Haha

Usually it's at this time of year we start to hear about people falling through the ice but this one is actually pretty humorous. Just gotta love Minnesota fisherman and their dedication!

Rest In Peace Alora Rae Breault

Pat and I went away for the weekend AND attended the Chicago/Vikings game on Sunday. (Thanks R & R) All that sounds like a great time ... hmmm, I beg to differ on that because of...well, if you've read my previous posts you know. The weekend away was to be a moment to forget, a moment to feel normal...

Well...it started that way and it was really nice to be with my hubby...then on Saturday, I read the paper and there was a small blip about a car accident and a teen dying. The name didn't register at that time, I was skimming and briefly sad for yet another loss on Highway 8 of a young life....a couple hours later, our daughter called knowing that she should only call if there was something urgent....

The girl who died....she was one of the kids I did daycare for only a few years ago. It was after that phone call that I thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown...I shut down. Too much for my human emotions to handle. At a certain point, the wall that I created to try to help my friends, crumbled, and I found myself lost.

What I'm most used to with daycare kids from my past is meeting up with them at the bar or running into them at the store....never to read about them in the paper. Daycare kids...regardless of how little time they came to my home, the moment they stepped their first little foot in my door, they always managed to find a way into my heart...smiles, the way they talked, the way they played house, the way they tried to throw their weight around to get what they wanted...a flip of the hair, the color of their eyes, their spunk and spirit-- The mom and I were friends before daycare was even considered. The idea of her and the father having to deal with this loss....I just groan every time I think of it.

Seeing them tonight, trying so very hard to be strong while those lines of pain and anguish riddled their faces...it was awful. The funeral of children....there were so many people there, so many of this girls friends....and there was a line a mile long and the parking lot full of people driving around hoping for a spot to open. School teachers, another of my old daycare kids who was this little girls "boyfriend" when they both attended my daycare....he was my first thought when I learned of this whole tragedy...and he looked beaten and numb.

The last week has really been shitty! Overwhelming, painful, heartbreaking, stressful, and unbearable at times......

Regardless of the fact that my own father died a year and a half ago, the death of another reminds me just how much pain I still carry of his loss, how much I truly miss him, and it envelops me like a glove...I'm really lucky to have my family to recognize this in me, to know what triggers my sadness and my distance. I have a great husband and wonderful kids....they have been here for me, they have been here to pick me up and have seen the toll the last week has been taking on me. My strength has faltered and it is them who have come to my side to ask if I'm ok, who make me smile, who tell me they love me and who have listened to me while I sort out the emotions that have been spinning around like a hurricane in my head and my heart. It is them I will remember when I come out of this haze, when I feel somewhat normal again.

Thank you all so very much P, D, J, C, and B!

Happy Thanksgiving

So much to be thankful for...so many things in this life that make me smile or make me giggle. I could list a million things here that I am thankful for but don't have time to do that, have a feast to attend so I must make this short and sweet.

My husband...what a great guy, a man who would actually jump off the bridge if I asked him to...there for me when I need him, working his butt off to provide for his family, always trying to get me to smile or laugh or to look at the brighter side...wrapping his arms around me just because or buying me a single rose when I'm not looking...he is so many things to me...

My kids...they can give me ulcers but the bottom line is is that they love me unconditionally, they are ALWAYS up to something...they do however know when we're down, they share their lives with us and go to great lengths to make us laugh. My oldest threw flour in my face last night because I was being ornery..she managed to make me laugh...My kids would defend me to the end of time, stand up for me, our home, our life...they love deeply and hurt when we hurt, they do their chores and work hard to earn their own money...while many think I think my kids are perfect, I don't, I just would rather look at the good things they have given to us, to each other and in the end, they are really really good kids We have been blessed with very precious gifts. We all have faults but it's how we look at them that determines just how perfect or imperfect those faults really are.

I'm thankful for my mom, for the memories of my father and those of our trips. I'm thankful to have been part of their lives in a time when things were pretty confusing. I'm thankful to hear my father's jolly laugh ring in my ears when something occurs that I know he would get a kick out of it. I'm thankful that no matter how many disagreements my mom and I have had that we still manage to love each other deeply and to put it all aside and just have what we have.

I'm thankful for my friends who have been in my life since we were all just young teenage girls struggling through triangles of friendship, boyfriend problems, sneaking out, getting into trouble...and for all the lessons we learned as kids. I have referred back to my days with my friends and Pat for many reasons throughout life to help me raise my kids better...I am thankful to have shared an important part of my life with them and to be doing much of the same at this later time in our lives. I am thankful for our new friends who have only just entered our lives a few years ago...who have already been there for us, helped us through things and done so many unselfish things for us...I am thankful for the ability to have room in my life for more special people like them...

I'm thankful for our home, for our jobs, for the cars that get us to and from work...Seriously, this post could go on for the rest of my life. I try to tell myself each day to bring forth something that is a routine in a day and to be thankful for it. To not take the things and people in my life for granted because in the end, I am blessed every single day to have so much...

I am very very thankful for this blog and the friends I have made here over the years and for what this blog stands for for myself...it has opened up a place in me that I buried deep...

All you out there in the Cyber World.....HAVE A SPECTACULAR THANKSGIVING..and to my friends....thinking about you today.....

How long before this is swept under the rug?

So how 'bout that climategate?

Climategate: the final nail in the coffin of 'Anthropogenic Global Warming'?

Scientist in climate change 'cover-up' storm told to quit

Listen: Inhofe Says He Will Call for Investigation on "Climategate" on Washington Times Americas Morning Show

EDITORIAL: Hiding evidence of global cooling

Decisions...

I've been sitting here for the last 2 1/2 hours reading news story after news story trying to find something to post...still, I have nothing. I've read about the mammogram issue, about a 5-year old girl who was sold by her mother to some prostitution ring, Obama this and that, celebrity news, Clint Eastwood in GQ--which I'll be purchasing btw--and various other things. What have I come up with? Absolutely nothing.

It's just one of those nights of blah. Sitting here in the family room with my hubby and two kids, all of us cracking jokes or making idle conversation, commenting on the horrendous Timex ad on MTV..it's REALLY suggestive and out of line and should be removed from tv...or simply throwing boxelder bugs at each other for the hell of it and to make one or the other go 'ewwwww'....just a relaxing evening.

It's one of those evenings where life is just that...life. Nothing horrible, nothing too terribly exciting. Of course, nothing new here, I've been battling some sort of stomach issue for the last 2 weeks so I'm pretty mellow and laying low. I've been pondering some changes in my life. School and my job.

First off, my schooling is going great. I got two A's in my first classes, I am now in my second block and settling in pretty nicely. All the writing I could do without since I just HATE writing for the sake of HAVING too...that rebellious side of me who never liked essay writing and research but it's going considerably smooth.

Anyway, for the last few weeks I've been thinking of changing my major from accounting to something in the counseling field. Pat thinks I should look into being a marriage counselor. I just don't know what to do...it will require quite a few more years of schooling....hate the fact that I got such a late start but as I like to say...there is a reason for everything...even this late start. So, that's been on my mind...

The second change is finding a different job. I love working at the school, working with the kids even though the idea of going everyday gets a bit irksome on some days...but...there is a small problem with this job that is weighing very heavy on me. My health. I have been home the last couple days sick again. I returned to work today only wishing I could come home and go back to bed because I was so fatigued and miserable. I was home a couple weeks ago for two days as well with the same sickness. Same thing that plagued me all last year and caused me to miss quite a bit of work...I have not felt 100% healthy for the last couple weeks with ups and downs of nausea and miserable stomach....

Kids require routine, someone they can rely on to be there for them. I can't provide that if I'm sick so much...and it's not something I can get medicine for, I have some but am not sure it's going to work...so far, nothing is improving.

I went back to work today and was bombarded with hugs and yells of my name and questions and excitement about the things the kids weren't able to tell me about while I was gone. I had a couple tell me they didn't like it when I was sick..the welcome back is always a bit overwhelming and really makes me feel like I make a difference. So I'm a bit frustrated and irritated.

The germs in the building are a bit more than I think my immune system is capable of handling...germ overload. This week we have strep going around, coughs again, colds, fevers, stomach stuff...it's just non stop. The first couple weeks of school are always so nice but after that, the remainder of the year is filled with a variety.. Hohum...

I've finally found something I think I can do after trying to settle in to life after daycare but my health is being compromised. It's a sad couple weeks for my mind and heart, not sure what I should do but it's becoming painfully clear what I might have to do....Decisions need to be made..

Nothing like putting salt in the wounds....

What are they thinking bringing the terrorists to justice in NY???? Oh, I'm sorry the people who made this decision must not be thinking clearly. Will this bring more terrorists to NY to protest? Will Muslims come in droves to protest this? What if the men are found not guilty by some mistake the prosecution makes? Car bombs? And really, a civilian trial???? Wow....

All these questions yet no real solid answers until this trial begins. One can only hope the worries of ALL those people I've read about in the news will be for nothing. My heart goes out to those in NY who have to deal with this, what a damn slap in the face not to mention one of the most idiotic ideas I have seen so far!

Security threats inside and out for 9/11 trial

So fortunate to have seen and been part of...

Been thinking about my dad off and on the last few weeks. Maybe it's the holidays approaching...I think about him at least once a day so when I mention the previous thinking, I mean really really thinking.

I miss him, I miss his jolly laugh, I miss his phone messages telling me to just throw the phone away if I wasn't gonna answer it...all his wit and charm. Some days I still live in denial and pretend that the last couple years never happened. It just makes it simpler sometimes. Other days I'm in a panic because I swore to myself that I would never forget that laugh that always warmed my heart to the core and I must shut out all the noise around me to bring that laughter to my ears...and to my relief, it's there loud and clear.

I don't often talk about my feelings about this with anyone only because I never know when the tears will come. My tears are pretty unpredictable since his death and my sensitivity level has definitely increased a bit. I have much more passion about life, my husband and my kids...those who have been here for all of this. Even Pat doesn't know how often I think about my father but I'm sure he isn't blind or clueless. He has known me for 24 1/2 years....he knows but I like to pretend he doesn't.

We visited my mom last weekend. It was a very nice time and long overdue!!! But during the visit, I asked my mom about my grandmother's ring, the one my father wanted me to have and some other things I had at their place...after awhile my mom asked if I wanted to go get my stuff and the ring. In my wildest dreams, the emotions that ran through me, my heart at that moment---I still cannot explain it.

The ring is nothing spectacular and I was told this many times by both my mom and dad...I never met my father's parents, I never knew them but I now have a piece of them on my finger. Some small token of how petite my grandmother may have been. There are so many feelings I have when I look at this ring, soooo many. So many questions that will never have complete answers...

Even though I never spoke to my father every week, he was a huge part of my life, a huge part of me, and a very huge influence on me. I spent a lot of time with him while I was growing up...vacations, weekends at the cabin, in his garage 'helping' him fix cars. I followed him around like he was the Pied Piper and I suppose like any little girl, daddy was the light of my life. And we never really spoke, he would sing silly songs to me, ask me to get this or that or he would call me a pickle-puss or phonie-honie and my obvious favorite was screwy louie. Of course I had another nickname that I don't believe I've ever mentioned...that would be Bubbles.

I was fortunate...I am the youngest of eight kids...because my folks struggled to get the other seven all their needs and made sure their lives were laid out as best as my folks could do, I got the best part of my parents...the tail end of their parenting days. I've said before that my siblings have called me spoiled...I didn't choose my place in the family, I didn't ask for much from my folks nor did I get much...just their time.

I was just the fortunate one who got to enjoy them when life wasn't quite as stressful and busy for them. I wouldn't say I was spoiled, I would say I was pretty fortunate and lucky to have all the time I did get with my folks. And I cherish that with every fiber of my being.

Times weren't exactly ideal when I was growing up...all that mattered to me was that I was part of my parents lives. I was part of many things that I don't look upon negatively but as a great learning experience. Of course in those younger days of driving cross country as a 13 year old, I hated every minute of being in the same car but that's besides the point. As I grew older, I began to realize the gifts my parents gave to me during those long car rides or those boring weekends at the cabin...a rare glimpse of who they were...their laughter, their bickering, their conversations, them agreeing on something and making decisions together.

Those memories of my parents, of my mom's laughing, my father's snide comments or riddles...these are those things I've been thinking of so very much the last couple weeks. Occasionally my eyes begin to sting a bit or I find myself smiling when I come out of a deep moment of daydreaming.

I don't know the why's of all of this, just that the hole in my heart is not healing but filling with different kinds of realizations and understandings but mostly with admiration and love for two people -- my mom and dad -- who both granted me access to a part of their life that my siblings will never know. Maybe they do, I don't know but within me, I was the only child who went on those three week long drives and had to spend nights in hotels with my mom and dad. I wish for the sake of my siblings that they could have seen this, could have been part of this. I hold this memory very selfishly because it is mine to hold. I cannot change how this happened nor would I ever want to.

Thank a Vet

Picture courtesy of The Idiot Speaketh

They shall not grow old as we who are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them... show your respect to all the brave who have lost their lives for our country, and to those still serving. Veterans day. Never forget.

(From a friends status on Facebook....too beautiful not to share. Thank you to all those selfless enough to think of our freedom........)

Moments in time....

We went fishing yesterday...trying to enjoy what seems to be a small stretch of beautiful fall weather. We didn't catch much but hey, I was the one who caught two bass, a crappie and a handful of sunfish. Pat and our son caught a small handful of sunnies and a couple crappies ... but I must gloat..I caught the only bass.

Life has been pretty fast paced around here. Work, school, meetings, kids functions....that unbelievable pace that most have these days. Not to mention there's only so much daylight after work so it seems like our nights are shorter and the things we do do are crammed into a small window.

Pat and I sat and listened to a dvd sent to him by a guy he used to play guitar with. It sure did bring back a lot of memories. Pat with his long hair singing his heart out playing some old songs he hasn't played in years! The best part of that is Pat has vowed to pick up his guitar again and start playing. Of course he told me I would have to start singing back up vocals with him again...egads, that outta be interesting. We haven't done that in a VERY long time but I must admit, I do miss it. Singing with him and helping him or better put, trying to help him write songs. I'm much better at planting ideas than I am at telling him chords since I don't know any on the guitar. I prefer to help with lyrics.....

The kids are all doing great, trudging right along, growing up, changing our lives with each passing day. Ah, life is good. We've got a good family here even if they make me go grrrrr every once in awhile. In the end, they are our family and we take what comes with the moments....moments are just that, moments; cherish, laugh, love and live them to the fullest!

Have a great night all...until next time

Just too disgusted for words

Our son is 10, he's a great great kid with rare moments of defiance and back talking. But overall, he's just an all around rambunctious boy.

Reading this article just makes all sorts of things go through my head...mostly, WHY???? The fact that the mother brought this child back in the house when he tried to escape...will she also be charged with endangerment and aiding and abetting?

A boy must be pretty desperate to seek refuge in an oven!!! And then for his own father (or mother???) to turn it on while he's hiding?

Oh, and along the abusive lines...this daycare provider has been safety-pinning daycare kids to beds after taking their arms out of their jammies and pinning the material together behind their backs making kiddie straight jacket. Eight years she's been getting away with this...what the hell is wrong with people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Play Rangers, the new 'parent'

Wow, imagine being unable to go to a park with your own child..having to watch from outside the perimeter while the 'play-rangers' stand guard.

Is the UK a stomping ground for pedophiles? Are all parents a danger to other people's children? This is absolutely insane and infuriating! Seriously, why don't these citizens of this really messed up place just have kids and turn them over to the 'play-rangers' since they are more qualified it seems than the parents. Instead of allowing people to just have kids maybe instead of conducting a criminal check on them AFTER those kids are born they should do so BEFORE that child is conceived to make sure they aren't going to rape them.

I understand looking out for the kids but ... REALLY?????

Hmmm.....wonder when the great old US of A is going to start doing this.....

BOO!

It's going to be one cold walk in the neighborhoods tonight but the last few years have been pretty good to us. So no complaints here, the kids are numb to the cold and will have a warm vehicle to seek some thawing out in.

I'm very grateful we didn't get that snow they did in Colorado! I remember back in 1991, when we were dumped on, trudging through the neighborhood with our daughter in a spica cast! Snow up to my knees and cold but determined to get our little girl some candy!

Hope everyone has a wonderful Halloween and stays safe and warm......

Just call me "B"

My friend 'M' sent me this and because I'm in one of those moods today just wanted to post it. I've seen it before and it certainly sums me up! Thanks 'M'. :0)

FINALLY -
Someone is bitchy enough to say it like it REALLY is!

When I stand up for
myself and my beliefs,
they call me a bitch.

When I stand up for
those I love,
they call me a bitch.

When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts
or do things my own way, they call me a bitch.

Being a bitch
means I won't
compromise what's
in my heart.

It means I live my life MY way.

It means I won't allow anyone to step on me.

When I refuse to
tolerate injustice and
speak against it, I am
defined as a bitch.

The same thing happens when I take time for
myself instead of being everyone's maid, or when I act a little selfish.

It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I 'should' be.

I am outspoken, opinionated and determined. I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that!

So try to stomp on me, just try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me.

You won't succeed. And if that makes me a bitch so be it. I embrace the title and am proud to bear it.

Great night with some dear friends and our family...

Last night was a night to remember. We decided to have one of our Halloween parties...the whole deal, haunted woods, bonfire, food, treats, friends...holy moly, what a great night it was. Many friends came and helped make this party the most successful one yet...kids were running out of the woods screaming, witches were getting stuck in trees and tripping while trying to scare, chain saws and firecrackers were going off as the ghoul would jump from the fallen tree about 6 1/2 feet off the ground, camera flashes were being randomly set off as the monster would come from behind....oh so many events were going on in those woods this year. I went through with a first grader though cuz the only way she would go was if there was no noise and no scaring....I was chicken cuz I kind of figured between friends and hubby and family I would have gotten the works...no thanks...hearing the screaming going on back there I figured it was best for me to stay put at the entrance and sending the kids and adults to demons that lurked!

Pat and I are quite sore and exhausted from all the preparation and clean up but it's an accomplished exhausted. This was the third party like this we've had. We don't have them very often because they are so much work!!! But in the end, so very worth it.

The kids have been doing nothing but talking about it all day so I'm thinking if anything, it was a success. We could not have pulled it off without the help of our friends and family though.....THANK YOU to everyone who helped us out, you made this party so worth all the backaches and knee aches!!!

Now it's over, one more week and it's Halloween and then time to hibernate for the winter.....What a depressing thought!

Life is good, family is healthy, friends aplenty....what more could we ask for.

We are outta here

The kids are all doing a lot better...fevers are finally gone for all of them, just dealing with the tail end which means, coughs. Maybe our kids were all very lucky but the H1N1 virus is a nagging, fast acting, extremely contagious flu. Fevers were high, we had to take our boy in to ER but overall, it's a flu.

I've had the flu in the past (years and years ago) and was laid up for days and days with it..high fever, body aches, stuffy head, cough, etc. I almost think this flu wasn't nearly as bad, it's just one that action needs to be taken on sooner rather than later. All who had it the past week in our family were into the doc within a couple days ... or more accurately, calls were made. Tamiflu was prescribed for 3 of the 4 infected with it and they are all doing great. Our son did not get the Tamiflu so it's hanging around a bit longer and we dealt with some dehydration and high fevers. My advice, if you find yourself getting sick, a fever of any kind, take action and be on top of the virus. But hey, that's just me, I'm no doctor!

Pat and I are heading out of this place for a couple days....after the last few weeks we've had, a vacation is sounding pretty heavenly...ahhhh.

Hope everyone is doing great....

Dumb global warming..I want it to be hot out!

...next thing you know Gore and his cronies will start taking credit for this cold weather....their efforts are working, the earth is cooling!

SICK, H1N1, SICK, KIDS, UGH!!!!!!!!!!

It has been a hell of a week around here....sickness has been plaguing our home like you wouldn't believe and I am at my wits end with worry, fear and frustration!

The week started with our daughter having a high fever, bad cough, body aches, headache...that led me to call the doc. I sat on hold for 2 hours all told and she was prescribed Tamiflu...for high risk people. She's had asthma and respiratory issues in her past...so that had me freaking out.By Wednesday I was a basket-case but she was actually on the road to a very speedy recovery.

On Thursday, we kept her home one more day just to be sure it was over and so she could get some of her homework caught up; however, our boy woke up with 101.8 fever, just as I was thinking we had all managed to slip past this. He was doing pretty good last night after a day of up and down temps, one at 102...and pretty energetic before he went off to bed.

I woke this morning to him having a fever of 103.8 and very lethargic, weak, and a headache so bad he couldn't even sit up. All he wanted to do was close his eyes and be left alone but he hadn't gone to the bathroom yet, he wasn't drinking for me, he wasn't hungry, nothing....he looked like death...sounds morbid? My feelings were pretty morbid this morning after I was told he more than likely has H1N1 and he should probably go to the ER if his headache didn't subside or his temp didn't come down; this was nearly an hour after I had given him Motrin I should add and the headache wasn't budging, the fever was but very slowly.

So after a couple calls to a friend who's been dealing with sick kids for the past 2 weeks and to Pat and to work, Pat said, 'Bring him in'. On our way out the door, GD4 vomited all the fluids I did manage to get in him ... all I could do was look and think, oh my god, this child is really sick...iv, hospital, as tears stung my eyes.

We got there and the nurse, took his temp, asked him questions, etc..I just have to ask, why is it when you get your kid to the doctor, how come all those symptoms that were there on the drive there are magically gone? GD4 was a totally different kid at the doctor's office...talking, laughing, color coming back to his face and his terrible headache was nearly gone....although by the time we left, it was bad again.

So the nurse gave him an anti-nausea medicine and we waited for him to have to go to the bathroom....about 2 hours later, he did. He was partially dehydrated as my friend suspected, thank you T, but not so much that he required an iv, thank god cuz I think I would have lost it.

As the doc went through the care instructions and what we need to do for all his symptoms, it was at that point our son was verbally diagnosed with the H1N1 virus. While I don't like to say its a confirmed thing, after hearing from GD1's fiance that he was tested and confirmed with this virus, I have to believe that it is in fact true.

Our Wee Man (grandson) is also sick and we're all hoping that he doesn't get much worse.

I just wish to put this week behind us and hope that tomorrow our boy will wake up feeling better than today. And I also really really hope that once he's healthy and B and the baby are better that we will all enjoy the health that we all take for granted!!!!

Happy Anniversary Patrick

Today marks 21 years of marriage to my man. Wow, what a great ride it's been all these years. The ups, the downs, the laughs, the tears...every last one of the emotions that come with growing old with the man I love!

Seems so long ago that we walked down that aisle to make this life long commitment to each other. We were young and so in love, no one ever thought we would survive, they chalked up our decision to marry as young and in love and dumb. How very wrong they were, how very blind they were to the strength and the bond that Patrick and I shared then and still do even today.

Love is a wonderful feeling, a wonderful way to wake up in the morning. It hasn't always been easy sailing, times when one or the other just wants to throw in the towel and walk away....marriage is too underrated these days. People cannot seem to stick it out and work out their issues and that alone is very sad.

I watched my parents struggle through 50+ years of marriage and it was not an easy time of it for them either..but they stuck it out, they hung on, they woke each morning and went on with their day. They taught me marriage is work, marriage is worth all the blood, sweat, and tears. Loving another so deeply...oh man, I just cannot begin to say how very glad I am to love this much and this deeply...

I can only say to you Patrick....Happy Anniversary and thank you for being there for me through so very much all these years!!!!

Can things be any more outrageous?

Dallas woman fuming over smoking neighbor at complex

I suppose the woman and her daughter could have the privilege of purchasing the townhome and making it their own smoke free environment. I suppose the she could have the privilege of choosing another place to live knowing FULL well the complex was not a smoke free environment. I suppose that perhaps she chose to live here so in the future she could sue someone and make a few extra dollars.

No matter, this woman will now say she is forever disabled because of a smoker. People and their judgments and accusations about smoking get more crap in their lungs walking along a street where cars drive by, but no matter, it's because of us evil smokers that everyone is going to die someday! Holy S*#@!!! But hey, where can I get me one of these masks, would love to have one, they are so stylish...oh, is owning one of these a privilege too??? I better find out.

NY, NY, NEEEEWWWW YORKKKKKKKKK!!!!

MANDATORY flu shot for health care workers....hmmmm, that is really stepping on some rights of those who don't want to get the shot. Oh, well, I guess it's no worse than what they're doing to smokers these days...you go New York....

I used to wanna go visit NY but I must say, the more I read about their crazy ideas that eventually spread all over our 'FREE' country, the more I see them as the culprit to all the freedoms being ripped away from us....I have some choice words but will refrain.