"When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another --- a decent respect for the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation ...
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness ... That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness ...
And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor."
Penned in 1776, these words read today like a frightening threat to the status quo by extremely literate terrorists. In 2008, when one is hard put to discover the slightest trace of "sacred honor" in any American leader, male or female, this document shames us by contrasting our forefather's highest hopes to an American reality almost inconceivably base.
Waging a war of choice (based on lies) against a nation that was no threat to America is a Nuremberg-grade war crime instigated by a man (and his advisors) who declared our Constitution to be "just a piece of paper", and, who with the support of a complicit Congress has openly enrolled you and me in the grisly club of Nations Who Torture People.
Horsewomen in the Boulder Creek Independence Day parade. In BC's "Deadwood Days" (shortly before my wife Betsy & I moved here in 1969) these women would be carrying guns.
The Bookworm Float built by Friends of the Boulder Creek LibraryNine puppies not yet weaned being offered for holding, petting and future adoption in front of the Lighthouse Surf Museum in Santa Cruz, CA. That's August O'Connor on the left cuddling two of the fuzzy little darlings. Shortly afterwards the sun went down, a tiny crescent moon appeared in the West and fireworks displays exploded all along the beachfront.