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  & now under BUSH, he's sane enough to go home.

Left-wingers tend to like cartoonist Aaron McGruder for his comic-strip assaults on the Bush administration in "The Boondocks." But at a dinner Sunday night marking the 138th anniversary of the Nation magazine, McGruder earned boos for saying liberals need to be meaner if they want to win back the White House.

Former POW Shoshana Johnson Leaves Army

WE ARE ALL WATER

We are now facing the dawning of our global village, admist polluted air,
water and insanity.

Fear not. War Is Over.

I believe, we, the human race has opened our eyes to save ourselves and the
planet at the 25th hour. The first good news came two months ago, from
North Carolina scientists who successfully made a monkey move an object
psychokinetically. One monkey influences 100 monkies, as they say. But if
one monkey can move things psychokinetically, imagine what millions of
human beings can move together (We can move mountains!). Military personnel
immediately understood the power of this experiment. "Now we can kill our
enemies psychokinetically." That's what was said. But why not use the power
to save ourselves? I believe you and I will.

The second good news has come from an experiment done by a Japanese
scientist, Masaru Emoto, who has discovered and demonstrated that "water
reads." This is unbelievable information, but it's true. To put it simply,
Emoto put water in a bottle, put a label on the bottle with a word written
on it facing inside the bottle. He then froze the water and examined the
crystal created by the water under a microscope. The photos of the
crystals show, that when you write a word such as, love, regardless of
which language, the water creates a beautiful crystal. When you write
"happiness" it also creates a beautiful crystal. But when you write
"unhappiness" it cannot form a crystal. Interestingly, the word "Hell"
created terrible dirty water. Don't ask me why! (Messages from Water:
Masaru Emoto, translated in English)

Sentences create equally fascinating results. When you write "how pretty
you are!", it creates a beautiful crystal, whereas "you stupid guy!"
creates muddy, ugliness, reminiscent of extremely polluted water. The water
reacts to very delicate differences, too. When you write "you better do
it!" it creates a muddyness like an expression of rebellion. However, it
creates a beautiful crystal if you write "let's do it, shall we?" Of
course, the biggest hit is "I love you." There is no limit to how much this
sentence in many different languages can do to clean the water and create
beautiful crystals. The muddiest, polluted water can become clean.

The water not only reacts to the written words but to music. When music
was played to the water, many beautiful crystals were created. It was
interesting for me that the song "imagine" created a crystal very similar
to the word "angels."

And, of course, 80 percent of our bodies are made up of water! What does
that mean?

We are probably making very dangerously muddy people as our opposition by
constantly throwing verbal attacks at them. If we make them muddy, we will
pretty soon become muddy, too. Just by sending good words, it not only
clears the people you send the good words to, but it clears you, too. So if
you are insulting someone, that is the same as insulting yourself. All this
is demonstrated by the photos of the waters and their crystals.

The power we have is wisdom based on clear information we share with each
other. The power we have is our sanity and the knowledge that we are all
water, and that water changes by what it reads and what is communicated. So
now it is clear that we can change the world without leaving our homes just
by thinking, holding, and communicating the right idea!

Since things happen in threes, I propose that we create the third bit of
good news ourselves - by coming together this New Years Eve, and ending the
year with a clear vision. Let's visualize all the people living life in
peace. 10 seconds. One hour. All day. Anywhere and anytime of the day.

Carry the clearest vision of a peaceful world you can imagine. Let's do it
with a spirit of fun and joy. Not with anger, not with fear. Let's not
march. Let's sing, dance and hug each other to bring in the New year, and,
with it, the new world. Let's report to the Universe how happy we are to be
on this planet which is a part of a beautiful constellation. For opposite
of love is fear, not hate, opposite of wisdom is confusion, not stupidity,
and the shortest distance between two points is our desire and our
unwavering belief. So listen to your heartbeat and enjoy. It's worth every
minute of it.

An extra special Happy New Year to you.

Remember, we are all water in the same ocean. I love you!

Yoko Ono

 we'll be having a realtime de-bunking here on dkos!

hugs go out to the Piestewa & Johnson families!

it makes page A-18.

Lori Piestewa's journey from Tuba City to Iraq

Born in December 1980 to a Hopi father, Terry Piestewa, and a Hispanic mother, Priscilla "Percy" Baca Piestewa, Lori Ann was the youngest of four children, two boys and two girls. She spent part of her childhood in Winslow but grew up mostly in Tuba City. Though taught from an early age about her Hopi background - the family name literally means "pool of still water" - she was raised on the Navajo side of U.S. 160 in the town, which marks the boundary between the Navajo and Hopi reservations.
...

 Some remembered her as a "daddy's girl," playing Little League baseball with her team, the Indians, when she was 7 or 8. By eighth grade, she was making an impression as a determined volleyball player despite being shorter than 5 feet.

She was good enough to stand out, recalled teammate Vachel Kewenvoyouma, 25, of Prescott. Everyone called her "Little Lori," and she never missed practice.

"She never gave up, always tried harder," Kewenvoyouma said. "No matter how down we were in scores, she tried harder."

At Tuba City High School, Piestewa was pitcher and second baseman on the softball team where her steely determination again was on display.
...

She loved her two kids, cooking chicken enchiladas, playing softball and listening to the Cranberries. She was a church-going Catholic, but she honored her Hopi heritage by attending religious dances at nearby Moenkopi Village.
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 On March 30, 2001, Piestewa reported for basic training at Fort Sill, just as Whiterock had. She then went to Advanced Individual Training at Fort Lee, Va., before accepting her first duty assignment with the 507th Maintenance Company, a unit assigned to the 11th Air Defense Artillery Brigade at Fort Bliss, Texas.

The unit, whose motto is "Just Fix It," is packed with mechanics and technicians trained to repair trucks and heavy equipment, including the unit's missile systems. Piestewa's job: keeping track via computer of supplies used by the 150-person detail.
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 It was at Fort Bliss that she met Pfc. Jessica Lynch, who would become her fast friend and roommate in roughly February 2002, said Lynch's brother, Gregory Lynch of Palestine, W.V.

"Jessie talked about her all the time," Gregory said, adding that they would go to malls and movies together in their spare time.
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 Piestewa gave a local TV interview before shipping out, saying prophetically, "It's very important knowing that my family is well taken care of."

 Lynch, now 20, says she feels hurt to have received praise she says her colleagues deserved. "It hurt in a way that people would make up stories that they had no truth about. They did not know whether I did that or not. Only I would have been able to know that, because the other four people on my vehicle aren't here to tell that story. So I would have been the only one able to say, 'Yeah, I went down shooting.' But I didn't. I did not."

"I don't look at myself as a hero," she adds. "My heroes are Lori [Pfc. Lori Piestewa], the soldiers that are over there, the soldiers that were in that car beside me, the ones that came and rescued me." Piestewa was one of the 11 members of Lynch's unit, the 507th Maintenance, who were killed in the ambush near the southern Iraqi town of Nasiriyah.

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 In the chaos of the ambush, Lynch says, she discovered that her gun was jammed and she was unable to defend herself. She was never able to fire her weapon.

She says it may have been Piestewa who fought fiercely and went down firing. "That may have been her. But that wasn't me, and I'm not taking credit for it," Lynch said.

Lynch says she remembers Piestewa protecting her: "She was there for me ... She had my back the whole time."

 i have to STRESS that this is meant in NO WAY disrespectfully to jessica lynch THE PERSON.

 this is about jessica lynch THE MYTH.

 or to be honest jessica lynch THE PROPAGANDA.

these links will serve as a handy-dandy reference guide

GUARDIAN: The truth about Jessica

BBC: Saving Private Lynch story 'flawed'

JOURNALISM.ORG: Jessica Lynch: Media Myth-Making in the Iraq War

FOX:
Sources Say Jessica Lynch Has Amnesia