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CAMP CASEY IN LITTLE ROCK
Arkansas Dept of Tourism to
serve as lodging clearinghouse for Katrina refuge seekers.....
We'll then post the findings on our Web
www.Arkansas.com - which you'll be able to use to help people
find lodging. Information about emergency shelters and motel room
availability is there now and will be continuously updated.
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Championship Chuckwagon Races founder acknowledged for land and water
Gozarks Health Care
Which means, of course, that it is incumbent upon us to use every ounce of our innately unique personal wherewithal to "make things better," but then -- taking an honest look around us today -- isn't that were the REAL problems (ie: obsessive/compulsive "mothering" and "fathering") come in?
PRESCRIPTION FOR PERSONAL/GLOBAL GOOD
Listed ingredients derive all active properties from some intimate appreciation of love, no matter how poorly expressed. Friendship, however, involves rational thinking and a proclivity to remember warmly, for example, that appreciation is not equal to a knowledge or practice of love.
Ingest regularly, at minimum once each morning and night, preferably with good food.
If any action feels void of love, cease immediately, take two aspirin tablets or one glass of wine and call me in the morning.
Though it may be difficult to believe, this prescription has the potency to cure every affliction known and a few we ain't thought of yet but seem somehow bent to achieve.
And while we as a scientific community are just now beginning to gain fragments of understanding about the hows and the whys which quantify and clarify the reasons this prescription works, proof of its therapeutic usefulness as a "cure all" (silver bullet) elixir abounds in clinical trials.
Additionally, it is widely recognized from clinical studies that "trust" is the essential "carrier" ingredient of each capsule. Qualitative research has conclusively proven that in those instances where acts purported to be based in loving friendship were administered in mega-doses yet in the absence of the carrier-vehicle trust, the loving friendship passes through the system unabsorbed, thus "healthy friendship" is bio-chemically aborted and the (sometimes chronic) maturity deficiency persists.
To correct the deficiency, massage the affected area with patience and understanding.
PS: The aroma of the 8.5lb hunk of (poor little dismembered piggy) pork is wafting to my office/boudoir from our family kitchen, being roasted (via the excessive consumption of natural resources on an electric rotisserie) to perfection soon. Thus the conundrum to crack, re: sanity/integrity; the proverbial slippery slope, thin gray line, etc., etc., et al.
All the more reason, one might say, to
"fight the good fight" -- which of course metaphorically speaking
translates to declining to fight at all... ie: no more mothering
or fathering -- only friendships wealthy with love built on
By Ted Rall
Wed Aug 3,10:40 AM ET
Americans Cheer Fictional Insurgents, Real-Life Invaders
Sounds like a movie, huh? "Red Dawn" is a classic document of Reagan-era jingoism filtered through Cold War paranoia. Audiences cheered American nationalist insurgents as they blew holes through onscreen Soviet conscripts in 1984. Rent it today and you will too.
The mid-'80s were good for fictional American resistance movements. The miniseries "V," which premiered in 1983, was followed by a 1985 sequel and eventually a full-fledged weekly TV series, focused on a cell of underground resistance fighters who bombed police stations, government offices and important infrastructure--including an oil refinery!--in the course of a long, brutal and desperate war against reptilian invaders from outer space. (The clever creatures disguise themselves in human form to get the locals to cooperate.) The series' writers kept things interesting by writing lots of moral ambiguity into their scripts. Some aliens form a "fifth column" allied with the human resistance movement while some earthlings sell out their neighbors and relatives, but none of that matters in the end. You still root for the men and women the government and official media call "terrorists."
1985 saw the widescreen release of a remake of the '50s Red Scare flick "Invasion, U.S.A.," this time with mullet-tressed action hero Chuck Norris deploying heavy weaponry against fiendish commie saboteurs wreaking havoc in the streets of, inexplicably, south Florida.
The more stuff Chuck blows up, the louder we applaud. After all, he ain't no terrorist--he's a freedom fighter, albeit a poorly-directed one clumsily reading incredibly stupid lines.
Cheering for the underdog is as American as fatty food. In the movies we love heroes who simply want to be left alone--but are willing, like Charles Bronson in "Death Wish," to dish out double-sized portions of blazing revenge when the baddies cross the line. Why, then, don't we pull for the Iraqi insurgents? They are, like Clint Eastwood in his '70s and '80s action flicks, fighting back against overwhelming odds. And most, like Patrick Swayze and Charlie Sheen in "Red Dawn," are high school kids who, at first resigned to the U.S. invasion, take up arms in disgust at an increasingly abusive and hostile army of occupation. Americans play opposite roles in the two scenarios, yet we identify with Americans in both. Where the heck is our sense of empathy? Why can't we see ourselves in the faces of those kids firing RPGs at convoys of Halliburton trucks stealing Iraqi oil?
Here's the rub:'s resistance fighters are breaking a lot of eggs to cook their omelet of liberation. They kill other Iraqis. They kidnap and execute foreign aid workers, truck drivers, businessmen, even diplomats and children. Americans, we tell ourselves, would never resort to that kind of terrorism--not even to free ourselves from occupation.
Imagine America under the jackboot of, say, Icelandic occupation. At first many Americans are happy to see Bush arrested and put on trial, but it doesn't take long before we start to miss him. Promises of rapid rebuilding evaporate. Two years after saturation bombing has leveled Washington, Los Angeles, New York and other major cities, the rubble is overrun with rats and wild dogs. America's natural resources--coal, lumber, oil--are shipped back to Iceland without recompense. Unmarked checkpoints spring up everywhere, transforming a drive to the 7-11 to get water--faucets are dry--into a potentially lethal exercise. Icelandic troops conduct house raids to take away Americans' guns. Since there's no electricity for streetlights, the night belongs to gangs, who rape and hold women for ransom. There are no jobs, unless you count working for the hated police force of the puppet regime, the Unified Nordic Republic of Icelanderica. UNRI lackeys ride alongside Icelandic storm troopers to point out the homes of "terrorists," who are bagged, beaten and dragged off into the night, never to be seen again. Most of the victims are innocent civilians, of course, but the Icelandics don't speak English. They mistakenly trust their toadies, who use their authority to act on personal grudges.
These collaborators, as Karl Rove would point out, are fair game--for attacks by American resistance fighters. As in "V." And "Red Dawn."
A few years pass. The Icelandic government turns over nominal "sovereignty" to its puppet American regime, but nothing changes on the ground. The checkpoint shootings, mass arrests and chaos continue unabated. Almost everyone has lost a friend or family member to the war. There's an "election," but members of the prewar Democratic and Republican parties are barred from participating. America as we know it has been rubbed out.
The humiliation is total. Icelandic forces pass out decks of cards depicting the faces of former senators, governors and generals. They shoot deposed leader George W. Bush's twin daughters and air images of their bloody, mutilated faces on state television. They print photos of Bush, haggard and obviously abused in his secret prison, wearing nothing but underwear.
Adding to the anger of patriotic Americans is the willingness of the rest of the world to forget what has happened. Other nations, including former prewar allies like Great Britain and Italy, reopen their embassies and post ambassadors to the "new America." Therecognizes the collaborationist regime as legitimate and meets with its appointed leader, a man unknown in America because he spent his entire life in exile in Iceland. Carpetbaggers (the collaborationist press calls them "entrepreneurs") pour in from abroad, scheming to line their pockets by prolonging Americans' misery and poverty. Aid groups and other NGOs seeking to help hungry and homeless Americans mean well, but their presence reinforces a sense that things are back to normal--and the collaborationist media points to their presence as tacit endorsement of the occupation.
Obviously the U.S. nationalist insurgents don't want to kill civilians. They prefer that foreigners stay out of occupied America so they can focus on driving out the Icelandics, but naive and greedy intruders ignore their warning not to associate with the puppet regime. Leaders of the resistance are forced to make a brutal choice. They can kill a few diplomats here, a few aid workers there, but since executions serve no purpose as warnings unless their horror is publicized, the American patriots choose to distribute videotapes of the killings. Similarly, they warn their countrymen not to join the collaborationist police forces. But there's only one way to ensure that the jobless won't sell out their country in order to feed their families: suicide bombers who take out as many traitors as possible.
Yes, there would be an alternative to these brutal tactics. The conquered Americans could simply accept that there will never, ever again be a land of the free and home of the brave where the United States used to be. But that would hardly be a Hollywood ending.
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SPECIAL REPORT: It's OUR $$$
In reply to Louise Tempelmeirer, re: How much the big 78 plant pot bust in Baxter County, Arkansas, cost us taxpayers, we at ArmchairHoodlum.com and Gozarks.com went to Shirley High School early in 2004 to interview Lt. Col. Moore, head of the Arkansas National Guard Drug Interdiction Team, to ask that very question. [READ MORE....]
All about me.....
Also I was thinking about the last 5 years of my life. Looking back to what circumstances were when Gozarks made its official debut online (April 19, 2000), contrasting same alongside where things are today.
As regular readers already know, there have been some major changes in my life over the course of these several years. Most significant, perhaps, is that I have now, for nearly a year, been a single woman. In context of this I've been doing a lot of "evaluating." Taking stock of not so much "what I have" but more of "who I am." Because I believe that, above all else, if we -- any of us -- are ever to be capable to be "true to another" we must first and foremost be "true to self." And of course, to be true to anyone, we must absolutely "know" who they are... especially when the "they" is "me."
Anyway, I realized this morning -- as I was imagining myself stepping through the sliding-glass doorwall of my would-be bedroom in the home I am looking to own, out onto the spacious wood deck (where the hot tub will be), overlooking the expansive yard (which my raised-bed gardens and decorative pond shall someday adorn), and sipping my morning coffee as I listen to Billy Joel on my (fabulous) "surround sound" system while doing my morning exercises -- that I have a lot of unfulfilled images floating around in my head.
I remember thinking very similar thoughts about the quality of life I desire when my former husband and I purchased the house where I now reside, here in Shirley, but it seemed like for the 15 years we lived here together that "something" always seemed to "get in the way" of making this (rather simple and some would say banal) dream come true. And I think I realize now that the main thing that got in the way of this "happening" was a complete absence of "mutual craving" for this particular version of reality to be made manifest.
That is, this lovely (to me) scenario was
and is my personal vision of "how life should be" -- and no one else in my
life, my husband specifically, ever really *wanted* this particular
version of reality for "self."
And "meant" (as we all are) to live my own dreams.
So now I have my work cut out for me, giving my very best effort to having what I want. Thus I am busy organizing the $$$ to buy the house I want to own and making this (quantum) life-style move.
FYI: I have until August 15 to secure financing and set a closing date set. And if any among you reading this happen to be lenders looking for a reliable borrower, well... my phone number is 501-723-4322 and I'd be happy to chat with you.
Essentially, I'm wanting a $165,000 mortgage with no money down, 5.5% fixed per annum, and a monthly payment of roughly $800 based on a 30-year payoff but with a balloon at the end of 15. How about stepping up to the plate and enabling me to make my own dreams come true...
PS: If you want to know more about me (including the results of my "personality profile"), have a look here (and scroll down). Also, a glance at the column below will give you a good idea of where Gozarks and I are headed. And, if you're so inclined, take a photo tour of my dream home by clicking here.
Gozarks goes to the
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