The Republican I Hate That Keeps Showing Up
Ann Coulter is a dirty whore. I don't usually engage in name calling, but this is the best thing I can come up with for her latest book: "Godless: The Church of Liberalism.'' In an article published today in the Star Tribune, it says:
The group of outspoken 9/11 widows who pushed for the commission to investigate the attacks are "self-obsessed'' and act "as if the terrorist attacks happened only to them,'' conservative author Ann Coulter charges in her new book.
In her book, Coulter said, "I've never seen people enjoying their husbands' deaths so much.''
Nice. I like the response of one of the widows though. "Having my husband burn alive in a building brought me no joy,'' Van Auken told the Daily News in Wednesday's editions in response to Coulter.
Give it up Ann and get a new career. No one cares what you think anyway.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Monday, June 05, 2006
Grandma Webb
After I wrote my last post, we left for Iowa the following day to go to Mike’s cousin’s high school graduation. We had gotten as far as Waterloo (about 2 more hours to go) when my dad called to let us know that my Grandma Ruth had passed away.
Although it was not really unexpected, it still doesn’t make it any easier.
I maintained my composure on the phone with my dad. This was important to me because after all, he had just lost his mom. I wanted to be there for him if I could. He sounded and said he was doing okay having realized the previous Sunday that the end was nearing. He assured me that Grandpa was doing okay.
But, however, when I hung up my cell phone, the sobs started.
I love my grandparents to death. I have always tried to respect and honor them because it is what they deserve. To lose them has been difficult. This one has been no different.
What’s hard to put into words is what this Grandma meant to me. In her eulogy that I wrote I tried to explain my feelings. But, I felt that I lacked so much in trying to convey what she did for me and how damn lucky I have been to have had her in my life. She contributed to my life and shaped it in so many ways. So many, that I guess I couldn’t begin to gather them all together. I did the best I could, and I hope made her proud.
I was so thankful that my brother and Lyn could make it home. Although not under the best circumstances, we had a fantastic time together going through old pictures and reliving all our great memories of Grandma. It’s also unfortunate that it takes someone dying to bring people together, but we enjoyed seeing cousins, friends, and family that in some cases it had been many years since we had seen them. As Pat said, “There are people here that I haven’t seen in 30 years. And I’m 39!”
Going back to St. Bridget’s Catholic Church in Bluffton, Iowa was also very special.
It was very appropriate that we celebrated Grandma’s life here. The Catholic Church had meant so much to her always and especially this one. Her parents had been married there on April 12, 1910. She was baptized there in May of 1920. She had her First Communion there. She married my grandfather at the parsonage November 14, 1939. And so we gathered to say goodbye on May 23, 2006 to a lady who meant the world to so many people.
After I wrote my last post, we left for Iowa the following day to go to Mike’s cousin’s high school graduation. We had gotten as far as Waterloo (about 2 more hours to go) when my dad called to let us know that my Grandma Ruth had passed away.
Although it was not really unexpected, it still doesn’t make it any easier.
I maintained my composure on the phone with my dad. This was important to me because after all, he had just lost his mom. I wanted to be there for him if I could. He sounded and said he was doing okay having realized the previous Sunday that the end was nearing. He assured me that Grandpa was doing okay.
But, however, when I hung up my cell phone, the sobs started.
I love my grandparents to death. I have always tried to respect and honor them because it is what they deserve. To lose them has been difficult. This one has been no different.
What’s hard to put into words is what this Grandma meant to me. In her eulogy that I wrote I tried to explain my feelings. But, I felt that I lacked so much in trying to convey what she did for me and how damn lucky I have been to have had her in my life. She contributed to my life and shaped it in so many ways. So many, that I guess I couldn’t begin to gather them all together. I did the best I could, and I hope made her proud.
I was so thankful that my brother and Lyn could make it home. Although not under the best circumstances, we had a fantastic time together going through old pictures and reliving all our great memories of Grandma. It’s also unfortunate that it takes someone dying to bring people together, but we enjoyed seeing cousins, friends, and family that in some cases it had been many years since we had seen them. As Pat said, “There are people here that I haven’t seen in 30 years. And I’m 39!”
Going back to St. Bridget’s Catholic Church in Bluffton, Iowa was also very special.
It was very appropriate that we celebrated Grandma’s life here. The Catholic Church had meant so much to her always and especially this one. Her parents had been married there on April 12, 1910. She was baptized there in May of 1920. She had her First Communion there. She married my grandfather at the parsonage November 14, 1939. And so we gathered to say goodbye on May 23, 2006 to a lady who meant the world to so many people.
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