Archive for August 20th, 2006


August 20, 2006

 To Kill an American

  You probably missed it in the rush of news last week, but there was actually a report that someone in Pakistan had published in a newspaper an offer of a reward to anyone who killed an American, any American.       


  So an Australian dentist wrote an editorial the following day to let everyone know what an American is, so they would know when they found one.

  “An American is English, or French, or Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek. An American may also be Canadian, Mexican, African, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Australian, Iranian, Asian, Arab, Pakistani or Afghan.

 An American may also be a Comanche, Cherokee, Osage, Blackfoot, Navaho, Apache, Seminole or one of the many other tribes known as native Americans.
   An American is Christian, or he could be Jewish, Buddhist, or Muslim.
   In fact, there are more Muslims in America than in Afghanistan. The only difference is that in America they are free to worship as each of them chooses.
   An American is also free to believe in no religion. For that he will answer only to God, not to the government, or to armed thugs claiming to speak for the government and for God.
   An American lives in the most prosperous land in the history of the world. The root of that prosperity can be found in the Declaration of Independence, which recognizes the God given right of each person to the pursuit of happiness.
   An American is generous. Americans have helped out just about every other nation in the world in their time of need, never asking a thing in return.
   When Afghanistan was over-run by the Soviet army 20 years ago, Americans came with arms and supplies to enable the people to win back their country!
   As of the morning of September 11, Americans had given more than any other nation to the poor in Afghanistan. Americans welcome the best of everything…the best products, the best books, the best music, the best food, the best services. But they also welcome the least.
   The national symbol of America, The Statue of Liberty, welcomes your tired and your poor, the wretched refuse of your teeming shores, the homeless, tempest tossed. These in fact are the people who built America.
   Some of them were working in the Twin Towers the morning of September 11, 2001 earning a better life for their families. It’s been told that the World Trade Centre victims were from at least 30 different countries, cultures, and first languages, including those that aided and abetted the terrorists.

   So you can try to kill an American if you must. Hitler did. So did General Tojo, and Stalin, Mao Tse-Tung and other blood-thirsty tyrants in the world. But, in doing so you would just be killing yourself. Because Americans are not a particular people from a particular place. They are the embodiment of the human spirit of freedom. Everyone who holds to that spirit, everywhere, is an American.”


August 20, 2006

 I must get the house ready for MPV’s visit this weekend. I can’t wait! It seems such a long time since I last saw her. The decorator is coming tomorrow to give the room she’ll be sleeping in, a couple of coats of paint. It’s currently my sons room. I painted it myself and made a real hash of it. It looks good in the evening when his bedside light is on though, but in the daylight……:oops:  

 So I chose ‘Ivory Coast’ which is just another shade of magnolia! I have a pair of soft pink curtains with a violet trim and silky pink bedding. Fresh flowers and fluffy new towels. She’ll think she’s in a hotel bedroom. I can’t tell you what I have planned for the weekend, because she is reading this, but I hope she goes home with more happy memories and a hangover!

 Well, its lunchtime here and only myself and No.1 are dressed. Must crack the whip! I need to get back into the schooltime routine from tonight. Pyjamas 8.30…supper…bed for No’s 2/3 and 4 then No.1 half an hour later. In the mornings, I am always up by 7.45. I get myself ready before I do anything else. Then No.4 has his breakfast and my ‘adopted child’ arrives with his Mum or Dad at 8.15. The girls are normally washed and dressed by this time (They aren’t allowed downstairs unless they are in full uniform) They too, have breakfast and then I do their hair. Thats the hard part!  When they are all ready, they can watch T.V. till I get into the car. This year, though, they will be getting the school bus to school and will need to be ready ten minutes earlier. A refinement of my routine is needed. 😉