Out of his house and into a car. Out a car and in to a closet. Out of the closet into a stall out the stall into jail. Out of the jail and out of the Senate. most likly out of the house, definitaly no longer in his wife..................

The Republicans have only to look at themselves when searching for the cause of their fall from "Grace". I would love to use the most recent incedent, involving a person trusted and revered, who has redefined hypocracy and stupidity by his actions, to go for the jugler. But, im very concerned about the health of Senetor Larry Craig. This is a text book scenerio for him to commit suicide. In his mind he has nothing to look forward to. He has discraced himself, his family and entire Republican party. If he opens a newspaper, turns on the TV(to any station not just news)he will see and hear the comments and jokes of his actions. There have been many recently that were once held in the highest asteem only to be caught in some bizzare scene that revererates through every fiber of their exsistence. Lisa Noak-the astronaught in diapers, Ted Haggerts-crystalmeth smok'n homosexual escapades, Michael Vick sacraficing his 100 million dollar career so he could hang and drown a few dogs. The list goes on but these are similiar in the fact they all veiently denied in public that they are guilty. Same as "I Did not have sexual relations with that women" Clinton exclaimed while pointing his finger into the camera. Its all just one more piece of the puzzle. I hope Senetor Larry Craig is on suicide watch, he is too ill to except his fate and guilt.

Gorge yourself on friends, family and life! Today, now, this minute look around and enjoy that which has availed itself to you. For tomorrow it will not be the same. Anything you have wanted to do but have put off should be done. The breezes that we have ignored are just a prelude to the fury of the winds of change, that are now howling outside your door. No storm shutter made by man can hold back the destructive force of those winds. No vaccine can immunize you, no association of faith or collection of military might nor political pact or peace accord, no last minute reprieve from scientific breakthroughs, NOTHING! Its not the beginning of the End, that commencement was a long time ago. Nor is it the twilight. Its a finality of the here and now. Its approaching midnight on clock that has no A.M. Im am sorry for this illumination. Love JORAM FYI watch "Planet in Peril" on CNN hosted by Dr. Sanja Gutta,Anderson Cooper and the animal planet guy(forgothis name) its the truth.

Paris is rich, and Lindsey and nicole are off to Paris.They will stay at a Hilton...this kind of life is reserved for the richest of the Richies. And now this has happened, to their mothers worst fears, they have all been seen hanging out with Britney Spears!For a much more serious play on words/names that tell an important story that will influence your future,ck out "Iraq my brains" in faith or fiction

Hi, My name is Adam, i am fourteen and live in Anytown, USA.I woke this morning to get ready for school but I'm not as anxious as usual, because yesterday there was an "Incident" that has me a little scared. It took place in study hall right in front of me and about thirty 0ther students and began as shoving match between two male students who i think come from rival gangs. It quickly escalated to punches thrown and a small gang brawl, then the shots rang out. Two of my classmates wont be showing up today.One is in jail and the other is dead. I'm distracted by an argument in the kitchen between my mom(Mary) and dad(Joseph). They have been doing a lot of that lately. This morning it is the usual one about money. Not enough and what to spend it on. Today is sparked by the news dad got yesterday at the ABC plant. It is closing this division. He has worked there his entire adult life, along with most people in this town. The company says it can no longer afford to cover the cost of business. The final blow was the added burden of now trying to cover health care for all employees. It is rumored that its moving its operations overseas were costs are lower and environmental laws are lax.
The phone rings and acts like bell between rounds in a fight. Its my older sister Teresa, shes crying and i can here her baby crying in the back ground. Her dead beat loser husband was arrested last night for his third DWI. She is scared, pregnant again and trying to quiet a two yr old. I take a seat at the table next to my dad, who acknowledges me by looking up from the paper for a fraction of a second. My mother, still on the phone, gives me a smile and a kiss on the top of the head and hands me a muffin.
The t.v. in the kitchen is on and i notice the chaos on the screen. Its an all to familiar image, one of horrific sights, horrible sounds and thankfully no smells of the aftermath of suicide bomber in a crowded market somewhere in the middle east. I glance at my watch and realize I'm late. I grab my book bag and my half eaten muffin and bolt for the door. no one appears to notice I'm leaving.
I jump on the bus and head for a seat in the back. I'm immediately accosted by a group of girls who shout at me "are you a dog killer too!" I'm wearing my favorite football players jersey and apparently haven't heard the news regarding Micheal Vick and allegations of running a dog fighting ring near his home in Atlanta. I don't have a change of clothes and it looks like I'm in for a long day. The bus has to take a new route to school because the main bridge on the highway collapsed a couple of days ago, killing 10 and injuring dozens. One of our school buses was actually on the bridge, luckily it missed falling in the river by inches. It takes a little longer now, which cuts into my morning smoke time with my bros. As the bus nears school i see an unusual sight. News station vans and lots of reporters, like sharks who smell blood in the water and news helicopters circle above like vultures waiting for the beast to die. Police are stationed every where to monitor the situation and prevent a retaliation from yesterday clash. The news people secretly hope they aren't successful. I look up at the whirling copters and pray one doesn't fall on my head like the crash last week between two news helicopters who's pilots paid too much attention to the activity on the ground, forgot they were flying and collided.
I enter school and am promptly searched and directed to put my bag on the conveyor and walk through the arch. Am i at the airport, what time is my flight i ask... no one laughs. i gather my self and head for the head, im late for my morn meeting and smoke. i can sure use one after that morning! I arrive in the bathroom, head for the last stall and find my buds their, who appear more nervous than usual. Hey its only me, they still appear jumpy. Whats up? One of them looks around and reaches in pocket pulling out a hand full of pills, he has taken all to easy from his parents well stocked "medicine" cabinet. He extends his hand and offers. I pause for a second, tempted, but say no thanks. The others smile and gladly reach out for one. They are not part of the x- generation, they are part of the RX- generation. There is no peer pressure from them and we all split for class as the morning bell rings. I wonder what their day will be like? I
I enter class and assume my normal seat in the last row in the corner. Its Earth Science and today we have a film on Global Warming and its devastating effects on the future, and what we can expect if change doesn't start yesterday. The lights go off and i go out(sleep). I was up almost all night playing Halo(a computer war game)on my X-Box. I am constantly prodded by my teacher, so little help in the rest dept. is received here.
My next class is Computer Science my favorite, actually its the only one I'm passing, for two reasons. It deals with computers and my girlfriend Eva is in it also. She helps with my "homework" and because I'm now passing, our parents are less suspect about our late night studying. I arrive earlier than she does so i save her the seat next to mine. She arrived shortly there after and just seeing her makes me smile and forget about anything bad. She appears sad, normally full of life and bubbly, i notice it immediately. "Are you alright?" I ask. She is struggling to hold back tears and I'm very worried. she manages to quietly utter, not now meet me after school and i notice one tear drip from the corner of her eye, only to be caught before it reaches her cheek. Little is spoken between us for the remainder of the class and it kills me. It seems like eternity before the bell rings and ends my agony.... for now. I'm off to study hall, Which has been moved while they continue to comb the crime scene and clean up the blood. Between my exhaustion and racing mind i don't get a lot of studying done. I again wait for what seems like eternity for the bell to ring. Marking the end of another round, similar to the phone ringing at home, in a fight. Lunch time has come and i really need a smoke. I pass through the lunch room and grab a bag of chips and a soda(the hot meals have also been gone since budget cuts)and make a b-line for the bathroom to join my friends again and chain smoke a couple of cigs. Upon arrival I'm surprised to find it empty, they usually get there before me. I light up, take a deep drag and exhale as if releasing pressure from a stove pipe, hoping my stress will dissipate with the smoke. I doesn't. After a few minutes i get concerned. Remembering there breakfast i drop my cig in the toilet in go search for them. Shortly after leaving i run into one of their girlfriends who is crying uncontrollably. I shake her and tell her to stop just long enough to tell me whats going on. She says, "You haven't heard?" i want to slap her would i be asking if i heard?! Those pills they took were not what they thought they were and all have become violently ill and taken to the hospital in ambulances followed by police. I have a strong desire to leave and go to them but I'm already on detention for skipping and if caught i will be expelled. Besides right now I'm more concerned about Eva. His day is far from over follow along to a typical day in our kids lives and see why they suffer from stress disorders.......