In the news: Why do we set people like this free?

FOXNews.com - U.S. & World - Molesters Often Strike Again

Milestone: More than half of US Tax Returns filed over Internet!

Print Story: More Than Half of Tax Returns E-Filed on Yahoo! News

Nothing new under the sun...?

In the news: Here comes Tiger!

Os X Steps Ahead of Windows

Last week I went to the Apple store. Having been a Windows user for years, I was very impressed by the simplicity and intuitiveness of the interface and blown away by some of the capabilities of the G5 (as well as its price - over $6000 with the 30 inch flat panel monitor).

Apple may never take over the office, but it has a clear shot at our homes and music studios.

Yep, they really said it!

'I regret to say that we of the FBI are powerless to act in cases of oral-genital intimacy, unless it has in some way obstructed interstate commerce.'

-- J. Edgar Hoover

And we make fun of Hollywood!

One of religion's favorite targets as a den of iniquity is Hollywood. Religious people like to make fun of the number of times people are married.

But 1st, 2nd and 3rd place winners of the "How many times were you married? prize are:

Brigham Young, Mormon - 19 times
Muhammad, Prophet - 12 times (including a 9-year-old girl)
Joseph Smith, Mormon - 12 times

Frequently married celebrities

But it's ok folks! God said so!

Poetry: The Key

The Key

I had no heart
For Cupid’s dart
Stood far apart
An evil start

I had a mind
Outwardly kind
An awful sign
Of cruelty mine

I had a need
To kill a seed
Another's greed
With final speed

I had to laugh
At pain-filled gasps
Just did the math
Then freed my wrath

But heard a voice
Among the toys
Eyes with no choice
Fearing the noise

I know my age
But not my stage
I feel the rage
Turning the page

Wells up again
Wants to live in
My mind, the sin
The heartless end

I found a key
This key fits me
Turns me to we
Won't let this be

I felt the rain
It took the pain
And shut again
The door to Cain

- JT

Poetry: The Touch

The Touch – April 30, 1998

I stand on a path in the forest beneath a grey, cloud-filled sky.
It is an early spring morning and there is chill in the air.
I can see my breath.

The leaves have begun to open on all the trees now.
The new leaves a fresh bright, wet green color that gets deeper with distance.
Blooms of purple-pink and white spread brush-strokes across the forest.

A misty rain begins, so light you can barely feel it.
I turn my face to the sky and yes, it’s there.
I smile as I realize that even this light rain makes a gentle sound.

I can hear birds singing too and every movement in the forest.
A ground squirrel scampers through the underbrush to my right.
I don’t know whether he knows I’m here…oh, he’s gone.

Now I’m aware of my breathing, which makes me inhale deeply.
The smells of the forest enter freely with the air into my lungs;
Flowers, trees, grass, freshness. The smell of rain; her smell.

I begin to walk forward along the path.
It is clear and straight and easily walked.
Now and again a small tree has fallen on the path that I must climb around or over.

This is a hilly place and the path runs atop a ridge,
The landscape falling away on each side into deep hollows.
Ahead and down the path I see a place that is filled with misty light. I walk.

It’s funny what rain does to sound in a forest.
It wets the ground and leaves so your passing makes no sound.
Then its gentle voice hides the sounds of the other residents of the wood, leaving you all alone.

Suddenly I’m in a glade. A gentle, open space
where even with the summer’s thick grown canopy,
you would easily see the sky.

I stand in the milky light of the glade. The flowered trees illuminated
By the natural skylight overhead and the few rays of sunlight which would not be caught
By cloud and leaves and rain.

A new sound from the west. Like a rushing wind but not. Somehow different,
Yet clearly there and growing, coming toward me like a wave.
It’s rain. I hear it coming but it’s not here yet. A harder, deeper rain than I feel now.

It comes. A deep, cool, still gentle rain, though larger, more substantial.
It gently soaks me, standing in the glade.
Soaks me with her smell. Caresses me with her gentle kiss.

I love this glade, this open space. I’m lucky to be here right now.
For the rain would have come anyway. Whether I’d been there to feel it or not.
And had I chosen a different path, a different day, a different way,

I’d never have felt her touch so far away.

- JT

In the news: WHEN will we learn that we can't set these people free???

FOXNews.com - U.S. & World - Cops: Body Believed to Be That of Lunde: "Sarah was last seen on April 9, shortly after she returned home from a church trip and around the time a registered sex offender unexpectedly paid a visit to her family's home. The teen was reported missing two days later when her mother learned she wasn't at a friend's home."

Kids say the darndest things!

"Noodles are my favorite desert!"

-C 4/10/2005

Great Show!

Victor Wooten & Divinity - Newport Music Hall, Columbus, Ohio 4/12/2005

Kids say the darndest things!

Daddy: "Can I eat you all up?"

C: "No! 'Cause I'm not a french fry!"

1/15/2005

Yup, amen & all that. Eggsellent!

Leader of the Free World...and Bill & Hillary.

They apparently thought the Pope was a gas...

Picking Clinton over Carter for the Pope's funeral was a sell out.

Famous last words:

"Amen."

- Pope John Paul II

Free Thinker Slaves: "Free speech as long as you agree with us!"

William Kristol hit by a pie, Pat Buchanan hit with salad dressing. Grandstanding demonstrations of food throwing are becoming all the rage with the Free Thinker Slave community.

Buchanan Gets Face Full of Salad Dressing

Kristol continued his talk and finished his point, Buchanan thanked the audience for coming and declined to press charges.

Even as the Slaves succeed in their mission to call attention to themselves, in doing so they show the stark difference between thinking adults and blind adolescents.

Well done.

Koran predicts U.S. destruction in 2007!

Koran scholar: U.S. will cease to exist in 2007.

...by a giant tsunami even!