Monday, October 02, 2006
Dr. David Graham, DDS, 67
I don't make it a secret my feelings about September 11th. If the U.S. government wasn't involved in some level at least they were negligent in failing to do as much as they could to prevent the events of that day. I know I'm not alone in this opinion...but as a US citizen I have every right to think this. I may be a little off center but I don't believe in coquencedences...I think there is an explaination behind everything. Just don't know who or why the truth isn't fully out there. I'm not beating down just the Republicans or Democrates. Both parties are full of men and women that crave power and the secrets that are apparently inheirnt with power.
But whatever...I'm not trying to make this a political site. There are plently of other places on the net for that.
I wonder why some of the main stream media doesn' t pick up on stories like that of Dr. David Graham. He was a Shreveport dentist that claims he met three of the hijackers in Shreveport and warned the FBI 10 monthes before 9-11 that they might be planning an attack. Dr. Graham wrote a book that he was trying to get published. He was scheduled to testify at a deportation hearing against a Pakistani man, Jamal Khan who hosted the men that Graham believed to be the highjackers.
Source.
Dr Graham mysteriously fell ill. His family says he was poisoned more then two years ago and suffered organ failure was at one point on life support.
May 21, 1939 - September 17, 2006 - RIP
Labels: 1939 births, 2006 September deaths, conspiracy, doctor, illiness
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
This Death In History: Emily Post, 86
Last night I went out and played my final game of softball in 2006. It was fun, we lost, both games, but I made one brilliant catch that is going to live forever in my personal highlight reel…I’m soooo conceited
So last night started like this...got to the park a little early, talked to a friend for a bit, another guy on the team walked over the three of us started b.s.-ing then decided to head out to the field to toss the ball around. I had downed a couple of Red Bulls (I’m old, I have to do that now a days) and it made me, how should I say, slightly gassy? Now I’ve often held the personal belief that every person has one mutant power, it’s a comic geeks basis on their existence really. So my one mutant power is the ability to burp. Not just some tiny little bitty ‘a,b,c’ type cute burps but window shaking, car alarm starting, from far inner reaches deep down inside me full on belches. So we’re walking…and I just let one go…my friend J, who has experienced worse explosions from me, just shook his head but the other guy, D, this was something new from a person he had only met a 5 days earlier. I giggled afterwards and said “…and I wonder why I’m single”. Besides that little show of vulgarity I really wasn’t on my best behavior. I later told D “if I ever played [softball] with him again I was going to drop a Xanex in his Powerade” and the oh so eloquent “Chill the fuck out”. Now I know I’ve got my faults. I’m rather obnoxious, a wee bit abrasive, compulsive yet lazy and as I discovered last night a little immature (the Pez collection & comic books should have clued me in earlier, huh?). Basically, I am Emily Posts worst nightmare.
Emily Post once said "Etiquette is the science of living. It embraces everything. It is the code of sportsmanship and of honor. It is ethics." She started her writing career at the turn of the century, writing about such things as architecture and interior design for magazines. Her writing career further expanded when she started writing books about travel; in 1922 her book Etiquette was published. She later started speaking on radio programs and wrote a daily column about ‘good taste’ which eventually appeared in over 200 newspapers. Her advice was pretty broad but her basic belief was that "no one should do anything that can either annoy or offend the sensibilities of others”. (oops)
Ms. Post passed away after a brief illness.
October 27, 1893 – September 25, 1960
RIP
as a post script to this entry...I clean up well and I'd say about 98% am pretty demure & well behaved.
So last night started like this...got to the park a little early, talked to a friend for a bit, another guy on the team walked over the three of us started b.s.-ing then decided to head out to the field to toss the ball around. I had downed a couple of Red Bulls (I’m old, I have to do that now a days) and it made me, how should I say, slightly gassy? Now I’ve often held the personal belief that every person has one mutant power, it’s a comic geeks basis on their existence really. So my one mutant power is the ability to burp. Not just some tiny little bitty ‘a,b,c’ type cute burps but window shaking, car alarm starting, from far inner reaches deep down inside me full on belches. So we’re walking…and I just let one go…my friend J, who has experienced worse explosions from me, just shook his head but the other guy, D, this was something new from a person he had only met a 5 days earlier. I giggled afterwards and said “…and I wonder why I’m single”. Besides that little show of vulgarity I really wasn’t on my best behavior. I later told D “if I ever played [softball] with him again I was going to drop a Xanex in his Powerade” and the oh so eloquent “Chill the fuck out”. Now I know I’ve got my faults. I’m rather obnoxious, a wee bit abrasive, compulsive yet lazy and as I discovered last night a little immature (the Pez collection & comic books should have clued me in earlier, huh?). Basically, I am Emily Posts worst nightmare.
Emily Post once said "Etiquette is the science of living. It embraces everything. It is the code of sportsmanship and of honor. It is ethics." She started her writing career at the turn of the century, writing about such things as architecture and interior design for magazines. Her writing career further expanded when she started writing books about travel; in 1922 her book Etiquette was published. She later started speaking on radio programs and wrote a daily column about ‘good taste’ which eventually appeared in over 200 newspapers. Her advice was pretty broad but her basic belief was that "no one should do anything that can either annoy or offend the sensibilities of others”. (oops)
Ms. Post passed away after a brief illness.
October 27, 1893 – September 25, 1960
RIP
as a post script to this entry...I clean up well and I'd say about 98% am pretty demure & well behaved.
Labels: 1893 births, 1960 September deaths, author, illiness
Friday, September 16, 2005
Constance Moore, 85
My mom was pretty strict, especially about bedtimes. Every night, without fail, I was marched off to bed at 8pm on school nights but got to stay up a bit later on Fridays & Saturdays. My dad wasn't so big on rules so on Thursday nights, when my mom was at choir practice, I could usually stay up until 9:30pm or later depending on when mom got done BS-ing with the rest of the choir junkies. So every Thursday night I got to watch 'Buck Rogers in the 25th Century' it was so awesome, especially since I had the hots for Gil Gerard (why?).
My 1979 fav series was just one in a long line of Buck Rogers incarnations. The original 1939 movie stared Constance Moore as Lt. Wilma Deering (not Colonel, thank you). Ms. Moore then went on to star in many movies before retiring in 1947 but then popped up in a couple of guest spots on various 60's T.V. comedies.
Ms. Moore passed away from heart failure following a long illness on Friday, September 16th.
January 18, 1920 - September 16, 2005 R.I.P.
Labels: 1920 births, 2005 September deaths, actor, illiness
