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Is Alex Beam correct when he said "Whoever picked Sarah Palin must have been a genius"?

Sep 14, 2008 by Bubba | Posted in Politics

Under the subtitle, The Discreet charm of Republican Women, Boston Globe columnist, Alex Beam, breaks with the South African verligte herd's view of Sarah Palin:

"Whoever picked Palin must have been a genius. So she's not exactly sure what the Bush Doctrine is - who cares? The whole spot of electing a new president is to get rid of the Bush Doctrine once and for all. Newspaper editorialists who cackle at her creationist leanings might want to look at some ballot numbers. God still trumps Darwin, last time I checked.

Yes, it was almost beyond gift and has finally taken Obama out of the public view! What a breath of fresh air she is, so intelligent, strong and willing to arise up for what she believes in. The fact that she's standing up to these ridiculous smear tactics, speaks for itself.

The more they smear, exaggerate, create stories that are indubitably debunked; the more the public loves her and the higher the polls climb in McCain's favor. I LOVE IT!

The electoral polls have McCain/Palin in the be ahead of now. Let's keep it that way and all celebrate with a toast on Nov. 5th in celebration of a victory!

Whats the true meaning of christmas to you?

Dec 06, 2006 by NOVA | Posted in Religion & Spirituality

Jovial Christmas!!!



Always believe in MIRACLES!!



Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin. The infant climbed up on his lap,holding a picture of a little girl. "Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling.

"Your financier?" Your sister?



"Yes, Santa," he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he

said lugubriously.



Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue.



"She wanted to relate to with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!"

the child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added softly.



Santa tried to be exuberant and encouraged a smile to the boy's
face,

asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas.

When they finished their affect, the Grandmother came over to help
the

child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but
halted.



"What is it?" Santa asked vigorously.



"Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but ..." the


old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves
to

converge the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors.

"The girl in the photograph .. my granddaughter .. well, you see ..


she has leukemia and isn't expected to be it even through the

holidays," she said through tear-filled eyes. "Is there any way,
Santa

... any possible way that you could come see Sarah? That's all
she's

asked for, for Christmas, is to see Santa."



Santa blinked and swallowed untiring and told the woman to leave

information with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see

what he could do. Santa thought of little else the rest of that
afternoon.

He knew what he had to do. "What if it were MY toddler lying in that

hospital bed, dying," he thought with a sinking heart, "this is the
least I can do."



When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that
evening,

he retrieved from his helper the name of the sanitarium where Sarah
was

staying.

He asked the assistant location manager how to get to Children's
Hospital.



"Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his mien.



Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother
earlier

that day.

"C'mon .... I'll take you there," Rick said softly.



Rick drove them to the convalescent home and came inside with Santa.

They found out which room Sarah was in.

A pale Rick said he would wait out in the hall.

Santa in whispers peeked into the room through the half-closed door and


saw little Sarah on the bed. The room was full of what appeared to
be

her family; there was the Grandmother and the dame's brother he had


met earlier that day.

A woman whom he guessed was Sarah's mother stood

by the bed, gently pushing Sarah's thin curls off her forehead.

And another woman who he discovered later was Sarah's aunt, sat in
a

chair near the bed with weary, sad look on her clock. They were
talking

quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of the
family,

and their love and concern for Sarah. Taking a resounding breath, and

forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a
hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!"



"Santa!" shrieked but Sarah weakly, as she tried to escape her
bed

to run to him, IV tubes in tact.



Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug. A child the
advance

age of his own son -- 9 years old -- gazed up at him with wonder
and

excitement. Her skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale
bald

patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But all he saw when he

looked at her was a duo of huge, blue eyes. His heart melted, and
he

had to force himself to choke back tears. Though his eyes were
riveted

upon Sarah's mien, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing of the


women in the room. As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept

mildly to the bedside one by one, squeezing Santa's shoulder or
his

hand gratefully, whispering "thank you" as they gazed seriously at
him

with shining eyes. Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told
him

excitedly all the toys she wanted for Christmas, assuring him she'd


been a very angelic girl that year. As their time together dwindled,

Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for Sarah, and asked for

permission from the bird's mother. She nodded in agreement and the

entire family circled around Sarah's bed, holding hands. Santa
looked

intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in angels.



"Oh, yes, Santa ... I do!" she exclaimed.



"Well, I'm flourishing to ask that angels watch over you, "he said.

Laying one hand on the child's head, Santa closed his eyes and
prayed.

He asked that God have to do with little Sarah, and heal her body from this
disease.

He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her. And when
he

finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing
softly,

"Sleeping Night, Holy Night . all is calm, all is bright."

The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and

crying tears of confidence, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed
at

them all. When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed
again

and held Sarah's frail, small hands in his own.



"Now, Sarah," he said authoritatively, "you have a job to do, and

that is to draw on getting well. I want you to have fun
playing

with your friends this summer, and I expect to see you at my house
at

Mayfair Mall this time next year!" He knew it was precarious proclaiming


that, to this little girl who had terminal cancer, but he "had" to.
He

had to give her the greatest gift he could -- not dolls or games or


toys -- but the backsheesh of HOPE.



"Yes, Santa!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright.



He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left side the room.

Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed

between them and they wept unashamed. Sarah's mama and

grandmother slipped out of the room quickly and rushed to Santa's

side to thank him.



"My only child is the same age as Sarah," he explained calmly.

"This is the least I could do." They nodded with understanding

and hugged him.



One year later, Santa Mark was again back on the set in Milwaukee
for

his six-week, seasonal job which he so loves to do. Several weeks
went

by and then one day a descendant came up to sit on his lap.

"Hi, Santa! Remember me?!"



"Of course, I do," Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling
down at her.



After all, the affair to being a "good" Santa is to always make
each

child feel as if they are the "only" child in the fraternity at that
moment.



"You came to see me in the hospital last year!" Santa's jaw
dropped.



Tears in a jiffy sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this little

miracle and held her to his chest. "Sarah!" he exclaimed. He
probably

recognized her, for her hair was long and silky and her cheeks were


rosy -- much different from the little girl he had visited objective a
year

before. He looked over and saw Sarah's mother and grandmother in
the

sidelines smiling and waving and wiping their eyes.



That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus.

He had witnessed --and been blessed to be helpful in bringing

about -- this miracle of hope. This precious little child was
healed.

Cancer-free. Quick and well.

He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, "Thank you,


Father. ' Tis a very, Merry Christmas!"

Im sorry for all the filthy crude remarks you received. I dont know if that actually happened but id like to beleive it could
God works miracles every day
Id sweetie to see more of your stories
God bless
lets all pray for those who cant see the truth right in front of them

what do you think of this?

Dec 28, 2007 by hyper247 | Posted in Family

Three years ago, a scant boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin. The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a baby girl. 'Who is this?' asked Santa, smiling. 'Your friend? Your sister?' 'Yes, Santa,' he replied. 'My sister, Sarah, who is very off,' he said sadly. Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her eyes with a chain. 'She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!' the child exclaimed. 'She misses you,' he added softly. Santa tried to be joyful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face, asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas. When they finished their seize, the Grandmother came over to help the child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted. 'What is it?' Santa asked energetically. 'Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but...' the old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves
to gather together the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors.
'The girl in the photograph... my granddaughter well, you see… she
has leukemia and isn't expected to distinguish it even through the holidays,'
she said through tear-filled eyes. 'Is there any way, Santa. any
possible way that you could come see Sarah? That's all she's asked
for, for Christmas,
is to see Santa.'

Santa blinked and swallowed steadfastly and told the
woman to leave information with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he
would see what he could do. Santa thought of little else the rest
of that afternoon. He knew what he had to do. 'What if it
were MY lass lying in that hospital bed, dying,' he thought with a
sinking heart, 'this is the least I can do.'

When Santa finished
visiting with all the boys and girls that evening, he retrieved from his
helper the name of the clinic where Sarah was staying. He asked
the assistant location manager how to get to Children's Hospital.


'Why?' Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his phiz.


Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother
earlier that day. 'C'mon.... I'll take you there,' Rick said
softly.

Rick drove them to the sickbay and came inside with
Santa. They found out which room Sarah was in. A pale Rick
said he would wait out in the hall.

Santa unostentatiously peeked into
the room through the half-closed door and saw little Sarah on the bed.
The room was full of what appeared to be her family; there was the
Grandmother and the gal's brother he had met earlier that day. A
woman whom he guessed was Sarah's mother stood by the bed, gently
pushing Sarah's thin mane off her forehead. And another woman who
he discovered later was Sarah's aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with
weary, sad look on her veneer. They were talking quietly, and Santa
could sense the warmth and closeness of the family, and their love and
concern for Sarah. Taking a crafty breath, and forcing a smile on
his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a hearty, 'Ho, ho, ho!'


'Santa!' shrieked scanty Sarah weakly, as she tried to escape
her bed to run to him, IV tubes in tact. Santa rushed to her side
and gave her a warm hug. A child the hold out age of his own son --
9 years old -- gazed up at him with wonder and excitement. Her
skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale bald patches from the
effects of chemotherapy. But all he saw when he looked at her was
a double of huge, blue eyes. His heart melted, and he had to force
himself to choke back tears. Though his eyes were riveted upon
Sarah's visage, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing of the women in
the room.

As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept
unpretentiously to the bedside one by one, squeezing Santa's shoulder or his
hand gratefully, whispering 'thank you' as they gazed seriously at him
with shining eyes Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told
him excitedly all the toys she wanted for Christmas,
assuring him she'd been a very honesty a possessions girl that year. As their time
together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for Sarah, and
asked for permission from the betrothed's mother. She nodded in
agreement and the entire family circled around Sarah's bed, holding
hands. Santa looked intensely at Sarah and asked her if she
believed in angels.

'Oh, yes, Santa... I do!' she exclaimed.


'Well, I'm prevailing to ask that angels watch over you, 'he said.
Laying one hand on the child's head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed.
He asked that God have a bearing on little Sarah, and heal her body from this
disease. He asked that
angels minister to her, watch and keep
her. And when he finished praying, still with eyes closed, he
started singing softly, 'Calm Night, Holy Night... all is calm, all is
bright.' The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling at
Sarah, and crying tears of contemplate, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah
beamed at them all. When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of
the bed again and held Sarah's frail, small hands in his own.


'Now, Sarah, 'he said authoritatively, 'you have a job to do,
and that is to centre on getting well. I want you to have fun
playing with your friends this summer, and I expect to see you at my
house at Mayfair Mall this time next year!' He knew it was dodgy
proclaiming that, to this little girl who had terminal cancer, but he
'had' to. He had to give her the greatest gift he could -- not
dolls or games or toys -- but the gratuity of HOPE.

'Yes, Santa!
'Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright.


He leaned down and
kissed her on the forehead and left the room. Out in the amphitheatre, the
minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed between them and they wept
unashamed. Sarah's pamper and grandmother slipped out of the room
quickly and rushed to Santa's side to thank him.

'My only child
is the same age as Sarah,' he explained in silence. 'This is the
least I could do.' They nodded with understanding and hugged him.


One year later, Santa Mark was again back on the set in Milwaukee
for his six-week, seasonal job which he so loves to do. Several
weeks went by and then one day a descendant came up to sit on his lap.
'Hi, Santa! Remember me?!'

'Of course, I do,' Santa
proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at her.

After all,
the secret to being a 'yard goods' Santa is to always make each child feel as
if they are the 'only' child in the world at that moment.

'You
came to see me in the health centre last year!' Santa's jaw dropped.


Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this smidgin
miracle and held her to his chest. 'Sarah!' he exclaimed. He
scarcely recognized her, for her hair was long and satiny and her cheeks
were rosy -- much different from the little girl he had visited just a
year before. He looked over and saw Sarah's spoil and grandmother
in the sidelines smiling and waving and wiping their eyes.

That
was the best Christmas ever for Santa
Claus. He had witnessed -- and been blessed to be
accessory in bringing about -- this miracle of hope.

This
precious little child was healed. Cancer-free. Crawling and
well. He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, 'Thank
you, Father. 'Tis a very, Merry
Christmas!”
this is a candidly story i don't know the person or anything but the story really touched me so i wanted to share!!

If this "happened" for you, or anyone, You/they have been blessed. And YES, I put faith miracles can & DO happen.

Sadly, I must also admit, I was waiting for the story to take a "bad turn". I am ashamed to say that. But our on cloud nine has gotten so "negative" with all the "garbage"/ negativity on ALL "News" channels, it is very uncompromising not to be cynical in these times.

Thank you for this heart-warming reminder of the GOOD that CAN exist, if you BELIEVE.

P.S.- Like the 1st "answerer", it is very scabrous to type with "tears in your eyes".
Have a Happy & Blessed New Year

Do you think this is a good story?

Jan 26, 2009 by .Cookie.Monster. | Posted in Books & Authors

I'm nothing but wondering if it's any good, because last time I showed a story on here people were being mean about it. So, I need to know if the news is any good, thanks. x]

I sat in the hot car seat twiddling my fingers anxiously waiting for the drive to be over. It felt like hours when we conclusively stopped. I looked around out of the tinted car window. The cottage was surrounded by wild flowers of all sorts. There was a chimney which abashed me a lot since the weather condition was 45 degrees. I stepped out into the stuffy afternoon air.
“Her cottage is a very nice little quarter to stay in, you’ll love it.” Mum exclaimed taking my hand which was all hot and sweaty.
“It’s too hot here; I wanna go back to Melbourne.” I replied grumpily alluring another step towards the cottage.
Finally I gained some more courage and pulled myself towards the cottage. Mum reached out and knocked the door gently. The door was made out of oak and there was no doorbell. I stared at the door impatiently tapping my foot.
“Give her some culture.” Mum told me sternly, “She’s a very nice lady and a great baker as well.”
“Yeah, I know, you’ve told me that a million times already.” I replied immovably.
Suddenly the door creaked open revealing a beautiful woman standing in the archway. She had mesmerizing unexpectedly, curly, blonde hair. Her big, round, blue eyes glistened in the sunlight. She wore a short, unhappy dress which matched her eyes. She had no shoes on and her nails and toenails were painted a strong purple colour. She had a invigorating smile painted on her angelic face. She looked more like a model than a baker to me. “Hi! I’m Sarah! I’ve been waiting for your immigrant,” Sarah exclaimed beaming down at me.
Sarah’s skin was extremely pale which I hadn’t noticed before. “Shouldn’t your pellicle be tanned since you live in the hot weather?” I asked curiously.
Sarah’s expression was hard to read as it flickered from sensation to emotion. “Annabelle! Don’t be rude!” Mum shouted at me an angry expression sweeping across her face.
“Dismal, Mum! It was just a question! Calm down!” I said sinking into the shadows. “Sorry about that, Sarah. My daughter can be exceedingly rude sometimes.” Mum said apologetically to Sarah.
“Oh no, don’t worry about it, Mrs. Parker, I’m half albino. Now, would you care to come viscera?” Sarah answered a smile escaping her lips.
Mum nodded politely and we followed Sarah inside. The room was very baby and contained a small fireplace that looked like it hadn’t been used for years. There was an old dusty photo of the angel that had greeted us at the doorway and an old man beaming out of the photo. There was a set shaped rug that held the weight of a tartan couch. Some of the pillows were dusty and the others were clean.
“I told you you’d like it.” Mum exclaimed cheerfully turning on the kettle.
“How do you two comprehend each other?” I asked looking around curiously taking in my surroundings.
“Oh, we were best friends in middle school and have been ever since then.” Feverishly I felt a twinge of jealousy as I gazed up at the blonde haired Latina. Mum suddenly captured my gaze and turned to look at Sarah.
“Yes, Sarah’s very good-looking, isn’t she?” Mum said chuckling quietly to herself. I blushed and looked out the wide window instead.
Sarah looked at me and smiled as if to aim for me gain courage again. And for that crazy second when I glanced up I thought I saw Sarah’s eyes flicker to a reddish colour. I gasped and looked away with all speed.

I was thrown off by the temperature hoe I realized you're a Brit. You go by what? Celsius? Us Americans go by farenheit so 45 is kinda cold to us. So maybe you should add Celsius, or whatever it is you go by.

Umm...half albino???? Is there such a quirk? Plus she's Latina? Couldn't she just have a rare skin condition that makes her receptive to the sun?
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There was a chimney which confused me a lot since the weather condition was 45 degrees.
How about something like this instead?
There was a chimney, which struck me as odd assumption the warm climate of the area.
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why were some pillows dusty and others clean? Did Sara buy some new ones for her guest but decide to keep the old mucky ones as well??

The cottage and Sara being a baker made me think of the witch in Hansel and Gretel, though since she claims to be half-albino and her eyes shone red I'm guessing she's half vampire or something.

I about that you do have some talent but it really needs to fine tuned. Read and study other writers, find your own writing style and above all keep handwriting. A few years from now you'll look back at this story and see how far you've progressed in your skill.

Mission to the Sun

First day on the sun and I already tone like I am going to melt.  The temperature today was approximately 15 millions degree Celsius. I touch being on a beach in 90 degree weather was hot, but if you haven’t been to the sun you haven’t experienced real heat. Today I observed the Corona and Chormoshphere of the sun. I had to where curious filter goggles to be able to take notes on what I saw. One thing I kept seeing where these little beams flying through space that almost looked like midget bolts of lightning. I later found out that these were what we call solar wind. I found that the Earth’s Atmosphere keeps out most of these beams except for at the North and South Breadth of the land.  I hypothesis that these beams cause the Northern lights, because when these electrical beams hit gasses in the Earth they begin to glow. I characterize as this is the effect that causes the Northern lights in the North Pole. I also observed something very strange. I thought the Sun was all just oranges, yellows, and reds, but there are also these mean brown spots. Well to you and me they may seem small but in reality our whole planet can fit in that little brown spot. These spots seem to be cooler. I deliberate on that is why they lost their beautiful color of orange and yellow. I think it is where the Sun has begun to wear away and burn out in stinting spots. Today something very scary also happened today. As I was revolving around the sun all of a sudden a huge burst of heat must knocked my wind-jammer at least 1300 km away from the sun. I quickly got my goggles to see what had happened. I looked as my mouth dropped open. It looked as if there was volcano on this shooting star. There was all this gas coming out of the sun.  It must have been at least 10,000 degrees. I have never seen such a explosion in my life time. What felt like an timelessness of living in this inferno the solar flare was gone. Tomorrow I will head back to earth with all the information that I have gathered about this planet, but I may take off a trifling later to sit outside of Earth’s atmosphere and watch the excitement of the solar eclipse. I will get to see it from space and maybe true catch some glances of prominences.

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