- On Friday, December 8th, after 4 and long days, the
jury in the trial of the "Pink 4," which includes me, Medea
Benjamin, Gold Star Aunty Missy Beattie and Reverend Patty Ackerman, finally
received our case for deliberation at about 2:30 PM. The judge summoned
us back into the courtroom at 6:15 PM and we were excited for the verdict,
only to learn that the jury had not yet reached their verdict and we would
be staying in NYC until at least Monday when the jury would continue its
deliberations on the 5 counts for each of us.
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- While we were awaiting our fates, we four dangerous peace
women, found a copy of the New York Post which seems to me like a glorified
National Enquirer. I was leafing through the rag when I saw a big picture
of Laura and George. Laura was wearing one of the ugliest dresses I have
every seen, and there, inset above the picture of the First Lady and her
offensive husband, were photos of three other women wearing the same dress
as Laura! Perusing the article I discovered that going to a party and
having even one woman wearing the same dress as yourself is bad enough,
but going to a party (especially in ones own home) and discovering three
other women wearing your same dress is "a woman's worst nightmare!"
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- To begin with, I would think that someone married to
GW would have enough problems to worry about and even more horrendous
nightmares then sharing a hideous dress with someone else. Being the wife
of the world's number one terrorist would give me pause. However, I just
want to let the New York Post, Laura and the three other women who are
in the one-half of one percentile of the country who are in George's "base"
that are able to own an 8400.00 Oscar de la Renta, that showing up at
a party with 3 women wearing the same dress is not a "woman's worst
nightmare," and even though it has never (and will never) happen
to me and I have never walked in their Prada slippers, had a polo pony
go lame or known such humiliation, I suspect that I am, and will be living,
a "woman's worst nightmare."
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- Yes Laura, et al, there are worse things than what happened
at the White House Christmas party this past week. Ask the 25 American
mothers who learned that their sons were killed this past week for your
husband's lies and to put obscenely expensive and over the top (not to
mention, unflattering) clothes on your backs. Ask the people who are being
slaughtered in Iraq and can't even go buy groceries or attend services
in their local places of worship without fearing being blown to a million
tiny pieces bombs. Ask the prisoners who have been tortured at such gulags
as Guantanamo and Abu Ghraib. Ask the millions of people who go to bed
hungry or cold in our very own country every night while you are horrified
that someone else found your dreadful dress appealing enough to plunk
down over eight grand.
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- Before April 04, 2004, my greatest fear and nightmare
was that one day I would have to bury one of my children. My children
were and are my life. If one of them was late, or didn't give us a timely
phone call if they were out and not home in time, my heart would race
and I would fear the worse. But the fears don't even approach reality.
If a parent has not buried a child he/she cannot even come close to imagining
what it is like. The actuality and reality of the unnatural and disordered
act of a child dying before his/her parents is practically inconceivable.
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- I have nightmares every night. They should be good dreams.
Every night, I toss and turn and dream of Casey at every age.from darling
baby, to sweet toddler, to gangly boy-teen, to handsome soldier man.
The dreams are not good or reassuring, because in every dream I know that
I am experiencing my happy past and I have to live a dim future that is
absent one of my children. However, Casey, and hundreds of thousands of
other humans killed by BushCo, have no future and I wake up many times
each night missing my boy so badly and aching for all the moms in the
world whose lives have been upended by the villains in designer labels
who yucked it up over the exploits of "Barney the wonder-dog"
at the White House last week. I often marvel at how one person can endure
so much pain and longing.
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- I wish all I had to worry about was a stupid dress and
innocuous parties. But on that lovely, yet horrid, Palm Sunday in 2004,
I was forced by BushCo to experience what is truly a "woman's worst
nightmare," and due to their policies, I am, by far, not alone in
this unrelenting suffering.
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- I am surviving a "woman's worst nightmare,"
and all I do, I do for other mothers and their children.
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- Time and again, I will struggle to keep our families
intact and to protect them from the ruling elite of this world who think
nothing of killing our children and destroying the world to be able to
have their grand and glorious celebrations and enjoy their extremely ill-
gotten booty.
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- No one wants my nightmares.
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