More on the government

Im tellin yah, look at this, the government wants shares in the companies it helps....

http://queen-creek.mediacomtoday.com/community/news/story/index.php?source=Business&id=D93BVNEG0&pd=20080922

Here is a line from the article

The plan also would require that the government get shares in the troubled companies helped by the rescue.

Government Conspiracy Continued.

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So Ive said it before, Ill say it again, were being primed to accept the North American Union. Or whatever name they choose to couch it under later when we all beg to be bailed out of our mounting financial troubles. The panic has hit major financial players, some are folding, some are being bought out, maybe the government will own them all eventually. Bush is making some sort of plan to help as we speak, maybe its the first public step toward the union, who knows.

The panic has hit home too, my home to be exact. It certainly leaves you feeling ready to accept some sort of help from the government if its necessary. What else does a person do when home and family are increasingly being threatened.

As the situation gets worse and worse, as they keep throwing increasingly worthless money at the failing economy, they are paving the way to declare the dollar as worthless as the confederate kind once was. Paving the way for, you guess it, the Amero.

Our banks seems to be surviving this day so were pulling out what we can and requesting the rest in hopes we get it before the bank folds completely. Many others have done the same, were all making our modern day run on the bank, but it may be pointless soon. That money may have no value before long.

Seriously, the situation may not be that dire just yet. But I believe their conditioning us slowly but surely to accept that fate. And later globalization....2010 is said to be the year we accept Canada and Mexico as party of our consolidated country, that year is fast approaching.

Work in progress to be found here

http://literarydisaster.blogspot.com/

Becoming Me, installment 2

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I never have figured out just how it works, why I can just assume someone’s life and their personality as if I’ve had a lifelong symbiotic relationship with them. But they cease to exist I know, I checked once on my past self when I became someone new. She was missing, only her car was found in the parking lot where I had become this new person. I wonder, is it that their soul left before its time and I took over to fill the void, to fulfill the undone work in their lives? Is it just some fluke of nature, some birth defect I have that lets me bypass all the normal laws of universe? Do I have some special power or ability that lets me take over the lives of others? Was I predestined to this by some higher power? Or do I simply will it to happen out of desperation? I thought that was what had happened the first time, my will simply making it happen, but now I'm not so sure. Not with the dream.

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Getting in the Armada it turns out, was the answer to my dreams, at least for now. I had escaped the bonds of housewifeyness and of motherhood. And although I was sorry that the children had lost their mother, I was easily just as happy that I was me; it was thrilling to be Gena. Gena had a high paying job, she was single and she was wild. Gena was beautiful and carefree and happy. Gena was me, I was Gena

It seems I was visiting my dying mother out there in the hot Sonoran desert, the last cord tethering me to the family I had never wanted anything to do with, the family that Gena had never wanted anything to do with. I was happy to be free of them all at last. The things I had endured as part of that family left me feeling so bitter that I rarely dared to let the memories creep into my conscious thoughts.

My trip back across the country gave me a lot of time to adjust to all the changes that would greet me once I made it to my apartment in New York City. While it was easy to just become someone else physically, dealing with the changes in my head took some time. I looked forward to all that this new life had to offer me, but at the same time I could not quite let go of the past. I found myself wondering if all mothers daydreamed of some other life they might have, or was it only me, the personality kleptomaniac. Did Suzy homemaker down the road entertain fantasies about being a singer in Vegas, or perhaps dream of being a high payed ad exec in a high rise building somewhere far from home. Did any of them ever think about escape to a more glamorous, less selfless life than that offered by motherhood? Was I just selfish and self serving or would they too choose a new life if they could?

Becoming Me, 1st installment

Opening

I must have had the dream again last night, though I didn’t remember it invading my subconscious when I woke this morning, the dream is what always triggers the restlessness…


I was walking through the newly laid parking lot of the grocery store, with its dark black asphalt and bright orange lines, blinding in the morning sun. I'd been coming back from the bank, where I had just finished getting something notarized. In my boredom, I began contemplating this life of mine and the daydreams Id been having all morning about something different, something wild and exciting, something that would be a change from the housewife like state I’ve existed in for what suddenly seemed like an eternity.


When I spotted the silver Armada with the New York plates parked 2 rows down from me, it was like a doorway to my soul opened up. That’s when I knew I’d had the dream last night. I felt the urge to climb in even though my husband was waiting for me at home. I felt the urge even though I had long ago become the children’s mother in practice and most definably in my own heart. I felt the urge even though I loved the father I’d had since I became Shelly. The pull was irresistible, it always was. I lifted the handle that had grown warm to the point of blistering my hand in the blow dryer hot, desert sun, and I got in. In that instant I became someone else entirely…