Re: [OpenHeroWars] Digest Number 69

From: Pete Darby <pete_darby_at_SFFYYd1CJaXTIPnKdSyCTUCvZo_uGNnaTUSI5qgw_om0syKhZSZdmx5vCPW8B2fH6>
Date: Wed, 30 Apr 2003 13:54:04 +0100


"now son, what if you hear some noises from down the street that sound like it might be him beating his wife, but could be the TV, what do you do?"

"Whip out your shotgun and blow the fricker to pieces because we got burgled last yearby a hispanic guy, and his grandad was from puerto rico?"

"That's my boy"



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>Subject: [OpenHeroWars] Digest Number 69
>Date: 30 Apr 2003 08:57:41 -0000
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>Topics in this digest:
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> 1. re
> From: "aranwyth" <david.boatright_at_IpneSC2LS7nmGUrgxQuNu-XfbsAUH5uhuWh34mgr4DjS6Vy2jPGsQkwYm3NQjBgTP_Mg7RTHLcenhZ6pNmeHk8I69g.yahoo.invalid>
> 2. Re: re
> From: Graham Robinson <graham_at_bz_fOdPUtgJ-CVnQ8nfXtoLmjz7aCeFbG2rZPbaZ2XO1GVhPvuOhD357c7TkLowzZ9Hgk5osSlMM_FeoMO6Gug.yahoo.invalid>
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>Message: 1
> Date: Wed, 30 Apr 2003 00:32:43 -0000
> From: "aranwyth" <david.boatright_at_IpneSC2LS7nmGUrgxQuNu-XfbsAUH5uhuWh34mgr4DjS6Vy2jPGsQkwYm3NQjBgTP_Mg7RTHLcenhZ6pNmeHk8I69g.yahoo.invalid>
>Subject: re
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>Lt. Commander Bill Goss, USN (Ret)
>
>Recently my nine-year-old son wanted to know why we were at war. My
>husband looked at our son and then looked at me. My husband and I
>were in the Army during the Gulf War, and we would be honored to
>serve and defend our country again today. I knew that my husband
>would give our young son a good explanation.
>
>My husband thought for a few minutes and then told my son to go
>stand in our front living room window. He told him: "Son, stand
>there and tell me what you see." "I see trees and cars and our
>neighbors' houses." he replied.
>
>"Okay, now I want you to pretend that our house and our yard is the
>United States of America and you are President Bush." Our son
>giggled and said "okay." "Now son, I want you to look out the window
>and pretend that every house and yard on this block is a different
>country."
>
>"Okay Dad, I'm pretending."
>
>"Now pretend you see a man come out of his house, dragging his wife
>by her hair. That man represents Saddam Hussein. He is hitting her,
>and you see she is bleeding and crying. He hits her in the face, he
>throws her on the ground, then he starts to kick her. He keeps
>kicking her and kicking her until she loses consciousness. Their
>children run out, and they are crying and screaming for him to stop,
>but they can do nothing because they are just little kids. They are
>afraid of their father because they have seen him beat up their
>mother before, and he has beaten them up too when they tried to
>protect her. Son, you see all of this....now what are you going to
>do?"
>
>"Dad?"
>
>"What do you do son?"
>
>"I call the police, Dad."
>
>"Okay. Let's pretend that the police are the United Nations and they
>take your call, listen to what you tell them, but they refuse to
>help. What do you do then son?"
>
>"But Dad, the police are supposed to help!"
>
>"They don't want to help, son, because they say that it is not their
>place or your place to get involved. They tell you that it is none
>of your business and that you should stay out of it."
>
>"But Dad, he's killing her!" my son exclaims.
>
>"I know, son, but the police tell you to stay out of it. Now I want
>you to look out the neighbor who you're pretending is Saddam. He
>turns around and starts doing the same thing to his children."
>
>"He's killing them?"
>
>"Yes, son, he is. What do you do?"
>
>"Well, if the police won't help, then I'll go to our next-door
>neighbor and ask him to help me stop him," our son says.
>
>"Son, our next door neighbor sees what is happening, but he refuses
>to get involved as well. He won't even open the door," my husband
>says.
>
>"But Dad, I need help! I can't stop him by myself!"
>
>"Are you just going to watch out the window while he kills his
>family? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO, SON?"
>
>Our son starts to get upset.
>
>"I'm sorry, son, but no one is going to help you. The police won't.
>Your neighbors won't. The vicious man across the street SAW you ask
>for help, and he saw that no one would help you stop him. Guess what
>he does next son?"
>
>"What Daddy?"
>
>"He walks across the street to Mrs. Brown's house. He breaks down
>her door and drags her out into her yard. He hits her and kicks her
>until she stops moving. He goes into her house and starts stealing
>all her stuff. Then he drags her back into her house and sets it on
>fire. He turns around and sees you standing in the window. He laughs
>at you because he knows that no one is going to stop him from doing
>this to all the neighbors. WHAT DO YOU DO?"
>
>"Daddy..."
>
>"WHAT DO YOU DO?"
>
>Our son looks down and he whispers, "I close the blinds, Daddy."
>
>My husband looks at our son with tears in his eyes and asks
>him. "Why?"
>
>Our son starts to sob. "Because the police are supposed to
>help...people who need it....and they won't help....You always say
>that neighbors are supposed to HELP neighbors, but they won't help
>either... they won't help me stop him...I'm afraid....I can't do it
>by myself...Daddy.....I can't look out my window and just watch him
>do all these terrible things and ...and.....do nothing...so....I'm
>just going to close the blinds....so I can't see what he's
>doing........and I'm going to pretend that it's not happening."
>
>Now I start to cry.
>
>My husband looks at our nine-year-old son standing in the window,
>our son looking ashamed at his answers to my husband's questions.
>Then my husband says, "Son, look at me."
>
>Our son looks up from his tears.
>
>"Son, that man is at our front door. There is no one here, but you
>and your mom and your sister. And now he's breaking down the door.
>What are you going to do?"
>
>My son looks at his father, anger and defiance in his eyes. He balls
>up his little fists and looks his father square in the eyes. Without
>hesitation he says: "I'm going to fight him, Dad! I can't let him
>hurt my mom and my sister! I have to fight him now. I'll get my
>baseball bat and when he comes in the door, I'll hit him."
>
>I see a tear roll down my husband's cheek and he grabs my son to his
>chest and hugs him tight and cries..."It's too late to fight him
>now, son. He's grown too bold and too strong and he's already at
>your front door. You should have stopped him BEFORE he killed his
>wife, BEFORE he killed his children, BEFORE he attacked the
>neighbors. You have to do what's right, even if you have to do it
>alone, before it's too late," my husband whispered.
>
>What I just described to you is why we are at war with Iraq. When
>good men stand by and let evil happen, it's the greatest evil of
>all. Our President did what was right. We had to remove Saddam from
>power, so that we can continue to live in a free world. A world
>where we have the courage to look out from our windows and, when we
>see crimes against humanity, we take action against them.
>
>So that my nine-year-old son won't grow up in world, where he feels
>that if he just "closes" the blinds, the horrible things happening
>to other people in the world won't affect him or his family."
>
>I hope you understand the lesson my husband tried to teach our son.
>And I hope you continue to support our President, our country, and
>our troops
>
>
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>Message: 2
> Date: Wed, 30 Apr 2003 08:20:14 +0100
> From: Graham Robinson <graham_at_bz_fOdPUtgJ-CVnQ8nfXtoLmjz7aCeFbG2rZPbaZ2XO1GVhPvuOhD357c7TkLowzZ9Hgk5osSlMM_FeoMO6Gug.yahoo.invalid>
>Subject: Re: re
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>Well that was the biggest pile of bollocks I've ever seen. You stopped
>taking your happy pills, David?
>
>--
>Graham Robinson
>graham_at_bz_fOdPUtgJ-CVnQ8nfXtoLmjz7aCeFbG2rZPbaZ2XO1GVhPvuOhD357c7TkLowzZ9Hgk5osSlMM_FeoMO6Gug.yahoo.invalid
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