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Happy Birthday!

Happy Dirty Thirty Nine to Randy and Mike!  You two old farts!:D

 

Hope this last Dirty  Thirty is a good one!

 
 
   
 

Bye Bye Pluto!

lol, so our solar system lost its ninth planet yesterday. How weird is that!?!? Now, the old acronym "My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine Pizzas" can't be used...perhaps they'll change it to "My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nachos!"

 

lol...I've been desperately trying to finish Chapter 13...but I think I need to sit down and figure out where this story is going! lol. I need to review that before I'm goign to be able to get more done. For those of you who are actually interested, I haven't abandoned hope...yet! so, please, Be PATIENT! lol. later!

 
 
 

   
We are in a religious war and most of us don't know it.

We are in a religious war and most of us don't know it.

 

It was 1987!

At a lecture the other  day they were playing an old news video of Lt.Col. Oliver North testifying at the Iran-Contra hearings during the Reagan Administration. There was Ollie in front of God and country getting the third degree, but what he said was stunning!
He was being drilled by a senator; "Did you not recently spend close to $60,000 for a home security system?"
Ollie replied, "Yes, I did, Sir."
The senator continued, trying to get a laugh out of the audience, "Isn't that just a little excessive?" "No, sir," continued Ollie.
"No? And why not?" the senator asked.
"Because the lives of my family and I were threatened, sir."
"Threatened? By whom?" the senator questioned.
"By a terrorist, sir" Ollie answered.
"Terrorist? What terrorist could possibly scare you that much?"

"His name is Osama bin Laden, sir" Ollie replied.

At this point the senator tried to repeat the name, but couldn't pronounce it, which most people back then probably couldn't. A couple of people laughed at the attempt. Then the senator continued. Why are you so afraid of this man?" the senator asked.
"Because, sir, he is the most evil person alive that I know of", Ollie answered.

 

"And what do you recommend we do about him?" asked the senator.

"Well, sir, if it was up to me, I would recommend that an assassin team be formed to eliminate him and his men from the face of the earth."
The senator disagreed with this approach, and that was all that was shown of the clip.

By the way, that senator was Al Gore!

Also:
Terrorist pilot Mohammad Atta blew up a bus in
Israel in 1986. The Israelis captured, tried and imprisoned him. As part of the Oslo agreement with the Palestinians in 1993, Israel had to agree to release so-called "political prisoners."
However, the Israelis would not release any with blood on their hands. The American President at the time, Bill Clinton, and his Secretary of State, Warren Christopher, "insisted" that all prisoners be released.
 
Thus Mohammad Atta was freed and eventually thanked the US by flying an airplane into Tower One of the World Trade Center. This was reported by many of the American TV networks at the time that the terrorists were first identified.
It was censored in the US from all later reports.

If you agree that the American public should be made aware of this fact, pass this on.

 

 

 
 
   
 

Fire of the Elven Moon Chapter 9

§ Chapter 9 §

 Early the next morning, Tarin found herself riding toward the Forest of Cartha once again. The night had passed with no sign of the mysterious wolf-bears, and Tarin felt safe as they rode away from the black tower of Jehi. Before the sun had reached its peak, the great Forest of Cartha had come into view. Its many trees enveloped the horizon in a green haze, and the birds could be seen flying towards its great protective canopy.

Without stopping, the party hurried forward, and quickly made it to the edge of the forest. The warm summer air radiated off of the ground, creating more heat, and Tarin was glad when she and Sairia stepped into the cool shade of the trees.

Galdor quickly dismounted, and lead the group into the thick of the forest. Tarin lead Sairia confidently behind their Elven guide, as the forest began to grow thicker and thicker. As they continued into the forest, Tarin began to feel as though many eyes were watching them. She looked around her, but saw nothing but trees and leaves.

The trees grew more closely together as they plunged further into its depths, lending a humid, earthy scent to hand in the air. Tarin saw the light begin to darken as day turned to night, and started to wonder if they would ever reach the home of the Elves that lay within the darkening forest.

As the light quickly disappeared, Galdor slowed to a stop, and turned to face his accompanying party. Tarin could barely see him, and almost ran directly into him as he stood there with a strange smile on his face. Tarin could just make out the shimmer in his eyes as the rest of the party came to a stop behind them.

“We are here,” Galdor said quietly.

“What do you mean?” Eauthrin asked impatiently. “There is nothing here but more trees.”

The rest of the party quickly agreed with Eauthrin, creating a small commotion as Tarin began to look around their surroundings. The light of the sun had completely disappeared, and she began to feel claustrophobic as the trees seemed to close in around her. The party continued to argue over their destination as Tarin began to hyperventilate.

“Quiet,” Galdor called out to the party. “If you listen carefully, you will hear them.”

Tarin’s breathing became heavier as the rest of the party silenced, leaving her gasps as the only sound in the forest. Eauthrin set a heavy hand on Tarin’s shoulder as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

Suddenly, quiet laughter was heard coming from the East of the party. Everyone turned in unison to try and see what it was that was making the noise, but the forest was too dark for anyone, except Galdor, to see. Another quiet laugh broke out from behind them, and the group turned once again as the sound disappeared almost immediately.

Tarin turned to look at Galdor, hoping for some answers to what it was they were hearing, but as she rotated in his direction, he was nowhere to be seen. Galdor had disappeared, along with his horse, leaving Tarin and her travelling party alone in the strange, claustrophobic forest.

“Galdor is gone,” Tarin whispered to Eauthrin, as the laughter in the distance grew closer.

Before Eauthrin had a chance to answer, a small light could be seen in the distance. Then, in a matter of seconds, lights appeared on all sides of the party. The lights were of a strange green hew, and were approaching quickly.

Tarin began to feel panicked as the lights grew closer and closer, and she heard swords being unsheathed. Suddenly, the lights disappeared, and a soft voice was heard coming from the canopy above them.

“Why do you draw your swords young warriors?” The voice calmly asked. “There is nothing to fear, for we will not hurt you. We have been expecting you young Tarin, please, tell your companions to return their weapons to their sheaths, and we will show ourselves to you.”

Tarin nodded to Eauthrin, who quickly re-sheathed his weapons, and the remainder of the party quickly followed his example.

“Thank you young warriors,” the voice continued. “Now, bring out the lights.”

The green lights appeared once again, only directly in front of them. As Tarin’s eyes adjusted to the dim green light, she saw many Elves standing around her, holding staffs, with the glowing green orbs attached to the top. Their ranks began to move aside, as a beautiful Elven woman began to make her way toward the travellers.

“I am sorry if we frightened you,” the Elf said as she stepped out from behind the light-bearers. “I am Enelya, Queen of the Carthan Forest. Welcome to our home.”

The entire group of Elves that surrounded Tarin and the party bowed to the travellers as Enelya finished speaking. Tarin bowed in response, followed by the men of the party.

“We are pleased that you have allowed us into your forest home,” Tarin replied.

“Before we speak any further,” Enelya cautioned. “Let us ascend into the trees, where a meal has been prepared for you.”

As Enelya finished talking, wooden ladders began to descend from the trees above. The Elves quickly ushered Tarin and the men onto the nearby ladders, and they climbed as quickly as their heavy equipment would allow them. Tarin looked down from the ladder to see Sairia’s saddle being removed, as Enelya whispered in the horse’s ear. As soon as the heavy saddle was removed, Sairia ran off into the forest, followed closely by the remainder of the party’s horses.

“Do not worry young Tarin,” the Elf climbing the ladder below her said as he followed her gaze. “Your horse will not go far. Enelya has simply reminded her of the freedom this forest gives. When you need her, your horse will return.”

Tarin climbed the ladder swiftly, and as she reached the top she stepped onto a large wooden platform, which sat in the middle of the crown of the trees and the top of the canopy, hidden from above and below by the mass of green leaves that covered the trees. As Tarin looked around, she saw many other platforms spreading out before her, being delicately lit by the orb lamps the Elves carried. Tarin looked up to the sky, barely able to see the stars or the moon through the thickness of the tree.

The Elf behind her smiled as he watched her strain her eyes in order to see the sky. Tarin was startled when she noticed him watching her.

“My name is Taurnil,” the Elf said as she looked at him. “You will see the sky again young Tarin, don’t worry. There are many places in this forest where the stars shine brighter than anywhere else in the whole of Recita.”

“I see,” Tarin replied, unknowing how to respond, she stood silent after that.

“Come, Enelya is waiting for us all to join her for dinner.”

Tarin watched as the glowing orbs moved in the same direction toward a central dais, where dinner would be served. Tarin followed Taurnil as he led her across the platforms hidden in the trees. Tarin gazed dreamily at the glowing orbs moving slowly through the trees, like tiny green stars floating through a green sky, flickering behind the leaves, and then reappearing for a brief moment, before vanishing in the thickness of the leaves.

 
 
 

   
I'll Weep For Your Spilt Blood.

♥9♥

more days.

until I leave.

 

 

 

 

  After all these aren't the Memoirs of

an Emperess. 

Or of a Queen.

These are Memoris of a different kind.

 

 

 

 
 
   
 

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