children in Palm Coast.&amp;nbsp; There was no need for my son to worry whether or not his friend is sleeping on the street.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If Shane understood the intricacies of the economy; if he was able to analyze all the implications of the stimulus package, and even disagreed with some of the provisions, I think he would choose to pay it forward, so that some of the sadness and suffering he sees around him is alleviated.&amp;nbsp; Failure is indeed, both inevitable and necessary.&amp;nbsp; I'd rather my kids failed as economists than as people...&amp;nbsp; For allowing me to see my kids' reactions to injustice and indignity and their compassion for their fellow men - thank you Mr. Bush, cause god knows if it were not for the massive screw-ups on all levels, my kids may have been just normal kids, without a care in the world...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How much is a child's innocence worth?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;innocence, photo by Jon Hardison&quot; src=&quot;http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/5/6/6/4/7/ar12344624274665.jpg&quot; height=&quot;280&quot; alt=&quot;innocence&quot; width=&quot;420&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: text-bottom;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Copyright (C) 2008, inna hardison. please, don't steal from the starving artists, it's illegal and well, just plain freakin' wrong!&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <dc:creator>Inna Hardison-ha media group Design, Printing, Web (ha media group)</dc:creator>
      <pubDate>Thu, 12 Feb 2009 12:45:53 -0600</pubDate>
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      <title>Thank you, Internet - I can now put nail polish remover on my face!</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;nbsp;grew up without a computer.&amp;nbsp; The only way to get information on any subject was from books, and thankfully, my family had thousands of tomes on all subjects spanning the walls of the apartment.&amp;nbsp; If it was a word or an event date that I was unsure about, there were the few dozen burgundy coloured monsters, comprising the encyclopedia.&amp;nbsp; If you could put things in alphabetical order, you could find anything in those.&amp;nbsp; For all other inquiries, I could turn to various quotations from poetry and fiction, and, as a last resort, to my parents, who, I was convinced, were the smartest people in the world.&amp;nbsp; At times, watching the way my kids learn, makes me wonder what I would turn out like if instead of digging through the many pages of books I had Google, and Ask, and WebMD...this last one is the subject of this little bit of self-expression.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The last few days here were the coldest we've had in over a decade, and I don't respond well to temperature changes.&amp;nbsp; Throw some stress into the equation, and waking up with 3 humongous clusters of cold sores on my lips was almost to be expected.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I know it's herpes of sorts.&amp;nbsp; I also know it's incurable, once you get these pests, they'll keep coming back.&amp;nbsp; I also know that they tend to pop up at the most inopportune moment, such as a day or two before some public appearance (a humane society fundraiser tomorrow).&amp;nbsp; Looking very much as if I just had a botched lip injection procedure, and feeling icky, I resorted to my normal routine - a small and over-priced tube of Abreva.&amp;nbsp; The next morning my lips were even more swollen than before, only now I was also sporting a very prominent second chin - my glands, the ones I could find were swollen as well.&amp;nbsp; Hubby, concerned, went off to the pharmacy in search of a thermometer and advice, and I hit the Internet.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;WebMD seemed like the most natural choice, so I went in, and answered honestly the check your own symptoms questions, and hit Continue button.&amp;nbsp; The window that popped up told me that I needed to call 911 immediately.&amp;nbsp; Spending a day at the hospital was not was I was hoping for, so I proceeded to Google &quot;Cold Sores&quot;.&amp;nbsp; After reading a few articles on this pesky phenomenon, I learned that your lymph nodes can, indeed, swell, and it is normal.&amp;nbsp; So I no longer had to worry about going to the ER.&amp;nbsp; Now all I had to do was find a way of getting rid of these things in two days.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I read fast, very fast.&amp;nbsp; I browsed the first 10 or so pages of results, without finding anything that sounded legit or doable on short notice, and, indeed, most of those tried to sell me a magic recipe for Only $49.00.&amp;nbsp; But then, I hit a gold mine of advice on an unpretentious site, that appears to be a student project where people from around the world contribute home remedies that have worked for them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.susangaer.com/studentprojects/rem.htm&quot;&gt;Click here for the site.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There are probably over a 1000 entries under &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.susangaer.com/studentprojects/coldsore.htm&quot;&gt;cold sores&lt;/a&gt; on the site.&amp;nbsp; Some of them required rather drastic measures involving needles and other things that I could never bring myself to use.&amp;nbsp; Others mentioned ingredients I had never heard of before.&amp;nbsp; &lt;img title=&quot;cure for the common cold sore&quot; src=&quot;http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/1/9/2/2/2/ar123395980622291.jpg&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; alt=&quot;cure for the common cold sore&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; style=&quot;float: left;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One ingredient that seemed to be recommended more than any of the others was acetone free nail polish remover.&amp;nbsp; I am a very skeptical person.&amp;nbsp; I am also not vain enough to risk death over looking ok for an evening, but towards the end of the day the pain alone was going to drive me insane, if I didn't do something.&amp;nbsp; Putting nail polish remover on my sore lips didn't sound logical, or make any sense, medically speaking, but so many people wrote fab testimonials to the miracle cure for cold sores, that desperation won over reason.&amp;nbsp; I put nail polish remover on my lips with q-tips over and over again, because a bunch of people who may or may not exist, scattered throughout the world, told me via a string of zeros and ones that it works, and I believed them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yes, it made me question my sanity... The good news - it didn't kill me, and it certainly seems to have sped up what would ordinarily be a 10 -day ordeal.&amp;nbsp; I might even be my normal self by tomorrow, thanks to the bizarre advice.&amp;nbsp; The larger question though remains: to what extent do we trust the information we find on the net, and do our circumstances at the moment of searching for that info overshadow our ability to be selective?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Would you try a remedy found online, no matter how bizarre sounding, if you were desperate enough?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Something to ponder, while I go an apply another layer of stuff to my lips...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <dc:creator>Inna Hardison-ha media group Design, Printing, Web (ha media group)</dc:creator>
      <pubDate>Fri, 06 Feb 2009 16:41:11 -0600</pubDate>
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      <title>Take a drive - what's your journey?</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;I love to drive, I really really do.... So much so that I once drove by myself from Palm Coast, Florida to San Fran,&amp;nbsp;and enjoyed every minute of it (well, I could have done without the hitch-hiker...)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now, I am spending so much time behind my keyboard that I hardly ever leave the house, save for an occasional trip to see a client or to the store.&amp;nbsp; So when I was asked a few days ago to run an errand for a friend which involved taking off for an hour without feeling guilty about it, I was all for it.&amp;nbsp; It was a rather silly little favor that took me from 12 miles inland across the bridge to A1A.&amp;nbsp; For those of you who don't know, A1A is our scenic highway along the Atlantic coast, and is absolutely beautiful.&amp;nbsp; During tourist season, it's bustling with traffic of all kinds, from bikini-clad sun revelers to bikers in their leather gear, and everything in between...&amp;nbsp; Bob Marley blasting from car stereos, cause there is nothing better than the beach and Bob Marley; margaritas dripping condensation onto napkins with love notes scribbled on them at the beachside cafes, and the many fisherman casting for fish amidst a sea of pelicans and seagulls...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The last time I was at the beach was indeed during the summer, or so I realized upon crossing the bridge to an eerily quiet beach-side town.&amp;nbsp; No cars high- jacking the view of the ocean, no bikini-clad youths, and no Bob Marley.&amp;nbsp; I slowed down to a comfortable 30, just because I wanted to take it all in, slowly.&amp;nbsp; I needed so desperately to inhale enough oysters and seaweed to last me until it warms up enough to take the pups to the pink coquina sands...&amp;nbsp; I needed to have enough time to have the calm winter blue of the Atlantic remind me why I am here, and how glorious, indeed, this place is.&amp;nbsp; No matter what happens, this vast body of water will always beckon me.&amp;nbsp; I am, alas, a child of the sea, even in times when I don't need a compass to keep from getting lost...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://jonhardisonphoto.com&quot; title=&quot;PhotoBy Jon Hardison, my sweet hubby&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;winter on the Atlantic&quot; src=&quot;http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/1/5/4/3/1/ar123207536113451.jpg&quot; height=&quot;346&quot; alt=&quot;sunrise, winter, Atlantic&quot; width=&quot;544&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin: 4px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;So,&amp;nbsp;wherever in the Universe you happen to be, take a drive to a spot that beckons you... To a place where it's ok to laugh, cry, and be utterly alone and filled with magic... You know where it is - go find it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mine is a skip and a hop away, and for that, I am eternally greatful...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 21:11:39 -0600</pubDate>
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      <title>Give Us Your Money, or the Webkinz Gets It... on Christmas!</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://activerain.com/blogsview/843046/Lauras-Christmas-MeMe&quot; title=&quot;tag i am it&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Laura Monroe&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;tagged me for this Christmas Meme that's been going around like a mini plague.&amp;nbsp; This may not seem to necessarily follow the rules, but this is exactly what I want for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I am tagging no one. This one dies here.&amp;nbsp;Here goes:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A few years ago, the Webkinz phenomena infiltrated my little son's imagination, and he just had to have one, or two, or three.&amp;nbsp; At the time, a little stuffed animal with the ability to be taken care of and played with virtually, in addition to just being squished and held, ran one about $22.00.&amp;nbsp; For those of you that don't know, once the cute furry thing was purchased, the child had to think of a name, go to webkinz.com and put the number from the label into the computer to officially adopt this animal.&amp;nbsp; One could then engage in all sorts of virtual activities, that would all give you points with which you could &quot;buy&quot; furniture, toys and food for the newly adopted pet.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Having a few non-virtual adopted pets in our home, we thought while pricey, the lessons learned in &amp;lsquo;taking care' of these pets would be invaluable for the little munchkin, so we figured we'd comply, and in short order, our son ended up with a total of 7 Webkinz.&amp;nbsp; He has been taking care of them religiously, at times insisting he had to run home from being out at a movie or visiting friends just so his Webkinz didn't go to bed hungry.&amp;nbsp; He has one of those over-active imaginations, so the line between the virtual and the real world is a very thin one.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A few months ago, there was a river of tears cried over the fact that four out of his seven Webkinz were &quot;retired&quot;, and that meant he got absolutely no points for taking care of them.&amp;nbsp; They were suddenly no longer invited to activities, getting treats, or whatever else it is that the newer, non-retired pets got.&amp;nbsp; I thought of writing a letter to Webkinz then, but truthfully, was just so angry at the idea of taking something away from kids that didn't cost them a penny, all in an attempt to force more of their toys down people's throats... &lt;strong&gt;I let it go, until today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This morning, my son logs in to check up on his pets, and gets the following message:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From your furry friends at Webkinz World:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Webkinz account is set to expire on December 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, 2008. You can avoid it by purchasing a new Webkinz before then...&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;my son with his webkinz&quot; src=&quot;http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/7/9/9/1/2/ar122998099721997.jpg&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; alt=&quot;my son with his webkinz&quot; width=&quot;450&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin: 4px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So here I am, facing a dilemma of sorts:&amp;nbsp; break my son's heart by explaining to him that whatever is going on in the prettily colored rooms of the virtual Webkinz universe is not in the least bit real, and that none of his pets exist outside of the soft and snuggly toys he goes to bed with every night.&amp;nbsp; I could tell him that Casey, the elephant, doesn't really care for the bananas he's been feeding him, or that Jeffrey the pug doesn't care for a virtual blanket and a new easy chair.&amp;nbsp; I could tell him that it's all a bunch of zeros and ones scavenging the caverns of parental wallets in the rather cruel attempt to extract more and more money from people...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Or, I could run out and buy yet another Webkinz, before Christmas, so that my son doesn't go to bed worrying about his pets every night, and hope that the one I pick out doesn't get &amp;lsquo;retired' too soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What I really want to do though is to tell whoever is behind this whole Webkinz phenomena that they are a pack of jackasses who have found the most cruel and ingenious way of forcing their customers to remain with them for the duration of their children's childhoods.&amp;nbsp; The cost of doing otherwise would be too much to bear for most of us, parents.&amp;nbsp; So here is what I want for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I&lt;strong&gt; want a Webkinz for every kid who's at risk of losing their account on Christmas, simply because their parents didn't not give this company any money in the last six months.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;Casey, the elephant&quot; src=&quot;http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/5/5/5/7/9/ar122996866297555.jpg&quot; height=&quot;171&quot; alt=&quot;Casey, the elephant&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin: 4px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I want that, and &lt;strong&gt;I want Webkinz to go out of business&lt;/strong&gt; with apologies to every kid they had taken an unfair advantage of.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;I want the schmucks who run this company to wake up one day, preferably on Christmas and seriously think about where they went wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They had a brilliant idea. Their games and educational activities are well done.&amp;nbsp; They had a loyal following...&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Instead of promoting their new releases by paying for advertising, they chose the cruel and heartless tactics of extracting more money from customers they already have, by threatening the welfare of their adopted pets.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Wasn't the whole point of Webkinz to teach kids to take care of animals?&amp;nbsp; That our pets are indeed, irreplaceable, and that each one we have throughout our lives is unique and special? ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I know it's in really bad taste to wish harm on someone for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; But then again, I am only returning the favor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class='agent_signature'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;yeah&quot; href=&quot;http://www.teamhardison.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: impact,chicago;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i rock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <dc:creator>Inna Hardison-ha media group Design, Printing, Web (ha media group)</dc:creator>
      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 12:03:20 -0600</pubDate>
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