The Chinese execution of a Tibetan woman for "fomenting
a rebellion". She wasn't quite marxist enough, I suppose.
Probably wouldn't even be accepted by A.N.S.W.E.R or
Mr. Soros.

But note the headshot. This is common practice in
Chinese justice. It ties Chinese medicine to Chinese
slaughter, in that this is done so that organs can be
harvested.

Of course, China is a progressive community. A worthy
model for Florida courts and Florida healthcare.

And if any US State Department flunky claims otherwise,
he shouldn't expect to be believed.

Some yahoo blowing in here from a college of osteopathic
medicine opines:

"That's funny, I pretty much feel that if they intervene
in the Schiavo case, that we will no longer live in a
democracy but rather a theocracy -- with Bush as God.
Go figure."
Knott 03.24.05 - 1:08 pm #

Well, see, judge Greer has forbidden Terri Schiavo to be
given any food or drink. Even by mouth. That goes way
beyond withholding artificial life support and jumps
straight into the realm of murder.

In principle, it is no different from locking you, Mr.
Knott, up with no food or water until you die. Or blowing
your head off. Or letting Mr. Zarqawi having a go at your
throat with sharp utensils. Or delivering you to some
Mengele-clone with bright ideas of poisons and the creative
use of heat and cold. Murder is murder. It is illegal.

So, one wonders - are you looking to be one of these guys
in white coats helping creatures like Mr. Greer usher in
the "brave new world"? Ready to pull the plug on people
which the apparatchiks in the judiciary deem worth clearing
off, is that it? And don't want any nasty interference
from religious people or - Wen Jiabao forbid - a "theocracy"?

Just a small word of caution. People espousing murderous
systems often find themselves on the receiving end of the
very mob they thought would serve them, and which they
sought to serve. This tend to surprise them no end.

Funny thing, that. It's almost as if their brains were
mostly water.

"Hapless Ernst"
Born November 28, 1887
Perished from a moronary July 1, 1934

There is now only two possible outcomes of the Terri
Schiavo case. Either Terri is taken into protective
custody and her life saved, or the US will have undergone
a de facto coup d'etat by the judiciary branch. It will be
a new state, where murder by judge and henchmen is legal
and where the President is a helpless figurehead.

Jeb and George W. Bush had better take note: at the
moment, America is very rapidly forfeiting its long
and hard-earned credibility when it comes to respect
for life and human rights. This one is worse even than
G.W. Bush letting his flunky Ms. Rice run around in the
middle east trying to carve Israel up in chunks. The
plate isn't full without being heaped, it seems.

One of the latest developments in the Schiavo case is
an offer from a German hospice to care (and I mean
care, not offer her up to Michael Schiavo behind
locked doors) for free. Imagine that. Old Europe.
Old Euthanasia-land. Trying to wrest an American
euthanasia-victim away from a maniacal legal system
bent on homicide.

Time is of the essence. It may be too late. Send
in the marshals.

AND JAIL GREER NOW!

So, at long last, after shameless obstructions by such
luminaries of the "party of death" as Bawney Fwank, the
house passed legislation allowing Terri Schiavo's
parents legal standing in her case. The papers were
rushed to the White House, where President Bush waited
to sign them - having broken off his schedule to be
able to deal with this on an emergency basis. There
is an ambulance waiting to whisk Terri away from the
hospice where people with drugs and guns are enforcing
her judicially ordered murder, as soon as a federal
judge can give the order.

And then what happens? The federal judge gets the
case on his desk before dawn. And he looks at his
watch, and he yawns, and he has breakfast and lunch
and decides to have a look at this thing at three
PM. That's almost twelve hours, folks. I can
only surmise that he's one of these creatures put
in place by Mr. Clinton, that über-Democrat with the
talent for slick criminality.

The swinishness in this case seems bottomless. And
it is bringing out a very uncomfortable truth:
There is less and less difference between USA 2005
and Germany in the thirties. The euthanasia crowd
is moving with great purpose in the US, just as they
did in Germany, and just as they did in the US back
before their plans were rudely obstructed by the
unforeseen war with Herr Hitler. As in the German
thirties, there's a large segment of the population
supporting euthanasia (and also totalitarian policy
a la National Socialism). There's an enchantment
with racism and antisemitism, the wildly antisemitic
religion of Islam being prpagandized by the US Dept.
of State, on the State Department website, no less.
And the whole odious mess is aided, abetted and to a
great degree designed by the Democrats, who is no
longer a political party. They cannot be thought of
as a political party any more than Hamas, al Quaida,
Erich Honnecker's Stasi, Germany's Bader Meinhof
gang, or Vidkun Quisling's Nasjonal Samling.

Much has been made of the "government intrusion" in
the Schiavo case. But the vicious and vulturelike
figures circling over Terri's deathbed seem to have
forgotten that the whole murderous process wouldn't
be possible without active participation of the State.

Judge Greer - who may or may not be legally a Judge
(there seems to be some doubt about his mandatory oath
of office), is not only slightly batty but legally
blind as a bat and cannot drive a vehicle - even
morphed briefly into a medical man in order to point
the process of death in the right direction:


George Greer, a Pasco-Pinellas circuit judge, ruled
the tapes fail to prove Terri Schiavo's brain still
works.

``She clearly does not consistently respond to her
mother,'' the judge wrote in 2002 after hearing from
five doctors with divided opinions. ``The court finds
that based on the credible evidence, cognitive function
would manifest itself in a constant response to stimuli."

Amazing, isn't it? Now here's Greer - with a background
as a county commishioner (in parallel with one of the
board members of the hospice tasked with extinguishing
Terri Schiavo, btw) and as a lawyer into sleazy business
dealings:

"When he was a county commissioner George Greer met with
the mayor and two commissioners from Largo, Florida to
try to convince them to allow his clients to build more
condominiums than codes allow on the golf course they owned.
This was at a time when he was a county commissioner who
acted on issues affecting Largo. In 1990 Greer was publicly
criticized for being one of four commissioners who took a
boondoggle trip to the Cayman Islands ostensibly to look at
the water desalinization plants there."

And now he's an authority on cognitive function.

American polls are said to still be showing a 60% plus
count for letting Michael Schiavo and the state of
Florida murder an innocent, as long as it happens in
"privacy".

The vultures are mostly featherless now, naked and ugly
and wrinkled and pinkish and red. The American public
has learned to love the smell.

Let's hope the good judge never falls into a reverie
or a fudge - sorry, I mean a fugue (falling into fudge
is for Bawney), lest it turns into a "reverie of bone".

Florida. The place to stay away from. Where you
do NOT want to have a brush with healthcare.

an old man appears &
moves in a tired dance
amid the scattered dead
gently they stir

-- Jim Morrison

Good ol' Morrison. Or not so good, depending. He
certainly was a strange duck. And most certainly
he was a rather nasty human being. According to
his dorm-mates at university, he would greet kids
trick-or-treating by appearing stark naked at the
door and scarfing his housemates's food and wearing
their clothes, all the time carefully noting their
reactions. I shouldn't even call him "duck", I
guess, since one of his stunts is said to be the
stomping to death of his girlfriend's pet duck.

Anyway. One of his dorm-mates, in those good old
days before Michael Schiavo got a bee in his bonnet
that his wife Terri should really be dead after
having collapsed mysteriously back in 1990, and
before George Felos started getting "messages of
power" from God, was the now so familiar judge
Greer.

Yep. The same Greer who recently issued an edict
that even if Terri Schiavo should be able to eat
normally, she would be denied food. That is, active
measures would be taken to kill her (starve her to
death) quite beside any issue regarding withholding
"artificial life support".

It is, of course, very difficult to call something
like this anything but premeditated murder.

But murder the Florida legal system and Mr. Schiavo
seems hell-bent on, and they seem in an awful hurry.
You have to ask, why the hurry? Not only to have
Terri Schiavo killed, but to have the remains disposed
of - by cremation - before any examination can take
place?

As I said, I got a scenario the other day. From
someone else's dream.

Terri is by the phone. She's furious, leaning forward
towards her husband, screaming at him, her arms behind
her. And then, pow, just like that, a punch. She falls
backwards and hits her head, fairly high up. Her jaw is
dislocated or suffers some other kind of damage. And
today she's fully conscious but paralyzed and unable to
speak. Maybe some day, but probably not before ending
up in the oven.

Just a dream, Michael. Clairvoiants, remote-viewers,
all that kind of stuff doesn't exist. So this is just
a "what if" exercise.

And Mr. Felos, what does he have to gain from the whole
thing? Apart from money, that is - a substantial chunk
of the medical settlement awarded to the Schiavos and
meant to go toward her rehabilitation and care. Now,
Mr. Felos might properly be called a strange duck his
own self. An activist for euthanasia, he's written a
book. I'll just put up a fairly telling quote here:

"The Jewish people, long ago in their collective
consciousness, agreed to play the role of the lamb whose
slaughter was necessary to shock humanity into a new
moral consciousness. Their sacrifice saved humanity at
the brink of extinction and propelled us into a new age."
(pg 240)

Elsewhere he refers to the holocaust as "uplifting",
claims that God has told him he's more powerful than
he imagines, and fantasizes about bludgeoning his ex-
wife to death.

It seems to me that it's no coincidence that this person
is in the euthanasia crowd. What seems strange to me
is, of course, that he's not kept in a padded room.

Wonder why life tends to dump so many turds together,
with just a few degrees of separation. Is there some
physical force - a kind of magnetism of evil? Or is
it just an effect of what is in my native tongue (in
particular among oldtime seal-hunters up in the ice)
expressed as "Når faen drit, så drit han i donge" -
when the devil craps, he craps in a heap?

Did I say clairvoyants didn't exist? Morrison seems
to have had a remarkable vision. If he actually
foresaw what so many Americans would become, no
wonder he broke.

Nitzana feels compelled to add further detail to the dream Cache has partially described.

It wasn't simply a dream in that sleep had come and a dream ensued afterwards. Before the *dream* there was a swift and sudden pain under the left ear from about the middle of the bottom of the chin, that was so intense I could not close my mouth for nearly an hour.
It was extremely painful and took every ounce of will in my possession to overcome the pain and finally close my mouth so that my teeth met.

It was not a punch. It was an open backhand. It was so hard that I literally bounced backward and nearly blacked out. At first, I did not understand, but I had been trying to reach Terri using certain gifts that I have long possessed. This had started at least a week before the *punch* episode Cache is referring to.
I had prepared the best I could. Having gone through this kind of thing before, one tries to set protections in place because it takes a horrendous amount of concentration and energy and is often mentally and emotionally draining. I never do this lightly, but with great purpose.

The intent was to let her know I was there to help her and to elicit enough trust from her to learn the truth; find Terri's injuries and TEACH her where to go within her own mind to heal herself.

When I felt I was ready, I sought her. Furthermore, I found her. I had expected to feel fear from her, but even before she detected my presence, I encountered a wall of absolute hatred and rage that blew me right away. I had to back off because it was so overwhelming it shocked me.

She KNOWS what has been going on, but her rage had stopped her from progressing. She could not get past it. It was in control to the point where all of the other mechanisms she could have used were overshadowed and the rage became the protective mechanism to prevent the pain. She was losing.

After I shook off the initial onslaught, I went back. I moved more carefully and quietly without confronting her and touched her lightly.

"Terri, I am here to help you. I am your friend. Please help me to help you."

Were I to tell you everything, you would think I am crazy, but I am to the point where it doesn't matter anymore. I am what I am. So I will simply finish the *punch.*

THIS from Terri:

She tells me she is drugged.
Michael Schiavo is a very cruel man, a sociopath who can drip with honey while hiding the darkest evil inside. He had been unfaithful before but had always managed to make it seem that it was somehow Terri's fault. She was too fat. She was too thin. She wasn't exciting. She wasn't good enough. HE needed something more than she could offer.

She fell into depression. She tried not to be fat. She tried to be the beautiful woman Michael said he needed to make him happy. Terri's self esteem was her weakest vulnerability since childhood and he played it for all it was worth...

It worked too well.

Terri, being the daughter of a devout Catholic mother was torn inside and torn outside. There seemed to be no way out until the day Michael went too far. His cruelty that day was more than she could bear. After all she had put herself through to become the perfect woman Michael said he wanted, Terri was informed that Michael was cheating on her yet again.

Pain and rage welled up in Terri to the point she decided to face him down no matter what. She felt sick and dizzy with anger. Her breath was short, but she yelled at him. She planted her feet and faced him with her fists clenched, her arms rigid behind her, and bent her body slightly forward so she was looking him directly in the face. It was not the Terri Michael could so easily control so he smacked her with an open backhand just under her jaw. She flew backwards and hit something...a cabinet, a table, something solid that had a curved top without a sharp edge. She bounced forward and her head hit that curved top. The way she fell, her head was bent forward and when she bounced off the solid thing she hit, her head hit the curve almost near the back of her head on the left side, approximately 2 inches above her ear. It is a softspot. Easily damaged.

I can still feel that pain whenever I touch that spot on my own head just slightly. Believe me, it is there. If I push on it, I can feel where all the nerves reach down into the top of my nose, the right side of the boney ridge above my eye, the bone along the bottom of my eye. It also reaches into my jaw and below my left ear as though it had been dislocated, but not broken and not treated because it seemed to fit with the story Michael told and was simply overlooked since there was no sign of visible injury. It affects the top of my nose somehow so that it makes me sneeze.

I have taken Terri on walks THROUGH the 23rd Psalm. Sometimes I have to pull her along, and sometimes I just watch her with her face upturned to the sun. She stands with her eyes closed, the sun on her face and smiles. I have walked with her in shallow water so she could feel the water on her flesh, splashed water on her arms and face so she could feel the coolness and the wetness and told her G-d is with us.

When reciting the Prayer, it is always OUR Shepherd, We shall not want. He maketh US to lie down in green pastures. He restoreth OUR souls..etc.

When we get to the part about preparing a table before us in the presence of our enemies, there appears all manner of puddings and ice creams. Terri tastes with her finger, and when she gets to chocolate ice cream, she is delighted as a child. She dips her finger in and repeats this until the ice cream is gone.

I hold her hands and gently rub her arms with my fingertips.

Yes. Much more than dreams.

As I have taken on at least the partial symptoms of her injuries and felt the pain, and now that I know exactly where concentration needs to be, as I have worked to heal myself, I have worked in the same way to show Terri the places in her own brain she must tap for the resources to make herself better including over-riding whatever drugs they have zombied her down with.

There is not the shadow of a doubt in my mind that she understands and is doing all she can within herself to force the healing process though there is much to overcome.

PLEASE do not this this lady be murdered, because MURDER it surely is.

Pleading has no effect on the corrupt or the corrupted. Someone has to get her out of these peoples' hands ASAP!

The day of Terri Schiavo's premeditated murder, at the
hands of her husband Michael, the euthanasia advocate
Felos, and judge (really?) Greer is drawing nigh. We'll
have to see, I guess, what can be done to thwart this
evil process driven by the Florida legal system - which
seems to have business interests in a hospice turned
killing machine, and a lawyer who writes about inflicting
death with something looking queasily like fetishism.

One wonders why, exactly, Florida is unable to shut down
the hospice of Suncoast Florida when the institution
appears to owe the feds around 15 million dollars which
it got its mitts on by claiming that patients were
terminal when they weren't. Those non-terminal terminal
patients - what happened to them eventually? Did they
survive their brush with Suncoast, where the strange Mr.
Felos served on the board of directors?

And the good judge, Mr. Greer - he recently judged that
no one is to try and feed Terri by mouth. Yes, you heard
right. If anyone tries to give Terri a piece of donut,
and she's able to eat it, presumably Florida law enforcement
or some hospice angel of death or a representative of the
mob will be on hand to deliver a firm smack on the hand.
One wonders exactly how far the "judge" is prepared to
go: if Terri's father insists on giving his daughter some
scrap of food, will he personally be willing to shoot
Mr. Schindler?

I'm glad I'm not a judge. I'm afraid I'd have the trio
Mr. Greer, Mr. Schiavo and Mr. Felos flung in jail.

Just a shortie term. Six months, tops. No biggie.

But I'd let them share a cell. And I wouldn't feed them.
And I'd let them take just a couple of personal items each.

A knife and a fork.