Politics: 2008: A Year Of Change

I went to polling report.com and looked at who were considered the front-runners for the 2008 Presidential Election.
These were the Top 10 Candidates ...

Quick Survey: If you were to vote today on the 2008 Presidential Election and were given a choice between these people, who would be your Top Three ?

(D)Democrat / (R) Republican / (I) independent or Other

Mike Bloomberg (I)
Hilary Clinton (D)
John Edwards (D)
Newt Gingrich (R)
Rudy Giuliani (R)
John McCain (R)
Ralph Nader (I)
Barack Obama (D)
Mitt Romney (R)
Fred Thompson (R)

Fabien

Sports: "Nappy Headed Hoes"

Why would you call the Rutgers' University Women's' Basketball Team a bunch of "nappy headed hoes" ?

Don Imus is truly an idiot! I would say he looks more like one!

Fabien

Lyrics: Regina Spektor- Baby Jesus Lover

you know that statue

that statue of baby Jesus

in the window

in the window of the 99 cent store

last night I saw the owner kiss it

and whisper in its ear I was walking home from Walgreen's

and he did not hear me see him

and on the

very very next morning

all the subway cars were hallelu-leluing

welcome back the baby king, the baby king

all the believers they were smiling

and winking at each other

I could honestly say I was scared for my life

they said, all the non-believers they get to eat dirt

and the believers get to spit on their graves...

you know that statue

that statue of baby Jesus

in the window

in the window of the 99 cent store

they've been showing it on the news

it was thirty times its size

with a megaphone and a heart-shaped bruise

it was hovering in the skies

and all the

subway cars were hallelu-lelu-leluing, hallelujah

welcome back the baby king, the baby king

all the believers they were smiling

and winking at each other

I could honestly say I was scared for my life

they said, all the non-believers they get to eat dirt

and the believers get to spit on their graves...

believe!...

you know that statue

that statue of baby Jesus

in the window

in the window of the 99 cent store

when I woke up I ran and bought it

and locked it in my closet with a little bread and water

and a flashlight and a first aid kit til he grows

Fabien

[TIP] 1

She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room.

She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?"

The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."

Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?"

The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university."

Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.

"Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked.

Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.

The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could."

Sally walked out of Children's mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her
son's room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.

It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:

Dear Mom,

I know you're going to miss me; but
don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop
loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say I LOVE
YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more with
each day. Someday we will see each other again.
Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you
won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can
have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you
decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't
like the same things us boys do.

You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know.

Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place.
Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got
here and showed me around some, but it will take
a long time to see everything. The angels are so
cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know
what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures.
Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus
himself took me to see GOD! And guess what,
Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him,
like I was somebody important. That's when I told
Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you
good-bye and everything. But I already knew that
wasn't allowed.

Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some

paper and His own personal pen
to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name
of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to
you. God said for me to give you the answer to
one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He
when I needed him?' "God said He was in the
same place with me, as when His son Jesus was
on the cross. He was right there, as He always is
with all His children.

Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what
I've written except you. To everyone else this is
just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have
to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write
some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I
get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm,
sure the food will be great.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore.
The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't
stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to
see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent
The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel
said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?


Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.

Fabien

Forward: You Decide

Do you remember February of 1993, when a young 3 yr. old was taken from a shopping mall in Liverpool, NY by two 10-year-old boys? Jamie Bulger walked away from his mother for only a second, and Jon Venables took his hand and led him out of the mall with his friend Robert Thompson.

They took Jamie on a walk for over 2 and a half miles, stopping along the way every now and again to torture the poor little boy, who was crying constantly for his mother.

Finally, they stopped at a railway track where they brutally kicked him, threw stones at him, rubbed paint in his eyes and pushed batteries up his anus.

It was actually worse than this...

What these two boys did was so horrendous that Jamie's mother was forbidden to identify his body. They then left his beaten small body on the tracks so a train could run him over to hide the mess they had created.

These two boys, even being boys, understood what they did was wrong, hence trying to make it look like an accident. This week Lady Justice Butler-Sloss has awarded the two boys anonymity for the rest of their lives when they leave custody with new identities.

We cannot let this happen.

They will also leave early this year only serving just over half of their sentence.

One paper even stated that Robert may go on to a University.

They are getting away with their crime.

They disgustingly and violently took Jamie's life away- in return they get a new life.

Please read it carefully... Then add your name at the end... And send it to everyone you can!

Please add your name and location to the list and send it to friends and family.

Please copy this e-mail (highlight text, right click, copy and paste into a new email) instead of forwarding so we do not get arrows at the beginning of the sentences.

If you are the 1000th person to sign, please forward email to cust.ser.cs@gtnet.gov.uk and attention it to Lady Justice Butler-Sloss. Then start the list over again and send to your friends and family.

The Love-Bug virus took less than 72 hours to reach the world. I hope this one does as well. We need to protect our family and friends from people like Robert and Jon.

One day they may be living next to you and your small children, without your knowledge.

If Robert and Jon could be so evil at 10 years old, imagine what they could do as adults!

Fabien

Poem: Beauty Lie Among Disasters

I told you how I felt, and you got upset.

Wheres the comfort?

I told you what I didn't like, and now you rub it in my face.

Wheres the respect?

I told you how you made me feel..and you said "thanks."

Wheres the love?

Thanks to you, there's another lesson learned: Talking with you only leads me downhill.

So maybe I could surprise you, at the little pool hall you'll be at later tonight.

Get everyone's attention, show everyone how I feel.

Maybe then you'll see how I should be treated.

Maybe then I would win.

Should I even have to do that? Fight and struggle for someone to change?

I thought I learned my lesson the first couple times..it seems not.

I'm not going to change you, because you're not going to change.

So have fun with your friends.

You said you wouldn't have made it this far without them.

Well, you've made it this far, but it looks like you're going to be here for a while.

I could've taken you to the next step...but if you're happiest here, than stay here.

I'll move along.

If you still want me, things have to change.

If you don't even care, then I hope you have a fun life with your friends

Fabien

Chapter One: The Beginning Of The End

I go by Fabien, but Anthony is my name. Neither of them determines who I am.

Who I choose to be, what I choose to be called, what I chose to do and the words I say, is my choice and mine only.

I don't live my life to impress anyone or get anyone to like or dislike me. It don't effect me that you like or dislike me, that you love or hate me, you envy or despise me or that you look up to me or down on me.

I live my life for myself and myself only. Not for my family, the people I know, the people I don't know, the president or some "Myspacer".

If you think that you're gonna bring me down or hurt my feelings, know that your work is useless because I don't care. What you have to say about me, whether you think it's a compliment, critique or hate, has no effect on me.

Call me a "bitch", an "asshole", "stupid", "selfish", tell me I'm "cool", "cute", "fake", "ugly", say "fuck you" or "you're a piece of shit"; the emphasis, meaning or definition you choose to put behind or into a word, phrase or sentence, is your prerogative.

I view them as words and words only.

Say what you want and do what you please. I don't waste my time trying to please you or make you happy, nor do I live life trying to hate you or make you unhappy.

I won't give you pleasure and satisfaction of feeling better about yourself by enduring what you have to say about me, in hopes that it makes me feel worthless or ten feet tall.

The only person that has control over me, is me. The only person that matters to me, is myself. It's the best bet.

I don't get mad or cry over the fact that you call me a whore or tell me I'm fake, I still wake up from my sleep. Telling me I'm "ugly" or "cool" is great for you. I don't care that you are mad at me or don't like something I say to you, I don't control your feelings, thoughts or your actions. I don't make you do anything and vice verse.

I trust no one, not even myself; for trust is nothing, but mere subjective.

The people I know and talk to are just that. I don't call the people I know "friends" and could care if I did or didn't have "friends". I don't care about your feelings or what you think about me nor do I think you should care about my feelings or thoughts.

The physical body I was placed in doesn't make me who I am in this world. It wasn't created by me nor do I know why. One day I'll die and my life nor yours will matter to me because I'll be nothing more than a dead body. It may be today, tomorrow or next week.

I don't have to live life the way you do, celebrities do or how my family wants me to. I don't think better nor less important than others. I don't live life according to standards or by definition. I don't use labels, stereotypes, generalizations nor am I biased.

One's past is not one's potential nor is it a determinate of their place on Earth. After all, who am I and who are you to say anything about anyone?

The way I live my life, my thoughts, the way I see something and my actions are controlled by my thoughts, which are created by me.

Everyday I expect the worst and hope for the best in all situations, subtle or not.

I have an old soul and don't think I am young; it is experience that is the determinant of how young and old one is, not age. I have been through a numerous amount of experiences, but they are still experiences no matter the level of intensity.

We all have our own lives, viewpoints, bodies, and have been through our own experiences in life, the quality and quantity change for each individual.

Intelligence isn't determined by high school diplomas and college degrees nor are individuals intelligent, if and only if, one obtains one. Intelligence comes in many forms and in many places.

Knowledge learned, is knowledge gained.

I may not be "hot" to your standards or "cool" enough for you, but i don't care about you. Hot and cool are words used to tell the temperature of something in my eyes.

I'm real with myself and know what I want. I love myself even if others don't! I am who I am, even if I don't dress a certain way and if I'm not attractive!

As long as I can make myself laugh, that's all I need. If you want to care about what I do, say, or act like after reading this than so be it.

You be you and I'll be me, as we can only be ourselves.

Fabien