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Thursday, August 25, 2011
Sexual anarchy: The Kinsey legacy
August 24, 2011 (LifeSiteNews.com) - Our children are under attack by an insidious and virulent enemy.
On August 17, 2011, more than 50 activists attended a conference for “minor-attracted adults,” i.e., pedophiles, which sought to eliminate the “stigma” attached to pedophilia and to redefine pedophilia as a normal “sexual orientation.” The United States Department of Justice has determined that 64 percent of forcible sodomy victims are boys under the age of 12 and that 58,200 children were kidnapped by non-family members in 1999.
So-called “experts” in the field of human sexuality claim that children are sexual not only from birth, but even in the womb and are willing participants in sexual acts with adults.
Children are encouraged to experiment with sex early and often and to engage in sex with members of the same-sex as well as the opposite sex. Sexually transmitted diseases among teenagers are at epidemic proportions, and new and sometimes fatal strands of diseases are being reported. More than 50,000 teens have contracted HIV which has advanced to full blown AIDS and by 1992 more than 7,000 boys and 1,500 girls have died from HIV/AIDS.
How did we get here? How do we stop the madness before we lose an entire generation?
The question of how we got here can be answered by two words: Alfred Kinsey. Even 55 years after his death, Dr. Alfred C. Kinsey continues to profoundly affect American culture. Two of his most ardent supporters, Dr. Carol Vance, Columbia University anthropologist and lesbian activist, and Dr. John Money, an “out” pedophile advocate and pioneer of transgender surgery at Johns Hopkins, have cogently summed up Dr. Kinsey’s legacy – a legacy they consider sexual “progress” but is in reality sexual anarchy.
Speaking at a 1998 Kinsey symposium of fellow sexologists at San Francisco State University, Dr. Vance said, “Biography is the battleground.”[1] Should Kinsey be discredited, she warned, “200 years of sexual progress can be undone.”
Dr. Vance’s statements echo comments made in 1981 by Dr. Money at the 5th World Congress of Sexology in Israel. They also agreed that the information contained in Table 34, below, and the other data chronicling Kinsey’s and his team’s widespread child abuse, described in detail in Kinsey’s 1948 study on male sexuality, would be the undoing of the “Pre and Post Kinsey eras” globally and in the USA.
In fact, Dr. John Bancroft, director of the Kinsey Institute said at the 1998 conference, which commemorated the 50th anniversary of Kinsey’s studies, that he “prayed” that a British television program, “Secret History: Kinsey Paedophiles,” would never be shown in the United States because the public would not understand the “science” involved in Kinsey’s publication of tables 30-34. He understood that should those tables be widely publicized in the United States, then the whole field of human sexuality and human sex education would be destroyed.
This field of human sexuality and human sex education and 200 years of “sexual progress” that these elite “scientists” were so worried would be destroyed is better described as sexual anarchy. This sexual anarchy that has given these scientists and their followers prestige, money, credibility and control over the deconstruction of the Judeo-Christian civil society was crafted by Dr. Kinsey.

A gall-wasp zoologist at Indiana University from 1920 to his death in 1956, Dr. Kinsey is most famous for his earth-shaking books, Sexual Behavior in the Human Male (1948)[2] and Sexual Behavior in the Human Female (1953),[3] funded by Indiana University and the Rockefeller Foundation. Dr. Kinsey said that his mission was to eliminate the sexually “repressive” legal and behavioral legacy of Judeo Christianity. He claimed that this “repressive” sexual legacy was responsible for socio-sexual ills like divorce, rape, illegitimacy, venereal disease, juvenile delinquency, promiscuity, homosexuality, adultery, and child sexual abuse.
Furthermore, he argued that if we Americans would admit that we really were engaged in widespread licentious conduct, instead of hypocritically denying it, then these socio-sexual ills would be dramatically reduced.
In large measure, Dr. Kinsey’s mission has been accomplished, mostly posthumously, by his legion of true believers–elitists who have systematically brainwashed their fellow intellectual elites to adopt Kinsey’s pan-sexual secular worldview and jettison the Judeo Christian worldview upon which this country was founded and flourished.
The result of Dr. Kinsey’s mission has been totally antithetical to the utopia he predicted. Instead of reducing the socio-sexual ills that he claimed were rampant in pre-Kinsey America, the implementation of the Kinsey worldview has increased extant global sexual trauma while ushering in a host of new ills that are objectively defined as sexual anarchy. Like a cancer spreading throughout the body, sexual anarchy has spread throughout the fabric of society, affecting every aspect of American life and every man, woman and child.
According to the Rockefeller-funded Kinsey “study,” his “science” proved that humans had all along been copulating like insects or monkeys but systematically and hypocritically lying about their conduct. Adults claimed they were virgins, or maritally faithful, but, according to Kinsey, the truth was that most people were promiscuous and the widespread promiscuity had done no harm to the civil society.
Therefore, Kinsey said, all of the laws restraining sexual behavior–the laws that had favored and protected women, children and the family for generations –were simply old-fashioned leftovers from an uninformed and hypocritical era. Such sex laws were no longer valid in a “sexually enlightened and honest era.”
Enter “Kinsey’s pamphleteer,” Hugh Hefner and his Playboy magazine. At Kinsey’s urging, the country’s laws were gutted to resemble the free love, free life style Kinsey alleged Americans were living all along, and could finally live out with a free and open spirit–no more lies or pretense. Thus the 1955 American Law Institute Model Penal Code jettisoned the “common law” sexual standards that were based upon Biblical authority/precedent for “scientific law” based on Kinsey’s allegedly “objective data.”
The ALI recommended laws trivializing rape and allowing fornication, cohabitation, sodomy and adultery. Shortly thereafter, fornication, cohabitation and adultery were decriminalized so that they would become common, normal, and harmless, as Kinsey said they had been all along. In 1957, the United States Department of Defense used Kinsey and his team to conclude that homosexuals do not pose a security risk.
The ALI also recommended changing the definition of obscenity, which the Supreme Court did in 1960. That same year Kinsey’s claim that 10% to 37% of the male population is at least sometimes homosexual was used to promote “gay rights” in elite professions, e.g., medicine, psychiatry, social work, education, etc.
In 1961, Illinois became the first state to legalize heterosexual sodomy. In 1962 Ralph Slovenko wrote in the Vanderbilt Law Review that four or five year olds are provocateurs: “Even at the age of four or five, this seductiveness may be so powerful as to overwhelm the adult into committing the offense.”
That same year, the United States Supreme Court declared prayer in public schools unconstitutional[4] and the following year declared that Bible reading in public schools was unconstitutional.[5] The Judeo-Christian worldview was expunged from the classroom. Schools could no longer teach that fornication, adultery or cohabitation were illegal, nor could the health teachers imply that sex should be confined to marriage because that would reflect a “religious,” thus allegedly a non-scientific, worldview.
The only avenue remaining for the teaching of human reproduction was the “scientific,” i.e., Kinseyan, secular worldview.
By 1968 over 51,000 sex professionals had been trained by the unaccredited IASHS (Institute for the Advanced Study of Human Sexuality) to teach Kinseyan sexuality in schools and medical schools and to design school sex education curricula. In 1975, the IASHS began to accredit sex educators in “safe sex” through the Ph.D. level.
Contraception became a necessity in the face of the radical changes in the sexual landscape, and so it was legalized in 1965.[6]
As evidence of lack of “consent” became the only criteria for sex crimes, alleged rape victims were commonly challenged as “liking” the rough sex and as consenting to the sexual activity. Prostitution and rape were increasingly referred to as “victimless crimes” in the courts and in the media.
Thus, the right to have sex for ‘fun’ and profit became the justification for a sex industry, inaugurated by Kinsey’s publicist, Hugh Hefner, that includes child and adult pornography, exhibitionism, prostitution and strip clubs, to name a few. That industry has grown to a multi-billion dollar market, giving its purveyors the resources and clout to negotiate grants to sexology research groups and organizations that create the sex education curricula for the nation’s schools, as well as access to lobbyists and, arguably, to state and federal legislators to continue to change the law to favor the sex industry’s interests.
Playboy, et. al also have funded Planned Parenthood, Sex Information & Education Council of the United States (SIECUS), the Kinsey Institute, and other “sexology” institutions. In 1967, Playboy provided the first of many grants to the ACLU to support drug use, pornography, abortion, homosexuality, school sex [mis]education and the elimination or reduction of sex offender penalties. Beginning in 1970, Playboy officially granted funds to NORML, the National Organization for the Repeal of Marijuana Laws.
The year 1969 brought about significant events related to the systematic effort to normalize homosexuality as championed by Kinsey 21 years earlier. The Gay Liberation Front was formed at the New York Alternative University. The American Sociological Association officially stated that homosexuality is normal, citing Kinsey’s “research.” The National Institutes of Mental Health Task Force on Homosexuality recommended legalizing private consensual homosexual acts (sodomy) citing to Kinsey’s “data.”[7] In 1972, the NIMH Task Force, led by Kinseyan disciples, urged that homosexuality be taught as a normal sexual variation in the nation’s schools.
“No fault” divorce was ushered in by California in 1970. By 1985, no fault divorce was the law in 49 states. This triggered a massive increase in the divorce rate and the impovertization of women and children, increasing the need for welfare and abortion, with the latter legalized in 1973.[8]
The absence of fathers in the home decreased the economic, social, emotional and spiritual home life, which triggered epidemic child sexual abuse, increased promiscuity, increased criminality–including rape and prostitution–increased venereal diseases and sterility in young women. With no father in the home, children were significantly more vulnerable to molestation by older children, which was redefined as “harmless” peer sex play by Kinsey. This “harmless” sex play led to increased rates of venereal disease, promiscuity, homosexual acting out and suicide.
These disorders then opened the door to additional, more virulent forms of mandated sex [mis]education couched as “pride” in one’s sexual “orientation,” anti-bullying, AIDS prevention and more instruction in “safe sex,” including mutual masturbation, oral and anal sodomy and viewing pornography.
By 1981 Dr. Mary Calderone, SIECUS president and past medical director of Planned Parenthood, took Kinsey one step further, asserting that children are sexual in the womb (Kinsey said children were sexual from birth).
Calderone announced that awareness of childhood sexuality was a primary goal of her organization. This set the “scientific” standard for distributing condoms to children nationwide. Therapeutic interventions were instituted to aid the now increasingly traumatized youth. Pharmocological intervention also increased, including mandated Hepatitis B vaccines for infants and HPV vaccines for elementary age children as STD “protections,” both of which were advocated in a 1977 “Child Rights” pedophile manifesto.
Hundreds of pages could be written on these issues and the additional fallout from Kinsey’s successful promiscuity propaganda that plummeted Reagan’s shining City on a Hill into a state of sexual anarchy.
We must focus now on how we stop the madness – not by ignoring the problem or by giving up in despair. God is on our side, just as He was on the side of those who founded this country. God used 56 God-fearing men to stand up to the largest imperial force in the free world and birth this great nation. He can use us to stand up against the current state of sexual anarchy, return this nation to our Judeo-Christian roots and rescue our children from the enemy who seeks to steal, kill and dstroy. As beneficiaries of God’s miraculous creation of these United States we cannot do anything less. Kinsey and his disciples at the Kinsey Institute have had more than 60 years to re-shape American culture. With Dr. Reisman’s decades of research we have the weapons to gain the upper hand, and we must band together to create the Judeo-Christian answer to the Kinsey Institute. We have the backing of the God of the universe. We can and must win this battle.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Prague Spring music festival: discovering a city's soul

Published by The Telegraph (UK) on 23 May 2011. By Peter Hughes.
The maestros of Prague intensify the pleasures to be found in this most sensual of capitals, says Peter Hughes.
No one should need an excuse to visit Prague; Prague is reason enough to go to Prague. But if ever you wanted to embrace an extra sensation in this most sensual of cities, go during the Prague Spring festival and add music to the palaces and museums, the galleries and churches, cobbles and colours and every flamboyant architectural furbelow, flourish and frill of the past 700 years.
Go now, if you can. This year's festival opened a week ago and runs until June 4. Or wait a year. Prague is nothing if not constant, or operatic: it is Mozart in stone.
Prague Spring now has the stature of one of Europe's major music festivals. You can tell that from this year's hot tickets. Michael Tilson Thomas conducted the San Francisco Symphony Orchestra in the first week; John Malkovich and Simon Rattle are still to come. On June 2 the actor is narrating Michael Sturminger's 2009 work The Infernal Comedy, which includes music by Vivaldi and Beethoven, and the Berlin Philharmonic, under Sir Simon's baton, will perform Mahler's sixth symphony in the festival's closing concert on June 4. If those performances are sold out, it's still worth trying for others.
Music illuminates Prague. It also acts as a kind of stethoscope to the city's soul. Prague Spring, founded in 1946, was originally a celebration, an expression of liberation at the end of the Second World War and six years of Nazi occupation.
The optimism was to be short lived. Communist repression succeeded Nazi repression and the momentary glimmer of dissension during the "Prague Spring" of 1968 was extinguished by the invading armies of the Warsaw Pact.
So, May 1990 was a time of further celebration. The previous November the Velvet Revolution had brought the collapse of 40 years of communism and by huge good fortune I attended that year's opening concert. They were extraordinary days: Prague Spring now meant more than music.
I had been in the city in January. It was as if a great lid had suddenly been lifted from Prague and its people had emerged, dazed, into daylight. I was working for the ITV holiday programme Wish You Were Here…? Part of our story was that, instead of trying to survive on £10 a day, we endeavoured to spend £10 in a day. That notional budget would buy three Supraphon LP records, a set of Bohemia glass, lunch and dinner and travel by taxi. Only by buying a seat at the opera, which cost £3, could we hit the target.
It didn't last long. By the time I returned for the festival, prices had risen and a notice board, about 30 yards long, had been erected in Wenceslas Square giving news of the most important events of the past four decades. Every day crowds pressed up to the hoardings, curious to discover what had happened during the years of censorship in the state-controlled media. Today the destructiveness of those times is hauntingly captured by the sculptor Olbram Zoubek's Memorial to the Victims of Communism on Ujezd in Mala Strana – the Little Quarter. Six figures stand on a hillside in gradual stages of disintegration until heart and head are destroyed and only the legs are left. At the foot of the monument is this inscription: "205,486 convicted, 248 executed, 4,500 died in prison, 327 annihilated at the border, 170,938 emigrated."
The 1990 opening concert, held as always on the anniversary of the death of the composer Bedrich Smetana, was a profoundly Czech occasion. I felt an intruder. Rafael Kubelik, the Czech maestro, one of the founders of the Prague Spring, had come out of retirement, and self-imposed exile, to conduct Ma vlast – "My Country" – Smetana's set of symphonic poems.
Vaclav Havel, the "playwright president", as romantic a head of state as any nation has elected, was in the presidential box; the Czech Philharmonic Orchestra all wore the little red, blue and white "smiley" badges of the OF – Civic Forum – independence movement. It was at once powerful and private – all raw Smetana and emotion, almost sacred in its intensity.
Last week's opening concert was very different. The music was the same – Ma vlast – it always is, and the conductor was Czech, Jiri Belohlavek, chief conductor of the BBC Symphony Orchestra. The setting, under the painted ceiling and glass rotunda of Smetana Hall, was also unchanged. The auditorium, decorated in white and gold, the ice cream colours of a fairground organ, is in the Municipal Hall, the city's most fantastical Art Nouveau building. Its wooden seats are as hard as ever.
But then the similarities stopped. If the 1990 concert had been about the Czechs rediscovering what it meant to be Czech, this year's sashayed with the confidence of a nation with no doubts whatsoever about its identity.
It is not nationalism. "We are only nationalist now when we play ice hockey," said someone. "Especially against the Russians." That self-assurance permeates Prague. The city that had begun to homogenise itself with pizzerias and pseudo pubs to keep its tourists happy is now almost unconsciously restoring elements of its "Czechness".
For instance, the Lobkowicz family has got its home back, or more accurately, homes. With the roots of their influence and wealth reaching back to the 15th century, the Lobkowiczs are one of the oldest surviving families of the old Bohemian aristocracy. In 1948 the communist government confiscated their lands and possessions. Among them were 13 castles and a 16th-century palace, the only private palace inside the small town that is Prague Castle. The family fled the country but returned in 1990 when, to their surprise, their property was returned. Four years ago the palace was opened as a museum.
Is it ignoble to confess that I entered ready to resent anyone who possesses the palace's view across the furrowed pantiles of Mala Strana, across the Vltava river to the domes and spires of the old town, let alone the palace itself or its contents? By the time I left I could imagine I had been added to the Lobkowicz Christmas card list.
My conversion was because of the intimacy of an audio guide in which four members of the family "show" you around their palace and its exhilarating exhibitions. So personal and anecdotal was the tour that I was quite expecting to stay for supper.
The collection is stunning. There are priceless pictures: a landscape by the elder Brueghel, painted in 1565, and two Canalettos of 18th-century London. There is Delft and Meissen china, Chinese silk and a room with walls bestrewed with military and sporting guns. But my heart-gasping moment was to find, in a dark display case, first a score of the Messiah reorchestrated by Mozart with a broad-nibbed quill and much crossing out, and then, in stacks of dusty paper, manuscripts of Beethoven's Fourth and Fifth symphonies annotated, corrected and signed in the composer's hand.
Joseph Lobkowicz, the seventh prince, was one of Beethoven's most important patrons.
Hour-long concerts are given daily beneath the stucco ceiling of the palace's Italianate Concert Hall. That's typical Prague: classical pops in digestible chunks, more often than not in the sort of sublime settings where the pieces would have been first performed. You find it all over town. Where some cities put supermarkets, Prague has Vivaldi.
The Czechs are rediscovering their food, too. Saturday morning farmers' markets are springing up around the city. I went to the one on the quay beside the Vltava, on Rasinovo Nabrezi. There the stalls were selling not just fruit and veg but babouka cake and kolecko pastries, smoked fish and dark sausages 18 inches long. Wriggling trout were netted from a tank on a truck and plastic bottles filled with wine at around £2 a litre from taps in the back of a van. A generation ago life was not like this.
The Museum of Communism on Na Prikope is exquisitely sandwiched between McDonald's and a casino. Along with a replica school room and baleful interrogation office, complete with soundproof door, typewriter and desk lamp, there is the reconstruction of a food shop. A few tins fail to fill the shelves and the meat counter is bare. "Czechs sent their dogs to Poland to eat; Poles sent their dogs to Czechoslovakia to bark," went a mordant saying.
It's not just home cooks who are buying from the farmers' markets, restaurants are shopping there too. Lokal, on Dlouha at the edge of the Jewish quarter, is a revival of the Czech pub. Some would say there are enough Czech pubs that they hardly need reviving, but their food does.
Lokal's aim is to cook dishes so "they are not pub-like", with none of the "tricks to make the food faster and cheaper." The menu changes throughout the day but when I was there you could have spicy sausages for around £3 and beef shin goulash for £4. At the other end of the price scale, the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, which unsurprisingly has an Asian eatery, offers a Czech menu as well.
I asked a friend how Prague had changed in the 12 years she has lived there. "It hasn't really," she said. "There's just more of everything." Rene Beauchamp, general manager of the Four Seasons Hotel, agreed: "Ten years ago I remember a lady bringing us herbs from her garden twice a week. We used to have a fish twice a week too; now we can have it every day."
There are certainly more tourists, but Prague manages to rise above them – literally. This is a city that is invariably more interesting when you look up. It's not just the sight of the 460-year-old Astronomical Clock, nor the hourly procession of the apostles above it; it's not the Gothic spires of St Vitus's Cathedral, which were actually completed in 1929, nor the Baroque statues lining the Charles Bridge.
It's the detail that delights: the turrets and mosaics on the Art Nouveau buildings along Parizska, the street where the convertible Aston Martins now park outside Dunhill and Porches prowl around Prada. It's the frescoes in the dome of St Nicholas and the stucco and gables in Old Town Square.
It's the way centuries-old buildings have been imperceptibly adapted to 21st-century purposes. The Four Seasons, enviably situated beside the river, a stroll from the Old Town, is an architectural chameleon. Ten years ago, three buildings – neo-Renaissance, neo-Classical and Baroque – were turned into the first true five-star luxury brand in the Czech Republic.
From the outside you would never know. Whatever else may happen, Prague will always look like Prague. But if you really want to know what's going on, the answer is in the music.
- Peter Hughes was a guest of the Four Seasons Hotel and Carrier(www.carrier.co.uk; 0161 492 1357), which currently offers four-night breaks in the Four Seasons from £1,145 per person (£945 per person at the end of June). The prices include breakfast, a return British Airways flight from London and private airport transfers in Prague.
- Tickets for the Prague Spring festival, which normally go on sale in mid-Dec, are available at www.prague-spring.net. The Four Seasons concierge (www.fourseasons.com/prague) will also obtain tickets for guests given sufficient notice.
Prague is best for a bargain break
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/travel/travelnews/7545539/Prague-is-best-for-a-bargain-break.html
Five free things to do in Prague
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/travel/picturegalleries/7885396/Five-free-things-to-do-in-Prague.html?image=1
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Common Sense Is Dead!

An obituary printed in the London Times (author unknown).
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
- Knowing when to come in out of the rain,
- Why the early bird gets the worm,
- Life isn't always fair,
- and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate, teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch, and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student, but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers:
- I Know My Rights,
- I Want It Now,
- Someone Else Is To Blame, and
- I'm A Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Watch World Cup Finals with MyConstitution

Join us to watch the World Cup 2010 final match!
-watch with a fun crowd
-meet new people
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Date: 11 July 2010 Sunday
Time: 1 a.m. until game ends
Venue: PappaRich Bangsar, Jalan Telawi 4
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
That Handbag I Used To Have

Have to admit, I wasn’t fashion conscious when it comes to owning a handbag. I used to buy whatever bag that in my opinion will be long-lasting. Economical. As long as it won’t make me look like an aunty going to pasar. Anyway, my usual attire doesn’t match a branded handbag. In fact, expensive handbag doesn’t suit my personality.
Until one fateful day, while window shopping I saw that handbag on the display. It was sleek, black with purple lining and a lengthy silver strap. My eyes just couldn’t move elsewhere. Transfixed, mesmerised by it. Its price was beyond my means at that time. Out of my reach. Forget it, my instinct told me. So close yet so far away.
Resigned to my fate, I went back to my office in misery. But I couldn’t forget it. Something in me refused to give up. Suddenly I found a motivation to work extra hours.
After a few months, with enough cash but lacked of sleep, I bought the bag. Now, it’s mine! Never have I ever felt such satisfaction in my life!
Obsession seeped into my life. Took it wherever I went. Proudly showed to all my friends. Swallowed all the praises and feasted on their envious looks. Bought dresses, accessories and shoes just to suit it. Almost bought a new car for that.
Things changed when you least expected it. Sometimes you wish the spring will remain forever but autumn will arrive, then winter envelopes you with cold. The handbag began to hook on anything and everything that has a handle. The doorknob, the tree branch, the gate and even my car door. As if it refused to follow me anymore. Caused me to trip and fall a few times.
First frustrated, then devastated. What went wrong? I tugged, gently pulled and even tried to keep it in a safe place. Once change has occurred, things’ll never be the same.
Wisdom took over. Realised a handbag is a handbag. It’ll never be something beyond that, ever. It is not the same as money, a house or car. Money can provide for my needs. House, a roof over my head from the blazing sun and storms. I am free to go anywhere with my car. Not going to be miserable for a bag. Not anymore. I’ve given the wretched bag to another. There are many things in life that I can enjoy.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Michael Learns To Rock, Forever!
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
I Love The P.S. At The End

Before you return from your overseas trip I just want to let you know about the small accident I had with the pick up truck when I turned into the driveway. Fortunately, it was not too bad and I really didn't get hurt, so please don't worry too much about me.
I was coming home from Sylvia Park and when I turned into the driveway. I accidentally stepped on the accelerator instead of the brake. The garage door is slightly bent but the pick up fortunately came to a halt when it bumped into your car.
I am really sorry, but I know with your kind-hearted personality you will forgive me. You know how much I love you and care for you my sweetheart.
I enclosed a picture for you. I cannot wait to hold you in my arms again.
Your loving wife.
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"Crime of passion is a criminal defendant's excuse for lacking the premeditation element of a crime due to sudden anger or heartbreak. The defense is usually raised in murder or attempted murder cases, when a spouse or lover finds his/her partner sexually involved with another and shoots or stabs one or both of the coupled pair. To successfully raise the defense, the defendant must have acted immediately after the provocation, without time to "cool off". If the element of premediation is eliminated, the charges may be lessened from provable homicide to manslaughter with no death penalty and limited prison terms. The impassioned defendant may even be acquitted."


