USA Calling For the Extradition of Snowden

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From: http://news.slashdot.org/story/13/06/10/1134226/usa-calling-for-the-extradition-of-snowden?utm_source=rss1.0mainlinkanon&utm_medium=feed

 

Taco Cowboy writes”Edward Snowden, the leaker who gave us the evidence of US government spying on its people is under threat of being extradited back to the U.S. to face prosecution. Some people in Congress, including Republican Peter King (R-NY), are calling for his extradition from Hong Kong to face trial. From the article: ‘A spokesman for the director of national intelligence, James Clapper, said Snowden’s case had been referred to the justice department and US intelligence was assessing the damage caused by the disclosures. “Any person who has a security clearance knows that he or she has an obligation to protect classified information and abide by the law,” the spokesman, Shawn Turner, said.'”

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The Brick!!!

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The Brick!!!


A young and successful
executive was traveling down a neighborhood street,
going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was
watching for kids darting out from between parked
cars and slowed down


when he thought he saw
something. As his car passed, no children appeared.
Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag’s side door!
He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to
the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry
driver


then jumped out of the
car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up
against


a parked car shouting,
‘What was that all about and who are you? Just what
the heck are you doing? That’s a new car and that
brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why
did you do it?’ The young boy was apologetic.
‘Please, mister…please, I’m sorry but I didn’t
know what else to do,’ He pleaded. ‘I threw the
brick because no one else would stop…’ With tears
dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth
pointed to a spot just around a parked car. ‘It’s my
brother, ‘he said ‘He rolled off the curb and fell
out of his wheelchair and I can’t lift him
up.’


Now sobbing, the boy
asked the stunned executive, ‘Would you please help
me get him back into his wheelchair? He’s hurt and
he’s too heavy for me.’


Moved beyond words,
the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling
lump in his throat.. He hurriedly lifted the
handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took
out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh
scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything
was going to be okay. ‘Thank you and may God bless
you,’ the grateful child told the stranger. Too
shook up for words, the man simply watch ed the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk
toward their home.


It was a long, slow
walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very
noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair
the dented side door. He kept the dent there to
remind him of this message: ‘Don’t go through life
so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to
get your attention!’ God whispers in our souls and
speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don’t have
time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It’s
our choice to listen or
not.


Thought for the
Day:


If God had a
refrigerator, your picture would be on
it.


If He had a wallet,
your photo would be in
it.


He sends you flowers
every spring.


He sends you a sunrise
every morning Face it, friend – He is crazy about
you!


Send this to every
‘beautiful person’ you wish to
bless.


God didn’t promise
days without pain, laughter without sorrow,sun
without rain, but He did promise strength for the
day, comfort for the tears, and light for the
way.


Read this line very
slowly and let it sink
in…


If God brings you to
it, He will bring you through
it.

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BEING A MOTHER

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After 21 years of marriage, My wife wanted me to take
another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, “I
love you, but I know this other woman loves you and
would love to spend some time with you.”

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was
my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the
demands of my work and my three children had made it
possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for
dinner and a movie.

“What’s wrong, are you well,” she asked?

My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a
late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of
bad news.

“I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some
time with you ,”

I responded. “Just the two of us.”

She thought about it for a moment, and then said, “I
would like that very much.”

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her
up I as a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I
noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our
date.

She waited in the door with her coat on. She had
curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had
worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.

She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an
angel’s.

“I told my friends that I was going to go out with my
son, and they were impressed,” she said, as she got
into the car.

“They can’t wait to hear about our meeting.”

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant,
was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if
she were the First Lady.

After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes
could only read large print. Half way through the
entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there
staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.

“It was I who used to have to read the menu when you
were small,” she said.

“Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the
favor,” I responded.

During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation,
nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events
of each other’s life. We talked so much that we missed
the movie.

As we arrived at her house later, she said, “I’ll go
out with you again, but only if you let me invite
you.” I agreed.

” How was your dinner date?” asked my wife when I got
home.

“Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,”
I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart
attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have a
chance to do anything for her.

Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of
a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I
had dined.

An attached note said: “I paid this bill in advance.

I wasn’t sure that I could be there; but nevertheless,
I paid for two plates – one for you and the other for
your wife. You will never know what that night meant
for me. I love you, son.”

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying
in time: “I LOVE YOU” and to give our loved ones the
time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more
important than your family. Give them the time they
deserve, because these things cannot be put off till
“some other time”.

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to
normal after you’ve had a baby … somebody doesn’t
know that once you’re a mother , “normal” is history.

Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by
instinct, somebody never took a three-year-old
shopping.

Somebody said being a mother is boring … somebody
never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a
driver’s permit.

Somebody said if you’re a “good” mother, your child
will “turn out good”… .somebody thinks a child comes
with directions and a guarantee.

Somebody said “good” mothers never raise their voices
somebody never came out the back door just in time to
see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbor’s
kitchen window.

Somebody said you don’t need an education to be a
mother…. somebody never helped a fourth grader with
his math.

Somebody said you can’t love the second child as much
as you love the first … somebody doesn’t have two
children.

Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to
her child-rearing questions in the books…. somebody
never had a child stuff beans up his nose or in his
ears.

Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is
labor and delivery….somebody never watched her
“baby” get on the bus for the first day of
kindergarten or on a plane headed for military “boot
camp.”

Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes
closed and one hand tied behind her back ..somebody
never organized seven giggling Brownies to sell
cookies.

Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her
child gets married….somebody doesn’t know that
marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a
mother’s heartstrings.

Somebody said a mother’s job is done when her last
child leaves home….somebody never had grandchildren.

Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you
don’t need to tell her…. somebody isn’t a mother.

Pass this along to all the “mothers” in your life, and
to everyone who ever had a mother. This isn’t just
about being a mother, it’s about appreciating the
people in your life while you have them….no matter
who that person is.

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