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Posted 13 January 2005 - 02:44 PM
PixieDust said:
Not too sure about pleasure island though. I'd probably let yall go and I'd just get to hear stories. :-)
Ditto here, I ain't paying when I can go for free on Thursday nights when all my CM friends go.
Posted 13 January 2005 - 10:34 PM
Posted 13 January 2005 - 10:43 PM
unless you want to go to the clubs. they have music and alcohol on the side walks. so thats an option too.
i dunno. i love dancing.
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Good because Sat morning is when we had scheduled the breakfast
Posted 31 January 2005 - 11:47 PM
how are we doing this meeting up thing?
shouldnt we get your phone number and give you our number so we can call if we cant make it to an event or want to meet up later and so forth?
Im not sure what time Im arriving friday yet. Im shooting for 4 pm
Posted 01 February 2005 - 01:29 PM
I think the itinerary speaks for itself. It has times and locations so please be at those locations at the specified time. Not before, certainly not after. I have everyone's cell phone except for Alex, so Alex, please PM me your cell phone number. Obviously the benefit is if someone who said they'd be around isn't, we can call instead of waiting around for a no-show
Otherwise, the events are set to go as scheduled here: http://mgmstudios.or...p?p=20419#20419
Can't wait to see you all!
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Posted 02 February 2005 - 08:12 AM
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Glenn is my hero!!
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Posted 03 February 2005 - 08:28 PM
I need to go to the office tomorrow. I still plan to drive up on Sat morning to make it to my friend's son's bday party. But it doesnt look like I could meet up with you all. I will be staying at Pop Century Sat night.
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Anyways, Hopefully I can meet some of you all at a later date or visit.
Posted 06 February 2005 - 11:37 PM
I wasn't able to make anything either except for a couple of minutes during my Fantasmic! shift as I was running around fixing some problems we had. It just ended up being bad timing for me.
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While the family of a slain Scottish-Muslim convenience store owner mourns his loss, they say they are living in fear for their lives and have agreed to media interviews on condition they are not identified.
Asad Shah was murdered in his shop in Glasgow on Thursday hours after posting a message on Facebook professing love for Christians and Jesus and wishing Christians a happy Easter. Police have arrested a suspect — a Muslim man — and said they are treating the case as a religiously motivated crime.
According to local media reports, the Pakistan-born Shah was a devout member of the Ahmadiyya Muslim community, a group shunned by hardline Muslims and often persecuted in Muslim countries where they live.
Ahmadiyya doctrine categorically opposes jihad and terrorism and instead preaches moderation and restraint.
One of Shah's brothers who lives in the U.S. told Scotland's Mail on Sunday, "We are scared for our lives. The police have told us to be careful about what we say and we do not want to give our names to protect our security."
A family member told the Sunday Herald, "We have been advised by the police not to speak about it, particularly about our names and locations, because there is a security threat."
Shah's brother recalled how proud the shopkeeper was to live in Glasgow and how he loved his adopted country.
"The people of Glasgow and Shawlands were so welcoming and he became part of the community," the brother, who spoke on condition of anonymity, said.
"He was a calm and patient man and did not mind where people were from or what religion they were. He liked everyone," his brother said.
"He would give people cards for Christmas and for Easter because he thought it was important for them," he added.
On the day he was killed, Shah posted this message on Facebook: "Good Friday and a very Happy Easter, especially to my beloved Christian nation," adding "Let's follow the real footstep of beloved holy Jesus Christ … and get the real success in both worlds."
Shah's widow said, "He was a kind man who was always smiling. He looked after me and his parents and he was loved by many, many people."
His customers, who started a GoFundMe campaign to help his family, concurred. The fundraising page is filled with messages from those who knew him praising his generosity and kind spirit and has raised about $80,000 as of this writing.
A woman who was in a Facebook group with Shah wrote, "He was so patient with people's prejudices, with their lack of understanding. He never was terse no matter how harshly anyone spoke and he never wavered from his conviction that loving each other was the way to triumph over the violence in our world."
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Injured University Of Louisville Basketball Player Kevin Ware Presents The "Top Ten Thoughts Going Through Kevin Ware's Mind At This Moment," On Cbs' "Late Show With David Letterman" Tonight…
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Ware presented the Top Ten via satellite from Atlanta, where he has traveled to support his team in the Final Four this weekend.
Letterman shared a photo which shows the moment of Ware's injury, and then Ware read the Top Ten, including number 10: "What was that loud cracking sound?"; number 9: "I hope this doesn't leave a bruise"; and number 8: "Hey, look – my tibia!" Ware's entire Top Ten List can be seen on the LATE SHOW tonight (11:35 PM-12:37 AM, ET/PT) on the CBS Television Network.
Ware suffered a horrific leg fracture Sunday during Louisville's Midwest Regional game against Duke, and underwent emergency surgery to repair the break later that evening. His team rallied against Duke to win 85-63 and land a spot in this weekend's Final Four NCAA tournament in Atlanta.


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Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin
Whisper lies as I let you in
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012
I was heading to the bunkhouse, after a wild night on the town
dancing & romancing & one too many round
Back in my wild & woolly days, one more rowdy Saturday night
full of cheap beer & whiskey & the necessary fight
I set Ol' Gus on auto pilot, he knew the way back to the spread
And I set to fighting with those rotgut demons dancing in my head
We were getting pretty close to home, so I eased up on the bit
when all of a sudden that dang horse he up & quit
His ears were all pricked forward, listening quite intense
I caught a drift of what might pass for music, somewhere beyond the fence
It took a lot of persuading, cussing & cajoling
but I got ol' Gus headed for all the caterwauling
the sound got more peculiar as we crested the hill
the memory of what I saw that moonlit night stays with me still
for I had stumbled on a peculiar party, hosted by a peg leg dog
and there was a one eyed pole cat doing comedic monologue
A Blueberry Roan soon took the stage, singing Motley Crue
I swear I saw a big ol' ornery hog with a "born to squeal" tattoo
There were bulls & Heifers dancing, I couldn't believe my eyes
why those bovine wore spikes and body piercings, in places utterly unwise
There where horses with mohawk hairdos head banging to the song
I swear to you, Ol' Gus, he began to sway & sing along
Now I know what you're thinking & I most heartily agree
it was the moon & wind playing tricks, along with rotgut whiskey
You city folks can keep your pink elephants parading in tutus
for this cowboy was shown the light by a Roan in blue suede shoes
I gave up hell raising & carousing, said so long to the honky-tonk life
Happy now to stick to ranching & dancing under the moon with my wife
But every now & again, when the wind blows & the moon is shining bright
I swear I can hear the livestock laughing & head banging through the night
Copyright © Catherine Devine | Year Posted 2005
heres how i see it
and heres how it is
living in this world where half of it is advanced
with indoor plumbing
cell phones
and a huge chunk of the globe is not
part of the world still has a hole in the floor for a toilet
and we say ignorance is bliss
oh funny funny man on the moon
the joke you really meant in the Hollywood basement
of one giant step for man
and one leap for mankind
Have we not clued in yet?
Do we not live blind leading the blind?
Am i the only enlightened who realizes
that we were in space probably 70 years before we made it public to the world
and Nasa is full of it
oh funny funny funny man on the moon
why is society so gullible to think
that the governments technology hits the mainstream market
before they use it for years and perfect it and work out all the bugs
and then hands us something that just looks faulty
and we fall for it hook line and sinker
give me a moment
funny funny funny us
half the world buries their waste
and we flush it away
half the world has technology and half of it is in the stone age
and yet we seem to think
that whoever invents these things has no ties
or affiliation to putting us under their thumb
i mean come on do the math
they landed on the moon
how they tell you they send sattelites into space is a truth within alie
they made up 50 years ago
and were falling for it today
let me play
i get it
society is dumb
I'll write something yesterday
say i wrote it today
no one will know what to believe
I'll even put a cowboy hat on
I'm sure those cowboy western movies
they had just as many cameras and cellphones
but didn't release them in the market
consider yourself a fool
if you don't think they don't have something in their pocket full of tricks they are
working on right now
they're going to sell to the future
and no one gets the famous joke
the man on the moon told to the mensa geniuses
but a hush fell over the crowd
and I'm sure there was consequences for laughing
and chances are even they were blinded by the bling
life and blind leading the blind
such an easy concept to grasp
and man on the moon
your a funny funny funny man!
Copyright © Troy Nelson | Year Posted 2007
It slides softly in the night sky,
That pale moccasin of the moon—
It lights up a snow-bleached prairie—
Whispering summer comes too soon.
We trace the trail of coyotes—
Avoid the dark dens of the bear—
The full light of your white footprint
Lures us now to your fatal lair.
Oh, we chant into the black dome
Of all the things that used to be—
There's no more Indian summer—
Long gone are Cree and Cherokee.
Yet, still the silky stealthy tread
Brings back images bright and keen—
Of lost Native Americans
Where so few are now seldom seen.
But moons do not let us forget
All the wild blood shed on both sides—
As we trace steps of moccasins
To where the dark of the moon hides.
Yes, it walks gently in tall sky,
That faint moccasin of new moon—
So gently it illuminates
As we dance mutely to its tune.
Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2008
Beyond the moon and past the last star
is the realm of cowboys who dream.
Who ride their horses across plains,
their mounts noses snorting steam.
As comets streak across the chalkboard,
horses whinny and bawl through the night.
Every glare and solar flare filling the steeds
with a celestial spook and a heavenly fright.
The moon is a constant glow as it rides
along through the moonbeams and clouds.
Night winds blow the cosmic dust around,
making the gauzy glitter into planetary shrouds.
I want to be a cowboy and hear the angels sing
as the campfire glows, dimly, singing me to sleep.
the stars are my doggies; lowing as, at last,
the shadows fail and sunlight begins to creep.
Copyright © Sherry Asbury | Year Posted 2011
We held hands
in the Hit the Road
Highway cafe,
below a sky
few moon have seen.
The mountains were still
falling, just like
in a dream
where the
stars used to shine.
The planet
curves down
on the western side
as oceans swelled on the east.
Here we were stuck in
the middle, on the
edge of eloquence--
preparing our
bows against the beast.
Unrivaled mutations rose
in the shaded starlight,
they walked down the
highway in the dead of the night.
The darkness sang just
like the end of a song...
We never should had
come here,
we do not belong.
Copyright © red barchettadrive | Year Posted 2015
Jimmie's dad was bent and wise, a man that life had rode by—
But Jim still recalled his words when he would laugh and half cry:
"Life's a fragile balance between honor and what's true—
A rare, livin' miracle like a winter moon that's blue."
Jimmie started busting sheep when he was only six—
His dad taught him to ride and shoot, and do those fancy tricks.
He grew long and lean on that ranch and helped with the chores—
And rode the broncs and young bulls then, keeping track of his scores.
His name was Jimmie Moon, but his friends just called "Blue"—
'Cause kids like him were few and far and his heart was strong and true.
He had wisdom beyond his years – he had seen the light—
He never did the easy thing; he did the thing that's right.
It came as no surprise; he married a girl named Liz
Folks knew was large with child that was another man's, not his.
But that was fine with Blue and he still followed his star—
Ranching now part-time and riding bulls in the PBR.
"It's not like the ol' days," smiled his dad, not being funny—
"Then bull ridin' was for buckles – now you're talkin' money!"
But just as Jimmie Blue Moon was on the edge of fame—
September 11th happened and stirred within a flame.
Though his family begged him not to sign and go away—
He enlisted in the Army just the very next day.
Sure enough, his service to a cause became a fact
And he was sent far off to war in a place called Iraq.
Then months and years rolled by as Blue only rode iron tanks—
Never forgetting his wife and child, for which he gave thanks.
Then came a Christmas season when Blue's ranch was deep with snow—
A knock on the door brought news Blue's wife did not want to know.
Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2006
We slowly ride this sacred night,
Look back on home below.
The earth is in a swaddling white—
Moon shadows on the snow.
This chosen time now seems just right
In lone star's afterglow.
It guides our lives on this birth night
And flickers as we go.
We'll follow trails on that new day—
All blessings we shall know
Of inward peace and silent sleigh—
Moon shadows on the snow.
Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2005
But she would not even read it – she knew what lay within—
A red rage toward her country now the fire that was her friend.
Yet just a few days later on a now black Christmas Eve—
Another knock was heard from a cowboy come home on leave.
And Jim Blue Moon stood on the porch with presents in one arm,
A proof against dark forces wishing all of us great harm.
He said like Twain, news of his death was exaggerated—
And with smiles his wife helped him in, and they celebrated.
Yet in the haze of happiness and all her loving care,
Only now did Liz realize Blue's left arm was not there.
But snatching life from death's dark rider is a precious thing,
And nothing could dispel the joy their reunion would bring.
Then came the new Christmas day, which now seemed so clear and bright—
Yet Blue held back - flexed his cold metal arm in morning light.
"I wonder if it was worth it?" Blue mumbled at the sight—
But Liz nodded and said: "Yes, you did the thing that was right."
Then they slowly opened presents - three united again—
Later dad and mom came over, and each rodeo friend.
"PBR's done," dad whispered in a voice like from the grave—
"Heck no!" Blue then replied, "I just lost the arm that I wave!"
Sure enough, with prosthetic arm, Blue rode the bulls once more—
Till he volunteered to go back to that faraway shore.
Alone, Jim's wife held their child and the inner one so new—
As a full, pale Christmas moon rose and slowly turned to blue.
Black rain, enclosed with pain and nothing
left to gain.
Dark clouds disguise the sun, under the
moon stands a guy with a gun.
His mental state is altered, his voice
on display, a cowboy out to play.
He strains to find the words to
In the end he will pretend
His hospitality overrated, he has a
helping hand to lend.
He points and aims, squeezes the trigger
At this shady character, that passing
The soldier of the damp and cold
His eye's blinded by the flash of
a neon light.
The crowd frozen with disbelief,
citizens and self proclaimed soldiers
of peace, the Indians too.
The night has just begun, the moon silently
creeping through the oddly shaped clouds.
The drumming of ancient tribes pierce
the night with they're thunderous sound.
Dancing under the moon on the cold
wet ground.
Cowboys out west, Indians out
Times of violent outbreaks followed by
times of peace.
Copyright © Danny Panico | Year Posted 2011
October had now come again just like it did back since,
The gunfighter Sam Holt had shot the kid named Benny Pence.
It was on All Hallows' night with the moon high and blood red—
When Benny came lookin' for him before he shot him dead.
Why would a fool farm boy try to draw on that gun slinger?
When he had no chance on God's earth if he raised a finger?
But sure enough on that night, that's what all the town then saw—
When Benny Pence raised his gun and said the fatal word: "Draw!"
But that had been a year ago come this All Hallows' Eve,
And Sam Holt felt a cold wind blow that made him want to leave.
The harvest moon now hung above as Sam walked down the street—
He stopped for one brief moment at the place where they did meet.
Then like a dream that voice came back that meekly called him out—
Sam's cold, sweaty hand then trembled as he began to shout:
"Don't call me Ben! I'll shoot you dead, and this time I'll make good!"
Then Sam wildly drew and fired at the pale moon where he stood.
Somewhere a hoot owl screamed and Sam's loud shots rang out on high,
As he fired and fired again at Ben's shadow so he'd die.
But when the gun smoke cleared and that dim vision was not there,
Sam Holt now stood just a dyin' in the dusty street square.
There were no gunshots in Sam's body, no marks found at all—
His hair now white, his once ruddy flesh now a deathly pall.
Yet when the town folk buried Sam, they noticed at Boot Hill,
Two other graves marked Pence by the one they had come to fill.
Benny Pence and his brother Bud, had died a year apart—
Both shot down by Sam Holt that feared gunslinger with no heart.
And so the three now rested within gun fire of the others—
Holt now dead of fright from those two departed Pence brothers.
And so each year it happened: other slingers would meet fate—
And die of fright All Hallows' night when the hour was late.
So now folk knew the story of that fool kid Benny Pence—
Come back to revenge his brother each All Hallows' night since.
The moon is full above the canyon
listen to the call...
The music of the river
echoes between the walls.
A love song for the brave
who boldly choose to walk,
The path of their true destiny
as the drums begin to talk.
The boulder on the ridge
catches and holds the light,
Providing a mystic place
for passion in the night.
Hearts beating to the cadence
of the drums far below,
Sharing souls and secrets
only the moon will know.
Breathe deep the magic moment,
It is here by more than chance,
Come out of the half shadows,
Listen...Live...and Dance.
Copyright © Debra Coppinger Hill | Year Posted 2005


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Robert Frith,33, and Brandy Leigh Carpenter, 23, were arrested and charged with first-degree unlawful manufacturing of a controlled substance and possession of drug paraphernalia.
Carpenter was also charged with possession of a controlled substance.
Tuscaloosa County Sheriff's Office spokesman Andy Norris says deputies received information at a traffic stop Wednesday and a burglary Thursday that led them to the arrest.
Norris says deputies smelled meth when they arrived at a residence on 41 Street Thursday afternoon.
Meth lab items were found in a garbage can outside the garage and meth was found inside the home. Deputies found eight one-pot meth labs in the garage.
Norris says deputies also found items related to an additional burglary.
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New Cat Species 'Little Tiger Cat' Found in Brazilian Rainforest Shocks Researchers
A new species of "tiger cat" was discovered in Brazil much to the surprise of researchers, who did not expect to find a new species of cat on the continent.
Oncillas are roughly the size of domesticated housecats and are found in most of the countries in south America.
Oncillas, also known as little tiger cats, are not all the same and new research suggests that little tiger cats in northeastern Brazil belong to a different species than oncillas found in other regions of the continent.
Researchers analyzed the genetic material of oncillas in northeastern Brazil and compared them with nearby populations in the southern regions of the country and found they were different.
The results were published in a study found in the journal Current Biology and revealed that genes found in both species have been isolated for thousands of years.
The findings led researchers to conclude that the two populations have not interbred, which would mean that the two are completely different species, according to study co-author Eduardo Eizirik, a researcher at Pontifical Catholic University of Rio Grande do Sul in Brazil.
"[The study] illustrates how much is still unknown about the natural world, even in groups that are supposed to be well-characterized, such as cats," Eizirik told LiveScience. "In fact, there are many basic aspects that we still don't know about wild cats, from their precise geographic distribution and their diets to even species-level delimitation, as in this case."
"Since this population of oncillas is a unique new species, there is an urgent need to learn more about it and its rarity; for example, whether or not it may need protection under conservation laws," Eizirik added.
Researchers will give the species in the south a new name, Leopardus guttulus, while the species found in the northeast will be documented as Leopardus tigrina.


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What would folk suggest as a tough all-round HT? Don't want ultra light XC use only, prfer something that'll take some punishment{jumps/drops etc},with slack had angles....
Bike Forum
Alternatives to Cove Stiffee?
Orange Crush? heavy but tough
rocky ridge
sub zero
456 summer jobbie
brodie holeshot
and funily enough the crush is the only one i have not had the pleasure of owning..
All I could think of off the top of my head right now, probably worth checking out:
Santa Cruz Chameleon, Marin Rocky Ridge, Identi (I think) Mr Hyde, Cotic BFe, DMR Trailstar, DMR Exalt, Evil Sovereign, Dialled Alpine,
Bear in mind that 'hardcoreness', material, weight, fork length and slackness vary considerably...
Flow bikes are apparently bringing out an 853 hardtail with geometry "based on" (i.e. copied from) a Stiffee. It's been in the works for a year or so but should actually be available in a couple of months.
DMR Trailstar and Dailled Bikes Alpine not been mentioned yet. Plus the above.
ns suburban?
If you want to stick to a Canadian brand you could look at the Chromag Stylus. i think the HA is 67 but can take a 160mm fork. Also have iscg mounts if that kind of thing is important to you. The new one is significantly lighter than the previous one too. Im not sure what the deal is with the new UK importer as the website is still not online yet
I think Mythic do something that should be hard core enough. They are also a more unusual choice.
Personally I would probably go with a BeFe though.
cove's own Handjob is now pretty similar to the STiffee in terms of angles and intended use.
Pace have a hardtail thats on offer at a few places, forgotten what its called 305 or something??
Kinesis Phase is similar too
I just replaced my 5 year old stiffee with a BFe. Totally different bikes mind. Bfe is far more comfortable, and probably faster up and down a hill but it lacks the mental try to kill you handling of the stiffee. If you're after cove handling then wait for that flow I reckon, a steel stiffee...mmmmm
.243 racing ?
Thanks so far, but if it's not a silly question, what's the difference between 456 and the summer version?
PS - Ton - you're not selling any of th aforementiond frames at the minute are you?
My Mountain Cycle Rumble is a kickass HT bike. Stiff, replaceable/differing drop-out combinations, and it can take a pounding.
Takes a long fork, 150mm no problem, and it's not too heavy.
it's Ali, and got a long'ish top tube for the size.
It rocks. And is very quick handling on the twisty bits.
ton I am not sure the on-one bike are design the same way the stifee is. And the are specially not design to take the abuse of a hoss, crush and such...
P7? Maybe more XC, but damn tough...
MussEd - Member
PS - Ton - you're not selling any of th aforementiond frames at the minute are you?
what size frame do you need.
Kinesis Max Ph4se - mate has one, Easton rad tubing, tough as hell and look great
Santa Cruz Chameleon, amazing all-rounder. Can literally do anything you want on them. Strong, light, chuckable and gets back up the hills without any problem. Fairly stiff/harsh on the back end but the acceleration more than makes up for it.
I've a nice blue Chameleon frame for sale, large size, 2008 model with the EBB and swoopy tubes.
There is no alternative.
Cove came up with the geo and everyone else copied it now it's so close but Cove have crap paintjobs now and over priced that Santa Cruz have a great hardtail in the market.
My '03 Stiffee had terrible paint but my '08 frames are painted as good as any other manufaturer.
Price has become more eye-watering during the 'crunch'.
Sorry been away dismantling{demolishing} a pergola in order to make room for new shed/man cave.
I'm 6ft 1" so probably large on most bikes Ton. Heard tales of your {ahem} stature {/ahem} and know from your regular posts on here that you like a change of frame from time to time.
Rickos - you got an ad on classifieds? Not noticed it yet, unless it's gone up this afternoon...Oh and what does that Eccentric BB mean exactly?
Totally agree with Zaskar, there is no alternative!
I have a 08 Cove Stiffe, and had 2 Rock Ridges before that as the first Rocky Ridge snapped, not something I'd expect the Cove to do.
The Stiffee just feels better than the Rocky Ridge, end of. Several pals have Chameleon's and their nice frames, but look much stiffer at the rear than the Cove.
Just be done with it and buy a Cove Stiffee!
There is no alternative.
Cove came up with the geo and everyone else copied it now it's so close but Cove have crap paintjobs now and over priced that Santa Cruz have a great hardtail in the market.
A new Stiffee is £595. A new Chameleon is £599.
Eccentric BB = it rotates in a sleeve so you can run singlespeed easier. Not sure how EBB systems hold up to huckery pokery though.
How about a Chumba HX1? Like the Chameleon it also has an eccentric BB and costs £550.
email me mate
got something you might be interested in.
Prince Albert ..£240 new
Genesis Alptitude
Kinesis Pha5e
Orange P7 (will happily take a set of Fox 36's)
DMR Trailstar
Santa Cruz Chameleon
On One 456
Fantastic bike, enough space on the rear for 2.5' tyre. Has been on a few uplift days, done majority of the drops at glentress, innerlethien and even been to morzine with it!
Only problem I've had is with the travel adjust nob on the pikes clashing with the frame. But a bigger crown race for the king fixed that.
If your serious about getting one your welcome to test ride mine.
Whyte 19 with Pikes?
Thanks so far, but if it's not a silly question, what's the difference between 456 and the summer version?
The 456 Summer has a slacker head angle than the 456 all the other dimensions are the same. The only other obvious difference is the summer is clear lacquered rather than a paint job (comes out a sort of nice green colour). I presume the idea is that it's a play bike that's going to take lots of knocks so no posh paint required. It was only £125 before Xmas, but will have gone up a bit by now. 130mm-140mm forks are good and the bike climbs fine with the slack head angle. Here's mine
Wow Chameleons have gone up in price! I thought they were way cheaper for a while!
I had my original stiffee 69er back in 03 and had to sell when money was tight to someone off here!
O've had other frames and nearly bought another Zaskar but now Wiggle have upped their price I might have to buy another Stiffee.
I will never forgive myself for selling it.
MussEd - Member
What would folk suggest as a tough all-round HT? Don't want ultra light XC use only, prfer something that'll take some punishment{jumps/drops etc},with slack had angles....
you don't need slack angles for jumps or drops, slack head angles are more stable at higher speeds but worse for jumping proper DJs and only minimaly better on big fast drops.
what do you weigh MussEd? where are you planning on riding it? and sort of what top-tube length suits you? (I'll take it as a given you'll be running somewhere between a 40-60mm stem?)
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Christmas comes to Keizer in a big way this weekend with the Festival of Lights Holiday Parade on Saturday.
For the second year the parade will proceed down River Road. And for the second year we can expect huge crowds lining the route. Keizer validated the parade organizers' decision to move the parade to our city.
Despite a cold drizzle last year, tens of thousands of people from throughout the region enjoyed one of the area's grand holiday traditions. Those people added to the city's economy that night as many restaurants and coffee shops were sold out.
Keizer has become Christmas Central. For years thousands of people have come into Keizer to enjoy the Miracle of Christmas lighting display in the Gubser neighborhood. Recently the Keizer Chamber of Commerce added the Jingle Dash Walk/Run.
Santa Claus is getting quite the workout this year. He was at the Holiday Tree Lighting; he flew into Volcanoes Stadium in a helicopter. He'll be hosting breakfast at the Keizer Fire Hall this Sunday, then he'll be back a week later to hand out candy canes throughout Keizer. with the help of the Keizer Fire District, and in the Clear Lake neighborhood, with the help of the Marion County Fire District.
While we are all enjoying these many holiday events we must not forget those who are less fortunate. Keizer is a generous community and there are many ways to help others including donating time or money to the Keizer Community Bank, helping the Keizer Network of Women with their Christmas Giving Basket program, or giving to any of the toy drives in our community.
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Ireland's former richest man is now 'bust', court told
Businessman Anthony O'Reilly and two of his investment vehicles "are insolvent" AIB Bank has told the Commercial Court.
AIB, owed some €22.6m by the one time billionaire -who does not dispute the debt - alleged Mr O'Reilly was insolvent this afternoon during court proceedings.
AIB is opposing a bid by Mr O 'Reilly to secure a six month stay allowing AIB to pursue his unencumbered assets.
Earlier the court heard that the businessman personally owes almost €200m to creditors, the Commercial Court has heard.
Mr O'Reilly, who has already told AIB he will sell the church and graveyard on his Castlemartin Estate where his parents are buried to meet debts of some €22.6m, is seeking a six month stay against the lender pursuing his unencumbered assets.
The stay is opposed by AIB which says Mr O'Reilly's unencumbered assets, including assets in the Bahamas, are significant.
This afternoon High Court judge Mr Justice Peter Kelly heard that Mr O'Reilly's debt to AIB represents some 11.6pc of his overall personal liabilities to creditors.
Michael Cush SC, representing Mr O'Reilly, agreed with Judge Kelly that the one time billionaire's debts total some €195m.
Mr O'Reilly, who now lives in the Bahamas, flew into Ireland last month to meet with his advisers after state-controlled AIB asked the Commercial Court to fast-track debt proceedings against Mr O'Reilly and two of his investment vehicles.
The former chief executive of Independent News and Media (INM), the publisher of the Irish Independent, accepts the debts owed to AIB and is "hopeful" that the sale of secured assets - including his Castlemartin Estate in Co Kildare - will discharge his liabilities to AIB.
His shareholding in Independent Newspapers is also available for sale, the court heard.
He is seeking a six month stay against AIB pursuing his unencumbered assets.
AIB says the application for a stay is "threadbare" and it is opposing the application.
The Commercial Court has heard that there is significant interest in the sale of Castlemartin.
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Crist currently holds offers from Duke, Minnesota, LSU and his latest offer from Norte Dame. He has been to junior days at both local schools, UCLA and USC while being heavily recruited by the entire Pac 10.
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Lord thank you for this life,
As I have lived a full life,
It was not always as I would have like,
But I lived it to the best of what I could,
I'm going home; Home to the place I want to be,
I'm going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been a long weary believer,
As I've been away to long,
I now know what I've been searching for,
As He's been there in me all along,
I'm going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I'm going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been and seen lots of places in life's journey,
Now I yearn for familiar faces in familiar places,
I hear familiar voices calling me to come home,
I see familiar faces looking at me,
I'm going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I'm going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
My time is near, the hour I know not,
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I hear His soft sweet voice calling me home,
I can't wait for my real life to begin,
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The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.
A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero's walked the earth in mass.
When patriotism was not just a word
by what men lived and judged the worth of each,
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend.
An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station,
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet.
Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.
What greater honor, that when a man moves forward,
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was.
A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior,
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.
The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now.
Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember,
because he now resides forever in our hearts.
As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye,
as he draws upon his pipe,
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven's gate.
Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010
The Women
(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)
Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,
they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.
They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,
and white was right in South Africa back then,
but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,
you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.
You, my mother, would not, could not break,
You stood firm, you stood tall.
You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.
You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,
the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,
my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,
by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.
You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.
You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,
you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,
you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.
Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,
all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.
I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,
the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.
I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,
you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,
of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.
I salute you!
(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013
The splash of her teardrop upon his cheek
kisses of a mother frail and weak.
His sobbing little sister leans in to say goodbye
why did you leave us, your to young to die.
A stepfather holds back the floods of grief
My son I will miss you our time was so brief.
He guards his emotions to stay strong for his wife
secretly he hides to cry over the loss of this young life.
Shadows of yesterday haunt their heavy minds
They turn off the lights and close the blinds.
Silence fills the room as two parents embrace
sitting where their son passed now just empty space.
Numbed by shock they sat and starred
accepting reality they both found themselves scared.
Yesterday ravaged, tomorrow was full of sorrow
Today each step we take helps heal us for tomorrow.
This is not an easy path for death has left it's mark
for now our vision still seems so very dark.
But after we weep we will rise once more
rising from the ashes, pushing away from deaths door.
There is a grand design we have yet to see
One, only our son could fulfill you see.
When the storm passes we will see God's reason
we survivors find healing through the grieving season.
My Son Scott
Copyright © 2008CaroleCookieArnold
Copyright © Carole Cookie Arnold | Year Posted 2012
You Drive me into this Malice, into this Maze
I can only see the last of days
Your Creation Failed With Me
Burn with malice as you bridge to the plains of ennui
Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012
I am a demon born from things you can not see
I am the devil look deep inside of me
this smile was born from torture and amphetamines
when I was 13 are lab exploded
gassing the house with a toxic odor
I woke up crazed and confused
thinking to myself I burned the house down
but I don't remember how or when
I panicked I ran from home, dripping sweat in my underwear
I remember someone yelling at me hey kid you ok
I ran from him too scared insane the meth in my child's brain
I went home and tapped on my sisters window she awoke
jhin what are you doing are you crazy
omg she smells it to runs out and hugs me its gonna be ok she says
I'm trembling violently sweating profusely I hear my sister screaming
my mother threating punishment if she told anyone about me,
my step dad growling
they come and get me, and whisper in the corner what should we do with him he's gonna die if we dont help him, lets called the hospitable and ask the nurses they did, I could hear them talking with my mother next to me, lady are u insane your child is dying bring him in immediately phone hangs up cold rags hit my head for hours I hallucinate horrific nothings
I watched the clock spin around for hours seeing creatures break the liquid hell walls of my home. when i was 16 I was accepted into college I did one year before the demons came crawling in infecting my mind screaming at me controlling me they said I was skitzo-affective with severe PTSD ,I dropped out of school thinking I was broken not worthy and started to use and abuse .I often think how much more intelligent I could be if that incident didn't happen who i would be without my parents, a different time with a different family, now I often act dumb so I can get along with other humans, if I act myself and say what I really think people don't relate to me, im nothing so i pretend to me stupid so i can have friends that think they get me , im all alone with myself in my self always
Written by sinisterpenz (sinisterpenns)
Copyright © sinister penn | Year Posted 2016
Forgive me Father for I have sinned,
for being born with you to begin,
its been a long time since my last confession,
I don't wont your blessing,
lies and resurrection.
I don't believe in love, I don't believe in faith,
cant stand my own kind,
humble in hate,
I don't believe in truth, I don't wont to be saved,
erase me from your list,
buried, unmarked,
Abused as a child,
bloodstains of a man,
only shovel awaits,
forgive me if you can.
Copyright © Miche Ulman | Year Posted 2013
Dear Mother—I longed for your love:
so when you passed away I wept;
as your spirit rose up above
my stinging tears, which were inept,
flowed as we began to remove
your cold, silent corpse as it slept—.
Days passed—they gathered for your wake,
a soothing time that was not sad
or grave as they tried for my sake
to pay their respects and seem glad:
as you laid there (to never take
a breath again), I could've gone mad!
The hour arrived—the funeral
took place on a cold, winter morn
as if dream-like, strange and surreal.
Distraught, I felt bereaved and torn
as the last rites and burial
made me shrill with grief from Death's scorn!
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2016
See problems they no worry Timothy
He was raised by his Great Grandmother
One day she taught him
Miho you can make life beautiful or ugly
Work hard, find a woman who has a strong back
Beauty fades it doesn't last long
Now let me tell you
A woman with a strong back may not be your perfect companion
Times are changing, I think Faith is more important these days
I say okay Grandma, can I have the horachata now that you made me
No hush up! You can have it when I'm finished talking
Timothy come your poor Grandfather wanted you to have this
It is his Journal and I have never read out of it
She hands it to me
I am struck by it's cover, it is brown and plain
Yet it spoke to me by it's elegant style
These words were printed on the cover "Blanco Vendetta"
I was drawn and pulled in untill I was covered by the spell
The first page I open too it says "My first Mil Besos"
The Temptess that blew my heart away
I turn to page 33
It says "The story of an Apache Warrior"
There are no rules to an Apache Warrior when it comes to fighting
He says if you are my enemy I don't care how but I'm gonna kill you
Page 41 is like a fist full of words thrown across the page
Barrio boxing, The protection of the Shield of Faith
Brokenhearted for my careless speech has left her heartbroken
Strengthened by Love "Amor"
Nourished by the sunshine in her hand
There is healing in its beams
Blessed by her presence Del Dios I am Greatful
I'm like Grandpa what did you say wrong
Then these words come to me
Give her your full attention when she speaks to you
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
So I close it and my finger brushes a bookmark
It's the Last page
It says To: "Timothy my son who is as mighty as an army"
I Thank you for the Greatest Gift
For the Greatest Gifts are as small as your small hand that touched me
I plant these seeds and they will take root and grow because you are good ground
Timothy let me say That without you I would of never found my Faith in GOD
Listen for it is your Grandfather who is dead and speechless
Timothy you see the good in everything
And I know you will understand my words clearly
If a man gives you his word
Promise me not to plan your future on it
And if you give your word my son
Do everything in your Power to fulfill it
AND NEVER Promise more than you can deliver
For it is better to put out more than you promised
Everyman is considered unwise when he appears foolish
I wish I could give you some insight about women
But your Great Grandmother may help you better than I can
But never timothy, Never be quick to fall in Love
Or give your heart to a woman
Listen carefully to her words when she speaks to you
Cherish Her give her your full undue attention
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
Love your neighbors as yourself
And do not strive against another man
If he has done nothing wrong to offend you
AS much as it is possible live peacefully with all men
And it is okay for you to speak these things with your Great Grandmother
She is a very wise and God-fearing woman
Amor take the greatest care of her, I Love you Son
Timothy when the time comes to avenge my death
Hit harder then you ever have before
But not in a Duel son, not like an open Vendetta
Marry his daughter Maria
The one who is pretty and Two years younger than you
Oh! He will suffer greatly!
And it will kill him to know that I chose this way to repay him
And remember son to be ready to fight any man at the drop of a hat
Copyright © Timothy Jacks | Year Posted 2012
You weren't a saint but you were extremely close.
Out of all of the people on Earth, I've always loved you the most.
It will be very painful as they lower you into the ground.
Life will never be the same because you're no longer around.
You were a wonderful human being and a terrific mother too.
Your family and friends will always love you.
You were so sweet and kind that you should've been given a humanitarian award.
The people in Heaven are happy because you're there and so is the Lord.
You're in a better place and that makes your friends and family glad.
But as people see the tears rolling down my cheeks, they know that I'm so sad.
You were one fantastic lady, you were truly one of a kind.
Knowing that Heaven is your new home gives us peace of mind.
From time to time I wasn't the ideal son and that's something I regret.
You gave me life, love and happiness and that's something I'll never forget.
It hurts very much because you are deceased.
Everybody loves you Mom, may you rest in peace.
(Dedicated to Agnes Johnson who passed away March 6, 2013.) (1948-2013)
Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2013
You came unexpectedly, and i was surprised,
you smiled and placed your hand on the glass and cried.
I leaned my head against the glass and told you i am sorry,
i whisper through the phone line, ill start a new story.
You knew i was innocent but you still didn't believe me,
the only person i thought that would stay by my side but you couldn't be.
Mom standing by your side and not wanting to talk,
i got really upset that you came at all cause i didn't want to see you walk.
I needed you, when i was in need,
i was there for you when ever you didn't want to bleed.
I loved you and i cherished you with all my heart,
but before you left your words hit me like a really sharp dart.
You said i failed you,
you cried to me and i knew it was true.
But i needed you to understand me,
but you went your way and upset me.
The glass is now empty and i cant find you even with the fact that I'm out,
i tell you i love you but all you do is shout.
I've lost you for good this time,
so i think i have to do one more crime.
Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2012
Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)
Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,
at a construction site in Bredasdorp.
'horrific', 'repulsed',
'brutally raped', 'shocked',
do these words mean anything,
to anyone,
Not to Anene Booysen,
murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,
at a construction site in Bredasdorp.
Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,
Her 17 year old body tossed aside,
by the hands of men.
Men, always men,
cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.
'Beastly', 'perverted', 'twisted',
do these words mean anything,
to anyone,
Not to Anene Booysen,
who now lies cold and dead.
How many Anene Booysens will it take,
for us,
men, especially men,
to excise the ghastly menace,
of the heinous capacity that resides,
within men,
always men,
to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.
'Brutalise', 'murder', 'rape',
do these words mean anything,
to anyone,
Not to Anene Booysen,
murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,
to die,
in the dirt,
at a construction site,
in Bredasdorp.
Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)
* – Hamba Kahle – "Farewell, Travel Well" in Zulu
** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa
How hard could it be to take my first step?
"Come to mommy, you can do it."
"Oh you're home. Hon, look at him go."
As I take another step, he picks me up.
He hugs me tight but gently and kisses me on the cheek.
I feel so safe, loved and happy. Perhaps that's how it was.
(I really don't remember back that far.)
How hard could it be, my first day at school.
My mom meets me at the front door of the building,
hugs me and says, "How was your first day? Did you have fun today?"
He comes home after a hard day at work and mom says,
"Hi Hon, it was Den's first day of school."
He picks me up in his strong arms and says,
"I knew you could do it." A hug and a kiss on the cheek.
How hard could it be to learn how to drive a car or a truck?
"Den, come with me. Let's take a short ride down the road."
We both climb up into Dad's blue 1955 Chevy pickup.
He stops on the back road, gets out, comes around and says, "Scoot over. It's
your turn."
I start the engine, push in the clutch, shift and we start out slowly.
I'm nervous, I speed up, clutch in, shift again.
Oh crap, I shifted into reverse, truck stopped abruptly and backfired.
Dad looks at me, "But you did it." He hugs me, a kiss on the cheek.
How hard could it be to go away to college?
I'm so glad she has a phone so I can call my mom and dad.
"Hi Den, how are things going? You've got a B average.
That's great. I knew you could do it. I love you, see you soon."
"You met a girl? What's her name? Wow, see you soon. I love you"
"You want to marry her? Big step; in Holland? Okay, we love you."
How hard could it be to have a family?
"Oh, it's a girl. Mireille, that's a nice name." He hugs me, kiss on the cheek.
"Another girl, Michelle, that's a nice name too." He hugs me, kiss on the cheek.
"You finally had a boy, Michael, good choice." Hug and a kiss.
Birthdays, holidays, weekends, visits back and forth, phone calls.
He loves them all, unconditionally. Hugs and kisses all around.
How hard could it be as life goes on?
He watches them grow up, get married and have children.
He loves them all, unconditionally, hugs and kisses all around.
We take short trips and mom and Dad go with us now and then.
We go camping and mom and Dad visit us now and then.
Every time you left, hugs and kisses all around. Always, "See you soon."
Copyright © DENNIS DE ROSE | Year Posted 2013
I cuddled my baby until he took his first few steps
And began to exercise his new freedom of choice,
I heard him babble words like "ma ma" and "da da"
Years before he developed a man's voice.
I lengthened the cord when he desired to run free
And monitored his activities and friendships, too
I trusted wisdom and instruction to guide him
Even in situations that were brand new.
I cheered when he participated in sporting events,
Both at practice and games, I did what proud parents do.
I encouraged him through disappointment and losses
And his joyful response was, "Mom, I love you."
I listened to the things he said no matter where or what
And embraced him when he was sick or sad
I shared my life stories to motivate and inspire
But when I let go of the reins, he was so glad I got mad.
I cried at his high school graduation
And waved farewell when he joined the military.
I beamed when he clicked his heels and saluted.
What a handsome man in uniform he turned out to be.
I sent care packages from time to time
Just to ensure that he was eating right.
I asked my Lord to protect my child,
Each day when I prayed—and each night.
I stockpiled memories before he went away
And rejoiced at hearing news of the battles they won.
I pacified all my concerns with hope
And longed for his work on the battlefield to be done.
I know that a child is a precious gift from God,
And I did my best with the son placed in my care,
God gave him to me, and let war take him away….
He's still my son, and there's much more I could share.
Copyright © Gloria Shell Mitchell | Year Posted 2016
Another son is dead, until five he lived.
For his long life at Shah-Hamdan he had threads tied
"Shehij ninder yee nai. Gahas Kormakh Khudayas Hawale", his mother cries.
No news can penetrate across the mountains. Satellites work here no more
My Kashmir burns. And no one knows.
An old woman with torn scarf sits besides fire. While feeding her neighbor's child
She sighs. Is my son dead or alive? She silently cries.
In Madrasa I hear children reciting Quran. A girl's come out dragging her feet.
I remember her from somewhere. I remember her seeing naked.
Oh! God she is the one who was raped.
Nights have turned pitch black. My eyes are losing the habit of sight
Midnight soldier's set another house ablaze. At least there is some sort of light.
Many letters have been written to God. Postcards posted of those raped girl's
But its curfew again. No post office deliver's the message again.
Death comes from everywhere. Close your windows mother
For bullet respects no womb. It turned Gulistans into tombs.
From the plains the visitors come to visit their God's
They are our only witnesses but hypocrites at heart.
They say paradise is kaasmir. While my Kashmir is ablaze
They testify against us. Is anybody witnessing this? No one at all
Be witness to at least this. Open up your eyes my Lord!
When paradise is painted with colors of hell, certainly divinity loses its grace
In the news the reporter is beaten. Bamboo sticks are hungry for human blood.
Let Kashmir go to hell. A new promise in their portfolio.
Threads have given up at Dastegeer's place. Even they are horrified at our fate.
In Maisuma boys are dragged by police. They close their dreams, end their screams
In a police gypsy.
Men shape into monsters when they are given right to anarchy.
The gypsy drives them into the dark cantonments. They will remember this day
Interrogation officer comes. After celebrating his son's birthday.
The winds from the cantonments bring their news
Burned tires around their necks. Burning stoves near their heads.
The knife tearing up their flesh.
And the boys cry, "We haven't batted yet. Cricket. We know nothing".
Death wants children to be headlines
Hunger has affected the heavens as well.
Graves are full. No more space left.
We need land of the plains. For our graves.
In the ac car the bureaucrat goes. The mother's with search full eyes
Ask about their sons they lost. They drink their tears
And he sips champagne.
Copyright © Muzzaffar Ahmad Shah | Year Posted 2010
It's been almost ten years to December 2002 since Laci Rocha-Peterson and her unborn son were killed by her loser husband, Scott Peterson. This case has haunted the lives of all of the citizens of a California town called Modesto; just outside of San Francisco. It seems that Laci's life was ended permanently too soon, especially when she had planned on giving birth to Scott's first born son, Connor. Both of her parents (her mom and step-dad) were angry, her brother was also angry and dismayed, the people were shocked and disgusted, and so on. Scott Peterson was afraid to be a father, that he never wanted to spend the rest of his so-called "life" with his late wife, and, on top of all that, Mr. Peterson was also afraid that his late wife, Laci, would find about his love affair with another woman named Amber Frey, so he killed her as a cowardly act. Laci Rocha-Peterson and her first born son really didn't deserve to die by the hands of her own husband, their own flesh and blood. She and her son had a whole life ahead of them, especially when her son, Connor, was about to begin the first day of school and stuff. But now that baby Connor and her mother are not on planet Earth and in heaven now, their family members, especially her parents and his grandparents, are still in a depressive mode. What kind of human being would want to dump his or her spouse in a body of water, let alone the San Francisco Bay? Who does that? The media, including the CBS Network, Nancy Grace, and the San Francisco Post were all over the Laci Peterson case, especially when everybody knew that Scott Peterson Selfishly killed his own wife and unborn son. What a coward he is and/or was. Scott may have had all of the ones he loved fooled, but when he walks into the death chamber and is executed by lethal injection, God will decide his punishment. And when He does, Scott Peterson will pay for what he did to his wife and own son, his own flesh and blood. The spirits of Laci Rocha-Peterson and her son will live on in their relatives' lives and through the hearts of the ones who knew her. May she and her son rest in peace.
Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2011
Let me take away your heartache,
Let me bear your unbound pain.
For I don't want you going through,
All that suffering again.
On the worst day of my life thus far,
We were standing side by side.
When we took our boy to hospital,
From Meningitis, there he died.
The pain I felt in my grieving heart,
I have never felt before.
I know those doctors tried to help,
And they could have done no more.
On the morning of Zach's funeral,
With a tear in my eye.
It's the hardest thing I've ever done,
As I bade our son goodbye.
To have your child die in your arms,
And there's nothing you can do.
Is the hardest test this world can give,
But his love will see us through.
So heavenly Father I ask of you,
Don't cast my Son aside.
For that young lad who we love so dear,
I now give to you with pride.
Copyright © Leighton Rees | Year Posted 2012
One Big Cracker
Dear God,
I don't know what to write you
I wrote many lines and then scribbled
I know you like neat and tidy things
I have been sitting by the window since morn
In my grandma's home
You made her alone, remember?
But I visited her daily after school
She is lonely and keeps waiting for me
She bakes my favourite cookies and cakes
You gifted her with nice hands and thoughts
Two days ago she brought me over for keeps
I didn't go to school today
My heart is iron heavy and my legs can't carry it
Do you like to take moms and dads
Only on Friday the thirteenth? *
You also took James mother at the same time
Sara was seen crying, she didn't tell me why
I didn't see her playing with her brother next door
Do you have enough room for so many people?
Granny, Uncle Mark held my hand at the funeral
Uncle Richard, Aunt Jane hugged and kissed me
Many many people came to wish them goodbye
Granny is old, she placed a letter on their coffin
The graveyard was full of flowers, candles and tears
Mom and Dad were buried together and
Granny says she also wants to lie with them
But I don't know where my bed is
I thought you would also burst one big cracker at the cemetery**
So that we could all be together with you
God, when are you going to burst the next cracker?
Balveen Cheema
November 15, 2015
Contest: Oil Painting-3
Sponsor: Eve Roper
* Paris terror mayhem on November 13, 2015, is no less than any terrorist attack in the world. Innocents die and families suffer.
** A bomb goes off at a funeral in Baghdad.
Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2015
white helium balloon
not quite taut
from summer heat and long ride
in the rental car
let fly
by a son
to picture a father
going to a better place
crowd of friends, family
circle round
watch the orb
rise ? just slightly
then hover
just overhead
string dangling forlornly
barely out of towhead's grasp
sad eyes turn to adults
unspoken comes the question, "Why?"
"Never one to leave a party early"
nods a bearded desert-rat
slowly the drooping symbol
wafts past onlookers
barely skimming yard, garden
comes to stop over newly-mown alfalfa field
Gravity persists
drops it slowly
string entwines
among the green stubble
a calloused hand finds
young boy's shoulder,
shaking, as tears fill
saddened brown eyes
"Heaven's whereever he most loved to be, son.
That'd be right here. His flight was short."
Copyright © Susan Buchel | Year Posted 2011
Glistening tears roll down pale cheeks
Not wanting to look but scared not to peek
Another coffin, another life gone
Another funeral, but not the last one.
Eyes looking down, holding each others hands
Swaying together, shoulder to shoulder we stand
A waste of young life what's it all for
Another one afraid to answer the door.
Life is so precious, so short, yet so good
The ground hits the oak it splatters with mud
Another friend gone, more hearts are broke
We swallow it back, on misery we choke.
Blank faces and eyes covered with a mask
A pat on the back an arduous task
To say goodbye to another loved one
So precious to all, another mothers son.
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012
There once was an emperor who had a son
a son who would need to learn lessons in mastermining
to govern the world
thus he gave his son a gift
the lottery
By doing proper math,
formulating teams
to purchase every possible ticket
to win his own lottery
a life lesson of a bribe to demonstrate his ability of doing some excellent math
by mentioning this one day
the emperor's son was ostrocised by society
shunned, introduced to temptation after temptation
drugs and alcohol
held hostage by society
driven to madness
the emperor's son
lit a house on fire to serve his prison sentence
away to a mental institute where he was mentally and physically tortured
through an abusive therapy of medications
reverse psychology
Not sure if my father is still out there
if i'll ever get to meet him
if i was kidnapped or switched at birth
this is my story of a gift an emperor gave
turned society into a disgusting life long experience
while living constant punishment of how pointless life was
formed their own teams
using the emperor's son's formula
rubbed their happiness and succes in his face
proceeded to use their funds to keep their hostage miserable
There is nothing worse in the world you can do to me
it's all been done
nothing worse than existance
i know this from personal experience
many of you were bribed and ready to do the wrong thing
many of you who looked upon a tortured soul and couldn't see his pain
just retaliate with more punishments for his imperfections
nothing more than perfect emotions anyone would feel
This is my story
a truth i've never known or been told
desire parental tests by some doctor who is not going to accept a bribe
i deserve to know the truth
it is definately my turn to have something good happen to me
for the first time in my life
when for the first time in my life
don't be surprised to find it to be an overwhelming experience
of one person's struggle to defend their own life
discover their truth
outwit their suppressors
and overcome the knowledge a disgusting life experience
that will never happen to anyone again
I lived the root of all evil that you used as a weapon
as i was claimed victom to your comandments you used to blackmail me with
make me look like i was the
do not lie about this
start talking
i'm sure there is a higher reward in freeing societies captive
so he can meet his own father
im tired of trying to comit suicide on christmas and my birthday
Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2010
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy
Who knows not what good to do
You forget your manners
Respectful to none but those with a gun
And thus having broken all the rules
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy
Who in spite of a good mother's love
Shows no kindness, sympathy, nor compassion
You follow not the Golden Rule she taught
But seek only ill-gotten crimes of passion
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy
Thy callused heart strings untuned
What innocence is left with in your breast
What values have you for those that adored you
Having their hope replaced by your dope
Is this the life you envisioned
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy
Your once good name now vulgar
Your pants hang low so your butt can show
And you believe it's sexy
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy
Death and violence amidst your comrades
Will bring about your destruction
Thy family of gang which kill, cheat, and steal
You lay still in a red pool of clay as they mock you
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy
Stand before thy creator
For your life for right you tossed for the left
Only now do you weep for the Savior
Copyright © Mark Goodson | Year Posted 2012
woeful dreams of shattered hearts
bode cries of weary souls adrift
in sorrow's impossible embrace
its deathless spirit forever longing
unknown questions overwrought
in darken corners without sound
till quiet whisper's passing hope
their bosom bursting with secrets
in vain consciously disappeared
a shadowy mystery's forgotten
nightmare knowingly awakened
in blindness' forbidden retreat
a senseless loss yet unexplained
engulfed by continuous despair
in a maelstrom's hidden depths
its tipping point deeply mired
by nonstop waves of lost tears
in a tempest of howling winds
of returned dust e'er scattered
from east to west and beyond
in the cycle of life now undone
when enough is NOT enough
and Hade's thirst is quenched
in limbo men's souls remain
© Eugene Harvey
Copyright © Eugene Harvey | Year Posted 2013
A father takes his end
and lets his child descend.
Volodymyr Knyr
Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014
A spirit as fragile as glass
A soul virgin in depth
As innocent to the world as to him or herself.
A stranger to emotions, a vessel covered in flesh and a unknown purpose here, on this earth
to be discovered , yet.
Circumstances surrounding his or her conception is not known, but the child is a "gift" from
one... to two...then back to one.
The Child is "joy" whether a daughter or son.
A world commanded by nine and not by ten, created of three, defined as one.
Let the writer's write about the child's world in view and inform the Gatekeeper to prepare to review .
copyright @2004,2010 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins
Copyright © Carrie Love-atkins | Year Posted 2010
The cracked spine of
the book I dropped
at the call.
A chip in my
windshield left by a
pompous *?#@! in a
red sports car as I
drive to the
Rain expectorating
from an ashen sky as
the dirt is turned.
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
crack in grandma's
spine from her fall
down the stairs.
The chip in her
amazingly smart mind
after eighteen years
as a teacher.
Tears running,
dripping from my
Mothers ashen face
as she cries "My
mama's dead."
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
cracked family
emotions left raw
and empty.
The chip in Grandpas
numb mind at the
gathering… "Where is
Irene she should be
Faces gone ashen
with dread, do we
leave him numb or
remind him that his
wife is dead?
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
empty silences,
missing the jokes
Grandma used to
Grandma's laugh and
her endless smile
which always exposed
that tooth with the
chip in it.
Without her the
world has become
empty, bleak, and
Today is terrible.
Copyright © Summer Gratias | Year Posted 2011
These words I write with tear filled eyes,
As a new dawn comes to light.
Another day without you Son,
Nor' a star filled winters night.
Your Mother sends her love dear boy,
As our hearts are torn in two.
A Major came to see us Son,
He brought us news of you.
He told us of your courage,
Of the fight that lay ahead.
The soldier that we knew you were,
Then he told us, " you were dead".
You left for a tour of duty,
With the army in your heart.
We are proud to have had you in our lives,
We won't always be apart.
You fought for Queen and country,
Now your duty sure is done.
A man, a friend, a soldier,
And my ever loving Son.....
Oh, my little son is dead
They killed him in that war
That has nothing to give me
Oh, I love my boy
The only I gave him away
Like a bad father
I cannot believe I let him to go
He's there somewhere in cold
Without I give him a funeral love
Why I have to do that
To let him to go without me
My little son who dead
At that awful night
And alone and tells to the moon to call dad
Oh, God I rebound you
Of my boy's death
I have to run far away
To throw myself over his dirty body
Of my boy's death
Who killed him having no heart?
The only one I have
Where can I find one?
As my little, handsome king's boy
Oh, my little tiger where your body
Has been thrown away?
My son you heard me
Tell me where you are
Your dead body or alive
Help me to find him
Please God.
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2012
Look at our three little boys all grown up. You'd be so proud of the men they are today. They think of you often and what'd you say to them today. I wish you could have been here to see them grow into the men they are today. Their no longer the little boys who use to need us to need us to make their bumps and bruices go away. Their now the strong men that have their own family's. You gave me three angels from above but, you were taken from us to soon. I know your always watching after them from above. Even tho their all grown up they'll always be our three little boys.
Copyright © sasha reeves | Year Posted 2012
The blood river will turn back white
Lilies will overcome river surface
Fish will make river their abode
The cloud will cry in love
Cry no more son
Stretch not your lacrymal son
Our days of joy is come
Our tale will make the book of history
Of our agony,though great will be late(dead)
Our pain,a flame buried in dark
Cry no more son,we have won
Our elegy is gone,Requiem vanished
Cry no more
The trumpet of our elephant will go loud;
Break ears,make world talk like a crooking frog
The leaves will speak of rain and fog
Cry no more son,a new song is come
Cry no more,your mates are come
The war is gone,the field is yours
Make river your ball,play in dark and hunt;
Kill,catch games of all sort
Cry no more son,we have won
Our days of pain are gone
Copyright © Muyiwa Caleb | Year Posted 2016


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LAGRANGE — Keystone pitcher Sara Lowman entered the game Friday against North Royalton at the Prebis Memorial Classic as a scared freshman on one of the biggest stages of her young career. Seven innings later, she was on her way to becoming another Wildcat legend.
Lowman pitched a complete game four-hitter and drove in the game-winning run with one-out single with the bases loaded as Keystone defeated the Bears 4-3. The Wildcats improved to 12-3.
"The first inning, I had big jitters, but my defense had my back," Lowman said. "After the first inning, I went back in the dugout and told one of the coaches, 'I am so scared right now,' and she told me 'it's just another game' and that settled me down."
Lowman's game-winning hit capped a dramatic 11-pitch at-bat during which she fouled off six two-strike pitches and rolled her ankle tripping over first base, running out one of those foul balls. Eventually she was able to straighten out a Nikki Newman pitch and deposit it deep into the left-field corner, allowing Destiny Weber to score from third.
Weber, a freshman catcher, led off the seventh with a double to left-center field, the game's only extra-base hit.
Morgan McNulty followed with a single to center and Carleigh Herrington was intentionally walked, setting the stage for Lowman.
"I went up to bat in the seventh inning thinking it was just another at bat," said Weber, Keystone's leadoff hitter. "I was confident that I was going to get a hit. I am honored coach (Jim) Piazza thinks enough of me to bat me leadoff. I get excited to start off an inning, so it was a perfect opportunity for me in the seventh."
North Royalton (5-4) scored first in the second inning after Katie Newman walked, stole second and came home on a Kirsten Kovar RBI single to left.
The Wildcats scored two runs in the fourth inning but lost a chance for a big inning when pinch runner Darcy Irish was called out at home on a rare 8-2 fielder's choice. Irish was tagging up at third as it appeared that Brittany Bowers' line drive to center was about to be caught, but as the ball fell in front of centerfielder Xiomara Santiago, she had the presence of mind to fire it home just beating the sliding Irish.
Nicole Neri's RBI single in the fifth inning put Keystone on top 3-2. However, the Bears tied the game in the top half of the seventh on a Rachel Latosky fielder's choice.
"In the seventh inning, I told the team it was OK if they tied the game, because I had confidence that we would score in the bottom of the seventh," Piazza said. "We're young and we're learning. It's not always pretty at times. These games are a learning experience. The do or die games start in about two weeks."
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NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE HAS ISSUED A FIRE WEATHER WATCH FOR THE DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA FROM 10 AM EST THIS MORNING THROUGH THIS EVENING. A FIRE WEATHER WATCH MEANS THAT CRITICAL FIRE WEATHER CONDITIONS ARE FORECAST TO OCCUR.So I guess watch out for forest fires in Meridian Hill Park, and don't burn your leaves in your front lawn, or something.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Don't catch on fire today
This was kind of strange - I got this message from AlertDC, in ALL CAPS:
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Yeah, you pretty much got it right. It means the conditions are idea for wildfires. Low humidity, drought conditions and strong winds. But yeah, probably not a big deal 'cept for rock creek.
- February 12, 2009 at 5:45 PM
- bothsidesofthefence said...
That alert was a little confusing/misleading - I thought there was an actual fire occurring, not that the conditions were ripe for a fire.
- February 13, 2009 at 9:42 AM
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In this month's animal profile we speak to keeper Harna about Bart the 12 year-old Squirrel Monkey from Melbourne Zoo.
Bart and his three brothers have travelled quite a distance to get to Melbourne, first arriving around four years ago after growing up in Apenheul Zoo in the Netherlands.
Bart is the dominate male within the group, making sure they all get along, only stepping in if his younger brothers step out of line. Like all Squirrel Monkeys, Bart is very inquisitive about new things and new people but is also very naughty, constantly testing the boundaries with his keepers.
Despite this, Bart is always very happy to see his keepers and eagerly greets them when they enter his exhibit. This is especially the case if they are carrying his favourite treats of dried fruits and grapes which they use for Bart's training sessions. His day-to-day diet consists of a variety of fruit, vegetable, insects and browse.
The Squirrel Monkey is indigenous to South America and is classified as vulnerable in the wild. The main risk to their survival is the loss of habitat through logging and farming and also the illegal pet trade.