Saturday, October 31, 2015

Juran que no puedo vivir sin tu amor;
Dicen que soy débil por ti y que he perdido;
Me acusan de sufrir de horror y de pavor;
En perderte o no haberte tenido.

¿Cómo decirles que no es cierto?
Como negar que yo sufro de dolor;
De no tenerte en este corazón abierto;
Que ha vivido lo más bello de la vida, en tu calor.

Nuestro amor me ha hecho vivir;
Me ha hecho mirar, me ha hecho sentir;
Tu piel me ha arrebatado hasta el sufrir;
De no respirar sin tu perfume, de tu reducir.

Tal vez los que juran, lo saben, y es lo cierto;
Pues te amo y yo lo hago con placer;
Mi mirada esta vacía como un desierto;
Si no te tengo aquí, si no llenas mi ser.

Y es ahora que te respiro y me lleno de ti;
Que me doy cuenta que nunca supe lo que ahora;
Que vivir es sentir exactamente así;

Como te siento yo cuando me enamoras.
Trato de hablarte de amor y me rechazas;
Trato de darte dulzura y caricias y no lo aceptas;
Yo no sé si soy yo o si eres tú, el que está de caza;
Pues el cariño se atiende, se refresca, se respeta.

Y te digo, mírame, tócame, tómame suavemente;
Y no sé si me aceptas o me dices provocantemente, que no;
No me atrevo a besarte o tocarte irremediablemente, impotente,
Pues tus señas me confunden, y me enredan y esto no es bueno.

Dame una seña, dime si el universo es nuestro;
O si debo aceptar mi presente, como debo enfrentar, mi futuro;
Dime si quieres estar conmigo, un día, en un encuentro;
De cara a cara, de beso a beso, suavemente y al mismo tiempo duro.

Dame tu si o dame ya la cachetada;
Para despertar o dormir pensándote;
Entrégame las flores aunque están atadas;
A mi corazón o empújame a morir sangrándote.

Déjame desnudar mi alma en ti de una vez;
Déjame llorar o disfrutarte a ti por siempre;
O quítame la vida y destroza esta mi tez;
Que no sabe vivir sin pensar en tu dulce vientre.

No sé cómo separarme de ti,
No sé cómo olvidar esta  ilusión;
Pero si pides alejarte de mí;
Te dejo y te quiero, con toda mi pasión.

Adios….


No pediré disculpas por ser mi o por quien yo soy;
No me daré por vencido, no lo hice ayer y no lo haré hoy;
No voy a preguntar por permiso para ir a donde voy;
Yo soy quien soy, lo he sido siempre y lo seré, por donde estoy.

Mi vida es única, es la mía, y aunque sea rara;
Está inundada de balas, y de besos y de abrazos;
También está llena de golpes, de dolores, mis amores y no se compara;
A lo que en mi cara se refleja, aunque si me ata con sus garras y sus lazos.

Caminos por todos lados, por las costas, por laderas;
Rutas que me atormentan, decisiones por tomar;
Serán bosques, o desiertos, serán selvas o praderas,
Serán vigorosos saltos o pasos lentos, que yo temo, atravesar.

Soy quien soy, y así soy, porque este es lo que yo soy;
Y así eres tú, a como eres, y a como quieres;
Y si somos como somos, vamos juntos, hoy por hoy;
A dejar atrás lo viejo y aceptar el mí y el quien tú eres.

lee Jaen Nic' 15
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Tuesday, October 27, 2015



Here I am, wondering how I ever got here;
There you are, just doing your thing;
Both of us are done with the tears;
All we have left are memories, my dear.

Did you know that the moment we spoke?
You and I, had somehow been given;
A wild ride that would leave us so broke;
With our pasts asking to be forgiven.

Tell me if you found the one you longed for;
Show me now, how happy you are;
Touch the hand of the one you ignore;
And say good bye, leaving a deep scar.

Did you know that when we met that day;
You and I, would touch deep inside;
And one day, you would walk away;

But the feelings would never subside.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Puede ser que no amanezca, puede ser que no te vea,
Más es por eso que escribo y es por eso que desea,
Mi corazón expresarse y decirte que te entrega,
Lo que sabes y  que sientes, y que vive aunque no veas.

Yo soy solo una herramienta, lo he sido y lo seré;
Y no pido nada a cambio, nunca lo he hecho y no lo hare;
Soy un martillo, un machete, un desarmador normal;
Soy el papel con que escribes, soy del mundo el animal;
Más aunque no lo concibas, soy también quien suele dar,
A tus pasos, el aliento y a tu vos el que entregar.

Dale un espacio al espacio, para lograr integrar,
Lo que no logras pensar, lo que debes entregar,
Que es el propósito de tu vida, el porqué de progresar,
Que es y será siempre,  ser amado, y dar,  y amar.

Friday, May 30, 2014

La carne vive y muere como el día amanece y atardece;
los cuerpos respiran y comen, como descartan y respiran;
nosotros dormimos vivos, sin respetar quien padece;
la vida cuando amanece, la muerte cuando suspiran.

Cada momento que pasa, es parte del movimiento;
del que trabaja y traspasa, al que quiere su sustento.
Mas quien nace para dar, al que nace para vivir;
por otro en cada momento, por triste o por descontento;
es quien nace para amar, palpitar, y dar y dar;
en todos sus sufrimientos.

Un ser sagrado sin duda, que lo da todo por nada;
que su esmero día a día es rendir lo que es mas bello;
el amor de madre...
a su criatura amada;
hasta perder el cabello, y hacerlo como un destello,
la que vive o muere por quien ama , sea a cuchillo o espada.


Sunday, June 09, 2013

Death ~ Muerte

I am afraid of death more now than ever before; don’t get me wrong I feared dying many times during my life. Unfortunately, I have been close to death too many times. My first time seeing death up close was in the hills behind my home in Nicaragua where a young man was found dead after being sodomized and killed brutally. It left an impact in me because I saw the evil in my environment that I had never sensed before. As relatives began to pass away, the grieving process and the sight of death came even closer. Once, a young friend from my school suffered the loss of his daddy and it was a heart wrenching experience. I remember clearly how during the funeral and at the time of burial my young friend of what must have been close to ten years of age, threw himself at his daddy’s coffin, crying out loud for him not to leave him.

As time went on, I became more comfortable with the thought of death; I saw how the sick and poor had no choice but resignation to untimely death. In the third world, thousands die because of lack of the simplest things or common medicines in the western world. I also began to listen to my father’s lessons of what life and death were about and how life is transitory. I think he was preparing me to be “tough” in the event that his revolutionary adventures took the tragic toll of leaving us fatherless. He came close to dying many times and when he returned, I could see an empty void in his eyes that I could not recognize. I guess it must have been the sight of unspeakable crimes that took a lot of healing before he came back to us in spirit.

Later on, the war crawled slowly and devastatingly through my small town and my whole country. It was an infection of death and fear in every home. There were young men fighting to conquer their fears and valiantly facing death for a chance at a dignified life. They were my cousins, my uncles, my neighbors, my friends, losing life and limb, as if numb to the sight of death, as long as they had a chance to freedom from overwhelming oppression.

My best friend died when he was 14 years old, he was killed by the army for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. His death and death in general enraged me and turned me cynical, turned me violent and defiant. I challenged death so many times, I joined a gang, I rode my motorcycle recklessly, and I fought anyone who dared to make me feel less that they were. I ran from the police and sought to destroy my life as I believed it was mine to hold onto. If it was going to be taken anyways, I thought, I want to be the one who decides how or when. I wasn't going to let someone else be the decision-maker, not for the only thing I ever really had, my life. I was not going to let someone else tell me to go die or to go kill for whatever reason.

As the years passed, some of my dreams came together and so did many of my nightmares. My relationships blossomed and perished, my businesses thrived and defaulted, my life took many turns and I loved and suffered the loss of many loved ones. Until my son was born and he needed to be operated on at a very young age, his skull removed to give him a chance to live, led me to re-evaluate the meaning of life instead of coming to terms with the certainty of death. Later on, my brother was very ill and I once again feared losing such an important part of my existence and I saw life again as an opportunity to do much more than just exist. As if these events were not enough, my little daughter almost died and as I saw her laying there, almost lifeless, and I screamed and pled for her to be saved and to be spared, I begged for death to take my life instead of hers. I was reunited with the death I hated, feared and wished would leave forever.

Other loved ones passed and in my faith in God, I always placed their souls into his hands and hoped with every fiber in my being that merciful kindness will open the heaven I read about as the place of rest and joy I hope it is. Until my own daddy got sick, cancer was so furious, so vicious, and spread in a few months and I went into my thoughts, my prayers and my soul and on my knees, begged once again for him to live. I saw death approach and I talked to her, I denounced her to anyone who heard me and asked the professionals, the experts, the caring, to please help my beloved father. It was to no avail.

I fear death, it is true. I fear it because of the trail of destruction and pain it leaves behind. I think of death as I drove through the tropical storm this week for work and saw people and vehicles crashing. I think of it when I drive and have these haunting flashbacks of car accidents I have been in. I fear that in my passing, I will not have control of how I leave the ones I love. It is the knowing of the difficulty of living when someone you love so dear is no longer there, that I fear the most. I fear for all the migrants who die along the way trying to flee from death or to keep their loved ones from dying in misery. I feel for all the ones who will never know if and how their loved one died.

I do not know how to tell you how it feels, each person is an universe and how it affects you is very much your own but, if death leaves you feeling the way that my little friend felt when his daddy died or how I feel about my father’s passing, I fear for you. I fear that you will not understand, no matter how much sense it makes, that all living is dying. No matter how we are designed with death in mind. No matter how stoic and heroic we can choose to be in our own dying. Death is something to come to terms with, no doubt about it, and when I die, if I can, I want to ask permission to come and tell my loved ones and my friends: “It is okay to die, but most importantly, it is imperative to live and live knowing full well that today, may be your last!”
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Tengo miedo a la muerte más que nunca antes, no me malinterpreten, yo he temido morir muchas veces durante mi vida. Por desgracia, he estado a punto de morir muchas veces. Mi primera vez que vi a la muerte de cerca fue en las colinas detrás de mi casa en Nicaragua, donde encontramos a un joven muerto después de haber sido sodomizado y asesinado brutalmente. Dejó un impacto en mí porque había visto el mal en mi entorno que yo nunca había sentido antes. Cuando mis familiares comenzaron a fallecer, el proceso de duelo y la visión de la muerte se acercaron aún más. Una vez, un joven amigo de mi escuela sufrió la pérdida de su padre y fue una experiencia desgarradora. Recuerdo claramente cómo, durante el funeral y en el momento de la sepultura, mi joven amigo de lo que debe haber sido cerca de diez años de edad, se arrojó al ataúd de su padre, pidiéndole por el amor de Dios que no lo dejara solo.

Con el paso del tiempo, me sentía más cómodo con la idea de la muerte, vi cómo los enfermos y los pobres no tenían más remedio que la resignación a la muerte prematura. En el tercer mundo, miles de personas mueren a causa de la falta de las cosas más simples o medicinas comunes en el mundo occidental. También empecé a escuchar las lecciones de mi padre de lo que es la vida y la muerte y que se acercan y cómo la vida es transitoria. Creo que me estaba preparando para ser "duro" en el caso de que sus aventuras revolucionarias tomaran el trágico saldo de dejarnos huérfanos. Estuvo a punto de morir muchas veces y cuando regresó, me di cuenta de un vacío en sus ojos que no podía reconocer. Supongo que debe haber sido la vista de los crímenes atroces que se llevaron a su alrededor y una gran cantidad de tiempo y curación fue necesaria antes de regresar de nuevo a nosotros en espíritu.

Más tarde, la guerra se arrastró lentamente y devastadoramente a través de mi pequeño pueblo y todo mi país. Es una infección de muerte y miedo en todos los hogares. Había hombres jóvenes que luchaban por conquistar sus miedos y enfrentar la muerte con valentía para tener la oportunidad de tener una vida digna. Eran mis primos, mis tíos, mis vecinos, mis amigos, y la pérdida de la vida y la integridad física, como si fueran insensibles a la vista de la muerte, siempre y cuando tuvieran la oportunidad de liberarse de la opresión abrumadora.

Mi mejor amigo murió cuando él tenía 14 años de edad, fue asesinado por el ejército por estar en el lugar equivocado y en el momento equivocado. Su muerte y la muerte en general me enfurecieron y me volvió cínico, me volvieron violento y desafiante. Desafié la muerte tantas veces, me uní a una pandilla, me monté en mi motocicleta y manejaba imprudentemente, y yo luché contra cualquiera que se atreviera a hacer que me sintiera menos que ellos. Salí corriendo de la policía y trate de destruir mi vida como yo creía que era lo mío a qué aferrarme. Si se me va a quitar de todos modos, pensé, yo quiero ser el que decide cómo y cuándo. Yo no iba a dejar que otra persona sea quien toma las decisiones, no para la única cosa que siempre realmente tenía, mi vida. No iba a permitir que nadie más me mandara a morir o matar por ellos ni por cualquier cosa.

Con el paso de los años, algunos de mis sueños se realizaron y también lo hicieron muchas de mis pesadillas. Mis relaciones florecieron y murieron, mis negocios prosperaron y dejaron de pagar, mi vida dio muchas vueltas y  ame y sufrí la pérdida de muchos seres queridos. Hasta que nació mi hijo y necesitaba ser operado a una edad muy joven, su cráneo removido para darle la oportunidad de vivir, me llevó a volver a evaluar el significado de la vida, en lugar de llegar a un acuerdo con la certeza de la muerte. Mi hermano estuvo muy enfermo y una vez más temía perder una parte tan importante de mi existencia y vi la vida de nuevo como una oportunidad de hacer mucho más que simplemente existir. Para el colmo, mi pequeña hija estuvo a punto de morir, y como la vi por allí casi sin vida, y grité y supliqué por ella para ser salvada y para ser rescatada, y rogué que la muerte tomara mi vida en vez de la de ella. Me reuní con la muerte que odiaba, temía y deseaba que nos dejara para siempre.

Otros seres queridos fallecieron y en mi fe en Dios, siempre coloque sus almas en sus manos y esperaba con cada fibra de mi ser que su bondad misericordiosa abrirá el cielo como el lugar de descanso y alegría que he leído y espero que sea. Hasta que mi padre se enfermó, y su cáncer fue tan furioso, tan cruel, y se extendió en pocos meses y me envolví en mis pensamientos, mis oraciones y mi alma y en mis rodillas, rogué una vez más para que él viviera. Vi y enfoque a la muerte y hablé con ella, le denuncié a cualquier persona que me escuchó y pedí a los profesionales, los expertos, los cuidadores, para que ayudaran a mi amado padre. Fue en vano.

Yo temo a la muerte, es cierto. Le temo debido a la estela de destrucción y dolor que deja atrás. Pensé en la muerte mientras conducía a través de la tormenta tropical esta semana por el trabajo y vi a personas y vehículos que se estrellaban. Yo pienso en ella cuando conduzco y tengo estos recuerdos inolvidables de los accidentes de tráfico en que he estado adentro y me temo que en mi muerte, no voy a tener el control de cómo dejo a los que amo. El conocimiento de las dificultades de vivir, cuando alguien que usted ama tan profundamente ya no está que yo más temo. Temo por todos los migrantes que mueren en el camino tratando de escapar la muerte o de que sus seres amados meran en la miseria. Temo por todos aquellos que nunca sabrán si y como sus seres queridos murieron.


No sé cómo decirte lo que se siente, cada persona es un universo y cómo te afecta es muy personal pero, si la muerte te deja sentir de la misma manera que mi pequeño amigo se sintió cuando su padre murió o lo que siento yo por la muerte de mi padre, temo por ti. Me temo que no vas a entender, no importa cuánto sentido tiene, que toda vida está muriendo. No importa que hayamos sido concebidos con la muerte en la mente. No importa qué tan estoica y heroica actitud podemos elegir en nuestra propia muerte. La muerte es algo con quien llegar a un acuerdo, no hay duda alguna al respecto, y cuando me muera, si puedo, quiero pedir permiso para venir a decirle a mis seres queridos y a mis amigos: "!Está bien morir, pero lo más importante e imprescindible es poder vivir y vivir sabiendo muy bien que hoy mismo, este día, puede ser tu último!”

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

AMSL



Teaching @ AMSL

It has been a great experience even if it has also been a lot of work. I simply love it because I get to help future lawyers learn how to do practical, useful, ready to work skills training. All my lawyer friends keep telling me how they wish I would have taught them before they went out and struggled on their own. 

Saturday, May 18, 2013

"Scorpions for Breakfast?"



"Scorpions for Breakfast?"

Would you have walked away from someone who comes at you this way?


If you are a gentleman or a lady and do not wish to be disrespected or treated like trash, you probably would. Otherwise, you may be tempted to behave in the same way, without class or respect for yourself, let alone the one that you are speaking to.
However, there is a lot more to this story. The scorpions that are oozing with poison are much more than just this irrational spokesperson. They are using her and others in positions of authority to help them with their agenda. Their agenda is mostly focused on making money but, it has much more profound implications because the pawns in the game are all of us.

There is a major crisis in our country that is no secret at all. Major corporations are free to manipulate politics and to brainwash everyone with their unlimited resources. After the tragic decision of Citizens United V. FEC the flood of money to Super Political Action Committees has never been seen before. All you have to do is turn on the TV and see the amount of commercials paid for PACs trying to make us vote for the candidate of their choice.
One of these corporations is in the business of running private prisons to hold as many detainees as they can get their hands on and charge the taxpayers (those who are still out working) pay them to hold their family members locked up. In Arizona, the connection between the Governor and this corporation has been exposed. In the entire nation the current pursuit of these corporations to make undocumented immigrants be classified as criminals keeps their market profit margins looking very promising for their investors.
Corrections Corporation of America, or CCA, holds the federal contract to house detainees in Arizona. The company bills $11 million per month in this one state alone. CBS 5 Investigates has learned that two of Governor Brewer’s top advisers have connections to CCA. Paul Senseman is the governor’s deputy chief of staff. He is also a former lobbyist for CCA. His wife is listed as a current lobbyist for the company. Chuck Coughlin is one of the governor’s policy advisers and her campaign chairman. Coughlin’s company, High Ground Public Affairs Consultants, currently lobbies for CCA
The United States is the world's leader in incarceration with 2.3 million people currently in the nation's prisons or jails -- a 500% increase over the past thirty years. These trends have resulted in prison overcrowding and state governments being overwhelmed by the burden of funding a rapidly expanding penal system, despite increasing evidence that large-scale incarceration is not the most effective means of achieving public safety.


Since the late 1990’s, the number of people held in immigration detention has exploded. On any given day, ICE detains over 33,000 immigrants; this is more than triple the number of beds since 1996. In the last 5 years alone, the annual number of immigrants detained and the costs of detaining them has doubled: In 2010, approximately 392,000 immigrants were detained, costing taxpayers $1.77 billion at an average of $122 a day per bed.

Nearly 2.5 million individuals have passed through immigration detention facilities since 2003. Jails and prisons across the United States hold increasing numbers of immigrants, many or most of whom have never been convicted of a crime. The labyrinth of detention encompasses local and state jails, federal immigration detention facilities, prisons, contracted jail spaces, and holding cells.

Our newly crowned Miss America Laura Kaeppeler, is a child of an imprisoned parent and she explains what they system is doing to children like her:
• Nationwide, more than two million children have a parent who is incarcerated in state or federal prison or local jail.
• Children with imprisoned parents are almost six times more likely than their peers to become incarcerated at some point in their lives.
• About one in 40 children have an incarcerated father.
• More than ten million children have parents who were at one time imprisoned.
• About one in 359 children have an incarcerated mother.
• There is no one agency responsible for their welfare.
• Anger, isolation, sadness, fear, anxiety and guilt are commonly experienced emotions for these children.
• School failure, delinquency and intergenerational incarceration are common outcomes.

Business is good for the scorpions who explain that “At current incarceration rates, jail and prison populations would grow by about 121,000 between 2010 and 2015, or more than 24,000 per year on average,” Corrections Corp. said in a February presentation. Both “high recidivism” among felons and “inmate population growth following prior recessions” are highlighted as positives for the company in the 48-page report.
With about 2.3 million people in prisons and jails, the U.S. has the most convicts of any country, according to the International Centre for Prison Studies at King’s College London. The U.S. prison population rate of 756 per 100,000 people ranks higher than Russia’s (629 per 100,000) and Rwanda’s (604 per 100,000), and is also the highest in the world.
So the scorpions have a vested interest in maintaining the status quo and in growing their client base with undocumented immigrants so that their profit margins may continue to grow. This is why they will continue to invest in buying votes:



With the exponential increase in government expenditure on immigration enforcement since 2001, the private prison industry accurately views immigration detention as a growth industry, and corporations have increasingly devoted their resources to lobbying for policies and programs that will increase their opportunities to do business with the government. Firstly, incarcerating anyone is expensive, with costs around the country averaging$79 per person per day. Jail maintenance and operations can be a significant portion of county budgets; in Broward County, FL, the jail represents 25¢ out of every tax dollar. ACCA is the largest private prison contractor in the U.S. ICE pays CCA about $90 a day per person to keep immigrants behind bars and to manage every aspect of detainees' lives, running its prison much as the government does. The main difference is that CCA locks people up for profit.

Among the five corporations with ICE contracts for which official federal lobbying records are currently available, the total expenditure on lobbying for 1999-2009 was $20,432,000. The biggest spenders were CCA ($18,002,000), and GEO ($2,065,000). Lobbying efforts targeted a wide spectrum of government entities, indicating a comprehensive strategy for influencing policy and legislation.

Entities lobbied include:
Immigrations and Customs Enforcement (ICE)
Department of Homeland Security (DHS)
Department of Justice
Bureau of Prisons
Office of Management and Budget
Both houses of Congress
Department of Labor
Department of Interior
Bureau of Indian Affairs
Administration for Families and Children

New laws have removed from judges much of their discretion to set a sentence that takes full account of the circumstances of the offence. Since no politician wants to be tarred as soft on crime, such laws, mandating minimum sentences, are seldom softened. On the contrary, they tend to get harder.
The size and cost of America’s prison system has skyrocketed during the last few decades, largely as a result of laws and policies that put more offenders behind bars and keep them there longer. Yet recidivism rates remain stubbornly high, and crime still is a major public concern.
State policy makers across the nation are asking whether soaring prison budgets are the best path to public safety. Increasingly, they are finding the answer is “No.”
State of Recidivism: The Revolving Door of America's Prisons
The fact is that people are caught in a vicious cycle. Once you have been convicted of a crime you cannot get student loans, you cannot get a decent job, you cannot get a good place to live, you cannot qualify for any programs and the world shuts every door in your face. Eventually you end up in a homeless shelter or go back to committing crime.
“State of Recidivism: The Revolving Door of America’s Prisons,” a new report by the Pew Center on the States, finds that despite massive increases in state spending on prisons, America’s national recidivism rate is stubbornly high, with more than four in 10 offenders returned to state prison within three years of their release.
Tougher policies have been good for CCA. Since the company started winning immigrant detention contracts in 2000, its stock has rebounded from about a dollar to $23.33, attracting investors such as William Ackman's Pershing Square Capital Management, which is now its largest shareholder.
CCA has current contracts with ICE and other federal clients, as well as 19 state prison systems. Its largest competitor, the Geo Group, is slightly smaller, and together they account for more than $3 billion in gross revenues annually. The next-largest player, MTC, is privately held and does not disclose numbers, but the industry as a whole grosses just under $5 billion per year.
These scorpions have even turned against the states they work for. They constantly claim that they can build prisons cheaper, run them more efficiently, pay their guards less and keep the complaints lower. They want to end public prisons and have all prisoners housed in their facilities. However, the facts say differently as explained by the latest report by the National Institute of Corrections:
The claims that private prisons are more cost-efficient than similar publically-operated facilities are examined. Anyone thinking about contracting with a private correctional organization needs to read this report. This document discusses: the origins of private prisons; reemergence of private prison companies; developments in privatization; growth of privatization, 1999-2010; and the issues of private privatization—very little to no fiscal savings through cost containment, private prisons are not a local job creator, less services and lower safety, and politicization of privatization. “The available evidence does not point to any substantial benefits to privatizing prisons”
In conclusion, the need to awaken and stop being led like sheep to the slaughterhouse is now. We need to stop letting scorpions and their puppets make us fight each other with political demagogue. Behind all these so-called politics of conservative versus liberal, Republican versus Democrat, anti-immigrant versus pro-immigrants divisions, there are major forces at work. They are destroying the fabric of this nation! They are separating families! They are making us vicious and stupid animals that follow one trend or another! They are using us and only we can stop them.
We must demand that our legislators enact laws to disarm the power that the Supreme Court decision of United v. FEC has unleashed and we must stop treating each others as criminals. We must find a way to rehabilitate and not keep putting each other in jail. We must give discretion back to our judges so that they can evaluate cases on their merits. We must think of each other as one nation not as two rabid dogs tearing at each other while the scorpion vultures laugh and salivate waiting for our destruction.



So much has happened since my last post but I hope to catch up sometime soon. Life is good and the best is yet to come!

Thanks be to God!