I'm pretty amazed at the gutless wonders we call leaders. Instead of "the buck stops here" it's like, "try and track down the buck if you can" or more precisely, "the buck is in my pocket and I'm not giving back".

Marc Foley gets caught humping children and runs to rehab shouting,"a priest fondled me!" So what!? When you know something is wrong...you don't do it.

Our Constitution has been vandalized and the Geneva Convention shredded. We've just watched our government pass a law that says it's fine and dandy to torture people because....an American was once tortured by the Taliban.

What is this, kindergarten? I am so tired of people being caught red-handed, and then pointing their red hand at someone else and saying "it's their fault". I wait in anticipation of the "nah nah na nah nah".
And what happened to taking the higher road? The U.S. was an icon of law and justice in the world; now under the guise of freedom, people can be hustled out of their homes in the dead of night without recourse and it's legal to brutalize them.

When did oppression and repression ever enforce freedom and democracy?
These things are opposites and you can't turn off the lights to make it bright in here.

For those people who say the beliefs I hold dear are unpatriotic and I should leave America...I'm beginning to think you are right. I don't want to be here when they start rounding up different groups of people and putting them in camps and prisons. In case anyone has forgotten, we've already seen what happens when a country abandons law and "enforces their borders". But why should we allow history to stop us from taking a long walk on a short pier?

I hope Jesus or aliens, or somebody comes to save us...if we have to leave it up to the gang of hooligans presently in charge, we might as well bend over and kiss our sweet asses goodbye.
Morality....what a joke. If this is morality, someone please point me in the direction of hell. Oh never mind, I just noticed we're standing in a hand basket.

It's the middle of the night in Pye land. I should be soundly pounding my pillow but I fell asleep during Star Trek and never woke up to the Man Show. (ew) I thought I'd blog some, but my head seems to be as empty as my bed presently is.
I thought it would be a great time to chat, but the chatroom is empty. Then I thought..hey, if I go in there, maybe someone will join me.
So, using my secret code, I unlocked the lobby door and slipped in. Got bored so I cleaned up a bit..you guys are getting messy...empty bottles, candy wrappers, crumbs...gees guys. I started wondering if anyone was out there, so I checked the front page and discovered only five people were actually in the stream at the moment, so I came back here. I start writing and look up, and it says 1 person in the chat room. Oh boy! They must have seen me and checked in just as I checked out! Woo hoo..back to the lobby I beamed. Empty? Oh no...the person recorded in the chatroom was me - and I'm tired of talking to myself so now I'm here again.
I still don't have a thing to say and Pye Cat is desperate to hang over my shoulder in the "Don't you think it's time to lay down and let me sleep on your chest" position...so with a song in my heart and a cat on my back to the sweet abyss I go.
Goodnight streamers,
Morpheus Pye

The Bill of Rights: A Transcription

Note: The following text is a transcription of the first ten amendments to the Constitution in their original form. These amendments were ratified December 15, 1791, and form what is known as the "Bill of Rights."

Amendment I

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

Amendment II

A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.

Amendment III

No Soldier shall, in time of peace be quartered in any house, without the consent of the Owner, nor in time of war, but in a manner to be prescribed by law.

Amendment IV

The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.

Amendment V

No person shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise infamous crime, unless on a presentment or indictment of a Grand Jury, except in cases arising in the land or naval forces, or in the Militia, when in actual service in time of War or public danger; nor shall any person be subject for the same offence to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb; nor shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself, nor be deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor shall private property be taken for public use, without just compensation.

Amendment VI

In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and public trial, by an impartial jury of the State and district wherein the crime shall have been committed, which district shall have been previously ascertained by law, and to be informed of the nature and cause of the accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him; to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor, and to have the Assistance of Counsel for his defence.

Amendment VII

In Suits at common law, where the value in controversy shall exceed twenty dollars, the right of trial by jury shall be preserved, and no fact tried by a jury, shall be otherwise re-examined in any Court of the United States, than according to the rules of the common law.

Amendment VIII

Excessive bail shall not be required, nor excessive fines imposed, nor cruel and unusual punishments inflicted.

Amendment IX

The enumeration in the Constitution, of certain rights, shall not be construed to deny or disparage others retained by the people.

Amendment X

The powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the States, are reserved to the States respectively, or to the people.

When did you start on the blogstream?
July 2006

What were you expecting to get out of it when you started?
I thought I would post a couple of things and loose interest.

What is the biggest surprise you've had since you started?
How wonderful the people are who I've met and read.

What is the best thing about blogging?
Learning about others and myself

Would you say you are addicted to blogging?
It isn't addiction, it is fascination and interest. The more time I spend in the stream, the more it feels like family and I just have to see how everyone is doing everyday.

Do you see that as good or bad or neither?
Absolutely GOOD

Name some bloggers you like and say what it is you like about them?
Shew..that's a big order.
"There's Always Hope" by Rosie because she exudes so much love.
"Young, Broke and Republican" because Knowlton is so intelligent and honest.
"Living and Dying in 5/4 time" and "His Queen" because the Capt. and Chey are so beautiful together and so giving to everyone else.
"He-man Woman Hater's Clug" because Big Shane is a riot.
There are many, and new ones that I discover everyday!

What is the worst thing about blogging?
Have a look at my messy apartment...I've nearly stopped doing housework so I can swim in the stream!

Now that you've started, do you think you will ever give up blogging?
That I cannot say..the future is yet to be written, but it would be difficult at this point because I'm making such wonderful friends.

If you have a blog on another site, what is the difference between that site and the blogstream?
I do not have another blog, but I've read some other sites and the difference is people here have respect for others and don't spend their energy putting everyone down who has a different opinion.

If you knew the blogstream was going to have a party somewhere in the U.S. would you go?
I'd sure want to!

Who would be the blogger you would most like to meet?
These questions are so hard!!! Everyone!

What would be the most fun about meeting the bloggers?
Putting the energy I feel from people with their writings.

Would you rather have it in Vegas or at Whit's house?
Where does Whit live? My choice would be somewhere near the ocean.

Which blogger would you choose to be in charge of the music?
Me!

Which blogger would you choose to be in charge of the food?
Biggie T and Big Shane

Which blogger would you choose to be the emcee?
Captain Morgan

Who would you expect to be the biggest party animals?
Lucy and Heather

Who would you expect to have the biggest hangover the next day?
all of us?

Who would you expect to be different than what they seem on their blog?
Scratch

If you could sit next to one blogger at dinner who would it be?
Hmm..that's another hard one...don't know!

Aside from your significant other, who would you want to dance with at the party?
I'd dance with anyone who wanted to dance with me, but I never learned how to slow dance, so I'd need some instruction.

Where should we go for breakfast the following morning
Wherever they serve the best coffee

I came to the stream with no expectations. It was a new experience to me and I knew not what to expect.

The friends and support I've been finding here is the biggest surprise. Thought I would just be writing my thoughts with an occasional comment, but didn't expect to find community and such a wonderful sense of belonging.

Immersing myself in sharing and communing felt ...new; an opening up of my spirit and mind, like discovering new doors and windows in my mind.

Surprise, surprise! A couple of doors got opened I was not prepared for. The light from those rooms pouring out into my psyche has stopped me dead in my tracks.

Funny how you can have an idea of yourself and feel so fine and secure within it's definitions; never thinking those "cellular walls" can be redefined without your approval. Of course, this is purely delusional...but I have felt very safe in my delusion for a good long time now! How dare reality intrude itself upon me...

It is most difficult for me to even brooch the subject of this awakening. I have been so determined and so successful at denying it, and the pain that caused me to become this was so exquisite that I never had any question as to the validity of my behavior. But sometimes you crash into your denial in the form of a Big life-encompassing person who dances around a cyber lobby with such grace and passion that your defenses melt and your heart becomes exposed. Suddenly you see a part of yourself, so long forgotten, so well hidden and protected from your own eyes that you freeze. Life stops momentarily and time stretches out like an historical novel. "Oh my god...that's me".
I found myself running away at full speed. Not from the lobby; not from the stream but from myself. No matter where I ran though, there I was. The door was open and there is no closing it again...the light coming though it is way too powerful.

I don't want a partner. I don't want love. I don't want romance. I don't want to feel complete oneness with another human being.
These are the statements of denial I have been enforcing within myself for at least ten years now. I told the joke "I'm not a lesbian, I just hate men" so often that I actually believed myself. And then that Big guy had to take off his mask and celebrate who he really was...I could not bear to watch. My heart was aching and the cracks and chips of so many losses crumbled to the ground in a pile of love lost rubble.

How much it pains me to admit I do want love...I do want to be held and cared for...you just can't even believe. A battle now rages within me for control of my desires...desires I had banished and hated in their many years of exile. I am soooo good at avoiding reality...wow, all the while knowing within me the reasons why I would not watch love stories or go to weddings.

I am still in a state of "stun-ation" and have no idea what I'm going to do with this forgotten me. I'm certain I will process it now and strive to absorb and understand it, because that is my way. But truly, I almost wish it had never burst out of my brain and into my consciousness. I don't want to look at it, but now I must. Being the incredibly good soldier that I am, and never having left my foxhole during this war, I never expected to find this battle was for love. But then, what else is there?