Tink Nation

There has been a lot of focus of late of Cindy Sheehan, a mother of a soldier who died in Iraq. She has been camped out front of Mr. Bush's ranch in Crawford, Texas. All she wants to do is talk to Mr. Bush and have some closure of why her son and other have had to die in this unjust war. This has led to a visible anti war movement (finally) that is supporting her. But there have been counter demonstrations by mothers of soldiers that support the President. They say that Cindy Sheehan does not speak for them. That what Sheehan and other protesters are showing is that they don't support the war which means to them that they don't support the troops.
I'm going to say something and I'm going to say this once. . . If you are against this war or any war for that matter, it does not mean that you don't support the troops. It means you want the soldiers to come home alive. How does that mean that you don't support the troops. Yes they see us protesting and it lowers their moral and then they question why they are here. But I hope they see that we want them to come home alive. You know I'm not in the war. I do not see the day to day combat that they see, but if I knew a few million people wanted me to come home alive, then I would feel supported.

Everyone is going through grief and everyone needs closure for sure. I'm glad someone like Cindy Sheehan spoke up. We need more people like her. She does speak for me. For the mothers that don't agree with Cindy Sheehan, I don't know what to tell you but in a round about way I think you know that Cindy is speaking for you. . . She at least wants your loved one to come home.

I recently was listening to the song Singin' In Vietnam Talkin Blues performed by Johnny Cash.

One mornin' at breakfast, I said to my wife,
We been everywhere once and some places twice,
As I had another helping of country ham,
She said "We ain't never been to Vietnam,
"And there's a bunch of our boys over there."
So we went – to the Orient: Saigon.

Well we got a big welcome when we drove in,
Through the gates of a place that they call Long Vinh.
We checked in and everything got kinda quiet,
But a soldier boy said: "Just wait 'til tonight,
"Things get noisy. Things start happenin'.
"Big bad firecrackers."

Well that night we did about four shows for the boys,
And they were livin' it up with a whole lot of noise.
We did our last song for the night,
And we crawled into bed for some peace and quiet,
But things weren't peaceful. And things weren't quiet.
Things were scary.

Well for a few minutes June never said one word,
And I thought at first that she hadn't heard.
Then a shell exploded not two miles away,
She sat up in bed and I heard her say: "What was that?"
I said: "That was a shell, or a bomb."
She said: "I'm scared." I said "Me too."

Well all night long that noise kept on,
And the sound would chill you right to the bone.
The bullets and the bombs, and the mortar shells,
Shook our bed every time one fell,
And it never let up; it was gonna get worse,
Before it got any better.

Well when the sun came up, the noise died down,
We got a few minutes sleep, an' we were sleepin' sound,
When a soldier knocked on our door and said:
"Last night they brought in seven dead, and 14 wounded."
And would we come down to the base hospital, and see the boys.
"Yes!"

So we went to the hospital ward by day,
And every night we were singin' away.
Then the shells and the bombs was goin' again.
And the helicopters brought in the wounded men.
Night after night; day after day.
Comin' and a goin'.

So we sadly sang for them our last song,
And reluctantly we said: "So long."
We did our best to let 'em know that we care,
For every last one of 'em that's over there.
Whether we belong over there or not.
Somebody over here love's 'em, and needs 'em

Well now that's about all that there is to tell,
About that little trip into livin' hell.
And if I ever go back over there any more,
I hope there's none of our boys there for me to sing for;
I hope that war is over with,
And they all come back home,
To stay.

In peace.

Written by John R Cash.
(© Song of Cash Music/Bughouse.
From "A Man In Black", © 1971, Columbia Records.

Enough Said.

I recently watched an episode of Law and Order:SVU with Ice T.
This episode was so sweet, but sad at the same time.
The episode is about how Ice T ends up going back to an old investigation from his vice days.
He is looking for a girl that he found out that died but he also finds out that she had a son.
He finally finds the son and returns it to the girls mother.
Ice T was just rad in this episode.

Recently 7-11 have had these adds about snack time between lunch and dinner. It's about 3 PM hence the name lunner or linner, but no it's lunner.
Although it's funny. I totally would call it Lunner. But it just fills me with sadness knowing that this one of the causes of obesity in this country.
Most diet guidelines suggest mini meals 6 times a day. Having the traditional breakfast, lunch, and dinner with snack in between. Eating healthy foods like cheese (well some cheeses), fruit, veggies and/or a light dessert.
But going to get a Lunner which might be a hot dog or nachos, is not healthy and it fuels bad eating habits for kids. It's almost like advertising cigarettes to kids.

of Access Hollywood. I can't believe I'm giving this guy even a minute of my time.
Anyways . . . He is a Tool!

Here is an example:
On the Red Carpet of the Oscars last year, Naomi Watts was about to get interviewed by him. As she approaches the interviewing area, Billy"Tool"Bush says, "Naomi Watts, Watts Up?"
Just Die. It's bad enough that his cousin is the president of the united states. What a tool!

So I was recently watching SNL, and I saw this skit called Debbie Downer. The premise of this skit was this family is sitting at a meal and having regular dinner conversation but when anyone said something Debbie Downer would chime in with a comment that is well a downer.
Here is an example of why I'm a Debbie Downer:
Last Thanksgiving, we are at the dinner table and the topic was The Long Beach Aquarium. My family was commenting on how much they liked it. So a couple of months before this conversation there had been an incident at the aquarium with some kids killed some of the animals. So I chime in how sad it was that some of them had died, but I didn't get to finish because my sister, who was sitting next to me, kicked me in the leg and said I know what you are going to say and I don't want to hear it.

So yes, I'm a Debbie Downer.