Happy Anniversary Gang!
I just channelled Madam Glinka and she checked her crystal ball and forsees a bright future here for all of us.
but wait...what's this.....oh.
She thinks we all need to wear more sequins....
and....uh, feathers. sigh.
Go over to our esteemed Blogmothers realm, Miss Vivvie's and
see where all of the festivites are!
Well, well, well - will wonders never cease...
Forgive me gang, for coming to you via satellite tonight - but the hospital simply cannot function without me this weekend - sigh, a queen's work is never done...
But I did want to pop in and say congratulations to all of the winners, to all of the nominees, and especially to all of the J-land community for making this realm so magical.
There are so many great minds here, so many great friendships, we are so real a community in every sense of the word - it amazes me daily. Truly a unique land of unexpected delights and hidden treasures...
Dame Alberta (aka Madam Glinka) and I are exhausted from our much publicized and somewhat sordid catfight - but we are also smiling from ear to ear too, as obviously, the community knows us better than we do ourselves.
You all obviously have a keen eye and clear sense of grandiosity and have so spoken - and we couldn't agree with you more.
A special and officially royal thank you goes out to you, my virgin knight in shimmering golden armor - for all of your hard work in organizing this project as well as weeding through all of the results - If anyone was up to the task you were - as I knew you would be.
It is quite an honor to be recognized by my fellow bloggeurs and I am truly grateful for your kind words of support and continued readership -
Very simply, I say to you -
Thank you!
NEWSFLASH..NEWSFLASH...NEWSFLASH...NEWSFLASH...NEWSFLASH...
This just in from the desk of sir greggth -
"You're not gonna believe this because I'll be damned if I do. I want to close the polls right now but I can't. You guys are TIED!!!!! And I seriously doubt you two major divas would want to share an award. So call your friends. Call your family. Call who the hell ever but drum up some votes and FAST. LOL!
"The servant waits while the master baits."G
olden Child"
(au contraire, mon cher....)
tied?...tied you say?!
Butt uf course, should it have been any other way?
no, we didn't think so either....
unrecoverable error of some sort.
Now really, why couldn't aol have used that message when the journals were down last night. Really, no creativity with those guys...
ps. Blame Alberta- G folks.....her nasty image must have cracked j-land's proverbial magic mirror...
I could just hear her saying for the millionth time:
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall
who's the nastiest ho of all..."
and before the magic mirror could reply........crrraaaaccckkk!
so, if you couldn't access your journals last nite - blame alberta, you know who...
And emcee, Dame Dudley Do-Right asks:
"Will the real Queen of Grandiosity - puleease - stand up!!"
FLORALILIA MADAME GLINKA
(Yer all just holding your breath now ....aintcha!..). 
Fade up on the J-land wilderness. Dudley Michael rides in on his horse.
Narrator: Into the northern region of J-land, at the close of the nineteenth century, rode Dudley Michael Do-Right of the J-land Mounties, lonely defender of justice and fair play: handsome, brave, daring... and hopelessly lost.
Dudley Michael: These service-station maps are impossible! Can't even fold up the thing... I think I should have turned left at that last tree.
Camera pans to Snidely Alberta G Whiplash, who is tying a blonde to some convenient railroad tracks. He seems to be having some trouble with the final knot.
Narrator: Meanwhile a short distance away, Snidely Alberta G Whiplash was up to his favorite pastime: tying women to railroad tracks. He soon had unexpected company!
Snidely Alberta: (spotting Dudley Michael): A J-land Mountie!
Dudley Michael (taking no notice of the situation): Correct! Pardon me, sir, but do you happen to know the way to the Royal J-land Mountie camp - GoldenchildeNC?
Snidely Alberta-G (politely): Why, yes, I do. ...Oh, this pesky knot! Could you give me a hand, or rather, finger, heh heh?
Dudley Michael: Always willing to help a citizen in need. (offering an index finger) There!
Snidely immediately ties Dudley's finger into the knot.
Snidely Alberta: Hah-hah-hah-haa! Mr. Dudley Michael Do-Right of the J-land Mounties! Get out of thaat if you can!
Snidely Alberta exits. The blonde glares at Dudley Michael as he realizes he's been tricked.
Dudley Michael: Oh, fudge.
Cut to Queen Nell Floralilia Fenwick skipping through the forest with a basket. She soon runs into Dudley Michael.
Narrator: Meanwhile Queen Nell Floralilia Fenwick the beautiful daughter of Inspector Greggeth Fenwick, was out gathering chestnuts. Suddenly she stumbled onto the biggest nut of all, Dudley Do-Right Michael.
Nell Floralilia: What, Dudley Do-Right Michael, are you doing with that other woman? I thought you always did right!
Dudley Michael: I was doing right, Nell Floralilia. That's how I got into this predic-a-ment. But could I tell you about it later? I think there is a train approaching...
The scene is obscured by a whistle and huge train wheels...
Fade to the Goldenchilde NC camp, then to Inspectior Greggeth's office. Dudley Michael's index finger is conspicuously bandaged.
Inspector Greggeth: And so, Do-Right, there's a fiend running loose in northern J-land.
Dudley Michael: A fiend, Inspector?
Inspector Greggeth: A fiend who goes about J-land tying defenseless women to railroad tracks!
Dudley Michael (looking slightly guilty): Oh.
Inspector Greggeth: I know it must be hard for you to believe, you with your eyes of blue and heart so true, but - what happened to your finger, Do-Right?
Dudley Michael (quickly putting finger behind back): Never mind about my finger, sir! This is far more important than mere flesh-wounds! A rope-tying fiend is at large and should be brought in at once!
Back to the J-land wilderness. Dudley rides his horse with determination.
Narrator: And so the remorseless man-tracker started on his way. He didn't have far to track!
Sure enough, Dudley Michael immediately runs into Snidely Alberta- G, who is now tying a brunette, Lady Mumsy, to the tracks.
Dudley Michael: Here, here! You oughtn't to do a thing like that: going around tying defenseless people to railroad tracks.
Snidely Alberta-G (suddenly falling to his knees, pleading for mercy): You think I've not tried to stop - to stop tying? I'm hooked! It's a habit with me now! Oh, boo-hoo-hoo! I swear to you: after I tie up this one defenseless woman, LadyMumsy, I'm going to swear off, so help me! ...Could you just put your finger in this knot?
Dudley Michael (tenderly): Well... if you think it will help you kick the habit...
Snidely Alberta-G (disguising a malevolent grin): Oh, it will! It will!
Dudley Michael (offering his finger): There!
Snidely Alberta- G: Ahh-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa! Yeah.
Snidely immediately ties Dudley's finger into the knot and flees. The brunette, Lady Mumsy, glares at the Mountie.
Dudley Michael: Curses! Foiled again.
Snidely Alberta- G(leaning back into shot): Hey! That's my line...
Montage of Dudley chasing Snidely down the railroad tracks. Suddenly Dudley finds a redhead, Babymae1966, bound to the tracks.
Dudley Michael: Uh-oh! Another woman. He didn't swear off!
He unties the woman and dashes forward to find the bound figure of Slacbacmac the magnificent!
Dudley Michael: Confound that Whiplash!
He unties him, only to find a few feet later:
Dudley: Nell Flora!
And then:
Dudley: Inspector Greggeth of Fenwick!
And then his horse, who looks up from the tracks and smiles cheerfully.
And then:
Dudley Michael: Snidely Alberta- G Whiplash!
He frees Snidely in turn, continues down the tracks, then stops and realizes:
Dudley Michael: "Snidely Alberta-G Whiplash"? Now, I wonder...
And as he stands on the tracks contemplating this, he is again obscured by a train whistle and massive engine-wheels...
Fade back to the GoldenchildeNC outpost, where the Inspector meets with Dudley and Nell Floralilia.
Narrator: But Inspector Greggeth did not get his nickname of The J-land Fox for nothing!
Inspector: Now all of you have heard the old proverb, "If you give a Alberta-G enough rope, he'll put his foot in it."
Dudley Michael: Why, no, Inspector, I don't believe I've heard that proverb-
Inspector: Don't interrupt, Do-Right! We're going to use deception. We're going to disguise you as Queen Nell Floralilia!!
The Inspector proceeds to disguise Dudley as a perfect copy of Queen Floralilia.
Dudley Michael: Me, sir?
Inspector Greggeth: With those baby-blue eyes, you are a natural.
Dudley Michael: True...
Dissolve back to J-land wilderness. Snidely Alberta spots the Floralilian-disguised Dudley hiding behind a tree, looks about, and begins putting on costume pieces.
Narrator: What the Inspector did not know was that Snidely Alberta, realizing that the heat was on, disguised himself as Queen Floralilia too!
Snidely Alberta, dressed perfectly as Queen Floralilia, approaches <FONTCOLOR=#FF0000>Dudley.
Snidely (in crummy falsetto voice): Oh Dudley, where are you?
Dudley: Flora! You heard your father's plan. Go on back to camp! You'll give the whole thing away!
Flora! Flora, what are you doing?
Flora, this is no time for high-jinks!
Snidely: Ha ha ha hoop!
A lasso encircles him, and he in turn is bound to the tracks Flora!
Nell Floralilia: There, Snidely Alberta -G Whiplash! Caught at last... oops!
She, in turn, is lassooed and dragged to one side by... Inspector Greggeth!
Inspector Greggeth: So, Snidely Alberta - G Whiplash! You thought you'd catch the Mounties' counter-counter intelligence napping-napping, eh?
Nell Floralilia: But BlogFather, I'm not Snidely Whiplash-
Inspector Greggeth: And don't think you're fooling me with that crummy falsetto voice! You must think we're pretty stupid at Headquarters...
We hear the sound of a train's brakes being applied loudly. An Engineer walks up to the Inspector, carrying the Floralilian-disguised Dudley in one hand and the Floralilian-disguised Snidely in the other.
Engineer Remo (Brooklyn accent): Hey, buddy, don't leave stuff lying around on the tracks, huh?
Inspector Greggeth of Fenwick stares at the three identical Nells, then continues:
Inspector: Trying to confuse me, eh, Whiplash? Well, it won't work! As if I wouldn't know my own daughter and my favorite gay constable. Inspector Greggeth always gets his man!
And he drags the real Nell Floralilia away. Dudley removes his false Floralilian-head.
Dudley: Well, Nell, I guess all's well that ends well, eh?
Snidely (removing his own Floralilian-head): My sentiments precisely, Dudley.
Dudley stares at Snidely. Music reaches triumphant ending.
Fade out....
(The above has been color coded to help the feeble minded....;)
(The cartoon described here is copyright © 1987 by Jay Ward Productions, and also © 1990 by Filmtel International - SPECIAL THANKS TO - Back to the Moosylvania Page because i plagerized almost in entirety...but really, it was an emergency...
Did you know that Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoons were once banned from Canada?
It seems the Canadian authorities felt that the portrayal of Dudley Do-Right would somehow
undermine the authority of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Ironically, I understand the Canadian censors don't like bondage materials either...)
The wildly misquided adventures of Dudley Michael Do-Right
and the evil and sinister Alberta-G~
Coming soon, to a journal near you!!!
(this very one in fact!!)
(the above is a paid advertisement for the God Save the Queen society.)
So once again there is talk about town of the thrice feeble attack on this - the Good Queen Flora's, Realm of Grandiosity.
It seems that our very own Dudley Do-Right, Sir Michael - of the All Things Keep Getting... Stranger land - has taken on the role of Howard Cosell and has sent out a rather delightful notice on our recent troubles on the hotly contended yet cleverly defended realm of grandiosity of late.
- Some of you fellow bloggeurs (jayvee- such a brilliant term, btw) out there, might have noticed already...
~my sincere apologies if our little disturbance has gotten a little loud and garish, (with special emphasis on the garish part donated by you know who...) -
~and special apologies are extended to the few of you who find themselves sitting in wet panties..(and we know who you are) but some things are worth enduring in the name of Truth and Justice and the Journal Way...
So the Queen in her good wisdom has decided to allow a little frivolity, to lighten things up a bit and would like to continue this story via a good puppet show, but since that is impossible, at least in this medium -
......well, cartoons are the next best thing -
So sit back folks, and relax - the popcorn is popping - just like the buttons on Alberts sequinned skirt....
Ready? Good. Now let's - begin....
~Let's roll'em fella's!
And so, it seems that once again - the Royal House of Floralilia is under "attack" (and I use that word lightly) by the purple sequined beast...but do not worry your pretty little heads, my devoted and loyal followers - this queen, YOUR Queen, is well equipped to handle the purple beast of the fashion faux pas netherworld - quite easily and without breaking nary a sweat.
Let's listen in, shall we?
How sad that this supposed "queen" must resort to long and foul-winded comments in her own little blog to defend her delusional "royalness". Did you misplace your collection of Lady Di memorabilia, Auntie Flo? If you'd like, you may borrow one of my pillbox hats while I'm away on holiday next month at the Cote d'Azur with my friends George Clooney and Christina Onasis...
Comment from lamove04 - 7/19/04 5:43 PM
oops, I meant "Princess Di"-- you've got me so flustered with your deplorably plebian antics that I almost forgot the royal title of my dearly and tragically departed BEST FRIEND IN THE WORLD.. (Elton and I re-wrote "Candle In the Wind" together, oh what sad memories) --Albert/Madame G.
Comment from lamove04 - 7/19/04 5:50 PM
And ANOTHER thing: I believe that your copious fharting has stank up your own blog, my darlin'. "Re-Nuzit" has a lovely Flora-scent Blog-Deodorizer. There might be a 10% off coupon for it in your Sunday newspaper. Just a wee little suggestion in case company's coming by. --Albert/Madame G.
Comment from lamove04 - 7/19/04 10:43 PM
I'm sorry, did you say something Madame? I ...uh...was so distracted by the way your wildly overgrown eyebrows and that hair in your ears moved as you shouted - that I couldn't quite pay attention.
Plus the glare bouncing off of your purple petco sequined falsies was searing my retinas (tres, tres, annoying...i must say...)
...anywho..
I'm sorry, Dame Alberta - but your paltry delusions of grandeur, while mildly amusing, is a mental illness best left to the professionals - like myself, (and Sir Greggeth.)
...now, would you care for a pretzel? potato chip?
....perhaps nose hair trimmer....?
here, faithful followers, let me make this easy for you....>
So it seems that a somewhat frilly amateur has taken it upon himself to stand up against the one true queen - I admire his bravery - butt of course - we all know, I can run faster in high heels than he can....and therefore - with the good help of my devoted and loyal subjects - together we will win this race for the coveted fake jewel encrusted crown.
And remember - if, my loyal subjects happen to fail me - well - there will be hell to pay...by me? ooh, no, no, no...that would be too easy....
That "queen" will make everyone wear too much makeup and garments befitting a clown in a dragqueen circus....
therefore - you have been warned.
verily.
do take heed, and with much haste.
time is of the essence, and besides - my back is not as hairy as his....do you really want to elect a queen with a hairier back than mine?
think about it.
The future of journal land depends on you. Defend it immediately.
Still not decided? we'll lets recap, shall we?........
It was Sir Greggeth's comment that started it -
LMAO!!! God I love you!! You just keep merolling!!!! Brilliant entry, full of the style which has made you most famous! Watch your back though (literally in this case) for Sir Albert the San Francisco Treat surely does breathe down thine neck fair Queen! Good luck! :-)
Comment from goldenchildnc - 7/19/04 1:29 AM
Yes, Queen Flo, heed Sir Greggeth's words of caution. I've got a big ol' glittery flavor-packet of San Francisco spices that OOZE Grandiosity, plus I've got my official DSM-IV diagnosis as a backup plan. So don't dust off the spot on your mantle for this award JUST YET... Albert/Madame G.
Comment from lamove04 - 7/19/04 1:54 AM
That may be, mah leetle bearded queenwannabe - but at least *my* c-cups aren't filled with birdseed...
unlike you dear alberta - true grandiosity is not purchased at a tag sale - it's inbred...er, it's in the genes, i mean...
Comment from floralilia - 7/19/04 2:00 AM
I'll have you know, my monthly Flo, that I purchased my breasts for FULL-PRICE at Petco! What strip-mall plastic surgery chain did yours, and did you get the 1/2-price-off Lipo job while you were there? (sorry this had to get so ugly so quickly, lol!) --Albert/Madame G.
Comment from lamove04 - 7/19/04 2:08 AM
actually my dear alberta - i am the fairest of the fair faeries au naturally. Strip malls, like male drag queen strippers are commonplace, and hence have no place in the grandiose society. but of course, YOU wouldn't know that, would you - you frilly amateur! ah fhart in your general direction sir!
Comment from floralilia - 7/19/042:14 AM
Horrible Florrable: "Beano" works wonders on those "gassy" days. Not that Madame G. has problems with flatulence herself, just that she's seen the commercials while turning thechannel to PBS... Albert
Comment from lamove04 - 7/19/04 9:05 AM
Smiling softly - but yes, my good dame Alberta - this queen - YOUR QUEEN - can and does - in appropriate circumstances, fhart - at will. The ridiculous product called "Beano" obviously defeats the purpose of said royal talent and is therefore completely unnecessary in the true grandiose society. But then, you should have already known this, eh? Tsk!.. tsk!....amateur, again I say!
Surely, if you were of genuine, and not store bought stock - you too, would be able to command complete control of even your most basic of autonomic bodily functions.
Obviously such talents are reserved only for royalty of the most highest order. Try as you might, but such feats of grandiose character are NOT something that can be learned on the public television stations - bbc or otherwise. - To question my pointed flatulence once again only goes to show that you are not even familiar with the sacred and closely guarded gradiose rules of conduct.
Comment from floralilia - 7/19/04 1:06 PM
"Is it too much?.....be sure to squint as you approach - you may be blinded by my beauty..." ~ Eleanor of Aquitaine, The Lion in Winter.
..And the BEST USE OF pointless GRANDIOSE BEHAVIOR is....
~Floralilia - "The Queen of Pointless Posting"
~LA Move 04 - "Albert's Artsy Wolrd of Fun"
~Screamin Remo 303 - "Screamin' Remo"
~Slac Bac Mac - "Slack Back Mack -- the Log"
~VW Kwan - "Vincci's Pink Thoughts"
grandiose means:
1 : characterized by affectation of grandeur or splendor or by absurd exaggeration
2 : impressive because of uncommon largeness, scope, effect, or grandeur
....grandiose behavior? moi?...surely you jest...
ahem...
Here ye, Here ye - it has come to the Queen's (YOUR QUEEN'S) attention that Sir Greggeth the Graphic-homeister has issued an order to continue the rather dubious and subliminal art of pimping ourselves and/or others in (what else) - a grandiose and very serious manner via open forum - which, in this case, would be MY royally pointless blog - (can't get more grandiose than that folks, eh?)
But let it also be known (but not by this entry) that self-pimping has never come easily to this, (YOUR queen) - but being that my MINIONS demand it of me - I will play along solely for my own amusement, because no matter what the outcome of the said "up for grabs" category of grandiosity, THE QUEEN - (YOUR QUEEN), will forever and one day be humbled and satisfied to sit amid the other fine nominees ----> albert, slac, remo, and vincci - however briefly, and consider it a great honor to even be shoved into the limelight, again however briefly, with them - and by my fellow beloved and devoted bloggeurs.
This queen, (YOUR QUEEN), is eternally grateful for this.
and as far as Sir Greggeth's orders to pimp other journals - well, shucks, this queen - (YOUR QUEEN) - defies anyone in j-land to beat out SUCCULENT WISDOM in that department - for even after this particular party keg is killed, that party will still be going strong...and with party hats.
Now, having said all that loudly and with a grandiose type of overembellished flair - and as Sir Greggeth the dove-like hath suggested -
Let the Voting Games Beginneth!!
-----> vote here.
and ---------->
(this, like most all others, has been a pointless service announcement.)
So, it looks like this journal has made it on somebody's computer list...The AOL Top 100 Journals.
I'm curious though - I don't know what the indicators really mean - one day it's 51, the next 64, even though the blogs and links math - when compared with other journals don't really add up...but hey, that's aol math, and therefore, who am I to ponder, let alone question those rules.
Ah well - bottom line is this: I am royally pleased as punch to be included with so many other fine journals.
And I am seriously pleased more by the fact that you folks think to read -or- think to link to my humble sites, this - Freely Floralilia, and my new site - Succulent Wisdom - Juicyness from J-land.
...to me, that means that my occasional pointless postings here, do in fact, have a point - somewhere, somehow, and to somebody.
And the succulent juicy bits over there...well, they are just an amazing record of our collective thoughts, wildly fanstastic humor, and commonman's j-landic wisdoms. If you haven't visited yet - please do - and don't forget to hold onto your hat - for that journal will be sure to blow you away...
So it looks like my time here is hence justified, and so, the laundry can in fact, wait.
(And you can be sure that this queen is pleased with that outcome royally and otherwise.)
so dry and white and old,
there sprang a vine enchanted,
with magic flowers of gold.....
~go now and plant your own fairy seeds, and flowers,
and your thoughts...
EDITORIAL FROM ANOTHER COUNTRY
This article was written by Mr. Cornel Nistorescu and published under the title "C"ntarea Americii" (meaning "Ode To America") on September 24, 2002 in the Romanian newspaper Evenimentulzilei ("The Daily Event" or "News of the Day").
~An Ode to America~
Still, the American tragedy turned three hundred million people into a hand put on the heart. Nobody rushed to accuse the White House, the army, and the secret services that they are only a bunch of losers. Nobody rushed to empty their bank accounts. Nobody rushed out onto the streets nearby to gape about. The Americans volunteered to donate blood and to give a helping hand.
After the first moments of panic, they raised their flag over the smoking ruins, putting on T-shirts, caps and ties in the colors of the national flag. They placed flags on buildings and cars as if in every place and on every car a government official or the president was passing.
On every occasion, they started singing their traditional song: "God Bless America!" I watched the live broadcast and rerun after rerun for hours listening to the story of the guy who went down one hundred floors with a woman in a wheelchair without knowing who she was, or of the Californian hockey player, who gave his life fighting with the terrorists and prevented the plane from hitting a target that could have killed other hundreds or thousands of people.
How on earth were they able to respond united as one human being?
Imperceptibly, with every word and musical note, the memory of some turned into a modern myth of tragic heroes. And with every phone call, millions andmillions of dollars were put in a collection aimed at rewarding not a man or a family, but a spirit, which no money can buy.
What on earth can unite the Americans in such a way? Their land? Their galloping history? Their economic Power? Money? I tried for hours to find an answer, humming songs and murmuring phrases with the risk of sounding commonplace. I thought things over, but I reached only one conclusion... Only freedom can work such miracles.
(thanks again cuz...)
- just you wait and see what steven (sepintx) is preparing for the anniversary...
(sly smile) ooh, it's killing you to know, isn't it..
...
for all you horoscope followers - you might want to check out this site -
it's fun and a little scary how on the money she usually is...
Remember uh..what's-his-name - you know - the shoe bomber guy...
no, I didn't either... (how perfect is that?)
But this judge's words should be remembered - thanks for sending this cuz...
She writes:
"Remember the guy who got on a plane with a bomb built into his shoe and tried to light it? Did you know his trial is over? Did you know he was sentenced? Did you see/hear any of the judge's comments on TV/Radio? Didn't think so, media at work again. Everyone should hear what the judge had to say...
The Ruling by Judge William Young U.S District Court.
Prior to sentencing, the Judge asked the defendant if he had anything to say.
His response: After admitting his guilt to the court for the record, Reid also admitted his "allegiance to Osama bin Laden, to Islam, and to the religion of Allah," defiantly stated "I think I ought not apologize for my actions," and told the court, "I am at war with your country."
Judge Young then delivered the statement quoted below, a stinging condemnation of Reid in particular and terrorists in general.
January 30, 2003 United States vs. Reid.
Judge Young:
"Mr. Richard C. Reid, hearken now to the sentence the Court imposes upon you. On counts 1, 5 and 6 the Court sentences you to life in prison in the custody of the United States Attorney General.
On counts 2, 3, 4 and 7, the Court sentences you to 20 years in prison on each count, the sentence on each count to run consecutive with the other.
That's 80 years.
On count 8 the Court sentences you to the mandatory 30 years consecutive to the 80 years just imposed. The Court imposes upon you each of the eight counts a fine of $250,000 for the aggregate fine of $2 million. The Court accepts the government's recommendation with respect to restitution and orders restitution in the amount of $298.17 to Andre Bousquet and $5,784 to American Airlines. The Court imposes upon you the $800 special assessment.
The Court imposes upon you five years supervised release simply because the law requires it. But the life sentences are real life sentences so I need go no further. This is the sentence that is provided for by our statutes. It is a fair and just sentence. It is a righteous sentence.
Let me explain this to you. We are not afraid of you or any of your terrorist co-conspirators, Mr. Reid. We are Americans. We have been through the fire before. There is all too much war talk here. And I say that to everyone with the utmost respect. Here in this court, we deal with individuals as individuals, and care for individuals as individuals.
As human beings, we reach out for justice. You are not an enemy combatant. You are a terrorist. You are not a soldier in any war. You are a terrorist. To give you that reference, to call you a soldier, gives you far too much stature. Whether it is the officers of government who do it or your attorney who does it, or that happens to be your view, you are a terrorist. And we do not negotiate with terrorists. We do not treat with terrorists. We do not sign documents with terrorists. We hunt them down one by one and bring them to justice.
So war talk is way out of line in this court. You are a big fellow. But you are not that big. You're no warrior. I know warriors. You are a terrorist. A species of criminal guilty of multiple attempted murders.
In a very real sense, State Trooper Santiago had it right when you first were taken off that plane and into custody and you wondered where the press and where the TV crews were, and he said "you're no big deal". You're no big deal.
What your counsel, what your able counsel and what the equally able United States attorneys have grappled with and what I have as honestly as I know how tried to grapple with, is why you did something so horrific. What was it that led you here to this courtroom today? I have listened respectfully to what you have to say. And I ask you to search your heart and ask yourself what sort of unfathomable hate led you to do what you are guilty of, and admit you are guilty of doing. And I have an answer for you. It may not satisfy you. But as I search this entire record, it comes as close to understanding as I know. It seems to me you hate the one thing that is most precious. You hateour freedom. Our individual freedom. Our individual freedom to live as we choose, to come and go as we choose, to believe or not believe as we individually choose.
Here, inthis society, thevery winds carry freedom. They carry it everywhere from sea to shining sea. It is because we prize individual freedom so much that you are here in this beautiful courtroom. So that everyone can see, truly see, that justice is administered fairly, individually, and discreetly. It is for freedom's sake that your lawyers are striving so vigorously on your behalf and have filed appeals, will go on in their representation of you before other judges. We are about it. Because we all know that the way we treat you, Mr. Reid, is the measure of our own liberties.
Make no mistake though. It is yet true that we will bear any burden; pay any price, to preserve our freedoms. Look around this courtroom. Mark it well. The world is not going to long remember what you or I say here. Day after tomorrow it will be forgotten. But this, however, will long endure.
Here in this courtroom and courtrooms all across America, the American people will gather to see that justice, individual justice, justice, not war, individual justice is, in fact, being done.
The very President of the United States through his officers will have to come into courtrooms and lay out evidence on which specific matters can be judged, and juries of citizens will gather to sit and judge that evidence democratically, to mold and shape and refine our sense of justice.
See that flag, Mr Reid?
That's the flag of the United States of America. That flag will fly there long after this is all forgotten. That flag stands for freedom. You know it always will.
Custody, Mr. Officer. Stand him down."
So, how much of this Judge's comments did we hear on our TV sets? We need more judges like Judge Young, but that's another subject.
Pass this around. Everyone should and needs to hear what this fine judge had to say. Powerful words that strike home....
This just in from the desk of "The One True Religion"
Subj: [World Oligarchy] Re: Transparent Duct Tape
Date: 7/5/2004 3:01:02 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: brendan.dillon@us.army.mil
Reply-to: truereligion@yahoogroups.com
To: truereligion@yahoogroups.com
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I ain't called the Queen of Flimflammery for nuttin Remo....HA!
The Queen of High(School) Flimflammery
go ahead my loyal minions - ah triple dare ya!
