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Sat, 21 Apr 2007 17:37:10 GMT

82-Year-Old Ex-Beauty Queen Stops Intruder by Shooting Out Tires

WAYNESBURG, Ky. — Miss America 1944 has a talent that likely has never appeared on a beauty pageant stage: She fired a handgun to shoot out a vehicle's tires and stop an intruder.

Venus Ramey, 82, confronted a man on her farm in south-central Kentucky last week after she saw her dog run into a storage building where thieves had previously made off with old farm equipment.

Ramey said the man told her he would leave. "I said, 'Oh, no you won't,' and I shot their tires so they couldn't leave," Ramey said.

She had to balance on her walker as she pulled out a snub-nosed .38-caliber handgun.

"I didn't even think twice. I just went and did it," she said. "If they'd even dared come close to me, they'd be 6 feet under by now."

Ramey then flagged down a passing motorist, who called 911.

Curtis Parrish of Ohio was charged with misdemeanor trespassing, Deputy Dan Gilliam said. The man's hometown wasn't immediately available. Three other people were questioned but were not arrested.

After winning the pageant with her singing, dancing and comedic talents, Ramey sold war bonds and her picture was adorned on a B-17 that made missions over Germany in World War II, according to the Miss America Web site.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Fri, 20 Apr 2007 03:59:35 GMT

hey, killer
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we got the pundits and the University experts
pushing drugs/no drugs and the profilers, and hey, the sexperts
antigun/NRA, Sprigner, Montel, Oprah, Fresh, Today
pretty much all on TV, and Having Their Say

while families squirm and obsess about harm and derm
color, immigration, and the natural separation
of those who have, and the the ones that have not
well, let's face it, kids have been, no matter who was workin', shot

while we play some kind {pretend and bend) blind and stupid game
of where the ( confiscated ) money all goes
hello, it's taxed out of our ass and oh's
are the noises we make and still be quite tame

well, i aint for wack-jobs or0shooting psychos
but what can ( let's say did, kid ) you expect
when the world we all erect, pardon me, elect,
is based on google and you-tube and yahoo and lycos

Malls, Starbucks, E-Zines and Suburbia
Urban sprawl, and Gas Prices, that should ( Mos Def ) disturbi-ya
and the time you spend paying for power (Nod to TXU, and Allayalls
Crew) to run the toaster and in traffic-a jams
It Aint All Just a Spiral Cut Fed Ex Delivered Microwave Cooked Up Honey Ham

No, it's Government Misuse ( say C-Span, you don't watch that...) Of
Power and Time
And listening to Race Baiters ( Say Fox, Say CNN, You watch THAT? ) who
just happen to Rhyme
while they spit ( say satire, Daily, SNL, and fun, and then clutch your
gun ) out the lines
which continue to promote some real ( old, tired, but true, where were
YOU? ) crimes

That happened a long, Very LONG ( tried & true ) Time Ago
Doncha Know
It's a game, and you, all prozac ( doc, i'm shakin', you're bakin', so
write down the words! ) tame
try to keep it ( I'm payin', you're playin' ) sane and the same

while they grin ( THE SHERRIF'S A ---) on TV and put you to shame
you did nothing wrong
you still take the blame, hate isn't your ( My Ho) song
but it's on your TV and sound screen all the ( i'm tame on prozac ) same

professing, not blessing and all about dressing
you ( "I have never felt so white in my life" ) up as a criminal, confessing
your sins and bending your shins
while undressing for the Big ( you gonna get ) Messing

yes, you're tired, and mired
in government taxes, and social ground axes
from pissing people off, a real and present past, those Guns Were Fired
But not by you, please wake up and get a clue, before you get fired

>From the Job That You Know That You Have To Do
Again the world asks, while not clearly defining the tasks
And Leaving It All Up To You,
Save The World, Lead Us Forth, And Rip Off All The Masks

It's Now Or Never
and way past time to sever
the bullshit from the fantasy, for sure
And Don't By God, start to talk about Pure

That's what the weak do,
we tend to blend
when there is something important to do
we bend

But remain rooted and true
because, lets face it, what else is there to do, i mean
when it's all falling apart
and some crazy killer fills your screen

And the networks are all whores
and the rest of it just bores
into your responsible skull, like a flag unfurled
you realize it's just you... only you..... that's left to save the world.
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(c)opyright2007ljohnston

Friday, April 20, 2007

Fri, 20 Apr 2007 00:26:17 GMT

little jimmy cant get nothing goin'

everybody else is jammin

and he's still owing

and hurtin' from a slamming

he done took in a pool hall

he aint goin back to at all

cause o that shyster pig

and his nonstop heavy vig

there's a 20 dollar whore

who gives jimmy an eye from afar

sleaze and mascarra charm at the end of the bar

but jimmy wants something more

he aint gonna get it

running numbers and playing that book

it aint gonna come from none of this, take a look

if it was fucked up, jimmy did it

jimmy wants to get out of here someday

to where life is some kinna clean

where he dont gotta hide all day

and people aint so damned mean

neon behind the bar just mocks him

action on the street just locks him

into one more dirty city day

maybe for once a deal might pay

dollars for the bar of o'malley

greasy breakfast and a racing form

jimmy looking down another alley

at the coming storm

jimmy wanna get out of here someday

where life is somehow clean

where he dont hafta hide all day

and people aint so damned mean

but he aint got a plan

and this is what he knows

once he thought he was a man

now it all just blows

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(c)opyright 2003/2007 l. johnston

Rent

Wed, 04 Apr 2007 14:06:43 GMT

Rent
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a piece of the peace
just came up for lease
i was hoping this one was for you
you said, ahem, you had something to do

plastics, running away from spastics, you said it like truth
yearning for endings, over couch bendings
something was slipping in there, and you needed some proof
about peace and happy endings

well it's all right there before you
and i don't want to bore you
with details and the entrails
of the beast that will gore you

unless you find that sacred release
hello. you said peace.
that you've been seeking to lease
says a lot, i mean, please,

when you can beg, borrow, or steal most anything
and you have the cash to stop the bleeding
grab what you want, take it and leave; your figure, receding...
that you would want to rent this precious thing.
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(c)opyright2007ljohnston

counsel

Tue, 03 Apr 2007 22:24:26 GMT

counsel
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i made a trade
and i wish you
had been there
but you stayed in shade

out of reach
on some Golden Beach
left me to do what I do
and so i do, but without you

these things, it's me and you know not who
alone with this, check this mess
done chopped down a cherry tree
i look around, yeah, that was just me

so i'm honest, yeah, and then too much
of what i think i lost, i do, way too much me
and not near enough of you
stop me, hey, before i sin again, if it could be you

but we wont know
cause you don't show
and the music plays
and we got hours, days

where one thing is sure
those of us that's left
have to sure endure
and of you... i'm bereft.
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(c)opyright 2007 ljohnston

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Tue, 03 Apr 2007 14:54:20 GMT

The great ADHD myth

By JENNY HOPE - More by this author » Last updated at 22:34pm on 9th March 2007

Check out the above article. I think it speaks volumes. IMHO

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Sun, 25 Mar 2007 20:58:47 GMT

Voice

Voice
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I'm not Left.
I'm not Right.
But I hate the Blight.

oh, get off your box,
You Think Mindgroup rox.
I'm thinkin.... you be the Tox.

allayou with agenda....
left and right Words and Offenda
you don't care, but You Say You Do, well, Splenda....

And That's What We Get From You. I repeat.
It Aint Sugar. It Aint Sweet.
It's 'Polling and rolling' around 'till you Meet

The Need You Perceive, let's talk "This Week"
To Meet The Need Of What Bank You Use Seeks
Please Try To Squash Any Bad Leaks

We Aint Stupid, We Read
But It's Not What We Need
Spare us Circus and Bread, Look Here At The Bleed,

Oh wait, that doesn't serve your creed
and you have a certain bent for your needs
My first grade teacher said it, simple, if I Remember, It's Greed...

You Think We Don't Know
And Watch The TV Show
But You're Wrong, We know We have a Long Way To Go

But spare us the drama and headlines
we're not fooled by deadlines
It's We who Live By the Redlines

of the bills that you send us
Christ, are you actually Trying to End Us?
Or just trying to bend us

Into Your new-ish World Order
we've seen it before, and it's all kinna sorter
the next wave we see, over the border

Elected you are
but you've Gone Way too Far
Don't Tease Us or Please Us with some Far Away War

It's Our World you play with
and We won't long Stay with
Ones who won't Play With

The Rules That We Set
Something is Coming, We Need To Get
Together, I Think... But That Aint Quite Happened Yet

P'rhaps it will Take
a Nother Earth Quake
or mebbe just some backwaddi sheik

A Rad Count of 10
perhaps a holy religious djinn
or one more, maybe... Original Sin.
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(c)opyright 2007ljohnston

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Sat, 16 Dec 2006 03:19:30 GMT

so simple
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you get part of the wave
the thing you get, it's what you crave
thinking i talk to you
i guess that's what you do

i make no plan
cant explain who i am
wont do that thing you do, that clouds the room
expect disaster, and then yet more doom

i already have my hands full of sin
today's trash, and whatever else i dragged in
and hi, it's what i bring to the table.
so get that fixed, and understand i'm not able

to carry expectations
or bring about divinations
i'll bend a sound, or a colour, or a word,
and possibly take the flight of the bird

who watches the shining of the next sunrise
the waning of the heavy yellow moon
or the odd spinning of the greatest wheel
but at my darkest, i stay real.
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(c)opyright l.johnston

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Sat, 02 Dec 2006 04:26:53 GMT

how you roll
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i try hard to keep my mouth shut.
and not to call you a bitch, or a slut.
you know i do the best i can do
and then you do what it is you do.

you, always spoilin' for a fight
you and i both know, that aint right
you're just pissed, i know, cause you're not the one for me
and i aint the one for you, it's plain to see

we parted ways a time ago
but you just wont let it go
blade and paper
and you say i'm some kinna raper

suprise, then, tables turned
let's just ask who really got burned
you just fat, now, sassy
jealous of my freedom , lassie,

but doing your best
to make a mess
and me, i'm doing my best to keep up, cause i was kissed
but don't deny, you do alla this cause you just pissed

been there done that
dont pretend you aint fat
on what you stole
that's how you roll.
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(c)opyright2006ljohnston
for cindy not so sweet

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Sat, 25 Nov 2006 01:34:01 GMT

Pure Blood

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too much blood makes for a bad stew
the drift of entropy, and what about you,
you see it everywhere
how much do you care
do you eat from what we do?

is it just me, or am i sensing apathy
or inequity
these porno pages vs.rock of ages
vox populi and the voice of sages
that echo through our ages

i seen romans i seen goths
pillars of truth mixed with sex the human broths
who killed kennedy, or were the moonshots fakes
this is why the ground just shakes
and we burn like flames for moths

the unintended change of rage
the casual turning of the page
it ends in floods
of different bloods
and speaks throughout each age

yet no one person stands
we all throw up our hands
saying i dunno, what can be done
while we dance upon bright sun
grasping at the fading strands

of dignity
and unity
we used to call on sure
for truth and what we thought we thought was pure
yeah, we were thinking truth & purity....
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