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Does anyone remember this old ditty? A Christmas poem.c/c welcome?

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MTOF-In X-mas Mode asked:

Before you read this, please note, if you are easily distracted, this may be too long for you to focus on, lol:

THE WORKER AND THE VET

He drinks every drop,
To make the memories stop,
But all that is does,
is make them more strong.

He’s been too many times,
To that one place in time,
That place in the dark,
The place called Vietnam.

Now it is cold,
And the wind,
Knows no Mercy.

He sits on the corner,
As those all around him,
Start cussing and cursing.

“Look at that bum,
The clothes he wears,
The bottle he carries,
My, isn’t he scary?”

They all turn to laugh,
When all that he asks,
Is for a dollar to eat,
Something sweet,
Anything is a treat.

Soon they retreat,
Throwing garbage,
At his feet.

He lays in an alley,
Dreaming of Dear Sally,
The woman he loved,
Before he left for Vietnam.

She left him alone,
When he got called home,
She left him alone,
To marry Good Ole Joe.

He knew of the child,
That she had carried,
but, she never wanted,
Her to meet her real Daddy.

He clings to the bottle,
His only retreat,
When suddenly a stranger,
Asks him to his feet.

“Not another cop,
Those damn Government Jerks.”
The man thinks,
As he gathers his worth.

Soon he sees,
That it’s not the police,
But someone so sweet.

Caring and kind,
Her voice like an angel,
Is it that time already?

She wraps him in a blanket,
She takes his old shoes,
She gives him some hot chocolate,
To warm his cold toes.

He reads her tag,
Salvation Army,
And with a tear in his eye,
He asks her who is she?

“I’m just a woman,
One who knows,
That those in need,
Are deserving as me.

I see you there,
Laying in the street,
And thought that today,
Was my calling.

I gathered my things,
And put on my uniform,
But skipped the Salvation Army,
Because I felt you were more worthy.

I see you all the time.
Clinging to the bottle,
I thought to myself,
One day, that will be his last swallow.

So I took my cell phone,
And turned it into the boss,
Said I quit this job,
And I have no remorse.

I kept the uniform,
But only for a while,
I’ll take it back tomorrow,
To show him that it’s final.”

He listened to her words,
Of her family and friends,
Who took her for all her worth,
And that job was her last chance.

He took her hand,
said in voice high,

“My Child, Don’t quit,
For you have made me rich!
You showed me there are,
Others who care,
And now I know that,
There is a God up there.

He sent you to me,
And you did his deed,
Stay with the Salvation Army,
As there are others just as needy!”

She took to his words,
And on Christmas Day,
She went back to work,
To the place,
Where the homeless stay.

She felt so new,
So very alive,
That she never thought,
That the news would arrive.

She watched it on TV,
It was a very tearful scene,
For the man that she gave to,
Had met up with family.

His daughter had searched,
Many years and days,
For the one she knew,
Had always been
her real Daddy.

She went to work,
Walking through,
The very same alley.

She had seen,
That picture laying,
Of her mother, Sally.

The old man had dropped it,
Without even knowing,
And she picked it up,
The tears started flowing.

When she met the man,
She walked up to him,
And felt all the more rich.

They stared at each other,
And she said “It’s you,
You’re my Father!”

They held each other,
In only the warmest embrace,
He looked her over,
And saw it in her face.

She had his eyes,
Nose and chin,
It was his Daughter,
Mary Anne.

The story goes on,
But this is what,
I want you to know,
No matter who you are,
No matter where you go.
God is watching,
And he always knows.

When it is time,
He gives you the urge,
To help those needy,
So heed that call.

And remember this,
You might meet someone,
You’ll never forget.

©Copyright December 9, 2002 by Danielle N. Calhoun
Thank you, giveitmybest, janez and scooter. I’m glad you took note of the part where I mentioned it being long, Janez :) I didn’t want anyone to read it like right the moment they saw it.

Ok. honestly, would you want to read a story that started like this?

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The Knight Reject asked:

Young Thompson Davis was lying in his little bed with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles sheets pulled midway up his chest. His mother had just tucked him in and left. Now the room was quiet, still, dark, and scary to the five-year-old. There was very little illumination in the room aside from the multicolored night-light. Thompson looked at it as it cycled its colors; blue, red, yellow, green, purple, teal, and back to blue.

Looking at the light made him feel safer. If anything came from his closet he would see it and scream. Either the boogeyman would flee when it knew his parents were coming, or it would get beaten up by his father. Yes, surely his dad could drive away the mean creature of the closet.

He hadn’t known about the boogeyman until today. A kid in his kindergarten class told him about the monster that kidnapped children when they were in bed. Charlie, the boy who had told him, said the boogeyman came from the closet at night. Terrified, Thompson had told his dad about the boogeyman. His brave father opened the closet, Thompson had been in tears, afraid his father would get ****** into the closet and disappear forever.

When nothing happened, his father had beckoned him closer. The closet was empty, aside from clothing and toys. But Charlie had said the boogeyman only came out during the night. Perhaps he teleported from wherever he came from and took the children back with him. Yes, that had to be it.

So Thompson was going to stay up all night and watch for the boogeyman. He had put his army of GI Joe soldiers in front of the door. Perhaps the boogeyman’s portal would bring them to life and they would defend him.

It had barely reached nine when Thompson’s eyes drooped under the weight of sleepiness. He was close to falling asleep, his own soft breathing was a comfort. His bed was comfortable, blanket warm and cozy. He could feel slumber overcome him.

His eyes snapped open. Movement of the closet door hadn’t alerted him, nor was the sound of gunfire from the miniature army that aroused him. It was a breeze behind him. Had his mom forgotten to close the window? That didn’t seem like her. But then again the window wasn’t above the bed so it could be that. He turned thinking it might just be a dream.

When he saw what had caused the draft he prayed he was dreaming. His eyes landed on the face of a pale man. Both eyes were missing, into which was an inky blackness that reminded him of the night sky, never-ending. A live worm dangled from his half open mouth, wriggling and squirming. No teeth seemed to be in the man’s mouth, or perhaps they were so rotten he just couldn’t see them.

A smell reached his nose. So putrid it turned Thompson’s stomach, threatening to send up the corn dogs and macaroni and cheese he had eaten for dinner. It reminded him of the smell his hands had after touching a fish he caught with his dad last weekend, only a thousand times worse.

A hand, cold and clammy slammed fiercely over his mouth muffling the scream he made in an attempt to alarm his parents. They were on the other end of the hall, the noise did not reach them. He attempted to lift the hand cupped over his mouth, but it would not be moved. Tears of fear poured down the young boy’s face. He froze when something crawled from a hole of the man’s eye. A snake, almost as dark as the night, slithered from one eye socket, taking only a brief second to look at the boy, and into the other eye. A trail of urine ran down Thompson’s leg. He tried to bite, claw, do something, anything to get free, but it all proved pointless against the boogeyman. He was too strong for the five-year-old to compete with.

The other hand, just as cold and slimy as the one clasped over his mouth, hooked around his body and dragged him for his bed into darkness.

what do you think?

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vball07 asked:

okay. i’m writing a story and just wanted to get some opinions from other people out side my house. :) and if you notice anything i could change, please tell me. sorry its so long.

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The fog clung to the ground like a tightly wound blanket. It was so thick that it was almost impossible to see anything below the knee. The air was muggy and smelt of moist earth. The squishing sound of mud mixed with the snapping of sticks and Calimer’s heavy, frantic breathing made it hard to hear if anyone was following him.
Sweat rolled off his fore head and dripped down Calimer’s nose. It dripped off of his chest, arms, and back, making his light gray t-shirt turn dark and cohere uncomfortably to his body. The thick mass of his red-brown hair was cemented to his face. Using his free hand, he pushed back his drenched hair then wiped the sticky sweat off his forehead. Calimer was dehydrated, ravenous, and hasn’t slept in two days. He neglected all of those things though because he knew that it was absolutely vital to protect the object he was holding. If it were to fall in to the wrong hands, it could potentially bring across the world’s greatest disaster. It had the power to change life, as everyone knew it. It could determine your future between life and freedom or torture and death. Not just for the magical realm either. But for the mortal world also.
Calimer stopped to look around. All he saw was the dark outline of close by trees and a few bushes. It was early morning and the sun hasn’t come up yet. He decided, even though he knew it was risky, to sit down and rest for a little bit. He found a fallen tree and sat down. Then began wondering about Sylvia.
Where was she and was she okay? Did she make it to Torseepha? Are Sylvia and baby Prince Wickersham safely hidden from Malum? Did she find Rebecca and Delilah? Did they make it out of the castle grounds, or could have Malum’s army gotten to her first?
All of a sudden, there was a loud crack, which resembled a whip, and then there was a thundering sound of at least two-dozen horses. They were coming fast, and getting closer. Soon, Calimer could feel the ground shaking, and the trees corresponding with it. How many people could Malum have sent to find me? Calimer thought. He knew that the attempt to escape would be useless.
Calimer threw on his black cloak and pulled the hood over his head to hide his face. He then shoved the large black velvet bag in to the side pocket of the cloak. He discovered that the group was coming from the west. Maybe if he were to lay down behind the fallen tree in a large cluster of bushes that possibly the soldiers would just pass on by. It was worth a shot.
Safely out of sight, Calimer waited quietly and patiently in his hiding spot. Though the clump of bushes he was in were thorned and pointy, he was oddly comfortable. Calimer made himself a small peephole through one of the bushes so he could see the newcomers. He heard several voices now, but couldn’t see who the owners were. Calimer was expecting at the most a dozen or so men, most likely to be wizards and warriors, on horses. But what he actually did see was on of the most horrendous things he’s ever imagined.
Calimer could only see half of the beast, but that’s all it took to petrify him. He never would have believed this if not for seeing it himself. He had heard roomers about this absurd creature, but never considered that it truly existed. Now, able to see the entire body of the preposterous monster, he gasped and swallowed hard. He was practically trembling in fear, at one in particular. It appeared to claim dominance.
It was hard to see every detail of the creature because it was still dark. But Calimer could make out some things. Like, that it was black and no bigger then a well breed horse. Its front two feet were separated in three different sections, resembling chicken toes. The feet were the size of a grown man’s head and the talons were as long and thick of a man’s forearm with ends that were extremely sharp and dangerous looking. Other then the abnormally large muscles, the body of the animal somewhat mirrored the body of a horse.
It had a neatly braided tail, which look offbeat on such a ferocious animal. He couldn’t see the mane because of the armor cloth that was covering its entire area from the knees up to where the neck and head met. It was most likely magic proof. On its head, it wore a helmet revealing nothing under it except for two eyeholes and two large vicious horns.
Safely away in the bushes, Calimer watched the group of three pass by slowly. They were all quite for a while, searching for Calimer. Well, searching for the object in his pocket anyway. The wizard on top of the dominant animal was the first to speak.
“Where is it?” He muttered frustrated, “Its here somewhere, I can feel it. We’re close, so very close.”
“Just think o’ the look on ol’ Mally’s face when we’s shows up with the Cora Stone!” said a warri
“Just think o’ the look on ol’ Mally’s face when we’s shows up with the Cora Stone!” said a warrior with an unknown accent.
“Oi! We be treated like royalty!” exclaimed the third.
“Will you two be quiet!” the first demanded.
They continued on just like Calimer hoped they would. Once, when he thought they were far enough away, he shifted positions.
The men on the horses stopped and the leader looked around cautiously.
“Did you hear that? There’s someone here,” he whispered.
“That could have just been a fox. They’re real popular around here,” one of the others said.
“No. It’s a wizard. And he has the Cora Stone. I can feel it!” They all turned around and stopped right in front of the Calimer’s bush.
All at once, Calimer was lifted up by his under arms and thrown onto the ground. He sat up and looked up.
The three people and their beasts were around him, forming a triangular formation. The leader had blonde hair and was well built.
He had a sort of ‘evil pleasure’ look on his face. The other two were corpulent and were both grinning wildly. Like always, the blonde was the first to speak.
“Where is it?” he coerced.
“I do not know what you are talking about,” Calimer replied smoothly.
“The Cora Stone! You have it! You cannot lie to me!” Blondie shouted back.
“I still do not know what you are talking about.” Anger fired through Blondie’s face.
“Grab him!” he shouted. The other two jumped off their horses and each grabbed one of Calimer’s arms. The leader dismounted too.
“Now hand it over, or tell me where it is and nobody will get hurt,” he said hotly. Calimer stayed quiet.
“Search him!” One of the two reached into the pocket that the Cora Stone was in and grabbed it out. He gave it to the blonde. Fear washed over Calimer. The man started to take it out the bag. Calimer had seen it once, but could not remember what it looked like.
They all stared at the luminescent stone.
Then Calimer, again, was thrown to the ground. The three men surrounded the Stone. Standing up, Calimer shouted at the top of his lungs the last two words that King Wickersham had said to him. He was told to use the words only if the stone was in a dyer situation. And Calimer thought this was.
As soon as he finished, the stone flew up into the air. It grew brighter and started spinning. Then in one blinding light, the stone was gone. Before Calimer could even start to think of what he did or where the stone went, wizard flames shot him down.

How do i talk to the guy outside of facebook?

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Jaime asked:

so i’m shy, and i’ve been talking to a guy on facebook for a while that’s in my band class. he’s surrounded by his friends a lot, and when he’s not, i still have a hard time talking to him.
the ice was bit when i was walking out of school one night, i was dragging a bag with army blankets after a competition. he was laughing and giving me a hard time. how do i make myself look approachable and how do i talk to him when i’m soo shy!?

help!!!

Chapter 2. What do you think?

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Wisdom asked:

This is chapter 2. If you havent read chapter 1 then go to my profile and see my questions and read chapter 1 first.

Chapter 2
The Beginning of the end

I was silent in the car while mom and Karly talked about something stupid and girly. All I could think about was how stupid this was going to be. I didn’t want some sissy to be in my room toughing stuff.
We got home just in time for dinner. My dad was cooking steak. Karly sat herself in my seat. I wasn’t going to have that.
“Get up Blondie. That’s my seat.” I said
“Oh sorry.” Se said and got up and sat down in the seat next to me.
“Hello Karly.” My dad said.
“Hello.” She said back
My dad nodded his head and patted my back. He was putting the steaks on the good plates. He only put food on the good plates when we had guests.
“Martha dinner wont be ready for about 10 more minuets why don’t you go show Karly your room while you wait.” My mom said.
“I would rather eat dog crap.” I said under my breath as I took Karly to my room.
“This is small.” She said when we were in there.
“Small! This is the biggest room in the house you dumb rabbit!”
“Sorry but I am use to having a large house. This room isn’t even big enough for my Dog.”
I was about ready to punch her when my mom called us for dinner. She had been saved for the first and last time.
At dinner everyone talked about stupid stuff, like normal. I picked at my food. I could care less about eating. I was about to spend a night with miss Blondie.
“Please pass the beans Martha.” My mom said.
I picked up the blue bowl full of beans and passed them to mom.
“Thank you.”
“Whatever.” I mumbled.
The hold dinner was horrible. Karly kept talking about how she came in first in a dance competition last year and how she’s entering this year. She kept talking about it and how good she was and blah blah blah! I hated her. I couldn’t stand her at all. She was to… well not like me. She was so girly the color pink screamed.
“Sweetie you’ve barely touched your dinner.” My mom said.
“And?”
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“No.”
“You should eat something.” Karly said.
“No I shouldn’t, you don’t know anything.”
“Damn it girl don’t talk to her that way!” My Dad snapped.
“Geoffrey don’t yell at her.” My mom said.
“Damn it women I am a man I can do what I want!” My Dad said and walked off to his room.
“I think you girls should set up your stuff out here tonight.” My Mom said choking down the last bite of steak.
“Yes mama.”
Karly and I soon set up are blankets and pillows on the couches. I didn’t even look at her. Down the hall I could here my parents fighting. I couldn’t make out what they were saying but I knew it was about me and Karly. I tried to piece together what they were saying but all I could hear where mixed up words. Sometimes I could make out the word **** or damn but not much more.
I turned my attention towards Karly. She had brought everything pink. She had a pink pillow, blanket, and even pajamas. I shook my head and went on my own busyness. I put my army sheets over the couch and my black pillow on top. Karly eyed the couch and went back to hers.
“Why are your parents mad at each other? They should be mad at you.”
“Why should they be mad at me?”
“Because you started the fight. If you had been nice they wouldn’t be fighting!”
“That’s not true!”
“Yes it is!”
Do you remember when I had said she had been saved for the first and last time. Well she had gotten me so mad I flung myself at her. I pulled her down to the ground and pulled her hair. I was angry. She had crossed the line. I through myself at her over and over. I slammed her into the wall.
My parents raced out of there room. My father held me back. I tried to bite him away. My feet were flying.
“WHATS GOING ON!” My Dad barked.
“Let me go! I have to kill her!” I screeched
Karly’s nose was bleeding. She was balling her eyes out. I cant remember what happened next. The next thing I knew we were on the couches and my parents were gone.
Apparently my father had talked to me. I had A.D.D. So had spaced out through the hole thing
“Sorry.” I whispered.
“You should be.”
“Oh would you just shut up. Stop trying to make me feel guilty.”
“Well then.”
“I hope you know that I’m not a bad person.”
“Yes you are. You attacked me.”
“That doesn’t make me a bad person. At least I don’t wear pink all the time and act like a sissy!”
“Do you honestly think I like wearing pink all the time. My dad makes me!”
“What are you talking about Blondie?”
“I’m more like you then you think. My dad wants me to act like this. I wouldn’t have picked this if I had a chose.”
“Then why don’t you just say something to him.”
“I don’t want to disappoint him. He has always dreamed of having a girl. He has 4 other children. Older then me. And there all boys.”
“Well just tell him th

what is the purpose of the top flat sheet?

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jesses_girl_0908 asked:

I have looked everywhere, I am “debating” with my husband the purpose of the top sheet. I say it is for comfort, warmth, but most important sanity. I would much rather clean my sheets and middle blanket every few days than my down comforter. I told him it was to catch all the dead skin and such, but he says it has no purpose. Can anyone help me with this one? He was in the ARMY, and in other countries they don’t use sheets at all, that’s when I brought up the fact they have more sickness and diseases there.

Why does my dog burrow/hide/go under the bed?

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soccergirl5 asked:

We’ve got a Boxer/Shepherd/Beagle mutt mix. He’s very social and 2 years old. We’ve been living at our apartment for nearly 6 months now and in the spare bedroom, he likes to go under the bed.

Now, go under the bed may not be the right term for it. The bed is very tall, but the space underneath it is about 6 inches high. He goes to the far wall where there is a small space. After about 4-5 minutes of hanging out and assessing his options, he ducks his head under the bed. Then, he pushes off of the wall with his feet and propels himself under the bed. The space is so tight he has to wriggle around, but he frequently spends a few hours under the bed if nobody is making any food or playing.

The process of leaving the under the bed space is ridiculous. He first will spend a few minutes with a foot, a tail or his head out from under the bed. He seems to survey what is happening in the room and deciding if he wants to leave. Sometimes he whimpers as he digs his claws into the carpet and literally performs this weird wriggle/grab move where he army crawls out from under the bed to certain freedom.

He didn’t do this often, but now we have a guest staying in the bedroom and he seems to do it a few times a day. Any ideas why in the world he does this? Nothing seems to trigger it, and he doesn’t do anything the same after wards. He has a cage with blanket that he spends time in too – so it’s not that he doesn’t have his own space. He doesn’t bring toys or anything under the bed either?

Anybody have any ideas?! Cheers

How does this sound so far?

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Haley asked:

I remember in my childhood my best friend, Michelle , used to take the plastic soda bottles that were on the banks of the Ohio River at my grandmothers house and put messages in them. She put twigs in them when we were four. I wonder if anyone ever got our letters and twigs. Maybe they wrote us back. I like to think they did. Tonight I’m going to send my own letter. I guess I’m just a foolish sixteen year old girl. Silly little Gabrielle Sterling. Maybe, who ever finds it will be my Dark Prince.

Dear who ever finds this,

My name is Gabrielle Rose Sterling. But, my best and only friend calls me Bri. I live in Kenova, West Virginia. You probably have no idea where that is, do you? I don’t either it is like another planet to me. I’m into the paranormal. A little more then I should be. The kids at Spring Valley always look at me strange, but I’m used to it by now. My hair is a copper color cut in short spikes and my eyes a rich sapphire. My sister is probably my parents favorite. All American girl you can call her. Long flowing gold hair and sky blue eyes. Homecoming queen and cheerleader. While I’m just sitting in the stands. Sorry, for boring you with my mellow drama. Tell me about your life, please.

Yours Truly, Gabrielle Rose Sterling

I slid the letter into an old Mountain Dew bottle that I ripped the label off of. I silently slipped on my ebony Russian Army coat. My Converse made a soft thud against the oak floor. My feet etched their way to the back door. I quietly shut the door behind me put my spine stiffened in alert when it made a loud locking noise behind me. My feet hit the rough wood of the back porch. The steps creaked beneath me as I made my way to the gate that lead down to the Ohio River front. The metal of the steps clanked against the weight of my shoes as I made my way to the river. I could hear the snakes his in the distance. It sent a shiver up my spine. Little me afraid of snakes while they reside In myth & lore. I just always had an unexplainable fear and hatred of the scaly bastards. The cool October air blew against my face. I tightened the coat around my frame so it could not brush against the rest of my skin. I jumped over the end of grass. My shoes kisses the sand underneath them. I finally came to where sand meet water. They water soaked through the thin material of my Converse. My finger clutched the neck of the bottle. My arm slung back, then forward releasing the bottle to the wind. I dropped to the awaiting mouth of the river. Lost to its blackness. The mortal or immortal to claim it waits on the other side. Will they write back? I’d like to think they would. I watched it float down the Ohio till it was out view. I turned and climbed up the wall of earth that blocked my way to the grass. I ran to the light of the house. Once, through the door I let out the breath that I held in for the last two minutes. I kicked of the neon green high tops. And, made my way to the guest room beside the kitchen. My blonde twin lay sleeping on the bed. Her curls splayed out in every direction. I shrugged off the coat silently, but the metal buttons made a loud clank as they hit the oak floor. The girl in the bed stirred to face me. Her sky eyes shot open and met with the gems of mine. A silent conversation was passed between us. But, neither of us paid attention to the topic at hand. She lifted up the blanket allowing me to slide in. My hands tugged at the tangled mess of gold. The copper of mine clashed against it. My mind slowly became a blur of color and whispers.

“Your weak, Gabriel.” taunted a females voice.

“I will kill you! I will send you back from where you have risen from! Mark my words, Lillith. You will be slain by my sword.” I raged.

“Gabriel.” a voice whispered.

The sun shown through the window. It burned my eyes life a fire to bare skin. It was that dream again. That is how it always ends. Who is Lillith? Who is Gabriel? It can’t be me. Who is that voice? Why are they calling for me? A tug at my spikes made me wake from my thoughts. I turned to see my blonde twin and grandmother staring at me. Concern was etched into their sky eyes. A could hear the coughing of my step-grandfather in the other room. I rose from my place on the bed, and walked towards the kitchen. I grabbed the milk from the fridge, and went to work on making a cup of coffee. This was my tradition since I was four the only difference was that Lillian was here instead of Michelle. My movements were more like a dance then a walk as I gathered all my ingredients. A hand was placed on my shoulder to stop me mid-parquet.

Can you see where we are heading?

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BlackSunshine84 asked:

1/27/06 – Liberal Party’s Manual Zelaya is inaugurated as president for a non-renewable four-year term.
3/25/09 – Mr. Zelaya calls for a June referendum on constitutional changes that would let him run for a second term. The vote is scheduled for June 28.
May-June 09 – The country’s supreme court, top electoral body, and human-rights ombudsman declare the planned referendum illegal.
6/24/09 – Days before the vote is scheduled to take place, military commanders refuse to distribute ballot boxes. Mr. Zelaya discharges the country’s top military chief, Gen. Romeo Vasquez, and accepts the resignation of Defense Minister Edmundo Orellana. The heads of the army, marines, and air force also resign.
6/25/09 – The Honduran Supreme Court unanimously votes to reinstate Gen. Vasquez. Congress approves plans to investigate Mr. Zelaya and possibly declare him unfit to govern.
6/28/09 – Mr. Zelaya is removed by the military and forced into exile. Congress speaker Roberto Micheletti is appointed acting president.
7/5/09 – Mr. Zelaya turns back from an attempt to return home after soldiers clashed with thousands of his backers massed at the airport. At least one man was killed.
7/6/09 – Honduras’ interim government closes its main airport to all flights. Police and soldiers blanket the streets of the capital. Secretary of State Hillary Clinton announces that Costa Rican President Oscar Arias will mediate between current Honduran leader Roberto Micheletti and Zelaya.

Now, what is interesting are President Obama’s comments on the situation:
“Even as we meet here [in Moscow] today, America supports now the restoration of the democratically elected president of Honduras, even though he has strongly opposed American policies,” he said.
“We do so not because we agree with him,” Obama said of Zelaya. “We do so because we respect the universal principle that people should choose their own leaders, whether they are leaders we agree with or not.”

Talk about a non sequitur! Zelaya went against his country’s supreme court ruling that the planned June 28th referendum was illegal and ordered the military to defy the supreme court. The military stood with the supreme court. Zelaya is kicked out of his country for defying his own country’s laws . . . and Obama supports his return to office because “people should choose their own leaders?”

HUH?????? Sounds to me like the people have chosen -they’ve chosen to kick out their leader!
I believe if you read again, you will find they did go through the proper channels, not that Obama said anything like what you are suggesting he meant.
You are injecting something into Obama’s statement that just isn’t there…
It’s sad that the first three answerers support what was obviously a situation similar to what occurred in Venezuela when Hugo Chavez declared himself dictator.

Help please? With poetry :) 10 pts?

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Immortal. asked:

I’m studying a poem by Margaret Junkin Preston and it’s called ‘A Bivouac In The Snow’. It’s about the American Civil War (The War Between The States).

In the poem it makes a reference to a ‘Xerxian army’.
Here is the whole stanza.

Round the bright blaze gather,
Heed not sleet or cold;
Ye are Spartan soldiers,
Stout and brave and bold.
Never Xerxian amy
Yet subdued a foe
Who asked but a blanket
On a bed of snow.

Does anyone know what the ‘Xerxian army’ is in reference to? I can’t seem to find it anywhere..

Any help, even just ideas or thoughts would be good.
Thanks ;)