George Bush has squandered any moral authority he may have had right after 9 – 11. People point out that at that time the country was unified against the Talliban and that we had the goodwill and sympathy of the world. What did we do with it? They have released an official report as of yesterday saying what we had all long known that Saddam Hussein had nothing to do with the terror attacks of 9 – 11. The last time Saddam had met with any members of Al Qaida was 1995 and that Saddam sent a memo saying he openly distrusted Al Qaida and Islamic terrorists as a threat to his regeim. This ought to answer the question once and for all. Dick Chaney and others have repeatedly stated that there was a 9 – 11 connected to Saddam Hussein. Chaney will be on “Meet the Press” tomorrow and face tough questioning.
Innocent people have been kidnapped or “extreme rendered” and held for months or longer by the CIA. One Denver doctor was detained. There was another Moslem who was detained at the airport coming back into Canada where he lived. He moved there to escape the regeim in Syria. But with tears in his eyes he was told he was going to take a plane ride back to Syria where he knew he’d be tortured. Why would the United States conduct any business at all with Syria? I thought we were enemies. The Bush Adminestration had trashed any “moral authority” it may have had on the issue of terror. Now we’re dealing with Uzbeckistan, one of the most brutal regeims of all time, where they boil people in oil. Someone says they looked that up and says they got a recipe for rice pilof. I guess any sattalite nation of Russia in the old days would have been considered a “Freedom loving nation”. Today we know better. That man who spent a year in Syria was eventually returned to this country with never a charge being filed. Of course Bush wants to suspend important key principles of the Constitution to try these so called terrorists. Since the evidence is classified, not even the defendant is allowed to see it. So the defense is stripped of a key right to confront the evidence and people against them. This is the sort of court or “tribunal” Bush wants set up. We need to stop him now by voting democratic in November, to insure the next two years he knows that it’s the American people who are in charge and his actions are investigated.
Apparently they’re growing more opium poppies now in Afghanastan then they were five years ago. I’ve heard this charge repeatedly. At first they were saying that the US was allowing the opium because it’s better to grow poppies than to train terrorists. Now we hear that the Talliban, who formerly against the opium trade are now in favor of it. Also “our side” suffered an attack yesterday by the Talliban, so that they are not as weak and disabled as we thought. We can’t get anything right. I’d like George Bush to put out a list of things he’s accomplished these past five years to make us secure.
I had another of those dreams last night where I was in a mental institution. But we were traveling around the world through various countries. One night we stopped at a hotel-hospital in Libya, where our group was assigned quarters that started with a W in Arabec, and was associated with the colored red. The overseeing nurse or whatever was a nice lady and was also some sort of a researcher. It was just the lower level mail nurses that drove me up the walls. I was being given this drug. I felt as though I’d lived this whole dream before only this time the drug medication seemed higher. One side affect of the drug is that it made me a fantastic swimmer able to beat anybody with short jerky movements. I found also that my fastest swimming was in swimming backwards. There was some other protest leader against the whole program and I had the hope that perhaps this whole drugging thing might stop with exposure in the press.
J. EDGER HOOVER'S PRIVATE READING
Buddy Owens was fighting in the Pacific Theatre on a battle ship battling the Japanese in 1944. Buddy had recently received news that the only father he’d ever known, Martin Owens died of a heart attack while working on his oil rig in Oklahoma. The news possibly had a distracting effect on our sailor and he may have been making minor errors in judgement. It’s believed that one of these errors was the cause of a minor battle defeat one day when his ship took casualties from the Japanese. It’s believed that Owens put out a radio transmission at the wrong time. Buddy himself was injured. After consulting with his mother- - who laid this big trip on him about how worry about her son may have killed his father- - Owens subsequently took a military disability and was out of the war. There are people to this day who say that Buddy Owens exaggerated his injuries. Be that as it may in the fall of 1944 Buddy was enrolled in college at UCLA. During the first year or so of campus life Buddy was plagued by nightmares of his fellow comrades in the war getting their heads blown off. In the spring semester of 1948 Buddy’s hopes of graduating that semester were dashed when he discovered he needed one more accounting class to graduate and get his degree. At about the same period his mother hired an Astrologer who prophesized that if Buddy Owens didn’t meet a woman and get married this semester he might never get married. He had to act while Venus was still in the western skies. As June faded so did Venus as it slowly sang into the purple haze of sunset, and perhaps along with it Buddy’s hopes of getting married. One night while lying in bed he said “I’d sell my soul for that prophecy not to be right”. That summer Owens got a job working at a bank. In mid August he quit the job under questionable circumstances and got a job operating a fork life at a warehouse at night so he could take the classes he wanted that were only offered during the day. His mother expressed fears, “What if a twenty ton crate falls on you and you end up paralyzed from the neck down?” But Buddy would reassure her, “Mother, if I survived the Pacific, I can survive this job”. Since the death of Martin, his mother had become increasingly de-pendant on him because he was the baby brother and still not yet married.
On the first or second day of the new semester, it was believed to be around Bill Clinton’s birthday, he offered a coed a ride in his old car which was the laughing stock of the campus. Needless to say they fell in love and she fell under his spell, or was it visa versa. She was a feminist and to prove he was for the cause she urged him to do some-thing trippy a feminist would do. He decided changing his last name from Owens to Dutton would be a good idea. And it was so. Charles Dutton was his biological father who had ran out on them when he was a baby. Such a move appears flakey but feminists always do things illogical. (Like Patty Reagan changing her name to Patty Davis, Nancy’s maiden name) His mother was uncomfortable with the idea. After a short court ship they got married. In the presidential campaign Owens’ mother was a southern Democrat supporting a northern Republican in Dewey. Owens voted for Dewey but then regretted it that evening, as his wife has been for Truman because he was a democrat and more likely to believe in the things she did.
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The preceding was from "Standings". The following is from the "Yorkshire" file typed in August of 2004, and is under a bit of a fictionalized format where Howard puts an appearence after death, and we drag in the Federation. By the way I didn't know till yesterday that Russia calls themselves a "Federation" now. Sometimes the Orion Federation acts a little like the old USSR.
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OK, it’s after eight now. Frank hasn’t asked for more; Glen has. We continue. I asked Howard what his exact relation was to me and he began munching on a candy bar. I watched him for a while and then it dawned on me and I said, “You know they aren’t made by the same company now”. Just one change. This half sister of my Dad relative austensively had no children. She was much older than my Dad. At age fifteen she had a daughter Howard called Bernice, (not Ivey), who was his mother and she married a man Peter Richards, who was his father. (not “Burtrin”) The rest of the story in Tabloid is going unchallenged about an eldest son named Raymond dying of an “aggressively growing” brain tomer. The middle child was named Mary and the youngest child is Pete. The federation wanted me to agree to a statement. That my Dad was left by his natural father at age two, and that “Casey” married again to a man named Martin Owens, who worked on an oil rig in Oklahoma. And he died of a heart attack in the ‘fourties perhaps out of worry about his two sons in the military, Dad being in the South Pacific.
- - - - A Hebrew blessing: YVAN - EHT - NIOJ!
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