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| The Supreme Court voted yesterday 5-4 that the death penalty is not a sufficient way of handling child molesters or children sex offenders. They claimed that it goes against the 8th Amendment stating that death is cruel and unusual punishment for people who prey upon defenseless children. Children who are traumatized and sometimes killed. According to the Supreme Court only murder is sufficient to merit the death penalty. Children who live through the sexual abuse or rape are then left with the memories of it, and that greatly affects their psychological and emotional development. I think that it is worse to grow up knowing and living with the fact that they have been sexually assaulted. Having sex with a child is such a heinous crime that death is not enough. They should be tortured or something before...have their spirits broken...something else to make them understand how the child probably felt when they decided to have their way with a child...then execute them. I know that this will not happen because that truly goes against the 8th Amendment, but that is my personal feelings toward it. Now I read an article on MSNBC.com about NBC settling a lawsuit with the family of man who committed suicide after the police and Dateline's "To Catch a Predator" went to his house to arrest him and film it for an episode. The family blames NBC for the man's suicide. Granted, his case was different, because if you watch the show, an undercover cop pretends to be an underage male or female and solicits people on the internet to come to a house and "have fun when his/her parents aren't home." It is a sting to catch online predators.When the suspect comes over an undercover cop who looks like a teenager convinces the men to come in and have some cookies or lemonade before Chris Hensen pops up and asks them what they intended on doing. They deny that they were going to have sex with the teen, even though there are transcripts of their conversations. Some are even caught with alcohol in their hands, condoms, etc., and are then arrested on the spot. However in this case, the man did not show up to the house, but based on the conversations he had, the police and Dateline NBC decided to go and make the arrest anyway, which ultimately led to his suicide. And now the family gets paid off because their family member was a child sex offender who takes his own life (good riddance)? How does that make any sense? Child sex offenders do not get the death penalty and they get paid?!?! Maybe I am in the wrong line of work... America..........what is wrong with that picture? It digusts me. | | |
| I think know that if it wasn't for the fact that I sweat so much when I drink (because I get hot easily), I'd probably most likely definitely be an alcoholic. | | |
| On March 19, 2008, my dog Penny, of +/- 13 years finally passed away. She was a black Chow Chow mix, but she looked like a full breed. She was not my most favoritest dog, that was Buffy, a brown full bred Chow Chow, but she was the dog that our family owned the longest. She was however part of the family and she was a great dog to own.  I still remember her as a little puppy. My uncle bought her, but was unable to raise her, and my mom decided to raise her. My dad loved Chow Chows and by that time, we had a Lucky, a shepard mix, and Buffy, another Chow. We took her in and I still remember her being an energetic black puffball. I remember her as a puppy and how she scared one of my brother's friend who was afraid of dogs and whacked her with a trophy. She was all right, Penny was...but I don't know about my brother's friend, haha. And she grew and grew. I can't beleive that so much time has passed from when she was a little puppy til now. And I know that I have taken the time for granted. She was the only female dog we owned, and she outlived, Lucky and Buffy. She outlasted a stray dog we took in that we named Toney. She stayed as my mother gave away Peanut, a chow mix that I bought, to a family friend to guard his work place after he got robbed. And she was around when we brought in Yoyo aka Fei Fei/Fat Fat. And she was the last dog in our household. And through all of that, she never put out for any of those male dogs. Haha. Penny was a virgin dog. She never had puppies because she would never put out. When any of the male dogs would try to mount her, she would sit down. This resulted in Buffy, Peanut, and Yoyo to bark at her, throughout the night to dismay of my neighbors, and eventually until Buffy, Peanut, and Yoyo lost their bark. She was a great dog. Always on her guard. When she did not recognize anyone, she would bark like a good girl. She was a bit sexist, not barking at girls more than guys. And even as her health deteriorated, she was still a great watch dog. She hated water, so eventually we stopped bathing her, because she started to bite when we would wash her. It was her way, but I eventually used her hate of water to kick her out of the house when she was stubborn and wanted to stay inside the house. And although her fur shedded in balls of fur inside the house, she was our indoor dog. Her eye was the first thing to go and was blind in one eye. Something about their scrunched eyes and the eyelash would scratch their eyeball. And then as she got older, her joints affected her and her hind legs began to give out. Her hearing was not as good as it used to be, but her sense of smell was still great. Even when getting up was a stuggle for her, she'd still bark, whether she was sitting in front of the door or in the hallway at people she did not recognize. If she recognized you though, she was a loving dog. She was not able to walk on Tuesday, March 18th. I came home and saw her sitting in the hallway. I went to my room, and came out a few hours later and she was still there in the same position. And when I went to watch tv and go to sleep, she was there. I hand fed her water and fed her before I went to sleep. When I woke up the next morning to go to work she was in the same spot, but this time she was lieing on her side, unable to lift up her head. I pet her and went to work. I came home to get ready for school and this time she was not in the hallway anymore, fearing for the worst or hoping that she was able to walk, I went to the backyard and saw that someone moved her, probably my mom. She was still lieing on her side, breathing heavily. And I brought some water for her. The only way for me to feed it to her was for me to pour some on the side of her mouth and then she would drink some, and then lick it off the floor. I had to go get ready for school and left. When I got home, I saw her and tried to give her some water for her to drink, but this time she refused. I tried to give her some kibbles but she would not open her mouth. She was breathing very hard. I went out to eat and when I got returned, my brother tells me, "Penny died." "She stopped breathing?" I asked. And he said simply, "yes." That was all he needed to say. I went out to the backyard to see her and there she was...lieing there. In the same position she was in, this time no body going up and down, showing signs of breath. Her mouth was slightly opened, and she was there lifeless. Lieing next to her was the water bowl that I had used to drip water into her mouth, and two pieces of dog kibble that I tried to feed her, now a little bigger than mornal having absorbed the water on the floor. Thirteen years with her in the home give or take. And now I am here on the computer typing this out and wishing I had taken more pictures of her. I wish I had pictures of when she was a puppy to post on here, pictures of her as she grew older and older chronologicalizing her life. I wish I had pictures where she accidentally jumped into the camera shot...but I don't have any of that. I don't even have a picture of her in her later years. I wish I taken more pictures. I wish I knew when we brought her in, I wish I kept track of it. Now I am left with memories, which are still good, until I cannot remember them as I get older. And now it is weird, coming home to not hear her barking at me if she did not recognize me. Coming home and not seeing her taking up the majority of the doorway. Walking out of my room and not seeing her sleeping or lieing down right outside my room door, and sometimes tripping over her in the middle of the night because she was black dog who blended in with the darkness. Miss you, girl...hope we gave you everything you needed and hope you enjoyed our company, because I already miss yours. PENNY
Rest In Peace girl
b.199? - d. March 19, 2008 (far too soon) | | |
| My parents aren't the best english speakers. They are able to communicate in English, my dad more than my mom. However, they do have their moments. I know that I don't speak well of them at all times, but regardless of what I say, they will always be my parents and I will always love them, even though I don't tell them that I do. With us, it's more of a "I know that you do, so don't make me say it" kinda of thing which I am sure is what it is like for a lot of people out there... But, I must take the time now to make fun of them because that is what we do in my family...=) I posted a post back then about my parents trying to say cilantro, and I found it to be funny... ***edit*** since i can't find that post, here's the breakdown...my mom was asking about cilantro because she likes buying it and putting it into dishes for dinner, and she asks me how to pronounce it, I said "cilantro" and then she says "cirantro"...I say "no mom, CILANTRO" and then she says "CIRANTRO" and then my dad decides to jump in and then he says "Cilrantro" haha...after a few more times, they both finally got it right...LOL (or for my parents sake, ROR!  ) So yesterday my mother comes up to me and asks how to spell "birthday." She begins to write it down on a post-it, "b-i-r-s-d..." and then I intervene... "S? It's b-i-r-t-h-d-a-y." She looks at me and says. "Oh, t-h?" She laughs, "so I've been pronouncing it wrong." and walks back to her desk... Oh mother! my "birsday"is coming up! Love that Engrish!!  | | |
| Although a lot of things bug me, these three take the cake (mmm...cake!)...
1) All of my friends know this, and it really drives me crazy. I hate it soo much when it really is something that should not evoke a feeling so strong. The thing that drives me bonkers is when someone wears a hoodie or jacket and the hood on the hoodies or jackets are inside out.
"Maybe my back will be protected from the rain if I wear it like this!" I mean, come on! It only takes a few seconds to check if the hood is the way it is suppose to be. They are created for a reason, to protect your head from the rain or sun or just as a fashion statement for emos (you know the hood over the head that allows just the right amount of bangs to be flashed and covers an eye). Whatever the reason, don't be a lazy-a$$ and just fix the damn hood...it doesn't make you any cooler. It is not to the point where if I see a stranger with their hood inside out I will approach them and fix it for them, if I had more cajones, I would, but if I know you and your hood is inside out, be ready for an attack by me the fix it! It does get distracting in a class and I notice that someone's hood is inside out. I've been in class, but did not hear a word the professor was talking about because I couldn't get the fact that someone with an inside out hood was in the vicinity of the classroom. 2) a)Drag, drag....drag, drag...drag, drag. People who drag their feet is another thing that pushes my buttons. It's not even the sound of the foot scuffing across the pavement that gets me so riled up. You are walking...take the energy (which isn't that much) to pick up your damn foot and take a step. How freaking lazy do you have to be to drag your feet? Is it so hard to pick up your feet less than or about one inch off the ground? I understand that you might be tired after a long day of work, but are you really that tired to not be able to pick up your damn foot? There are marathon runners and Ironman competitors who have gone through a hell of a lot more than you would do in a day who are still able to lift up their feet. b) Flip flops are fine. Show off those toes...even if they need a pedicure or Dr. Scholl's to fix those bunyuns, corns, etc. Whatevs. More power to you...that is not a big deal. Who am I to say who can or cannot wear flip flops? However, it is a big deal when you decide to wear flip flops and then drag your feet....GIMME A FREAKIN BREAK!!! And this is the only time the sound of the dragging of the feet irritates me. It's bad enough that you don't lift up your foot when you walk and it creates the scuffing, drag, drag sound, but to include that with your flip, flop...flip, flop...flip, flop to create the drag, flip, drag, flop....drag, flip, drag, flop...drag, flip, drag, flop...seriously, shoot me in the f-ing head! 
"Drag, flip, drag, flop...drag, flip, drag, flop..." 'nuff said.
3) This one is not a pet peeve per se, but since I am getting stuff off my chest and this is another annoyance...here goes. I am not much of a car guy...I don't talk about cars much, I don't know about which alterations to do to make my car look better. '69 Mustang or a '70 Charger? Who cares? To me a car is something that gets me from point A to point B. And if it happens to look okay (in my opinion) while getting me to point A to point B, well even better! However, this one car that is on the road really, annoys me. To me it is not a car. That non-car is the Chrysler PT Cruiser. It is the (as Chandler from FRIENDS nicely puts it about the gold braclet that Joey gives him) "eyesore from the Liberachi House of Crap. The reject from the Mr. T collection...I pity the foo', I do, I do, I pity the foo.." 
"All the other cars won't play with me..."
I understand that this car was made because it has a recent and updated look to the cars of the past, but its ugly! And I think people purchase this car because of the luxuries it probably comes with and the fact that it is affordable, and not because of the looks. Granted, if i could get a new car or a used car for the same price, I probably would choose the new car, too. The fact that the car would be yours, and no one else previously owned it, no salvaged title, just your own brand, new car! But if I had the choice of receiving a free, new PT Cruiser or forking out my own money for another car, I'd choose the fork out my own money for the other car. (Granted I could take the PT Cruiser and sell it to get money, which is what I probably would do, but to prove a point, I'd rather waste my own money which I could have saved and get a car of my own choosing or liking.) [edit: let's say that I had to drive the car and could not sell it as part of the deal of the PT Cruiser...then I would not select the PT Cruiser] If I could receive a free PT Cruiser or get a free crappy car, a clunker that still worked, I'd choose the clunker...I think I'd even choose the clunker that did not work before I'd choose the PT Cruiser and donate it to get a tax write off, or just send it to the junkyard or whatever. I think the only way I would touch the PT Cruiser would only be if I crashed into one and even then my car would be tainted, which would probably require new parts, a new paint job, or a new car...so please...if you love puppies, please keep PT Cruisers off the road! And if you don't like puppies, well then you just aren't human and aren't someone I would like to know. Puck off Puppy hater! LOL I just answered this Featured Question, you can answer it too! | | |
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