"What kind of peace do we seek? Not a PAX Americana enforced on the world by American weapons of war. Not the peace of the grave or the security of the slave. I am talking about genuine peace, the kind of peace that makes life on earth worth living, the kind that enables men and nations to grow and to hope and to build a better life for their children -- not merely peace for Americans but peace for all men and women -- not merely peace in our time but peace for all time."  John F. Kennedy (1963)

BIOGRAPHY I was born 3/19/41. I graduated from Grossmont High School, where I was on the staff of the school paper and became a member of Quill and Scroll, a sort of honorary writer's group. I was also occasionally on the Dean,s list and a member of the Honor Society. One of my best friend's from that time and before is still one of my best friends, unfortunately living in Colorado, got married in 1963, dropped out of SDSU long enough to have my son, b.d. 3/64 and went back to school graduating in 1/65. Had two more children, daughters, b.d.s 9/66 and 6/70, separated from husband around 1973, divorced 1976, remarried 1976. I started working for San Diego County 1971, working briefly as an Eligibility Worker then promoted to Social Worker, worked as Social Worker in all kinds of areas, ending in Conservatorship. I was very respected in my job and was asked within minutes of my saying to a coworker at coffee that I would like to go into conservatorship, to doing just that. A master's was required, which I hadn't finished , but, in my case, that was waived. I'd been a social worker (Senior, of course) for around 9 years by then. On the way back to work one day a couple of years later, after visiting a young woman's parents about having had her sent to Patton, the State Mental hospital, was at a red light when an old lady ran right into the back of my car pushing it into the car ahead and hitting me a couple more times. The long and short of that was I was considered to be very seriously injured and never would really have been allowed to go back to my job as treatment and the treatment that would be required after that would have taken up, with rehab. each time, most of my time for years to come. I was put on disability retirement in 1983, I think, also got a divorce in 1983. I spent the next many years recovering the best I could from some of the damage I sustained in and from that car accident. All of my kids were still living with me in a house I bought 'as a married woman as her sole and separate property' in 1978. I still own that house and the one before it. I've done virtually everything for myself since childhood. I don't own anything anyone else ever gave me except little things like gifts for birthdays, etc. My kids were still young but I had two extra bedrooms and just by a fluke began taking in young adult foreign exchange students who were here to perfect their English. They were from Japan, France, Germany and even, for a short time, Saudi Arabia. I learned a lot about their cultures from them and their friends and did my best to explain 'our way' in this country re our government to any and everything else. That endeavor took up most of my time as they wanted to talk to me about everything. I became very close to a number of them and unfortunately lost contact with most of them when I moved to Oregon in '05. Somewhere in the early 90s I took in 2 little dogs that had belonged to a woman who had died. They were old but I adored them to the point that I became involved with breeding their breed, Yorkshire Terriers, but not them specifically. That took up the last vestiges of time I had--I didn't want to have puppies I wanted to breed better and better Yorkies and I did. My puppies were perfect, beautiful, tiny and most important, healthy and I was very respected by all vets. During this entire period plus all the years before I was fascinated by politics and regularly shocked and dismayed by the American voter and what they put into office. It seemed I'd lived from Presidential election to presidential election, telling myself, "I can't believe it but if we can only survive just 4 years, just 4 years, just 4 years," and then in 1960 along came Kennedy and my faith in our system was restored--briefly. I read everything I could get my hands on for years regarding his assassination and the b.s. Warren Report. Even in the face of the Zapruder film, the Johnson administration insisted it was the truth. Why Johnson decided to lock up all evidence that could be harmful to 'innocent' people for 100 years never made any sense to me. Why would evidence of a crime be harmful to an innocent person? I decided since Kennedy had already decided to end the war and bring the troops home right away that it was time for the real power in the country, who loved war as much then as now, to get rid of him, had made a deal with Johnson, who I felt sold his soul to the devil just to be President. He immediately took possession of Air Force One and almost as quickly escalated the war. While in office I believe he finally saw how he'd been used and finished by making an announcement that he wouldn't be running for president again. I wish Bush would do that--I know his term is almost up, or is it? I have been thinking for years that shortly before the election he is going to whip out a statement and a signing statement and tell us, because by then we'll already be at war with Iran, too, that being a 'wartime president he has decided to call off the election because any change in administration would be bad for the country. All these years I've been talking to anyone and everyone about what I could see happening but though people seem interested they have seemed to become more and more disinterested as the years have gone by, culminating in what we have now; the two biggest criminals ever to walk the earth in the top two political positions on earth sending our young people off to divert us by being hideously maimed and murdered while they steal the last drop of oil in Iraq, put the country in the worst position ever financially in the name of 'terrorism', while simultaneously creating huge streams for money to leave here, pour through Iraq and into all their big, big pockets. Way back in the 60s Taylor Caldwell nailed it all in her book, The Captains and The Kings, with a great bibliography of nonfiction for anyone else cared to learn for themselves that it was too late to change anything. Back then the John Birchers were concerned the nut group but the revolution they predicted may be the only way anyone in this world will ever have a hope of 'living free' again.

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