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Last Updated: 11/26/2009

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Gender: Male
Status: Married
Age: 36
Sign: Sagittarius

City: San Benito
State: Texas
Country: US
Signup Date: 5/9/2005

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Tuesday, November 24, 2009 

Current mood:  blessed
Category: Life

She smiles...
Genuine to her nature...
Bright red lips...
A bite just to tease...
Misty brown eyes...
show her deeper side...
Loving...
Caring...
Funny...
Understanding...
Troubled..yet..hopeful
A dreamer...yet
Close enough to perfect for me...

Happy Anniversary my love!!!
Tuesday, November 17, 2009 
Luca is back at home....nuff' said!
Monday, November 16, 2009 
We would like your help in finding our Dog Luca. He's been missing for 3 days and we hope he is in San Benito. I have attached a photo of him. We are offering a reward for his safe return. A distinct characteristic is a growth on his paw. He also has a white stripe of hair on his chest. Please spread the word to all your friends, he needs medication. Your help is greatly appreciated. You can reach me at 956-739-2058. Ask for Edward or Lilly.



Friday, November 06, 2009 

Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
I don't know what to make of it. I remember having a drink at a party and driving off to get home. When I say a dream I meant just a drink. Next thing I remember is waking up to a policeman's knock on my window and the next thing I see is this glorious vision. It's where the street ended and just inches from my car was nothing but the most beautiful blue waters. I look around again and I am on this strip of land that is only holding my car and what looks like a piece of highway. I sit there thanking God for being alive, I realize I am alive for falling asleep at the wheel and for some odd reason I ended up on what I'm floating on now. I ask the cop," where are we?" he says the name of a place I have never heard of. I walk out of the car and we pass by a beach front filled with children playing and having a wonderful time. My surroundings still have me in awe, the smell of the most beautiful ocean, massive amounts of blue water surround me, and I realize...It was my heaven.

Don't drink and drive!
Thursday, August 27, 2009 

Category: News and Politics

Barack Obama ran a brilliant campaign for president. Unfortunately for him, that strategic brilliance did not carry over to his campaign for healthcare reform. His push for greater government control of healthcare has struck a majority of Americans as radical, arrogant, and not so subtly lethal.

Obama is backtracking, trying to salvage some increase in government control. He dropped the proposal for government end-of-life counseling.
“Hello, Mr. Smith? I’m your government counselor. Tell me about yourself. How badly do you want to live? I’m sorry I can’t come over and meet you in person, but I have thousands of clients. Can you help me out and tell me why you should have priority in receiving life-prolonging treatment?”
Obama now claims to have dropped the “public option.” He is playing word games here. His explicitly stated ultimate goal (shared with virtually all liberal Democrats in Congress) is to nationalize healthcare, and he is still working to increase government control of healthcare as much as is politically possible.
Obamacare is not “socialized medicine,” as some critics claim, but this is a semantic technicality. My late economics mentor, Dr. Hans Sennholz, grew up in Nazi (national-socialist) Germany. He explained that the difference between socialism and fascism was that socialists seize ownership of businesses, whereas fascists let owners retain title to businesses, but wield dictatorial control over them. When it comes to healthcare, we see echoes of this in Obama’s August 16 New York Times op-ed, in which he proposed that Uncle Sam regulate which people health-insurance companies insure, the generosity of those benefits, and the prices those companies charge.
The fundamental flaw in the proposed healthcare reform is encapsulated in Nancy Pelosi’s assertion that the reform would mean “a cap on your costs, but no cap on your benefits.”
Well, that would be grand. But that’s not how the world works.
It is an elementary economic truth that price ceilings produce an excess of demand over supply—i.e., a shortage. Shortages breed political rationing, as happens regularly in Canada, Britain, and other countries with government-provided healthcare.
The prospect of being at the mercy of government bureaucrats for access to healthcare can make one feel as queasy as looking into the barrel of Dirty Harry’s .44 Magnum and hearing him taunt, “Are you feeling lucky, punk?”
Americans don’t want to be drafted into a government-run lottery for health and life. We oppose Obamacare because we don’t want government officials deciding who gets what treatments when. Such awesome power may never be abused here the way it was recently in Honduras, where deposed president Manuel Zelaya threatened to withhold government-funded healthcare from his political opponents; however, it is naïve to believe that one’s political connections won’t affect who gets the best healthcare. The members of Congress who sit on the House committee crafting the reform bill already proved that point by exempting themselves from Obamacare; they have preserved an exclusive, superior healthcare plan for themselves.
As in Orwell’s Animal Farm , in the progressive world of government-dominated healthcare, all citizens will be equal, but some will be more equal than others.
Obamacare needs to be defeated in its entirety. The president’s current tactical retreats and apparent willingness to compromise are designed to get the proverbial nose of the camel of nationalization inside the healthcare tent.
Yes, reform is necessary to keep the healthcare blob from devouring the American economy. Since the last time Democrats tried to nationalize healthcare 15-16 years ago (the so-called “Hillarycare” episode), healthcare as a percentage of the national economy has increased from 14 to 17 percent of GDP. But the reform that is needed is not more government control, but less.
How can Barack Obama, Nancy Pelosi, Barney Frank, et al. endorse in good conscience a government monopoly of healthcare, given the undeniably wasteful, inefficient, and sometimes corrupt record of government monopolies? If our political leaders really wanted to bring some discipline to healthcare costs, they would adopt policies that lead to more competition, not less (for example, by allowing insurance companies to compete for healthcare customers across state lines).
Obama promises to make healthcare more affordable. It’s hard to have confidence in government’s ability to accomplish this goal. Look at the disastrous results of Uncle Sam adopting policies to make home ownership more affordable. Medicare already has racked up over $35 trillion of unfunded liabilities. Do we really want to increase government’s involvement in healthcare? We should recall that the explosion in U.S. healthcare costs began with Uncle Sam’s entry as a driving force in healthcare via Medicare and Medicaid in the 1960s.
This is one of those issues where Ronald Reagan would say, “Government is the problem, not the solution.” Obamacare is quackery, a “cure” worse than the “disease” it purports to treat. It’s time to go back to the drawing board, and look to free markets rather than central planning for a viable solution.

Dr. Mark W. Hendrickson is a faculty member, economist, and contributing scholar with the Center for Vision & Values at Grove City College.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009 

Current mood:  awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
as the poems go into the thousands you
realize that you've created very
little.
it comes down to the rain, the sunlight,
the traffic, the nights and the days of the
years, the faces.
leaving this will be easier than living
it, typing one more line now as
a man plays a piano through the radio,
the best writers have said very
little
and the worst,
far too much.
Currently reading:
The Book of Dads: Essays on the Joys, Perils, and Humiliations of Fatherhood
By Ben George
Release date: 2009-05-12
Wednesday, April 15, 2009 

Current mood:  chill
Category: Art and Photography


My baby Bella



Currently listening:
Street Songs
By Rick James
Release date: 2002-11-12
Tuesday, April 14, 2009 

Current mood:  awake
Category: Art and Photography


Bella checking out the pelicans right before our dolphin watch boat trip.



Currently listening:
Years of Refusal
By Morrissey
Release date: 2009-02-17
Monday, April 13, 2009 

Current mood:  blessed
Category: Art and Photography



My little Bella loves hiding behind this flower tree.
Currently watching:
Sesame Street: Being Green
Release date: 2009-04-07
Saturday, March 28, 2009 

Current mood:  electric
Category: Music
Toast to the fool....by The Dramatics

3 Cool Cats.....by Ry Cooder

Compay Gato...by Los Super Seven

Days like this......Van Morrison

It Never Entered My Mind......The Great Miles Davis




Friday, March 20, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
Why such harsh machinery?
Why, to write down the stuff and people of everyday,
must poems be dressed up in gold,
or in old and fearful stone?

I want verses of felt or feather which scarcely weigh,
mild verses
with the intimacy of beds
where people have loved and dreamed.
I want poems stained
by hands and everydayness.

Verses of pastry which melt
into milk and sugar in the mouth,
air and water to drink,
the bites and kisses of love.
I long for eatable sonnets,
poems of honey and flour.

Vanity keeps prodding us
to lift ourselves skyward
or to make deep and useless
tunnels underground.
So we forget the joyous
love-needs of our bodies.
We forget about pastries.
We are not feeding the world.

In Madras a long time since,
I saw a sugary pyramid,
a tower of confectionery -
one level after another,
and in the construction, rubies,
and other blushing delights,
medieval and yellow.

Someone dirtied his hands
to cook up so much sweetness.

Brother poets from here
and there, from earth and sky,
from Medellin, from Veracruz,
Abyssinia, Antofagasta,
do you know the recipe for honeycombs?

Let's forget about all that stone.

Let your poetry fill up
the equinoctial pastry shop
our mouths long to devour -
all the children's mouths
and the poor adults' also.
Don't go on without seeing,
relishing, understanding
all these hearts of sugar.

Don't be afraid of sweetness.

With or without us,
sweetness will go on living
and is infinitely alive,
forever being revived,
for it's in a man's mouth,
whether he's eating or singing,
that sweetness has its place.


One of my favorite poems.....Pablo Neruda lives on through his majestic words of love and hope. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did....




Currently listening:
Moondance
By Van Morrison
Release date: 1990-10-25
Wednesday, March 18, 2009 

Current mood:  breezy
Category: Writing and Poetry
silent



I suppose this is where I say


that there was a day

where we both fell in love



I'm not sure

the silence was overwhelming

it just happened



something in us

said we were alone

something serene

like the breeze fine tuning

a wind chime



softly,

alone,

and silent



in silence we filled

each others hearts



the only sound came from

your sighs

and my heart



softly,

in silence

I suppose is how it came to be.



Flower



there's a flower

in my backyard

next to the fence



ants run up

and suck on her sweet mouth



she looks at me and

hates me

hates me for all that I am

and I am not



she causes bags under my eyes

therefore,

I try not to look



she perfumes

my senses

and i run



my eyes



you own them

more than i

you see

what i can't



you see my downfall

you see where i should be

-stepping

i turn into night

ignoring your cries and

warnings



you are more than a vision

in my eyes

you are

my eyes



you see the pain

as i walk in darkness



all i see is you


Currently watching:
NFL Super Bowl XLIII: Pittsburgh Steelers Champions DVD
Release date: 2009-02-24
Friday, March 13, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
Behind her arched back
in a black and gold frame
hangs a Tarkay

beads of sweat
trickle down her
neck
as she,
back and forth
sways with
him

He smiles
as he remembers
the moment

In hand
a photograph
burying her chin on her shoulder
she makes a face

She sinks
out of sight
in ecstacy

Divine confusion

It's the same
cold tremor
that takes
her from boring
to a world
of majestical thought

Her entire history
lies on each burning
star
above
far away
far away
lies her story

The evening sings
-songs
sweet songs

All the while
the moon
luminates you
as it undresses you

She hears a sound
a breeze
-whispers

a sweet melody

He smiles
remembering the
moment


Thursday, March 12, 2009 

Current mood:  cold
Category: Writing and Poetry
Here it comes
I know
the doors slam shut
and there's a fervor
sound of knocking
on my windowpane

The chimes
outside
call me out

as the old mesquite tree
prays to stay rooted for just
one more day

winter leaves scatter
as I inhale
the poison from
a Dunhill

I welcome the
cold front
with a smile
as the temperature drops
and I take another drag...

I let the cat back in
and sit on the doorstep

a dog wails in the distance
and birds take cover

a single ant
took a wrong turn
and now looks around and wonders
why his army has abandoned him
"Cowards!" he yells..

I look across the yard
over to where
my beloved
is buried

"Don't worry baby
"God won't let you feel cold again".

A man yells at the excitement
of cool breezes
wrapping him up
like a bear hug from a
family member he
has not seen in a long time

I'm hit with the same hard
gush of northern air
and I pause....

It's cloudy and the sun
is away
above the gray skies

I flick my cigarette
in the air and it takes flight
dropping the cherry
in front of me

Feels good...

No sweat!


Currently listening:
The Essential
By John Waite
Release date: 1992-01-14
Monday, March 09, 2009 

Current mood:  awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
A beautiful
Blooming
Flower
And a breeze
Soft on my skin

The chirping of birds
And the smile
Of a neighbor

A beautiful
Hymn
Sung
Behind me in Church

And the handshake
Of a stranger

A beautiful
Glow

On a starry night
Above me
As the clouds
Float by

A beautiful
Smile

Baby gums
Drooling
As she stares
At me

A strange
Yet familiar face

Her daddy

It's beautiful I swear

I swear it's beautiful.