ITEM #1
Okay, it may be nice to know
what happened to Teamsters boss, Jimmy Hoffa, when he disappeared back in 1975, but why now?
After all...
The investigation was triggered by a tip from Donovan Wells, 75, a federal prisoner serving time for marijuana trafficking who lived on the farm at the time of Hoffa's disappearance.
A former lawyer said Wells offered the information to the FBI 30 years ago. Now, he has offered it again in hopes of securing a reduced sentence.
The statement is more valuable now than it was 30 years ago? WTF?
As Charles Barkley said this evening on ESPN Radio, "If you talk to the F.B.I., tell them to quit wasting my tax dollars looking for Jimmy Hoffa."
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ITEM #2
I just read skrp23's diary on Al Gore at Town Hall in New York City, and skrp included this:
He then went on to praise Hillary Rodham Clinton for the "very important speech that she gave the other day" on "energy policy."
And that got me to thinking...
Wouldn't Hillary make the perfect VP choice for Al Gore in `08? Talk about symmetry. America loves symmetry. Such an alignment would also negate the questions about Hill and Bill. After all, who cares about the Veep? (In memory of one of the all-time great Veep candidates, Lloyd Bentsen.)
ITEM #3
Bush. What an embarrassment to America. After listening to his presser with Tony Blair, one can only wonder what possesses this lamebrain to appear with a guy who -- for all his faults -- can speak in complete and cogent sentences.
Bush calls on "Stretch" and when "Stretch" asks a very serious question of Tony Blair, President Numbnutz can be heard in the background, talking over the question, "I call him 'Stretch.' That's my nickname for him."
My god, what a total fucking idiot. How embarrassing. It is at times like these that I want to write "I'm a citizen of this asshole's country" on a brown paper bag and put it over my head.
ITEM #4
My friend told me this story tonight:
His elderly neighbor, a good friend, went into the hospital with an end-stage cancer. The elderly man had signed a DNR (Do Not Resuscitate). The man's wife had passed away weeks earlier. The man's only child lived in Atlanta (this was in a Chicago suburb), and was en route.
The elderly man stopped breathing.
The doctors intubated him and put him on a ventilator.
Only hours later, my friend went to visit the elderly man in his room and saw him intubated and on the ventilator. The elderly man signaled that he wanted to write something. My friend gave him a pen and paper.
The old man wrote:
"Get me a gun."
My friend interceded with the doctors and insisted that they respect the elderly man's wishes and remove the ventilator. They did.
The elderly man breathed on his own. My friend went home.
Later that evening, my friend went back to the hospital. The old man's mouth was filled and covered with phlegm and dried mucous. My friend drove to a nearby drug store and bought a toothbrush and toothpaste. He returned to the hospital and spent almost an hour cleaning the old man's mouth.
The eldery man's son arrived. The old man died within the hour.
Death with dignity is a dream for many elderly who pass in a hospital.
There are better ways to die.