Enormous changes would follow,

Changes that would not make me popular

Politicians would hate me because my words are  not hollow.

First day on the job

I would bring our troops home and abolish the patriot act,

From all over the world they would come

To protect our home land that's a fact.

Presidential Order HR5301

For reasons of National Security Protection of our borders,

No more wars over oil

If they want to eat the world can submit their orders.

Every outside threat to American Citizens

Will be swiftly dealt with without a warning shot,

A fact will be spoken and not a lie

For the world will know not to threaten and plot.

Nuclear Fallout

How will they prepare,

No more American kids lost to war

We are not the ones they need to scare.

Democratic and Republican Parties

Will be no more,

I will see to that with

Presidential Order HR5304.

Those thieves and liars now sitting in congress

Your next on the chopping block,

New Independent Representatives to be elected on Presidential Order HR5302

We The People have decided to close the halls of congress with a chain and lock.

Presidential Order HR5303

Insures all Americans free health care and food to eat,

All farmers will be paid to grow healthy crops of

Vegetables, Livestock, Corn, Rice and Wheat.

American companies will have one chance

Come back and hire hard working Americans,

Presidential Order HR5305 will make sure they understand

That if they choose not to come back their fates will be the same as Democrats and Republicans.

With Presidential Order HR5306 Restoration of the Constitution

There will be no doubt,

I am a President of The People for The People

Everyone will know what I am all about.

Presidential Order HR5307 would insure no more Trade Deficit

We would not accept product from the world without equal American Products being sent,

You and I both know that this will only happen

IF I WAS ELECTED PRESIDENT.

Written by JD Sparks

Hmm, het lijkt wel een terugkerend thema bij Omtersaaist...

Porque no fui yo quien se acobardó
porque fuiste tu quien huyó
fue así como murió
este amor entre los dos.

Porque no fui yo quien le cuidó
porque fuiste tu quien le protegió
tal vez te confundió este amor
pero a mi me mato.

Porque no fui yo
porque fuiste tú
quien se enamoro.

Porque no fui yo
te amo.

Porqué dejaste que te sedujera
porqué tuve conocerte aquí
porqué tan tarde.

Porqué corriste hacia el olvido
porqué no dejaste mi recuerdo en tu corazón.

Porqué los cantos, caricias y besos
porqué tú porque yo.

Porqué no te encontré más cerca
y poder amarte cada noche
hasta que amanezca.

Te amo, déjame decirte aunque sea temprano,
tomo tu mano en mis sueños
y cuando despierto no soy dueño de ti,
diamante deambulante.

Eres el prisma de luz misma
con carisma de miss mundo
y mente de esa inteligente gente
de la nasa o de tu casa,
y se amasa a cada segundo
en este mundo un amor
que crece siempre
perdido entre olvido
y anhelo de dinero estúpido,
hoy te pido que sonrías a mi lado
y que a mi lado sonrías.

Has the society the we live in, taught us to be so ungrateful for all that we have been given? Have we become so self-absorbed, that we no longer take the time to thank God for all His benefits towards us? It is so easy, is it not, to live such a busy life-style and not take the time to say, "Thank you Lord, for all that you have done for me." 

There is an old gospel song that I have often sung to the Lord. It goes like this:

Thank you, Lord, for saving my soul. Thank you, Lord, for making me whole;
Thank you, Lord, for giving to me Thy great salvation so rich and free.  

If I were to start counting my blessings from the Lord one by one, for His grace, His love, His mercy, salvation, His provision, His healing, and all the answers to prayer that the Lord has given, I would not be able to name them all, for they are countless in number!  

When upon life’s billows you are tempest tossed,
When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings; name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.

Count your blessings; name them one by one,
Count your blessings see what God hath done!

My friend, we have so much to be thankful to the Lord for. Today let us take the time to thank the Lord for all His blessing in our lives. Psalm 103:2 (KJV), “Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits”. 

God bless you my friend, Matthew.

Hola amigos de  Flas Grup

hoy despues de no haber actualisado por un  buen tiempo  a qui les traigo una buena actualisasion  muchos se preguntaran que es  pero muy pronto selos dar es para el dia del estidiante algunos les gustara algunos no  pero  vale la pena  hacerlo  por flashgrup   verdad  pero  tengo una pregunta  solo nos importa  la  vida o demas la muerte  palabras asvis de  un gran compañero my que me iso qures aserles es te regalo para el dia del estudiante  pero es solo para ese dia asi que preprense  a ahlos maestros como aveses me cain mal no les dare nada mañan  ok  asi que no se enojen  no soy yo son ustedes  asi  que qudense  con la doda asta el dia del estudiante  ok  me despido flashgrup  yo su amigo  z

Pete Seeger Honored At Avon Old Farms School

DANIELA ALTIMARI | Courant Staff Writer

May 11, 2008  

 

 

AVON — - Before he stood up to the House Committee on Un-American Activities, joined the civil rights movement and led the cleanup of the Hudson River, and even before he picked up a five-stringed banjo and spearheaded the revival of American folk music, Pete Seeger was a gangly scholarship student at Avon Old Farms School.

Seeger encouraged the audience to join him, reciting the lyrics before singing: "Don't say it can't be done. The battle's just begun. Take it from Dr. King, you too can learn to sing. So drop the gun."

The crowd, which included scores of Avon Old Farms students in rumpled khakis and navy blazers adorned with the school's crest, enthusiastically joined in. Seeger, looking strong and rugged, wore blue jeans and a denim jacket and was accompanied on stage by one of his daughters.

In his three years at the school, Seeger acted in "Hamlet" and "Saint Joan" by George Bernard Shaw. "At 13, I played the female parts, with my hair curled and falsies," he told New Yorker writer Alec Wilkinson in a profile published in 2006. After Avon, Seeger attended Harvard, but left after two years.

Seeger has received a number of accolades recently. He was inducted in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2005 and, in 1994, was feted by President Clinton at the Kennedy Center.

"Pete Seeger has changed millions of lives," said Art Custer, chairman of the history department at Avon Old Farms. In addition to presenting him with the alumnus award, the school dedicated a tree — a stately European beech that grows just outside the performing arts center — in his honor.

Seeger's gutsy stand against his congressional inquisitors during the McCarthy era is enough to ensure that he be remembered as a "great American," Custer said.

The students seemed to grasp that they were in the presence of an American icon, although some of them may have been a bit unclear about the exact details of Seeger's multifaceted career as musician, political activist, civil rights protester and environmentalist.

Nick Biekert, a junior from Avon, knew that Bruce Springsteen recently recorded an album of Seeger's songs. Ford St. John, a junior from Canton, knew that Seeger was active in the anti-war movement during the Vietnam era.

"He's a good role model," St. John said. "Everyone is really focused on sports here. ... Here's someone else who did something great."

#2

05.13.2008
23:24:02
From : sittony
To: Chi
what makes you so hard-workikng

05.13.2008
23:25:46
From: Chi
To: sittony
因為我唔鐘意堆積太多工作的感覺

Me: I'm really sorry about yesterday...Um I'll remember to buy you a souvenir, is there anything you wanted? (at this point all I have been doing is talking with her assessing me =( like some guilty prisoner)

P: Cake, those spongy cake things you bought me last time.

Me: (brightens up immediately almost accidentally leaning in to hug her =/ but good thing held myself back)

Ok! Sure P! You sure are generous.

P: Of course I am silly slut, come here. (she actually kisses me! she hasn't kissed me in a long time!)

Me: Wee! Ow P...

P: Well you better remember to bring me something.

Me: Yes, P definately.

P: And you should be only thinking of me while you're away.

Me: Yes, P gladly.

P: Good (ruffles my head like a dog)

Ahh, confrontation settled. S was right, P eventually did come along. On a negative note, the place I am heading to has no wifi at all == so updates will come later. Signing off! I am proud to be P's biatch through and through and always! Sappy I know, but I honestly don't care!

The following definitions and statements come from the “I am University” and explains glamour in the way that it is used by the Tibetan Master Djwhal Khul in the book Glamour: A world problem. (This is the Master whose works I study – one of the transmitters of the Ageless Wisdom teachings.)

Glamour is astral in character. Glamour veils the truth behind the fogs and mists of feeling and emotional reactivity and victim consciousness.

Glamour prevents a person from seeing life truly or clearly and the conditions surrounding themselves as they truly are.

The disciple who wants to dissipate glamour must do two things. 1. They must stand in their spiritual being. 2. They must keep their minds steady in the light. This means to keep your consciousness and mind always on God, your soul or Higher Self, and on a spiritual attitude.

The glamour of sentiment - Pseudo love based on attachment and addiction to loving, or being loved.

So, I am in need of illumination to dispel the fogs and mists of feeling that seek to entrap me. I now realise that I have been succumbing to the glamour of sentiment in the past few days. Really I have been succumbing to it ever since the day P visited my home 4 weeks ago now.

Prior to that visit I knew where we stood. Our standing is no different now to what it was back then but in my mind I have made it into something more – with a good dose of glamour from my astral (emotional) vehicle.

I have let myself get a bit carried away by feelings. I have read more into his feelings than may actually be there. I have imagined there to be more going on than is actually the case between P and myself. I have been deluding myself that we share something meaningful and beautiful that is something special that lifts us above the average couple out there.  Ok, it is beautiful and meaningful – that is no delusion – but in my mind I’ve tried to make it into something more. Unusual, unconventional - a new kind of relationship - something new and revolutionary.

Which is, of course, a load of bollocks.

I am now attempting to shed light on the situation (illumination being the remedy for glamour) and see it as it really is. Stripped of all the glamour and illusion.

The reality is this. P and I are friends who have a lot in common. P and I are friends who find each other physically attractive and act on that attraction. That’s it. End of story.

And that is completely wonderful and beautiful in its own right. Why do I feel the need to add other layers to it? Because of my attachment to the idea of loving and being loved. My attachment to the need to have someone who sees me as no. 1 in their life. My longing to feel special and wanted and attractive and sexy and all those other ephemeral things.

And it all made me feel low the last few days. It made me feel alone and a bit lonely. How stupid is that? To deliberately do something that would bring me down? If I release all that extra stuff, just let it go, and see things as they really are, how much better I feel.

I’d like to finish with the Webster’s dictionary definition of glamour showing the real roots of the term.

Glamour
1. A charm affecting the eye, making objects appear different from what they really are.
2. Witchcraft; magic; a spell. --Tennyson.
3. A kind of haze in the air, causing things to appear different from what they really are. The air filled with a strange, pale glamour that seemed to lie over the broad valley. --W. Black.
4. Any artificial interest in, or association with, an object, through which it appears delusively magnified or glorified.
Webster’s Revised Unabridged Dictionary, © 1996, 1998 MICRA, Inc

"...delusively magnified or glorified…” that is exactly what I have been doing to the whole situation. Now I want to just see it, and accept it, for what it really is. Because it is worth a lot in its own right.

"Everybody Nose" (Remix) by N.E.R.D. Feat. Kanye, Lupe + Pusha T:

[audio=http://standing8.wordpress.com/files/2008/05/nerd_ft_crs__pusha_-_everybody_nose_remix.mp3]

-Everybody Nose Video

-Fanmade Us Placers

“Porque nós esperamos um grande surto, uma grande expansão da produção da indústria naval, é que temos que tomar medidas que facilitem sua implantação”. O dinheiro será destinado a um fundo garantidor de performance, que, segundo o ministro, é um problema que existe na construção de navios.

O governo também suspenderá a cobrança de IPI/PIS/CONFINS incidentes sobre peças e materiais destinados a construção de navios por estaleiros nacionais. Além disso, ampliará a suspensão da cobrança de PIS/Cofins na aquisição de combustíveis para a navegação de longo curso. Hoje, só recebe esse benefício a navegação de cabotagem.

Me: (actually innocently browsing through the scores of php books when I felt someone pinch me, a familiar pinch mind you)

Me: Um...P ?(in disbelief)

P: (glaring at me for what reason I am clueless)

Me: Is...there something you wanted?

P: (leans closer to hiss at my ear) You filthy little liar, you stupid slut.

Me: P? Um did i do something....I'm sorr-

P: Shut up. Why didn't you tell me? You think you can just go off to your family whatever overseas, without telling me?

Me: But...I've been telling you since a month ago...

P: Did not. Liar. (still looking pissed)

Me:But P...even if, its just three days.

P: So? And you still have the guts not to tell me?

Me: But I did-

P: Oh fuck you.

Me: Sometimes P...you just hear what you want to hear...

P: What was that slut?

Me: Nothing....P.

P: Good now apologize and I might consider forgiving you.

Me: But I didn't do anything wrong....

P: Apologize or I won't speak to you at all.

Me: But P I wasn't- (at this she simply walks away)

=/ Okay depressed now, but still I've been telling for ages I'm skipping a few days to go back home. Just received an sms from S (yes...from S). Telling me to apologize to P. Which I already did, I sent her three smses...S said that P will come around...

Well honestly, sometimes she's too stubborn>< she hates admitting she's wrong. Well if she asked I'd still fall on my knees...at least anything to make her forgive me.

I sure don't want to leave with things hanging on like this.

Tracklist

1 - La historia te delata
2 - Loa a la dialectica
3 - Tu rollo está podrido
4 - Nuestra hoguera
5 - Me sabe apoco
6 - Todo esta bajo control
7 - PreS.O.S.
8 - La civilización al asalto
9 - Dios dinero
10 - Cuidado con ella
11 - Agua y aceite
12 - Huelga

Puagh fue una banda de hardcore/punk nacida en Valladolid que prolongó su andadura desde 1991 hasta mediados del año 2007. Se caracterizaron siempre por una gran heterogeneidad en su música y unos planteamientos anarquistas que plasmaron en gran cantidad de canciones.

Diskografia:

2006 - Rebeldía es una marca registrada
2004 - Bienvenid@s a las delicias del Capitalismo [Reediccion]
2003 - El ritmo de las ideas
2001 - Diario de una democracia
1999 - ¿Quién pondrá fin a esta locura?
1997 - Bienvenid@s a las delicias del capitalismo
1995 - Hombres salvajes, bestias salvajes
1993 - La última palabra [Maqueta]

DESKARGAR!!

Informazion Adicional:
Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/puagh

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we had non-mamas come in to help preschoolers by using hot glue guns (a pin back was added to the pre-cut foam flower shape). preschoolers placed items where they wanted them and the grownups glued them in place. with encouragement to add as much as they liked in "collage" fashion, mother's day pins were created, wrapped, and taken home. pretty fancy!