15 years after Terry Schiavo’s mind died, her body was allowed to follow her into death just 30 minutes ago.
Religious fundamentalists holding vigil outside her hospice still upbeat and praying for a “murkel”.
Still no comment from Jesus.
PS: If you were stupid enough to donate money to Terri Schiavo’s family, get ready for a whole lot of junk mail.
http://www.newkerala.com/news-da…ws&id=91516
http://www.kashar.net/compl……..eat.asp?id=1720
http://netindia123.com/showdetai…9&cat=World
All three articles claim Osama Bin Laden is officially invited to the “Time 100 – 2004″ dinner, a gathering of the 100 most influential people of 2004. It might be a desperate attempt to capture the man, but certainly worth a laugh or two, but again, it’s Indian and Pakistani media we’re talking about here.
What a messed up week it’s been so far.
My so-called “mother“, the demented child neglecting woman who knowingly married an alcoholic, drug-addicted moron that still owes me more money than he’ll ever make, has apparently not only disowned my 15 year old brother after beating the crap out of him and throwing him out of their house, but now, also seems to claim that she owns everything in his room, including clothes, toys, school books, CDs, the 2 computers I gave him and his collection of Pokemon figurines, and will not even let him back in the house to pick up his clothes.
Oh, and here’s the best part: The “mother” on holiday and has ordered her brat daughter not to open the door should my brother wish to enter. This hideous being has the audacity to ask for the keys and passwords to his computers from behind the door, while laughing and saying “you don’t live here anymore…!”.
So, when my younger brother came to my place bruised and cut, I asked him to dial their home number. As soon as my “mother” picked up the phone, I called her some names, told her she deserves to die, and hung up. I still stand by that. Someone who psychologically and psychically abuses children deserves to DIE…or at least get thrown in a mental institution for a few decades.
Ain’t I got Didn’t I have a lovely family?
