Wizbang's Jay Tea requested topics awhile back and I suggested a post about Southpark Republicans and the Religious Right. Here it is. (May 12th post)

Jay is a Southpark Republican, so I don't think he really understands social conservatives and that's fine. Just let us fight for what we believe in. Keep voting for our guys to win and we can get along great.

Probably the most insane conspiracy theory out there ever is the one that says Bush (and specifically Cheney, as shown in this article) somehow concocted 9-11 in order to start the war in Iraq. Now I realize that most liberals don't believe this, but every once in a while you come across a rant such as this and you either have to laugh or just feel sorry for the guy. I do both. Here is his plea after explaining how Bush and the media lie, lie, and lie some more.


"What am I doing about the problem? I left a six figure career two years ago when I started this site. I have drained my savings account, ignored my friends, and denied myself the lifestyle that my intellect and ability permits, all to address the most egregious crimes committed by the people who lie to you ever breath they take. I tried to do something about the problem. I can't keep doing this. I am running out of savings. I DO NOT TAKE ANY MONEY FROM THE DONATIONS MADE TO THIS SITE!!! I NEED YOUR HELP! SPREAD THE WORD AND GET ANGRY!"

A six figure salary huh? Guess that proves you can make a lot of money without actually having any sense.

Ace put up a post over at his place asking for people's dorkiest moments and he is over the 300 mark now and let me tell you, dorkier stories you will not hear anywhere.

Anyway, I thought I might turn that around a bit and ask you to tell me your most romantic or sweet stories. Names, of course, can be changed to protect the innocent.

Thought this might be an interesting picture to caption. Go for it!

Ace is on top of 2 great stories with links.

CBS lies to us again.

Harry Reid breaks another Senate taboo. This time it goes beyond the pale.

This was an interesting news bit I came across:

Compassion & Choices -- "which advocates a 'peaceful and humane death' for braindamaged patients, such as the late Terri Schiavo" -- "is trying to honor CNN NewsNight anchor Aaron Brown at its May 19 star-studded benefit for his coverage of the Schiavo story,"

The story goes on to say:

But a CNN spokesperson says "Aaron personally and respectfully declined...He felt it was inappropriate to accept the award from an advocacy organization, however worthy." via Mediabistro

Sorry, I don't call starving a person to DEATH for TWO WEEKS a "peaceful and humane death." Give me a freakin break. You can say you thought it better that she be dead. You can say you don't think she had "quality of life." You can say that you believe she wouldn't have wanted to live that way, but DON'T say that the actual death was anything but the gruesome spectacle it was.

And isn't it nice that an anchor on CNN news is so BIASED on this issue that an ADVOCACY group wants to award him for his bias?
And isn't it nice that even in saying how inappropriate it would be to accept such an award, they say HOW WORTHY it is.

And CNN wonders why Fox is beating the hell out of them in the ratings.

CNBC's talk show Dennis Miller's last show will be tomorrow on Friday, May 13.

That's too bad. Miller was the Poster Boy for Southpark Republicans. He was an atheist, but a strong patriot and believer in American values. He believed in President Bush and he believed in this war and he honored our soldiers every chance he got. He may have disagreed with Bush on some things, but he knew what was the most important things and felt Bush was the best man for the job.

I thought he was funny and irreverent and smart. He also didn't mind letting the other person get the laughs. That is rare for the business he is in.

Maybe Fox will snap him up. I hope so.

Mediabistro gives us Fox making fun of CNN:

Let's Play Jeopardy!

Jeopardy! is celebrating CNN's 25th anniversary this week. According to this press release, the contestants are testing "their knowledge of the world with Jeopardy! questions, some using CNN video of historic events and people over the years.

"The clever folks at Fox News are helping to celebrate CNN's 25th anniversary with some fun questions of their own in light of CNN's Jeopardy! appearances:

1. Answer: The only niche network in cable history to lose its number one standing to an upstart.
Question: What is CNN?

2. Answer: The number of consecutive months CNN has been getting beat by FNC.
Question: What is 40?

3. Answer: The number of CNN employees laid off during the AOL Time Warner merger debacle.
Question: What is 400?

4. Answer: The CNN anchor who continued playing a round of golf after the Columbia Space Shuttle tragedy occurred.
Question: Who is Aaron Brown?

5. Answer: The CNN morning curmudgeon who ran over a bike messenger and fled the scene.
Question: Who is Jack Cafferty?

6. Answer: He told USA Today he "flooded the zone" during the recent tsunami disaster.
Question: Who is Jon Klein?

7. Answer: This was the month and year that FNC started clobbering CNN.
Question: What is January 2002?

8. Answer: This CNN executive made deals with murderous dictators in exchange for access.
Question: Who is Eason Jordan?

9. Answer: This CNN journalist was the voice of a Shrek 2 character and regularly does commercials endorsing Garlique & Welch’s grape juice.
Question: Who is Larry King?

10. Answer: This network president uttered the famous prediction in 2001 "Give us six months to a year and see what happens. We will be well ahead of Fox."
Question: Who is Jamie Kellner?

Heh.

Finally.

"Four days ago, Florida Gov. Jeb Bush signed a law slapping child molesters with a minimum prison sentence of 25 years "followed by probation or community control for the remainder of the person's natural life." During such probation, the offender must "be electronically monitored." Grope a 15-year-old, and you'll be wearing a satellite-linked ankle bracelet that tells the cops where you are every minute until the day you die." via Slate.com

This is LONG overdue and it needs to be in every state. I am sick and tired of these predators getting out of prison and attacking again.

SICK. OF. IT.

A Quick Note from RightwingDaughter

Thank you, to all the people who complimented my post! Ya'll are too sweet! Although I am disappointed with how some of ya'll interpreted what I typed. Or in a more clarified manner, misunderstood. My mother by no means, FORCED me to listen to talk radio. She listened to it in the car, and well... Do you like it when someone changes the station when you're listening to something?...I know I don't... Ask my mom ! Also, one can't really tell how I argue or what exactly I believe by my post, but I am very open minded about certain things. My best friend is atheist and some of my good friends are liberal (not radically though) No offense, but even if I don't know if they are radical liberals, I can figure it out just by talking to them for a few minutes with out even mentioning politics or value issues. They tend to cook my grits a bit faster than others. For all you Yankees (haha)... that means they annoy me quicker than others.I didn't have much time to finish the post so I kind of ended it briefly. But if ya'll are lucky I might bust out another one sometime ! Thanks Again !

Bolton goes forward.

Yahoo News:

"The Foreign Relations Committee voted 10-8 along party lines to advance Bolton's nomination without the customary recommendation that the Senate approve it."

This whole thing was so stupid and unnecessary. The American people are SICK of this kind of behavior. Yes, I know the Republicans have done similar things, but at least it was within committees and not the public flogging of someone. Either way, it is time for it to stop.

Now.

The President will win this one and when and if the Democrats ever again elect another President, don't be shocked when nominations get bottled up with unprecedented behavior as well, unless you start acting like statesmen and do the right thing.

I hope you feel like reading a short story today, because that is what I felt like writing.

It was the fall of 1976 when Sarah met him. It was at the local library of all places. A place she would go to escape her life and people. She would find a book, settle in a comfortable chair and lose herself in that book until the lights flickered, letting people know the library was closing. Then she would look up and realize where she was and sigh.

That day he was sitting next to her and commented on the book she was reading. She looked over at him.
“Excuse me?” she said.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help it. I just finished that book. It keeps getting better, I promise.” He smiled. She just kept looking at him. He was handsome. His clothes were perfect and well made. She suddenly realized she had been staring. “Oh, well…yes. It is good so far.” She tried to think of something witty to say. She used to be so good at that. So good at flirting. It wasn’t like riding a bike. She just sat there feeling like an idiot.
“My name is Steve Hardin," he said, "I’ve noticed you here before. You love to read as much as I do.” He was still smiling.
“I’m….I’m Sarah.”

And so it began. A turning point really. Some might call it a gift.

Sarah was 38, but looked younger. She had always been very pretty and still was. She was married with 3 kids ages 9 to 15. 2 boys and a girl. Her girl was the oldest. At 15 she was driving Sarah crazy. Every day was a drama. The boys were easier emotionally, but physically they needed constant attention. She was always driving from one practice to another. Someone always needed something from her. And that was fine because this was the life she chose. Her children were her heart, her life. Sarah had little to complain about. Her husband made good money and she could stay home, hire help with the house. There were no financial worries and that was a blessing right there. She was a good mother, a good wife, and a good friend. She had a lot to be proud of.

Sarah started seeing Steve at the library every week. They usually talked about the books they had read. Sometimes they would go out for coffee afterwards. It never felt like a date. The flirting that Sarah had feared she had lost came back to her, but it wasn’t necessary. Steve was easy going and once you got past his looks it wasn’t hard to feel comfortable around him. He didn’t seem to be wanting anything from Sarah, just conversation. They became friends. He told her about his businesses, of which he had several. She assumed he was very successful because of the way he dressed and the car he drove. It wasn’t until almost 6 months of knowing each other that Sarah read about him in a local paper and discovered that he was a millionaire. She asked him about it next time she saw him.
“So you’re a millionaire? Huh?” she asked.
He laughed, “you saw the paper. All I have done my whole life is work hard. You know that about me.”
“I’m impressed,” she smiled at him.
“Don’t be.”

Sarah knew Steve was lonely. Why else would he spend time with her? She had asked him once why he didn’t seem to date anyone. His answer was vague and he changed the subject. But as they grew closer he hinted that he might be gay. That made sense to Sarah. It explained why he spent time with her and listened to her talk about her kids. She figured that he didn’t want his business associates to know he was gay. Maybe he just didn’t want that lifestyle. She tried to get him to open up about it, but in that one area he simply wouldn’t, so she let it drop. He had wicked sense of humor and could always make her laugh. He told her that she was refreshingly sweet. Sweeter than anyone he had ever known. They seemed to click in an odd way.

He told her once that he had read a legend that at the beginning of the world there were only a few tribes of people and everyone on the earth now descended from those tribes. He said the legend went on to say that now, every so often, one meets someone from the same tribe. That was how he felt about her. When he told her that, she felt a warm flood of happiness wash over her. It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her.

She finally got to see where he lived one evening when her husband was out of town. She got a babysitter and went to his house for dinner. It was a grand house, beautifully decorated. They ate at a small table off the large kitchen by a roaring fire. The fireplace was a work of art. It was like being somewhere in Europe, dining at a small expensive bistro. They drank wine and laughed. Later she took off her shoes to feel the plush carpet in the large living area. She curled up next to him on the couch and laid her head on his shoulder. By this time they knew each other so well. They had told each other about their childhood and everything up to this point. He turned to her then and simply asked, “What is your secret?” She raised her head and looked at him and said, “I never thought anyone would ever ask me that.”

And she told him.

Sarah had stopped loving her husband years ago. She wasn’t sure what had happened, but something had. Soon after their 3rd child was born her husband changed. He had always been an easygoing guy, very sweet. Everyone thought so. But he began to be mean. He would snap at her. He got into the habit of not answering her questions if he thought they were stupid or not worthy of an answer. His temper became worse. Not to the point of physical abuse, but close. He nagged and complained. Sarah worked hard to make him happy. She desperately wanted the children to have a happy childhood. She did everything she could to make his life easy, and it did help. There would be months and months when he seemed like his old self, but the temper always returned. Sadly. Sarah realized that she no longer loved him, but there was no way she would hurt her children with divorce. No way. She did what she had to do. She put her husband in a little box in her head. When he wasn’t around she never thought about him. When he was, she pretended to love him. It wasn’t that she was unhappy. She wasn’t. She lived a good life. She had great friends and enjoyed her children so much. There was just that little box of unhappiness and she could live with that. After all, didn’t some people live with so much worse?

Steve listened quietly as Sarah poured out her story. He could see the relief she felt in just telling it. He wiped away her tears and held her to him.

“You are a brave woman Sarah.” He said softly.

Now she felt free to tell him about the times her husband made her feel so bad. She had someone to tell how she would carefully work around anything that might set him off. Steve asked her once to tell him the truth, had her husband ever physically abused her?
“No,” she assured him, “He came close a few times, but no. And it always scared me.”
“Well I understand that,” Steve replied.
She shook her head, “No, you don’t understand. You see, I knew that if he did, I would have to leave him. So I was so afraid that he would and so afraid that he wouldn’t.”
Steve looked at her, “You’re trapped, aren’t you?”
“I suppose I am,” she said sadly.

For 2 years Sarah and Steve shared dinners and coffee and then he offered her a job as his assistant. He told her she could work anytime. She could still be there when her kids got home from school. She wasn’t sure. She knew her husband wouldn’t mind, but something didn’t seem right.

A few days later she told Steve about how emotionally exhausted she was trying to keep her husband from losing his temper with the kids. She had learned how to handle him for years now, but the kids were older now and didn’t want to put up with his temper. She was constantly playing referee. She was so tired. They were sitting on Steve’s couch drinking an expensive wine. Suddenly Steve blurted out, “I have something to tell you.”
“Ok,” she said.
“I have put $500,000 in a bank account in the Cayman Islands with your name on it. I want you to take the kids and leave him. This is no life for you. Other people do this all the time. You need a home of your own. You need a life of your own.”

Sarah was shocked. She couldn’t believe he had done this. She hugged him tightly and began to cry. “I will love you forever for trying to help me. But money isn’t the answer. I cannot take my children away from their father. He may not be a good husband, but he is a good father and they love him very much.”
Steve held her close, “you must think of yourself Sarah.”
“No, I can’t do that. Thank you so much Steve. I wish you knew how much you mean to me.”

And then Steve kissed her.

And she kissed him back. It was a very good kiss. Sarah felt like she was falling into that kiss. When it was over she just looked at him. “I’m not gay,” he said simply, “I usually hint that with women until I know them well enough to know they aren’t after me for my money. I’m sorry I did that to you because…. I love you.”

Sarah couldn’t speak. And then she began to weep. Thinking that Steve was gay had kept hope away. She finally managed, “Oh God, I love you too.” And then she ran out of his house and drove away.

She wouldn’t answer his phone calls. He came by her house and she wouldn’t answer the door. She never went to the library. Mostly, when she was alone, she cried.

One day she was sitting on the floor folding clothes in her bedroom. She heard something. She stood up and suddenly in the doorway, there he was.
“The door was unlocked. I’m sorry,I had to see you Sarah.” Steve looked like he hadn’t slept in days. “Your shirt is wrinkled. I don’t think I have ever seen you in a wrinkled shirt before,” Sarah said, trying to hide the trembling in her voice. He took her hand and they sat on her couch. He told her how lonely he had been without her. He told that no woman had ever touched his heart the way that she had. He also told her that he knew that she would never leave her husband for him and he understood why.
“I know that there are some things that are greater than what we want for ourselves. I know that your kids mean more to you than loving someone else. It is one of the things I love most about you. You are unselfish and giving. I hope that one day your children realize how very much they are loved.”

Sarah started to speak, but Steve stopped her, “My only regret is that I have given you another little box to carry. The one where your love for me is kept now. When you take that box out, I hope and pray that it will give you comfort and not pain.”

Steve reached out and held Sarah. Her heart ached. Can one survive this much pain? She wondered. She touched his face. She ran her finger down his cheek.
“You have given me back a part of myself I thought was lost forever. The part that loves a man. My love for you will always be there, pushing me forward, making me strong. You made me strong, Steve.”

He kissed her and she kissed him and they both tasted each other’s tears.

She would read about him in the paper now and then. Some business venture, but never another woman. Her children grew and left for college, then married and started to have babies of their own. She cherished her grandchildren. Her husband did grow mellow with age. It was better than before, and he did love her, but for her there was never again that love for him. She loved the way he loved his kids and grandkids. She was glad that there was this home and family they had built. She had been happy for the most part. When she missed Steve the most she would comfort herself with the knowledge that for a short time in her life she had known this love. She was grateful for that. She held on to that like a warm blanket.

Sometimes she would see herself in that mansion on the hill sleeping beside the man she loved. She would imagine that life that most would have easily chosen. But Sarah knew that she had done what she had to do. Life is a mixture of love and sorrow. We make choices and they affect the ones we love, even when they don’t realize it.

There were promises to be kept and she had kept them.

I had to laugh at something I heard on the news the other day. The anchor and another person were discussing Scott Peterson being transfered to death row in prison. The guest said that "the death row community" seemed to be fine with him.

What?????? Since when do we call it "the death row community??"
And why wouldn't they be fine with it? They are sick murderers as well...Helloooo!

Prisoner 1: I'm not so sure about the Peterson guy. I don't know if he will fit into our community.

Prisoner 2: Yeah, I know what you mean. I hear he keeps a picture of Lacy in his cell. That is just creepy man!!!

Prisoner 1: True. Plus, he is just too cute. Not that I swing that way, except every other thursday, but he doesn't even have a tattoo and he has all his teeth. What kinda death row inmate is that??? I just don't see him fitting in.

Prisoner 2: No, me either. Oh....I got dibs on him for our 'welcome' committee meeting! Heh.

Prisoner 1: Damn!

White Trash Wednesday!
Here are the WTW bloggers! Enjoy!

I have been reading some Southpark Republican blogs lately about how sick they are of us religious right going on and one about these pesky moral issues. They seem to be mad at Bush as well. I told one of them that Bush is doing exactly what he said he would do. That Bush made it clear that he was concerned about the moral issues that confront us. Like abortion, and gay marriage, and the end of life issues that the Terri Schavio case brought to us.

The Terri Schavio thing really ticked them off. Why pay so much attention to it? What did it really matter? And therein lies the difference between us.

It mattered a hell of a lot.

It mattered because life matters. It mattered because it was WRONG. Should we be silent when we see injustice? We voted for Bush for many of the same reasons the Southpark Republicans did. A strong military and the war on terror. But we also saw the bigger picture of who Bush was. A man who saw the darkness of our culture. He never pretended otherwise. He was always upfront on the issues that the religious right care about.

So.. stop your whining. You know who you are.

Reuters - Mon May 9, 6:28 AM ET North Korean children play a shooting game with a toy gun aiming at a portrait of U.S. President George W. Bush at Namjun kindergarten in Shinwiju, Pyongan-Budo, North Korea. The photo was released by Korean Central News Agency (KCNA) on May 9, 2005. (Reuters)


Well, isn't that special?

Here is an interesting article in National Geographic about how to teach the theories of evolution and intelligent design. It's called 'Does "Intelligent Design" Threaten the Definition of Science?'

I like this idea of teaching. It would seem to satisfy both sides if both sides were reasonable. Here is an excerpt:

"The approach steers clear of teaching intelligent-design theory in the schools (the Discovery Institute believes the theory is too new to be required). Instead, "teach the controversy" promotes teaching "all the evidence relating to evolutionary theory," West said.
Included in the evidence are what the Discovery Institute views as legitimate criticisms of evolutionary theory, such as the limits of natural selection and random mutation in explaining the explosion of new body plans during the Cambrian period (about 570 million years ago).
"If high school or college students are capable of understanding evidence for evolution, certainly they could understand scientific criticisms of key parts of the theory, particularly the limit to the creative power of selection and random mutation," West said."

Makes sense to me. Put it all out there and let the students decide. I think we call that...thinking.

"Hoist the Black Flag" Debuts!

Ya'll need to check out Ace's and Karol's new show today on Rightalk Radio 3pm ET and repeated every hour on the hour. Ace is all the "mystery" man and won't even tell CNN who he is, which just drives me crazy. So listen and if anyone can recognize him as a famous voice, let me know!!!

What would Arianna Do?

Well, the debut of the celebrity laden blog by Arianna Huffington has begun. Is it any surprise that she has ticked me off right off the bat? Her first post is titled "What Would Jesus Do.... With Tom Delay?" Here is an excerpt:

"Any sincere religious expression on DeLay’s part would have started with basic contrition and ended with taking his misbegotten donations and distributing them to the poor. Instead he offered a blanket general prayer about the need for operating with "a humble heart". Amen, and pass me them plane tickets to Russia!"

This is truly hilarious coming from a woman who I heard on the radio going on and on about the environment and SUV's and when asked about her traveling the world in private jets she replied, " I only go on jets that are already going there."...LOL!!! Well, that makes it fine to WASTE ALL THAT FUEL AND YUCK UP THE OZONE THEN!

She goes on and on about golf trips and luxury hotels paid by lobbyists for Delay. She asks over and over.....Would Jesus do these things? PLEASE! Hey! Arianna! Would Jesus have $300 spa days regularly? Would Jesus wear thousand dollar designer suits daily? Would Jesus spend more on makeup than the GNP of most third world countries? How many luxury golf and resort trips have you gone on? To quote the Good Book sugar, get the board out of your own eye before you get the speck out of your brother's.

This is a woman who thought it was GREAT to be a Republican until her mega rich husband lost his run for the Senate and then told her he was gay.

Ouch. I know that hurt. But do you really have to go to the dark side to remake yourself? Because it has been nothing but embarrassing.

BAGHDAD (AP) — American troops backed by helicopters and war planes launched a major offensive against followers of Iraq's most wanted insurgent, Abu Musab al-Zarqawi, in a desert area near the Syrian border, and as many as 100 militants were killed, U.S. officials said Monday.

Read the rest. News we like to read.

The winner!!!!

Until Stacy got the first look at her prom hairdo, she had no idea her hairdresser's previous job was at Dairy Queen.--Darleen

This site is saying this:

"This Tuesday, the US Senate is scheduled to vote on the implementation of a national ID card system. The Real ID Act is nothing less than a Real National ID Act. The only thing left to the individual states is to decide which pretty picture they will choose to put on the card: everything else will be controlled by Washington DC bureaucrats."

Anyone else heard about this? Because I sure haven't.

I never cease to be amazed at the weirdness of the internet.

Here is a site that shows the Seven Deadly Sins....with Mr. Potato Heads. The pictures don't point out which sins are which. You have to figure that out yourself. Via boingboing

*note: Sorry, had the wrong link before. Thanks to Richard for letting me know.

I had heard of the "I had an abortion" t-shirts, but I honestly thought it was some kind of sick joke. But Noooooo....Partisan Pundit has the link to Planned Parenthood where they sell it proudly.

Partisan Pundit also wonders if this is in the future:

"Coming soon, the guaranteed to be a classic, "I Euthanized My Grandmother" baseball cap, in four fun and sylish colors!"

It may seem like a joke now, but then I thought the abortion t-shirt was.

Confessions of the daughter of a "right wing" fanatic

The following is written by Rightwingsparkle's 16 yr. old daughter (who wouldn't let me look at it)

Growing up I recall putting on my shiny black buckle up shoes and pulling on my Catholic school plaid jumper and sitting in front of the TV before I go to eat my daily breakfast from my most beloved mother.

On the TV was always ABC news or NBC news ( more so ABC because it was least liberal..ha! ) and me being of such young age, I was forbidden to touch the remote or even ask to change the channel to something more suitable for my young mind, like cartoons. We didn't have cable due to the fact my mother didn't want to fill our minds with the "hogwash" of the world. So, quietly and with out complaint, every morning my brothers and I would watch the news, and then in the car on the way to school listen to news talk radio. Very rarely was I allowed to listen to my favorite radio Disney CD, or pop in the brand new britney spears CD which I loved dearly (What was I thinking??). Overall, that was a typical morning in my earlier life.

My mother's opinion on political veiws has and will forever, I fear, have an enormous effect on me. I believe I was the only kid in my 4th grade class that knew what abortion was and the disgusting and disturbing routines of it's evil purpose. Also, I specifically remember getting sick to my stomach when someone would mention that they liked Bill Clinton. Now, don't all you liberals on this thing freak out on me. By that Bill Clinton comment I meant that they liked him as a person, not as a President.

Now things are still the same pretty much, except now we have cable. (with the V-chip of course!) Fox news was introduced to my mom, which, to her, was like a breath of fresh air. And now I am the only 10th grader in my class who can tell you who is the Sec. of State or the Sec. of defense and update anyone on the Iraq war as need be.

As you can see, all of my life I have been exposed to the news and political affairs. I also have a great passion for writing and art related subjects, which I'm pretty sure I got from listening to the news and arguing all those years. I took a Senior creative writing class this past year in which I was the only sophomore. I loved the class and I also loved my English class this past year as well. Mainly because I love the beauty in the written word and writing just comes so easy to me. Now I will admit I suck at math and geometry this year kicked my butt. I had to work hard, but the humorous thing about it was the kids that were good in math would make jokes to me when I didn't understand something in math that was so "simple" to them. But in then the next period- English, I would be raising my hand and they were the ones sitting in the back looking like God just tried to explain the meaning of life to them. Being a Christian girl, I would never make fun, although...I tend to be quite sarcastic to curb that craving to be rude. So as my math wiz class mates sit in a complete state of perplexity, scratching their heads, and stating the occasional "WHAT?" after a question of grammar was asked, I would turn around and smile and say, " Now you know how I feel in math class..." And typically I smile again, and turn around and raise my hand to answer the next question. If you ask my mother, it seems every day I come home from school with another argument or another story to tell about something that happened with me proving someone wrong --or--(something which RARELY happens )- someone proving me wrong. With these qualities I strive to be either a lawyer or a political journalist. I know these jobs would make me the most happy when I'm older.

My job right now, however, is far from any of my dreams of being a future Elle Woods, but it helps in another goal for my later adult life. I work at a daycare, I take care of the kids and make sure they are fed and play nice and at times, I get to punish them. This is a perfect job for me because I love kids. When you are around 30 different types of kids everyday, one tends to learn the importance of every ounce of attention a parent gives their kids. Sure I have many rebels and mischievous little devils that come in almost everyday, but when you are with them everyday and you see them cry ( by this I mean really cry. Yes, I can tell the difference between a fake cry and a hurt cry ) you begin to see the beauty in every child. Even the ones that push down and bully everyone or when you tell them to do something they stare at you like you've just spoken in a complete foreign language. I even have a kid that is Hispanic, mind you he speaks English extremely well, but he acts like he doesn't understand a bit of English when he's in trouble and starts speaking only in Spanish.

This is good training for being a mom. I hope to have lots of kids because they really are the meaning of life. Once our society realizes this, our world will be a lot better off.

My mom may be a "right wing" fanatic to many of you, but to me she is just a great mom.