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A Movie Review
Wow. This was a great movie. I always enjoy a movie that gets you thinking about things on a level you are not used to thinking of things on lol, if that makes sense. This is one of those movies. Very well done, let me tell you a little about the beginning of the movie here.

It starts out with Tommy Lee Jones narrating that he is a sheriff and it shows scenes from Texas, the desert and he is talking about how times are changing. Basically saying that crime is worse, people have no morals and the whole world seems to be going to hell in a hand basket and he just can’t understand why. Then the scene shows a deputy in the desert and he has this guy who is all dressed in black handcuffed with his hands in the back of him and he’s putting him in the squad car. He takes this offender into custody and gets him to the county jail. There he makes a phone call, and calls his boss, Tommy Lee Jones. He is on the phone explaining that the guy was caught with an oxygen tank that had a hose attached, while you can see the fellow in the back ground slipping his cuffed hands under his legs and over to the front. Then this weirdo starts creeping up behind the unaware deputy who is still talking on the phone. Right when the deputy says he has everything under control and hangs up, the offender wraps the cuffs chain under the chin of the deputy and proceeds to choke him to death. Which he does but it takes a realistic 5 minutes of a choking scene for him to do it. It was done quite well if you ask me. You really get a sense that the offender is a right crazed lunatic. Later on, we will come to find out his name is Antwon Sugare. So now Antwon is loose. Antwon makes his way to the highway in a squad car and pulls over the first motorist he sees; a middle aged business man type. He gets out of the car and he has what looks like an oxygen tank with a tube and nozzle attached to it. He approaches the citizen and tells him to step out of the vehicle. I don’t understand why the citizen listened, because Antwon was looking all crazed and clearly he wasn’t dressed in a policeman uniform. He kind of looks like a young Roy Orbison, same haircut. Anyways, the unfortunate business man gets out of the car and Antwon asks him to hold still while he aims the nozzle at his forehead and blows a hole in it. Now he has himself a new vehicle.

Next scene: we have a regular looking cowboy Mexican dude who is in the desert. He is hunting for some caribou I guess is what it looks like. So he is on this ridge and he is aiming his high powered scope rifle at this heard and he takes his aim and fires. BANG, it looks like he hit one! But they all run off. So with a sigh he heads over to where he shot. He finds a bit of blood and realizes he only wounded the animal. Looking over yonder he sees something off in the distance and using his scopes recognizes it is a wounded pit bull. Hmm interesting. He follows it. He gets to a ridge and looking down into a ravine like area he can see 4 short box pick up trucks and what looks like the aftermath of a shootout. There are several bodies lying about. He heads down there and checks things out. He finds a bunch of dead men, cause of death is clearly bullet wounds, and finds one barely alive in one of the trucks. He asks him where the last man standing is, and the near dead man asks him for some water. The Mexican tells him that he has no water and goes and looks in the back of the truck. There is a tarp and when he lifts it up he sees the entire area is filled with blocks of white powder. Now he looks around. As a viewer you have to be smart enough to know he wants to know where the last man standing is, because most likely he will have the money. As clearly there was money involved in this little scenario. So the Mexican heads out into the desert looking for him, and finds him dead near a tree not to far away. Clearly he died from the bullet wounds he got from the shootout. There is a huge black attaché case near him and when the Mexican looks inside, he finds it is filled with blocks of cash, he assumes it is to the tune of around two million dollars. He takes it and starts his long trek through the desert back to his car, and then back to his crappy trailer park unit with his simple wife. When he gets home we find out his name is Lou Ellen. He tells his wife that he just found a bunch of money and seems happy. Next thing you know, it is a bit later on and he is filling up a 4 liter just of water and saying he has forgotten to do something. I guess he felt guilty about leaving the near dead guy at the shootout scene without any water.

He goes back there and it is now dark. Leaves his truck parked up on the ridge and goes down on foot. He gets to dead guys truck with the water and dead guy is not in the truck anymore. The drugs don’t seem to be in the back either, and now there are lights of another truck up near his own truck. He hides behind a tire and watches. The bandits up on the ridge shoot out the tires on his truck and then getting into their own 4 wheel drive, head down towards him. He starts running. They see him and start after him until they run him over this edge and he falls into water rapids. They send a dog after him, one of those pit bulls the drug dealers are using in this movie. He gets ashore and just has enough time to shoot the lunging dog in the head.

So now he knows drug dealers are after him for that money. Antwon lands up being the guy who is the leader of this out fit so Lou Ellen has to deal with him as well. Woody Harrison is hired to help the police track down this Antwon character as it seems he is internationally known. This movie has great dialogue, great acting, lots of action, blood curdling gun wound cleaning scenes, and a psychotic mental killer of a level that is near incomprehensible. Antwon makes jigsaw look like a good guy. Don’t miss this one!

Today my husband Stig and I watched the show ‘Steve-O’s Demise and Rise’ which is the story of a member of the Jackass crew being addicted to drugs and alcohol, hitting rock bottom and then getting sober. Prommie had told me it was worth a watch and she was so right, if you haven’t seen it yet give it a view. Seeing the show reminded Stig of his own Steve-O story. Stig and his mates at University were Jackass fans, they were loyal viewers of the Jackass show, had seen the Jackass movie and Stig had the ‘Don’t Try This At Home’ DVD. They each had several stories of how they had injured themselves trying to do Jackass style stunts, the one about the time “that knob-head Dave tried to jump five stacked up patio chairs on a skateboard and landed on his nuts while his glasses skittered down a drain hole” is a favorite. Outside the Hard Rock club they frequented there were boards that advertised who was appearing each week and when they saw that Steve-O was scheduled to be there they were stoked! They all bought tickets in advance and their bud Powelly rode two hours to go with them. Powelly wasn’t at University with them because he was a bit of a drop out, he was into motorcycles and had a job at a bike shop back home.

The night of the show the venue was sold out with the max capacity of 2,500 people packed shoulder to shoulder on the top floor of the club. There was no opening act, Steve-O came out immediately with Party Boy, Ryan Dunn and Preston. Stig “thinks” wee man was there but he can’t remember for sure, their crew had smoked quite a bit of hydro before heading to the show so it’s no big surprise that he can’t recall. He does remember the part where Party Boy stapled Steve-O’s left nut to his left thigh, his right nut to his right thigh and his cock to his stomach. He remembers the part in the show where Steve-O does the tequila stunt, snorting salt off his hand, slamming a shot of tequila then squeezing a wedge of lime into his eye. He remembers Party Boy doing his trademark dance and the crew torturing the fat guy Preston and lots of puking as usual. He remembers the crowd being totally wild with ear shattering chants of “DO IT DO IT” that would turn to clenched teeth groans at the thought of the pain being endured on stage. The collective “GAAAHHHH!!!” as the crowd would look away in simultaneous shock and horror when something particularly heinous occured. But the most exciting part of the show for Stig was not actually anything that was happening on stage, it was when Powelly passed out while standing right next to him.

On stage Steve-O had just taken a light bulb and held it by the silver base up against his head while somebody else smashed it with a hammer. He then took the broken bulb and jammed the glass shards into his tongue and twisted it, then with blood running down his chin he chewed up the broken glass and ate it while grinning insanely and laughing the whole time. Because they were packed in so close together Stig could tell immediately when Powelly’s legs gave out and as Powelly was slumping towards the floor Stig yelled at the guy standing on the other side of him “Grab him!” They each put one of his arms around their neck and supported him human crutch style with his feet dragging on the floor “like a dead guy’s” as they made their way through the crowd to the exit. The two of them managed to get him down the stairs while slapping his face as he was fading in and out. Stig said “His face was white as a sheet and his lips were purple. He was huffing and puffing, he couldn’t breathe right. He was fully messed up! Powelly was a big lad, as big as me, I had never seen him this way, none of the times we had been out drinking or smoking, I was really worried about him.” When they got to the bottom of the stairs this guy standing in the hall said “Hey, is he one of the ones that’s passing out?” The guy motioned for them to follow him into a room where there were about forty or fifty people, most of them in groups of three with two friends trying to wake up a third that had passed out.

Once Powelly had come to his senses and could talk he explained how the light bulb being twisted in the tongue had sent him over the edge. They exchanged stories with some of the other people in the “fainting room” about what disgusting part of the act had done them in then went back upstairs to watch the rest of the show. There was about a half hour of sick stunts left and Stig said he and his pals started noticing that other people were dropping like flies, they would point them out to each other “Look, there goes another one up in the balcony! There went one over on the side!” Stig thinks the grand finale might have included fire eating or fire blowing, he is shaky on the details but dead certain that fire was involved. Afterward, they walked back to their friends Karen and Jo’s place who lived nearby (the two girls who smuggled weed out of Amsterdam in their bras, but that’s a different story) and fell asleep on mattresses on the floor. Stig says when he woke up he was being spooned by a man which was weird and “really odd”. He said nobody ever gave Powelly a hard time about the whole passing out thing because he was a favorite among the group and well respected. He stayed with them a couple of more days before riding his motorcycle back home.

Stig wound up his nostalgic tour with this retrospective, “Powelly never did come stay with us again after that. He ended up living in the pavilion on the cricket pitch for a while. In exchange for living there he promised to play for the local team so he didn’t have to pay rent. You could tell he was there if you saw his motorcycle parked outside, it was like a little house. They loved him down at the cricket club, he could have been a professional player if he hadn’t gone off on binges. He was an all-rounder who could both bat and bowl, even with a fried head Powelly was still their best player. They would come knocking on the pavillion door trying to wake him up on game days but he would be out of it. The club ended up getting fed up because he never played any games and kicked him out. He moved back with his Mum and Dad for a while and then with his girlfriend. The last time i saw him he was in possession of a gun that he had been given by a gangster who didn’t want to be caught holding it because it had been used in some sort of crime, the trigger bit was broken off though.” The story ends here for now because Stig began musing, thinking of his good chum Powelly and his University days while I came here to tell it to you .

I would like to share with you a beautiful heart warming story. Unlike the chilling events from earlier years, this particular story is very spiritual and almost magical. Being a very special time of year, Mother’s Day weekend with the moon at her fullest, I believe this would be very appropriate.

My youngest daughter had moved very far away. I often thought of her and missing her of course; and praying for her safety and well being. It seemed as though when I would think of her a lot; I would hear from her. This one particular Saturday afternoon during the early spring, I received a call from her. She seemed full of despair and total unhappiness. She mentioned how upset being away from the family made her feel. Sharing all these emotions with me; I could actually feel her pitiful energies from over all those miles away.

I asked her if she would indulge me and accommodate me with a very special ceremony I needed to do. She said, “Of course mommy”. She called me that until her early twenties. I used to love that. She asked me what she needed to do.  I told her, all she had to do was go outside and look up at the full moon at a certain time, we were I few hours apart, and she had to picture my face up there. I told her how I was going to be wearing my hairstyle and also the beautiful earrings she had sent me. I didn’t know why I had to tell her how I was going to be styling my hair that night but I felt it was important, maybe even crucial. She agreed to this. This had to be done in perfect timing.

That evening, I went to the park, just before midnight. It was a beautiful warm night; I had offered what I needed to offer for my prayers. I looked up at the beautiful full moon and started to pray; I asked that beautiful moon to take all that pain my daughter was experiencing in her life’s journey; so far away and so alone. The unbearable hurt she was being subjective to and the abuse in that relationship, all her confusion and un-decisiveness, her feeling of being so all alone and unloved, and so terribly homesick.

During my prayers in that ceremony as I was looking up at that beautiful full moon, I was picturing my darling daughter’s face up there as well – it was then that I started to feel all those incredible emotions, my eyes filled with so many painful tears and memories of being lost, unwanted and unloved. Unable to contain myself at that point, feeling so overwhelmed, I could barely make out that beautiful moon as I neared the end of my ceremony. The last thing I had said was that if it was meant to be, please return my daughter safely to me.

As I turned away from the moon, and started back to my car, something stopped me, I know not what and I looked up again at that beautiful moon in all her glorious fullness. I saw my daughter’s face up there and I heard a soft voice whisper “I love you mommy”. As I turned away I realized it was her soft voice.

Upon reaching my apartment, I had to call my daughter. My housemate was home  waiting up for me; he said, “you have to be very careful with those full moon ceremonies”, I guess he was a little concerned on how I looked when I walked in. I looked quite spent, and very pale. I was actually feeling beside myself. I never ever quite felt like that before, ever in my life.

He quickly went to fetch me a hot cup of tea; I had to sort of catch my breathe; before I dialed my daughter. It was around 12:30 a.m, my time and 10:30 p.m. her time.

When I finally reached her, she was so excited. She said, “Oh mommy I was so worried earlier, I couldn’t see where the full moon was because of the overcast”. But she decided to keep trying to find it after she bought her stamps. All of a sudden as she was looking up; the clouds started to part and there in all her beautiful glory was that full moon. My daughter then told me, she started to picture my face up there – with those pewter earrings on and my special hair style. After a time she started to cry – but these were tears of joy and happiness. She told me she no longer felt terribly homesick and all alone. You see I had taken that from her. Those were all the painful emotions I brought home that night. I later told her what she said to that full moon as she looked up, before the clouds covered her again. I told her, she said “I love you Mommy” and she started to cry. Our full moon ceremony was affirmed, with the last little statement. She had told me that – that was exactly what she had said, verbatim.

A couple of months had passed and I was at the airport to see my beautiful daughter returning home. It was one of life’s many lessons, I’m sure a lot daughters experience. Prayers do get answered, with or without full moon ceremonies. All it takes is faith, hope and the power of prayer.

During full moon ceremonies, one has to burn their kept hair in the sacred fire, you see the hair is very important. It is known is some cultures as the extension of ones own spirituality, that’s where ones own strength comes from. This was the importance of the hair being mentioned during that special night of the full moon.

This being my gift to you all, Happy Mother’s Day, on this beautiful full moon weekend.

Danielle Durocher had been a witch for just over 40 years. It wasn’t until she was well into her thirtieth year that she realized she had the gift. Her gift was that of having the ability to foretell the future, as well as the ability to see the events surrounding a person’s past and present. Upon her awakening as she liked to refer to it, Danielle was guided by spirit to attend a small church of spiritualists. She had been a member of this congregation for six years and there was never any incident, until Esre Woods joined.

Esre Woods was a dark witch. She used her gifts for personal gain. She would contract with individuals who paid her to cast spells for them. She cared not for the spiritual price the ignorant folks who used her services paid. It didn’t take long after Esre joined the church before Danielle began to hear the rumors of the kind of craft the Woods woman practiced. Jeremy Williams had visited the woods woman for help because his business was failing. Two weeks later he picked up a huge contract that would see his company busy for the next three years, and one month after that his son lost both legs in a terrible biking accident. The widow Harrison paid the woods woman large sums of cash in the hopes of finding herself another mate. One with whom she could spend the rest of her days with before she died. It wasn” but one month later that she met Ray Colburn. Ray and the Harrison widow were married the following month, and the month after that Mr. Colburn murdered her by poison. He almost got away with it except for the fact that the Harrisons dog was also poisoned and this somehow had led the police to solve the murder. Danielle considered these all to be rumors, but what she saw from the people who told the stories was all truth. Esre always appeared to be cordial and pleasant to her, but as soon as Danielle had started hearing the rumors of her craft, Esre started giving her that knowing look. The one that says, Yes that is who I am, do you challenge me? Danielle couldn’t be bothered. However, she started to keep a close eye on Esre and used her own herb mixture to protect her self from any spell the witch might try to use on her.

After one particularly grueling spiritual service where a demon was exorcised from a young Irish boy Danielle couldn’t wait to get home. When she got there she was compelled for some reason to park her car in the back. She normally just parked on the street but when Danielle was suddenly compelled to do something, she listened to her intuition. As soon as she got out of her car she felt something was wrong. She got a sense of a heavy weighted negative energy was trying to surround her. She shrugged it off and continued on towards the house. When she got to the gate the negative force of energy she felt earlier suddenly hit her hard enough that she stopped dead in her tracks. Danielle had stopped just outside her gate. She looked down and there strewn across the pathway to her gate were hundred of pins and needles. Danielle knew these were thrown there as part of some kind of spell that was being worked on her. She leaned down and grabbing all the pins and needles in one scoop of her hand said loudly, This will not work here. No sooner were the words out of her mouth than the foreboding negative energy vanished. Holding the pins and needles in her hand, careful not to prick herself, Danielle deposited them into the trash bin.

Danielle’s home security system tapes recorded no one placing those pins and needles at her back gate, but this did not mean they were not placed there. Danielle herself knew of several tricks that allowed her to become invisible to video recorders. The technologies that were available in this day and age were still no match for the magic of a true witch. Danielle didn’t really expect to see Esre placing those pins and needles at her gate on her video recordings, however, she could still see her doing it. She knew there was an easy way to find out if Esre was trying to put spells on her and so she mixed herself up a very special potion. Danielle took her potion with her the next time she went to the Church. Once the night’s ceremonies were completed, Danielle brewed up some tea and added her potion to it. When the tea was steeped, she began offering it to the ladies present. When Danielle offered a cup to Esre Woods the woman was barely able to hold back a screech while she choked out, I can’t drink that! After which she turned and ran from the room. Danielle laughed softly and said out loud, No Ma’am. You can not.

The potion Danielle had made was designed to reveal who had planted the pins and needles at her back gate and that is exactly what it did. After that night Esre Woods was never seen at the Church again.

After two days in the ‘hole’, ‘rubber room’, whatever u wanna call it, I prefer hell! We were sent back to general population with all the lovely ladies of Hopkins county. Gina and I were put in a room together and locked off from population once again,but the others could walk the halls and peer in and talk to us. BUT we did have 1 bed (a hard slab sticking out of the wall)2 mats which smelled like ass and cigars! A toilet, a sink, and a gimpy shower. We didn’t have bars, we had a solid door and walls with a tray hole.
For the first two hours we constantly seen pair after pair of eyeballs staring at the fresh meat! “What you need? I can get it for you!!” They would say. I needed the fuck outta there! They couldn’t swing that one though!
Gina was still a sqawlin’ ass idiot who i was already to hang by any means possible just to shut her the fuck up!
Reality was about to set in for me I guess. I had been in a daze. In the rubber room for 2 days,and now for 2 days in this room where u know we couldn’t get out and go to the day room and hang out with the other girls, not that I wanted to, but hell…….U know on occasion a couple of girls would stop by the tray hole and say hi and say here is a few smokes i know this is hard on you. Our light bulb had blown the first day there and they just left us in our cell for two days in the dark. We were given 3 meals a day and they were eaten best in the dark, believe me! unsweet tea was always served in these tall plastic glasses that would not fit thru the tray hole. It took poor Gina forevah to figure out to put your hand on top of it and turn it sideways to get it in. lmaoooo it was very entertaining to watch!
I wondered what had become of our friend Jim and a girl named Jackie was on work duty there and said she would ask around about him. Later on that day she returned with a note from him saying he was still there and plus about a million I AM SO SORRY written all over it. He said he had called his brother and he was trying to come up with some money to get us all out……Our bond was set at TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS EACH!!!
I had called My cousin Marie and told her to get money from somebody at the juke, but DO NOT CALL MY DADDY!
Well i get a note from the guards that says call this number it is urgent. It was my home phone number……………….my heart sank, it was my Dad and I knew it……………………………………..I could have thought of a million and one ways of torture I would have gladly endured to keep from having to call him and hear the sound of his broken disappointed heart voice. I was SO ashamed of myself he was the ONE I did care what he thought. That walk to the phone and I could hear my heart pounding and it was so hard to breath. Tears streamed down my face as i dialed the number and I don’t think I even said my name when the recording asked for it, I just sobbed.
In an instant he said “hello?”and i fell to pieces right there. He was patient and gave me time to get it together a little bit and he said “Baby I love you and don’t EVER think you have gone too far and you can’t call me, I will always be here for you!”
OMG did I ugly cry for real! He got nothing else outta me for the entire call because i was just a blubbering retard sounding fool.
MY Daddy loved me and I felt SOOOOOOOOoo unworthy!…………………………………………………