Today is Mother’s Day and I’m going to set politics aside…Just for today.
There was never a day in my life that I can remember, and I can remember things that happened when I was 2 years old, that I didn’t know I was adopted. I grew up knowing it and, trust me, adoption ran rampant through my family.
I was adopted. My brother was adopted. My sister was adopted, cousins and more…Adopted. My mother, the one who adopted me was adopted herself.
Now then, my sister is my real sister and she was adopted my mother’s sister. Aunt Clara May and Uncle Horace had 2 boys of their own and wanted a girl. My mother and father had already adopted 1 boy and wanted another.
So, there wasn’t a day that I didn’t know I was adopted and not a single day that I didn’t know that my sister, whose parents were my aunt and uncle, was my real sister.
This arrangement, of course, made my sisters 2 brothers my cousins and it also made my brother and sister cousins to each other and it wasn’t until I was 6 or 7 years old that I realized…Not everybody’s family was set up in this manner. To us…It seemed normal.



Here we are again, at the end of yet another week. While we would like to report that there has been no liberal stupidity this week…
As we head into the back straight of the 2012 election, speeding toward November 6th, expecting the dirtiest campaign in history, one thing is clear.
Today, the FPI, (Food Police Idiots) the top law enforcement agency of the Nanny States of America, has issued an all points bulletin for a TERRORIST so vile, so despicable, as to be the cause of death and general mayhem to our nation’s children and children through the known world.
THIS is not going to end well.
These people, and I use THAT term loosely, who plotted the 9-11 attacks, killed 3,000 people and wished they could have done more, can’t focus on their trial because some women in the court proceedings at GITMO are not covered up from head to toe in hijabs???
refunding the man $197.
Is it any wonder…REALLY…that a guy with a made up birth certificate and a made up Selective Service registration would have a made up girlfriend with whom he had a made up conversation, recounted in what is supposed to be his actual autobiography?
