Canadian, Please


Canadian Please extols the wonders of Canada in rap form. You know what? Being Canadian doesn't sound half bad!

In the latest edition, America Magazine claims pro-lifers care only about the money in the health care bills, not the people, which makes us tools of the Republican party, as are all right to lifers.  The basis was an MCFL email of August 7, 2009 which was partly quoted and the rest "interpreted".  MCFL takes umbrage on behalf of the entire right to life community.

America has promised to print the following Letter to the Editor:

 
November 10, 2009

Letter to the Editor, America
I know it is standard for certain kinds of journalism to take statements out of context in order to misrepresent what has been said.  I had thought America was above such tactics until I read your November 2, 2009 article, "An Illusory Peace".  The author, William Bole, quotes from an email, which I sent to the members of Massachusetts Citizens for Life, to try to claim that Mass. Citizens is "more conservative than social".  By extension, he implies, the entire pro-life movement is such.  Mass. Citizens is typical of right to life organizations across the country: non-partisan, non-sectarian, and neither liberal nor conservative.
I could counter by stating the fact that the majority of the members of Mass. Citizens are Democrats who are classical liberals on non-social issues.  I will counter by looking at the August 7, 2009 email (which can be viewed at http://blog.masscitizensforlife.org/2009/11/how-you-and-i-will-stop-obamacare.html ). 

Directly above Mr. Bole's quote the email says,
"What do pro-lifers think of when we think of Obamacare?
abortion, euthanasia, denial of care, death counselling, rationing, no choice of insurance or provider, life and death decisions made by some czar, no conscience rights for doctors or patients

Is it possible to correct these things?  Some pro life congressmen tried to put in wording saying abortion would not be involved - wording was voted down!  If euthanasia were removed, there would be nothing left of the plan."

The next statement is a reference to universal health insurance in Massachusetts, the prototype, which is already running out of money and is, therefore, planning rationing - reported extensively in the NY Times and other media just prior to the Aug 7 email.  Mr. Boles obviously reads MCFL emails.  He is aware, then, that this is the only time during five months of intensive emailing that I mentioned finances. 
Mr. Bole's economic component is, in fact, a social component, not a conservative component.  If you spend all your money, you will have to ration care to patients and deny them treatment. 

Massachusetts Citizens for Life has run hundreds of radio and newspaper ads all warning that the various federal proposals contain abortion, rationing, and denial of care based on age or disability. 

We invite America to share our concern about abortion, euthanasia, denial of care, and especially about denial of conscience rights for doctors and patients.

Sincerely,
Anne Fox
President, Massachusetts Citizens for Life

Join Mass Citizens

Quote

7 Foods That Should Never Cross Your Lips - Lifestyle - MSN CA
Food scientists are shedding light on items loaded with toxins and chemicals--and simple swaps for a cleaner diet and supersized health

Halloween is one of my favourite times of year.

It is the time of year that people accept what you look like and who you represent. We dress up and strive to be as different an individual as we can. The more original we look the more people are fascinated with you (your costume). We need this mentality everyday!

Life's #1 Rule is...

I grew up in Trenton, a west Tennessee town of five thousand people. I have wonderful memories of those first eighteen years, and many people in Trenton influenced my life in very positive ways. My football coach, Walter Kilzer, taught me the importance of hard work, discipline, and believing in myself. My history teacher, Fred Culp, is still the funniest person I've ever met. He taught me that a sense of humor, and especially laughing at yourself, can be one of life's greatest blessings.

But my father was my hero. He taught me many things, but at the top of the list, he taught me to treat people with love and respect...to live the Golden Rule. I remember one particular instance of him teaching this "life lesson" as if it were yesterday. Dad owned a furniture store, and I used to dust the furniture every Wednesday after school to earn my allowance. One afternoon I observed my Dad talking to all the customers as they came in...the hardware store owner, the banker, a farmer, a doctor. At the end of the day, just as Dad was closing, the garbage collector came in.

I was ready to go home, and I thought that surely Dad wouldn't spend too much time with him. But I was wrong. Dad greeted him at the door with a big hug and talked with him about his wife and son who had been in a car accident the month before. He empathized, he asked questions, he listened, and he listened some more. I kept looking at the clock, and when the man finally left, I asked, "Dad, why did you spend so much time with him? He's just the garbage collector." Dad then looked at me, locked the front door to the store, and said, "Son, let's talk."

He said, "I'm your father and I tell you lots of stuff as all fathers should, but if you remember nothing else I ever tell you, remember this...treat every human being just the way that you would want to be treated." He said, "I know this is not the first time you've heard it, but I want to make sure it's the first time you truly understand it, because if you had understood, you would never have said what you said." We sat there and talked for another hour about the meaning and the power of the Golden Rule. Dad said, "If you live the Golden Rule everything else in life will usually work itself out, but if you don't, your life probably will be very unhappy and without meaning."

I recently heard someone say, "If you teach your child the Golden Rule, you will have left them an estate of incalculable value." Truer words were never spoken.

What you just read is one of 28 short chapters in The Power of Attitude. It was titled: "Rule #1...It's Golden."

If you're a fan of Simple Truths, you probably know by now that I love to communicate through stories; stories that can speak to our hearts and bring ideas to life. The Power of Attitude is loaded with great stories that can give you a shot of inspiration when you need it most.

Today, I'm pleased to offer the gift book with the DVD for only $10.00, a 37% savings off our regular price of $15.95. And don't forget...it makes a great gift for graduation or Father's Day! To learn more, just click here.

Live with Passion,

Mac Anderson
Founder, Simple Truths

This is the best time of year to connect with family and friends to show them just how much you care. We tend to disconnect throughout the year because responsibility of everyday life weighs heavy on us due to the many aspects of our lives. With a little focus and effort throughout the year we can carry these feelings of good will toward each other bringing more peace filled harmony into the world around us.

May everyday bring you closer to true happiness and harmony within your relationships. May the peace and love of the season find you contented during these turbulent times and remember we create our own reality. Through awareness of our actions and responsibility for our deeds we can have the life we all strive for.

 
Peace and Love sent your way today :-)

by: unknown author in the early 1900's

Inasmuch as I have evolved from my experience the one great secret of success for all worldly undertakings, I deem it wise, now that the number of my days is nearly counted, to give to the generations that are to follow me the benefit of whatsoever knowledge I possess. I do not apologize for the manner of my expression, nor for the lack of literary merit, the latter being, I wot, its own apology. Tools much heavier than the pen have been my portion, and moreover, the weight of years has somewhat palsied the hand and brain; nevertheless, the fact I can tell, and what I deem the meat within the nut. What mattereth it, in what manner the shell be broken, so that the meat be obtained and rendered useful? I doubt not that I shall use, in the telling, expressions that have clung to my memory since childhood; for, when men attain the number of my years, happenings of youth are like to be clearer to their perceptions than are events of recent date; nor doth it matter much how a thought is expressed, if it be wholesome and helpful, and findeth the understanding.

 
Much have I wearied my brain anent the question, how best to describe this recipe for success that I have discovered, and it seemeth advisable to give it as it came to me; that is, if I relate somewhat of the story of my life, the directions for agglomerating the substances, and supplying the seasoning for the accomplishment of the dish, will plainly be perceived. Happen they may; and that men may be born generations after I am dust, who will live to bless me for the words I write.

My father, then, was a seafaring man who, early in life, forsook his vocation, and settled on a plantation in the colony of Virginia, where, some years thereafter, I was born, which event took place in the year 1642; and that was over a hundred years ago. Better for my father had it been, had he hearkened to the wise advice of my mother, that he remain in the calling of his education; but he would not have it so, and the good vessel he captained was bartered for the land I spoke of. Here beginneth the first lesson to be acquired:

Man should not be blinded to whatsoever merit exists in the opportunity which he hath in hand, remembering that a thousand promises for the future should weigh as naught against the possession of a single piece of silver.

When I had achieved ten years, my mother's soul took flight, and two years thereafter my worthy father followed her. I, being their only begotten, was left alone; howbeit, there were friends who, for a time, cared for me; that is to say, they offered me a home beneath their roof, - a thing which I took advantage of for the space of five months. From my father's estate there came to me naught; but, in the wisdom that came with increasing years, I convinced myself that his friend, under whose roof I lingered for some time, had defrauded him, and therefore me.

 
Of the time from the age of twelve and a half until I was three and twenty, I will make no recital here, since that time hath naught to do with this tale; but some time after, having in my possession the sum of sixteen guineas, ten, which I had saved from the fruits of my labor, I took ship to Boston town, where I began to work first as a cooper, and thereafter as a ship's carpenter, although always after the craft was docked; for the sea was not amongst my desires.
Fortune will sometimes smile upon an intended victim because of pure perversity of temper. Such was one of my experiences. I prospered, and at seven and twenty, owned the yard wherein, less than four years earlier, I had worked for hire. Fortune, howbeit, is a jade who must be coerced; she will not be coddled.

Here beginneth the second lesson to be acquired:

 
Fortune is ever elusive, and can only be re- tained by force. Deal with her tenderly and she will forsake you for a stronger man. (In that, me- thinks, she is not unlike other women of my knowledge.)

 
About this time, Disaster (which is one of the heralds of broken spirits and lost resolve), paid me a visit. Fire ravaged my yards, leaving me nothing in its blackened paths but debts, which I had not the coin wherewith to defray. I laboured with my acquaintances, seeking assistance for a new start, but the fire that had burned my competence, seemed also to have consumed their sympathies. So it happened, within a short time, that not only had I lost all, but I was hopelessly indebted to others; and for that they cast me into prison. It is possible that I might have rallied from my losses but for this last indignity, which broke down my spirits so that I became utterly despondent. Upward of a year I was detained within the gaol; and, when I did come forth, it was not the same hopeful, happy man, content with his lot, and with confidence in the world and its people, who had entered there.
Life has many pathways, and of them by far the greater number lead downward. Some are precipitous, others are less abrupt; but ultimately, no matter at what inclination the angle may be fixed, they arrive at the same destination - failure. And here beginneth the third lesson:

 
Failure exists only in the grave. Man, being alive, hath not yet failed; always he may turn about and ascend by the same path he descended by; and there may be one that is less abrupt (albeit longer of achievement), and more adaptable to his condition.

 
When I came forth from prison, I was penniless. In all the world I possessed naught beyond the poor garments which covered me, and a walking stick which the turnkey had permitted me to retain, since it was worthless. Being a skilled workman, howbeit, I speedily found employment at good wages; but, having eaten of the fruit of worldly advantage, dissatisfaction possessed me. I became morose and sullen; whereat, to cheer my spirits, and for the sake of forgetting the losses I had sustained, I passed my evenings at the tavern. Not that I drank overmuch of liquor, except on occasion (for I have ever been somewhat abstemious), but that I could laugh and sing, and parry wit and badinage with my ne'er-do-well companions; and here might be included the fourth lesson:

 
Seek comrades among the industrious, for those who are idle will sap your energies from you.

 
It was my pleasure at that time to relate, upon slight provocation, the tale of my disasters, and to rail against the men whom I deemed to have wronged me, because they had seen fit not to come to my aid. Moreover, I found childish delight in filching from my employer, each day, a few moments of the time for which he paid me. Such a thing is less honest than downright theft. This habit continued and grew upon me until the day dawned which found me not only without employment, but also without character, which meant that I could not hope to find work with any other employer in Boston town.

 
It was then that I regarded myself a failure. I can liken my condition at that time for naught more similar than that of a man who, descending the steep side of a mountain, loses his foothold. The farther he slides, the faster he goes. I have also heard this condition described by the word Ishmaelite, which I understand to be a man whose hand is against everybody, and who thinks that the hands of every other man are against him; and here beginneth the fifth lesson:

 
The Ishmaelite and the leper are the same, since both are abominations in the sight of man, - albeit they differ much, in that the former may be restored to perfect health. The former is entirely the result of imagination; the latter has poison in his blood.

 
I will not discourse at length upon the gradual degeneration of my energies. It is not meet ever to dwell much upon misfortunes (which saying is also worthy of remembrance). It is enough if I add that the day came where I possessed naught wherewith to purchase food and raiment, and I found myself like unto a pauper, save at infrequent times when I could earn a few pence, or mayhap, a shilling. Steady employment I could not secure, so I became emanciated in body, and naught but skeleton in spirit.

 
My condition, then, was deplorable; not so much for the body, be it said, as for the mental part of me, which was sick unto death. In my imagination I deemed myself ostracized by the whole world, for I had sunk very low indeed; and here beginneth the sixth and final lesson to be acquired, (which cannot be told in one sentence, nor in one paragraph, but must needs be adopted from the remainder of this tale).

 
Well do I remember my awakening, for it came in the night, when, in truth, I did awake from sleep. My bed was a pile of shavings in the rear of the cooper shop where once I had worked for hire; my roof was the pyramid of casks, underneath which I had established myself. The night was cold, and I was chilled, albeit, paradoxically, I had been dreaming of light and warmth and of the depletion of good things. You will say, when I relate the effect the vision had on me, that my mind was affected. So be it, for it is the hope that the minds of others might be likewise influenced which disposes me to undertake the labor of this writing. It was the dream which converted me to the belief - nay, to the knowledge - that I was possessed of two entities: and it was my own better self that afforded me the assistance for which I had pleaded in vain from my acquaintances. I have heard this condition described by the word "double." Nevertheless, that word does not comprehend my meaning. A double, can be naught more than a double, neither half being possessed of individuality. But I will not philosophize, since philosophy is naught but a suit of garments for the decoration of a dummy figure.

 
Moreover, it was not the dream itself which affected me; it was the impression made by it, and the influence that it exerted over me, which accomplished my enfranchisement. In a word, then, I encouraged my other identity. After toiling through a tempest of snow and wind, I peered into a window and saw that other being. He was rosy with health; before him, on the hearth, blazed a fire of logs; there was a conscious power and force in his demeanor; he was physically and mentally muscular. I rapped timidly upon the door, and he bade me enter. There was a not unkindly smile of derision in his eyes as he motioned me to a chair by the fire; but he uttered no word of welcome; and, when I had warmed myself, I went forth again into the tempest, burdened with the shame which the contrast between us had forced upon me. It was then that I awoke; and here cometh the strange part of my tale, for, when I did awake, I was not alone. There was a Presence with me; intangible to others, I discovered later, but real to me.

 
The Presence was in my likeness, yet it was strikingly unlike. The brow, not more lofty than my own, yet seemed more round and full; the eyes, clear, direct, and filled with purpose, glowed with enthusiasm and resolution; the lips, chin, - ay, the whole contour of face and figure was dominant and determined. He was calm, steadfast, and self-reliant; I was cowering, filled with nervous trembling, and fearsome of intangible shadows. When the Presence turned away, I followed, and throughout the day I never lost sight of it, save when it disappeared for a time beyond some doorway where I dared not enter; at such places, I awaited its return with trepidation and awe, for I could not help wondering at the temerity of the Presence (so like myself, and yet so unlike), in daring to enter where my own feet feared to tread.

It seemed also as if purposely, I was led to the place and to the men where, and before whom I most dreaded to appear; to offices where once I had transacted business; to men with whom I had financial dealings. Throughout the day I pursued the Presence, and at evening saw it disappear beyond the portals of a hostelry famous for its cheer and good living. I sought the pyramid of casks and shavings.

 
Not again in my dreams that night did I encounter the Better Self (for that is what I have named it), albeit, when, perchance, I awakened from slumber, it was near to me, ever wearing that calm smile of kindly derision which could not be mistaken for pity, nor for condolence in any form. The contempt of it stung me sorely.

 
The second day was not unlike the first, being a repetition of its forerunner, and I was again doomed to wait outside during the visits which the Presence paid to places where I fain would have gone had I possessed the requisite courage. It is fear which deporteth a man's soul from his body and rendereth it a thing to be despised. Many a time I essayed to address it but enunciation rattled in my throat, unintelligible; and the day closed like its predecessor.

This happened many days, one following another, until I ceased to count them; albeit, I discovered that constant association with the Presence was producing an effect on me; and one night when I awoke among the casks and discerned that he was present, I made bold to speak, albeit with marked timidity. "Who are you?" I ventured to ask; and I was startled into an upright posture by the sound of my own voice; and the question seemed to give pleasure to my companion, so that I fancied there was less of derision in his smile when he responded.

 
"I am that I am," was the reply. "I am he who you have been; I am he who you may be again; wherefore do you hesitate? I am he who you were, and whom you have cast out for other company. I am the man made in the image of God, who once possessed your body. Once we dwelt within it together, not in harmony, for that can never be, nor yet in unity, for that is impossible, but as tenants in common who rarely fought for full possession. Then, you were a puny thing, but you became selfish and exacting until I could no longer abide with you, therefore I stepped out. There is a plus-entity and minus-entity in every human body that is born into the world. Whichever one of these is favored by the flesh becomes dominant; then is the other inclined to abandon its habitation, temporarily or for all time. I am the plus-entity of yourself; you are the minus-entity. I own all things; you possess naught. That body which we both inhabited is mine, but it is unclean, and I will not dwell within it. Cleanse it, and I will take possession."

 
"Why do you pursue me?" I next asked of the Presence. "You have pursued me, not I you. You can exist without me for a time, but your path leads downward, and the end is death. Now that you approach the end, you debate if it be not politic that you should cleanse your house and invite me to enter. Step aside, from the brain and the will; cleanse them of your presence; only on that condition will I ever occupy them again."

"The brain has lost its power," I faltered. "The will is a weak thing, now; can you repair them?"

 
"Listen!" said the Presence, and he towered over me while I cowered abjectly at his feet. "To the plus-entity of a man, all things are possible. The world belongs to him, - is his estate. He fears naught, dreads naught, stops at naught; he asks no privileges, but demands them; he dominates, and cannot cringe; his requests are orders; opposition flees at his approach; he levels mountains, fills in vales, and travels on an even plane where stumbling is unknown."

 
Thereafter, I slept again, and, when I awoke, I seemed to be in a different world. The sun was shining and I was conscious that birds twittered above my head. My body, yesterday trembling and uncertain, had become vigorous and filled with energy. I gazed upon the pyramid of casks in amazement that I had so long made use of it for an abiding place, and I was wonderingly conscious that I had passed my last night beneath its shelter.

 
The events of the night recurred to me, and I looked about me for the Presence. It was not visible, but anon I discovered, cowering in a far corner of my resting place, a puny abject shuddering figure, distorted of visage, deformed of shape, dishevelled and unkept of appearance. It tottered as it walked, for it approached me piteously; but I laughed aloud, mercilessly. Perchance I knew then that it was the minus-entity, and that the plus-entity was within me; albeit I did not then realize it. Moreover, I was in haste to get away; I had no time for philosophy. There was much for me to do, - much; strange it was that I had not thought of that yesterday. But yesterday was gone, - today was with me, - it had just begun.

 
As had once been my daily habit, I turned my steps in the direction of the tavern, where formerly I had partaken of my meals. I nodded cheerily as I entered, and smiled in recognition of returned salutations. Men who had ignored me for months bowed graciously when I passed them on the thoroughfare. I went to the washroom, and from there to the breakfast table; afterwards, when I passed the taproom, I paused a moment and said to the landlord:
"I will occupy the same room that I formerly used, if perchance, you have it at disposal. If not, another will do as well, until I can obtain it."

 
Then I went out and hurried with all haste to the cooperage. There was a huge wain in the yard, and men were loading it with casks for shipment. I asked no questions, but, seizing barrels, began hurling them to the men who worked atop of the load. When this was finished, I entered the shop. There was a vacant bench; I recognized its disuse by the litter on its top. It was the same at which I had once worked. Stripping off my coat, I soon cleared it of impedimenta. In a moment more I was seated, with my foot on the vice-lever, shaving staves.

 
It was an hour later when the master workman entered the room, and he paused in surprise at sight of me; already there was a goodly pile of neatly shaven staves beside me, for in those days I was an excellent workman; there was none better, but, alas! now, age hath deprived me of my skill. I replied to his unasked question with the brief, but comprehensive sentence: "I have returned to work, sir." He nodded his head and passed on, viewing the work of other men, albeit anon he glanced askance in my direction.

 
Here endeth the sixth and last lesson to be acquired, although there is more to be said, since from that moment I was a successful man, and ere long possessed another shipyard, and had acquired a full competence of worldly goods.

 
I pray you who read, heed well the following admonitions, since upon them depend the word "success" and all that it implies:

 
Whatsoever you desire of good is yours. You have but to stretch forth your hand and take it.

 
Learn that the consciousness of dominant power within you is the possession of all things attainable. Have no fear of any sort or shape, for fear is an adjunct of the minus-entity. If you have skill, apply it; the world must profit by it, and therefore, you. Make a daily and nightly companion of your plus-entity; if you heed its advice, you cannot go wrong.

 
Remember, philosophy is an argument; the world, which is your property, is an accumulation of facts. Go therefore, and do that which is within you to do; take no heed of gestures which would beckon you aside; ask of no man permission to perform.

The minus-entity requests favors; the plus-entity grants them. Fortune waits upon every footstep you take; seize her, bind her, hold her, for she is yours; she belongs to you.

 
Start out now, with these admonitions in your mind. Stretch out your hand, and grasp the plus, which, maybe, you have never made use of, save in great emergencies. Life is an emergency most grave.

 
Your plus-entity is beside you now; cleanse your brain, and strengthen your will. It will take possession. It waits upon you. Start tonight; start now upon this new journey. Be always on your guard. Whichever entity controls you, the other hovers at your side; beware lest the evil enter, even for a moment.

 
My task is done. I have written the recipe for "success." If followed, it cannot fail. Wherein I may not be entirely comprehended, the plus-entity of whosoever reads will supply the deficiency; and upon that Better Self of mine, I place the burden of imparting to generations that are to come, the secret of this all-pervading good, -the secret of being what you have it within you to be.

(THE END)

I just wanted to say with Christmas just around the corner things are going to get a little hectic now for the duration of the holidays. I hope everyone takes time out of their busy schedule to spend some quiet time focusing on the feelings of gratitude for what they have. Life sometimes has a way of overtaking us and we tend to forget the important stuff like family, friends and our own feelings. Sit quiet and ponder or contemplate this past year. What do you have in your life to be grateful for? Clear your mind and let the emotional gratitude sink into your body, mind, and heart like the warm rays of sunshine. It only takes a few minutes out of your day to feel grateful but the rewards will last a lifetime...

Announcing (RED)WIRE: Great Music Saves Lives

We are very excited to introduce a brand new offering from (RED), a digital music magazine called (RED)WIRE. When you sign up you'll receive exclusive music from the world's greatest artists every week, and people living with HIV in Africa will get the medicine they need to stay alive.
Sign up now and get two free issues on us. And on World AIDS Day, join us for an unprecedented online launch event and see performances you won't find anywhere else by some of the greatest talents on the planet.


Starbucks: Do Something Good Every Day

Our newest partner, STARBUCKS, introduces their (STARBUCKS) RED EXCLUSIVE beverages this Thanksgiving Day. For every purchase of an Espresso Truffle, Peppermint Mocha Twist and Gingersnap Latte at participating stores in the US and Canada between November 27th 2008 and January 2nd 2009, Starbucks will contribute 5¢ directly to the Global Fund.
To mark this World AIDS Day, on Monday only, Starbucks will contribute 5¢ for every single handcrafted beverage purchased at participating stores.
In honor of our partnership, the iconic Empire State Building will turn (RED) too. If you're in New York City, it's a great way to remember to do something good this World AIDS Day.
As Bono said, "It's pretty mind-blowing to think that millions of people can buy (RED) going about their daily lives and in doing so raise millions of dollars to fight AIDS in Africa. That's not a bad hit from your caffeine."

© 2006-2008 The Persuaders, LLC. All Rights Reserved.

International Fund for Animal Welfare
A Better World for Animals and People

Featured On:

    See All Our Gifts »   

An IFAW Gift for Animals allows you to help orphaned bear cubs in the name of a loved one.

Justice Before Charity Summit was held this past weekend, October 18/08 in Moncton NB to coincide with the International Day for the Eradication of Poverty.

Many people from around the province were in Moncton to speak on the programs in place that will help bring about the elimination of poverty in the province of NB.

"In alot of cases poverty is hidden" stated Deputy Mayor Pierre Boudreau, while recounting stories of his past experiences.

The remedy starts in your neighbourhood. There are many charities that can use your support of time and effort. We are entering the hardest season for some here in Canada where the harsh winters eat up money used on heating homes leaving little for groceries or the coming Christmas season.

Giving should be a year long event, not just during the Christmas season. Find a local charity, foodbank, or family that could use your support and give anyway you can through donations of food, time, clothing, or money. Every little bit brings hope and happiness to a family in need.

To check out the many charity organizations in the Moncton area you can attend the first Volunteer Expo and Conference to take place at The Moncton Coliseum October 24-25. It is free of charge to the general public and is expected to attract more than 100 exhibitors.

Attendees can take advantage of the free transportation by boarding any Codiac Bus and telling the driver you are attending "Hands Up".

Britain releases latest batch of UFO files


Britain's National Archives has released 1,500 pages of documents pertaining to UFO sightings in the country between 1986 and 1992....

Do you really believe we are alone in this universe?

Another Thanksgiving weekend is upon us and it is the time for family and friends to get together to celebrate happy times with good food. I am lucky enough to have a good bunch to celebrate with, my children and extended family. We will be chatting about the latest trends and family gossip while we eat our turkey with the many fixings' along with my favourite; desert! When I get together with family I always feel much gratitude for how we have grown as a family. We might not see each other as often as we'd like but we do stay in touch by phone or email and we know if the chips were down someone would come running, lending a helping hand.

I want to thank all my family and my extended family for always being there for me. I have become sort of a loner and more intense over the years but they put up with me anyway which is what families are suppose to do. Acceptance and unconditional love comes mostly from those closest to us or of blood relation.

I want to thank all my online friends and all the wonderful marketing people I have met over the years for giving me the encouragement to stick with my dream of an online business. I have learned alot and met wonderful people. I do hope to meet some in person over the next year or so and I plan to redo my website and add two of my own products (while working full time...whew) if my health permits.

I also want to thank the wonderful people I have met at The Moncton Hospital. They are the best bunch to work for and always have a kind word of encouragement for me.

I also want to thank my children and grandchildren for being the inspiration in my life. I would not be as grounded if it wasn't for them. I tend to be a bit of a rolling stone, moving often and changing careers but I am learning the importance of sticking with things until the harvest. They are the ones who give me hope for the future.

Even though I tend to like the warmer weather, I love this time of year for the celebrations that come our way. I look forward to Halloween and then Christmas as we can feel the joy of giving through the expressions on the children's faces as well as the adults. I hope you also remember this is the season of charity and there are many people who need our help as the winter months set in. Please remember your local foodbanks and give generously!

And if you are reading this I want to give thanks to you too. Happy Thanksgiving!

Look great and feel great while changing the lives of women and girls!

The Canadian Women's Foundation is delighted to announce a special fall promotion that will have you looking great and feeling great, while transforming the lives of women and girls across Canada!

Introducing Lauren Hutton's Face Disc, a new makeup and color-coded application system designed especially for women over 35.

A word from Lauren Hutton...

"Most makeup contains too much pigment, fillers, shiny mica and glitter that settles into fine lines, making women look older. My makeup is different. I've taken out all those aging ingredients and created a makeup that is sheer and lightweight, giving a natural, younger look."

Funds raised from this special promotion will go to the Canadian Women's Foundation to support programs across Canada that are working to end violence against women, move low-income women out of poverty and build strong, resilient girls.

Click here to purchase your Face Disc now!

Invest in the power of women and the dreams of girls...

Halifax Girls Club Participants (published with permission from ACTUA)

If you want to change the lives of women and girls across Canada donating to the Canadian Women's Foundation is the way to do it. Since 1991 we have donated more than $15 million to 825 grassroots initiatives across the country that are helping to end violence against women, move low-income women out of poverty, and build strong, resilient girls. We are connected to more than 3,000 women's organizations, and invest in the most effective approaches to creating long-term, sustainable change for women and girls in Canada.

As support for the Canadian Women's Foundation increases, so does our ability to fund more initiatives, increase the capacity of women's organizations across the country, and change the lives of women and girls across Canada.

Donate to the Canadian Women's Foundation today.

I want to write and make my mark on the world. Getting past the blocks so the words flow effortlessly is the challenge. Life gives us obstacles that can be compared to a writers block. How do we over come these blocks? A writer will do mind exercises to increase their creativity, waiting for that divine inspiration to hit.

We can approach obstacles with our own mind exercises. To start, use meditation, sitting quietly waiting for a thought or words to give the answers to overcome what is in our way. Or we can also use a journal to pour our emotions into. This is a great way to self analyze, going back over our daily logs weeks later to see what patterns and motivations are actually doing us more harm than good. Then we can make plans and create new positive habits to correct this.

Here is a great exercise for those who failed to reach their New Year's resolutions this year.

Take each failed resolution and write down your feelings toward each one. Include the why's, why it affects you, why you need to overcome this at this time. Write down the how's, how you feel about this, how it affects you, how better off you will be. Write the what's, what you are doing to move toward your goal, what you will do if you don't reach it, what will it do to you.

Now see the patterns that are keeping you from moving toward your goals. See any motivations that are keeping you from reaching that resolution...

This can unlock unconscious blocks, motivations, and feelings that you did not realize was there. It can also bring back memories that have long been buried. When this happens it is your unconscious blocks coming to the surface. Observe your feelings on this, write them down, let them go, and move on.

I hope this helps your approach to a solution for all those resolutions and close out 2008 on a healthier more successful note.

I just signed a petition asking G8 leaders and the UN Secretary General to commit to providing the food, seed, and fertilizer necessary to help some of the world's poorest countries beat the ongoing hunger crisis.

I hope that you'll join me in taking action here: http://www.one.org/international/un2008/?rc=un2008taf

We've seen aid achieve some amazing things in recent years - like over 29 million more children in school for the first time, and over 2 million more Africans with access to AIDS medications. But we must recognize the ongoing hunger crisis for the obstacle that it is and work to overcome it if we hope to continue our success.

So go back to that snack or hot meal and don't give these hungry men, women, and children another thought...

Or I hope that you'll join me in taking action here: http://www.one.org/international/un2008/?rc=un2008taf

by Denis Lemelin

July 7, 2008

Over the next few months, our Conservative federal government is
conducting a review that will determine the future of universal, public
postal service in our country. This review is pretty much a secret review,
and it could be bad news for good people.

The government's review will look at three very basic and important
questions: What postal services should people receive? Who should provide
them? And should Canada Post continue to have an exclusive privilege to
handle addressed letters, or should the letter market be open to
competition?

Anyone who thinks that a little competition never hurt anyone might
want to take a closer look at how our postal system actually works. Canada
Post has an exclusive privilege to handle letters so that it is able to
generate enough money to provide affordable postal service to everyone, no
matter where they live.

While the exclusive privilege isn't often discussed, most people
seem to like what it does. In fact, 91 per cent of respondents to an Angus
Reid poll said universal postal service at a uniform rate is one of the
really great things about Canada Post.

Unfortunately, our popular and egalitarian one-price-goes-anywhere
service could disappear. If the government decides to eliminate our post
office's exclusive privilege as a result of its review, Canada Post would
almost certainly face a downward spiral. Private sector competitors would
focus on profitable areas and services, leaving unprofitable parts to our
public post office. With fewer profits, Canada Post would find it
increasingly difficult - and eventually impossible - to provide uniform and
affordable service, especially in rural and remote parts of the county.

Even though the Conservative government's review could change the
very nature of our postal system, the Tories are not planning on holding
public hearings or doing much to publicize their examination of Canada
Post. They have issued a media release asking for submissions by September
2, 2008. Their advisory panel is contacting 'major stakeholders.'

The fact that the government is not holding public hearings and is
proceeding at a breakneck pace with its review suggests that it is not
really interested in hearing from the real owners and stakeholders of our
post office ? the public.

It is also disturbing that the chair of the review has written a
book, entitled The Politics of Postal Transformation, that recommends that
the federal government eliminate the exclusive privilege. Aside from the
obvious, it is disturbing because the few countries that have fully removed
their post office's exclusive privilege or monopoly on letters have
suffered. They now have fewer jobs, less service and higher postal rates
for people and small businesses.

As is, our basic postage rate currently ranks as one of the lowest
in the industrial world. Letter mail is secure, cheap, on time 96.1 per
cent of the time and delivered to everyone at a single price. In a recent
national poll, Canada Post surpassed the CBC and the Supreme Court as the
most trusted federal institution in Canada.

This is not to say that our post office is perfect. But it is worth
noting that it will be difficult for Canada Post to improve service if the
government eliminates the mechanism that funds public postal service - the
exclusive privilege.

If you like your secure, trusted, affordable and universal postal
service and think the federal government is trying to fix something that
isn't broken, contact the Canada Post Strategic Review at 330 Sparks Street
Ottawa, Ontario, K1A 0N5, and speak your mind by September 2, 2008.

You might want to express concerns about post office closures. Last
time the Conservatives were in office, they closed about 1,500 rural post
offices before being stopped by public outrage and an election defeat.
Don't forget to mention that a speedy review without public hearings is
hardly a democratic way to decide the fate of our publicly owned post
office.

Denis Lemelin is the president of the Canadian Union of Postal
Workers.

Disclaimer: I received this in my inbox and thought it was an interesting

read. The facts have not been verified by me. LR

---

         ~Paula Passed This Along ~

A really great story - animals are such teachers

 

Just beautiful!

PORK CHOPS

 

In a zoo in California , a mother tiger gave birth to a rare set of triplet tiger cubs. Unfortunately,due to complications in the pregnancy, the cubs were born prematurely and due to their tiny size, they died shortly after birth.
The mother tiger after recovering from the delivery, suddenly started to decline in health, although physically she was fine. The veterinarians felt that the loss of her litter had caused the tigress to fall into a depression. The doctors decided that if the tigress could surrogate another mother's cubs, perhaps she would improve.
After checking with many other zoos across the country, the depressing news was that there were no tiger cubs of the right age to introduce to the mourning mother. The veterinarians decided to try something that had never been tried in a zoo environment. Sometimes a mother of one species will take on the care of a different species. The only 'orphans' that could be found quickly, were a litter of weanling pigs. The zoo keepers and vets wrapped the piglets in tiger skin and placed the babies around the mother tiger. Would they become cubs or pork chops??
Take a look...

 

 

Now, please tell me one more time .......?
Why can't the rest of the world get along???

---