gsp Thoughts From A Diva: 11/26/06 - 12/3/06

Thoughts From A Diva

Random images and thoughts from a misplaced Minnesota Diva trying to survive in Wisconsin.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Waterski, anyone?

The N Word

LZ Granderson is a writer for ESPN. He is articulate and well-educated. And after reading the above article, I am now a fan.

He discusses the use of the N word by black athletes and rappers. He asks them to stop using it because it keeps the country divided.

I agree.

I have only said that word once. When I was in grade school, the movie "Roots" came out. Anyone remember that? It was a powerful, moving experience. My entire family sat around the television each night to watch the story unfold over several nights.

In that movie, the N word is used frequently. So one night I had a question and I used that word. I have never seen my mother so upset. I thought she was gonna wash my mouth out with soap.

She then explained that it is never to be used. It is worse than a cuss word she explained to me because it made someone feel inferior and that is never a good thing.

I have never used the word again. And I do not allow its use in my house. I have also banned the word faggot.

They are both derogatory and inappropriate for any situation.

Pictures: Must see

SportsShooter.com - member: William Thompson: "Image © 2003, William Thompson || Sgt. Derek Pelletier of Boston Mass., an engineer from B Company, 11th Engineer Battalion, waves combat convoys through lane six of the berm separating Kuwait and Iraq Friday morning, March 21st 2003, as America began it's attack on Sadam's regime. Pelletier's unit worked though the night to reduce the berm. He continued to wave the flag for most of the day as thousands of vehicles from the 3rd Infantry Division passed."

Medal Of Honor Awardee

Sgt First Class Paul Ray Smith was given the Medal of Honor (posthumously).

This is a series of pictures describing the ceremony.

Very nicely done.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Let's Bring Em Home!

I'm not talking about from Iraq...I mean just to bring them home to see their families for the holidays.

Let's Bring Em Home!: "Please help! One thing I've noticed over the past few months is all the cars driving around with those magnetic yellow ribbons on the back. While I think it's a great show of support for the troops, I find myself wondering if this person really does care about the well being of our men and women in uniform, or if they're just appeasing their own guilty conscience. I wonder if they pop this commercialized logo on the back of their family sedan and say to themselves, 'Well I've done my part.' Because if that's all we do -- a meaningless magnet that we picked up as an afterthought while buying a cup of coffee -- then we've really let down those who fight to protect us from evil.

We need to do more. We need to do more than to just sit on our butts and eat turkey, while the 'United We Stand' sticker on your car window grows more and more faded each day. We need to do more than to set our VCR to record a Discovery Channel documentary on our troops over in Iraq and Afghanistan. We need to do more and you know it just as much as I do."

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Nightmare

I woke up ready to kick some ass this morning.

I had a badass dream this morning. In this dream, I was at a sorority house and there were a bunch of girls there. One of the girls was sitting on the front doorstep.

As I walked past her, she reached out and pinched me. Now, I hate being pinched. I am so NOT in to pain. So I simply turned around and pinched her back. She kept pinching me over and over again. And I kept pinching her back...on the leg, the thigh, the neck, the arm...wherever I could reach.

This whole time I had been holding a huge bag of sugar about half full. You know, one of those huge 25 pound bags.

Pretty soon, I was so pissed that I started to swing that bag at her. I stopped myself and turned to walk away from her. She reached out and pinched me one more time. I have never felt such rage. I turned around and glared at her. Very quietly I said, "If you ever touch me again, I will destroy you."

I then turned around and walked back down the road towards my car. I was just steaming. Pretty soon, I could hear people behind me. I turned around and all the girls from the sorority were headed at me.

Instead of running away, I turned and waited for them. I was so pissed, I was ready to kick some ass. And I didn't know what they were so pissed about - I was the one that had been attacked!

They were just reaching me when I woke up. I'd like to think that I would have kicked some royal ass, but we will never know.