Busy days

In the last seven days, I have done the following "extras" around the house (my allergies notwithstanding):

- Cleaned out and reorganized all kitchen cabinets. This is when my allergies started acting up, and while they are better this week, I have not stopped blowing my nose and rubbing my eyes.

- Replaced a toilet. The base of the old one had been broken ever since we moved into this house (a chunk of the porcelain was missing in the back where it sat on the floor). It was hard to clean, and once I cut myself really bad on the jagged edge. Because of the hole, the drain pipe was slightly exposed to the open air (rather than the air being blocked by the water in the toilet), and with the temperatures rising, it started to smell in the bathroom. I thought it was just little boys with poor aim, but lo and behold, the smell has been gone ever since I replaced the toilet.

- Tore up the carpet and baseboards in one bedroom, installed a dividing wall, and painted the whole room. Installing new flooring (laminate) this week in hopes that it will make my allergies better. This room so far has been the kids' playroom, but after the floors are in it will become our bedroom, and Solomon (who currently shares a bedroom with his other two brothers) will move into what was our bedroom up until then (after I replace the carpet with hard floors in there, too). I swept up insane amounts of dirt and dust that had collected under the carpet pad. Carpets in Arizona are a horrible choice for people with allergies. I had to wear a dust mask while doing it, and it was still very bothersome.

(There is a little bit of paint missing along the top of the ceiling on the right. I need to get my husband's ladder from his office to finish it. Also, you can still see the blue painter's tape in this picture, which I have since removed.)

- Cleaned out and reorganized one bedroom closet. I think my closet is the only one in the house that never gets disorganized.

- Canned 10 half-pints of raspberry jam. I wasn't planning on making more jam, but the organic raspberries were on sale at Sam's Club. Total cost for all these jars was about $14.


- Canned 27 lbs of peaches. After we ate a lot of the peaches fresh, we still had enough to fill 8 quart jars. I think it will be wonderful to have later in the year when there are no fresh peaches to be had - at least not any that are sweet and juicy.


My husband was gone for most of this last week, so I usually worked at night after the kids were all in bed. Why then is it that when I go to bed at night, I still feel like I didn't get anything or not enough done? I think most moms feel the same way. It helps to sit down and reflect on how much we did get done, rather than think about all the things that went undone (like laundry, mopping, yard work, and an endless list of other chores).

Next are pictures of my wonderful little sidekick and kitchen assistant, Becky. Can you tell she really liked the raspberry jelly? She already looks very much like John, and so much the more because she was wearing his old hand-me-down pajamas.





I have also been making an effort to take the kids on a special outing or field trip every single day during summer break, and since the beginning of June, there have only been a couple of days that we didn't do anything. More on that (and lots of photos) in another post I have been working on.

If you are pregnant...

... and don't want a C-section, it is imperative that you inform yourself NOW, while you are still expecting. The sooner the better. Don't wait until the late stages of your pregnancy, when your doctor starts telling you that the baby is too big, your pelvis is too little, you are overdue, the baby is breech, there is too little amniotic fluid, you are developing pre-eclampsia, you are too fat, too old, or a number of other issues that are either fabricated or could have been avoided/dealt with naturally.

Please don't think it couldn't happen to you. C-sections rates across the nation's hospitals are at an all-time high of 34%, but are as high as 70% in some hospitals. Florida and New York must be about the worst places to have a baby from what I've heard. Rates are only expected to continue their sharp upward trend as VBACs become almost unattainable with many doctors and at most hospitals (thanks to the stipulations of their malpractice insurance underwriters).

Many women have been led to believe that having a Cesarean is not that big of a deal any more, and that it is perfectly safe. Please stop and take the time to read this article about a lady who had a cesarean due to her baby presenting breech. She almost died. I wonder how common it is for this to happen and we never hear about it. The nurse who is writing about it is new, so I'm guessing complications such as this occur frequently.

Did you read the article? No? Go read it right now, seriously.

But even if Cesareans were perfectly safe (which they are not), they could also limit how many children a woman would be able to have. The risks associated with this major surgery increase in number and severity with each additional C-section, and three is generally considered the max for any woman.

So back to what I was saying, if you are pregnant and planning on having a hospital birth, please do all you can to educate yourself now. Even if you are not wanting to have a home birth, you can read many pregnancy books written by midwives, glean from their childbearing wisdom, and take that knowledge to the hospital with you. Some suggestions of mine would be:

- Ina May's Guide to Childbirth
- The Thinking Woman's Guide to a Better Birth
- Silent Knife
- The Natural Pregnancy Book
- Heart and Hands
- The Complete Book of Pregnancy and Childbirth

and many others that you can find crossreferenced on Amazon. It is unlikely that you will find any of these books at your local bookstore. About the worst book to read during pregnancy is "What to Expect When You're Expecting", which must be why so many OBs give it out for free to their patients.

A lot of great information is also available online on websites such as Unnecesarean, ICAN, and My Best Birth.

I also liked a recent documentary, "The Business of Being Born". Because of a few brief but somewhat graphic scenes (given the nature of the subject), I would only recommend this to be viewed by other women.

Of course, the situation is much different with home births, which continue to maintain very low rates of hospital transfers leading to Cesareans. While hospital births and midwife-attended home births have about the same numbers for infant and maternal death (or in favor of home birth, depending on the study), home births have much, much lower rates of intervention. What that means is that home births achieve the same results without all the trauma, pain, blood, and gore.

Please do not wait until you are in labor and your doctor plays the "dead baby card" to educate yourself. It is YOUR responsibility and nobody else's to ensure the health and well-being of your child. If you suffer at the hands of an ignorant and conceded doctor, it is your own fault if you did not take the time to educate yourself first, but rather blindly followed "doctor's orders".

One great change that you can make today that helps prevent many pregnancy-related complications is to start following the Brewer Pregnancy Diet.

If you do plan on having your baby at a hospital, tour all the ones in your area that your insurance will cover, and pick the best one, then find out which of their (female) OBs is the best, i.e. has the lowest intervention rates. I would never recommend male OBs because aside from the fact that I think it is a perverted job for a man to have, they also know nothing about the female body. It's like having a mechanic doing your dental work. Getting all this info can be time consuming, but it is well worth your effort. You can call the maternity departments and ask them about their rates for C-sections and other interventions.

You should also definitely look into having a doula at your birth. A doula is not a midwife, but is a skilled birth attendant whose role it is to help and support the mother, and advocating for her safe and natural birth. She can help you decide if the doctor is just trying to pressure you into a C-section because he wants to get home in time for the ballgame, or if your baby really is in immediate danger. Going to the hospital without a doula is like going to court without an attorney.

The most common objection I hear against doulas is that it would hurt the feelings of the pregnant woman's husband, and as ridiculous as that may seem, I can see that being a real issue. While certainly most moms would prefer their husband to be at the birth for emotional support, that does not always translate into the ideal physical support. Because men are men, they may end up pushing on the wrong spot at the wrong time, or too hard. I remember during one of my labors I was in the late stages and very thirsty. Between contractions, I managed to ask my husband to bring me some ice water. By the time he got back, I was in the middle of a long and hard contraction that took all my strength and concentration. He didn't even notice, and proceded to try to force the drinking straw through my grit teeth. I snapped at him to get him to stop, and he was puzzled why I didn't drink the water I had just asked for. Practically speaking, you will get a lot more comfort from somebody who knows what you are going through.

Also, be very, very picky about whom you allow to attend your birth. Hospitals have gone from not even allowing the woman's husband to now having fullblown parties in the birthing suites while the laboring woman is hopped up on an epidural. If at all possible, I would recommend having only people who have had positive birth experiences themselves, and who do not work in the healthcare industry. People who had traumatic births themselves, and the ones who work to produce them, are filled with and lead by fear. Fear of the unknown and the unpredictable. The last thing a laboring woman needs is insane fabricated scenarios of what all could go wrong. Leave Eeyore at home and call after the baby is born. When it comes to birth attendants, less is definitely more.

Finally, think twice about whom to accept advice from. Decide what you want the outcome of your birth to be, find other women who have already successfully achieved what you want to achieve, and then do what they did. If you go to the hospital expecting a birth experience as peaceful and natural as somebody else had at home, you will be sorely disappointed.

Remember, it is your responsibility as a parent to act in the best interest of yourself and your child. You cannot rely on a doctor to do what is your job.

And the winners are...

Many thanks to all who participated in my giveaway. I randomly chose two winners.

Are you ready?

Congratulations to fourkid and Nikki! Please email me the address you would like the jelly sent to, my address is zsuzsanna.anderson [at]gmail[dot]com

It was great hearing from everyone who commented. I will answer your questions in a separate post in the next couple of days.

Feed me, I'm yours!

So much to say, but I am too tired to write anything. This week, I have done some major home repairs around the house. Photos to follow once I'm done. My allergies are still bothering me, but I am feeling better.

Just wanted to show the world the following picture. I absolutely, positively adore this little girl. She has the biggest, most sparkly eyes, and is always full of sweet smiles. Life is good when you have a baby, there's just no way around it. I love all of our children the same, but there is such a special bond between a mother and her nursling. I'm off to bed to snuggle up with this little bug.

Just a quick note

During the summer, I always try to re-organize and declutter the house from top to bottom. Only problem is, it gives me the worst allergic fits. Something we have a LOT of in Arizona is dust, pollen, and all kinds of other yuck in the air because it (almost) never rains, so that stuff just keeps adding up in the air. Before we moved here, I never had any allergies of any sort.

Yesterday, I did the kitchen, which took me all morning and some of the afternoon, with the usual interruptions for diaper changes, feeding kids, etc. I threw away/donated four big garbage bags full of stuff, so the kitchen cupboards look great now. But I am still suffering from the allergies today. My nose has been running non-stop since yesterday morning, and my eyes are sore, itchy, and swelled up. Mind you, there was NO visible dust inside the cupboards!

As soon as I feel even remotely better, I am moving on to the next room. Oh joy! Some rain would be nice.

And, don't forget about my giveaway! Thanks for all the great comments so far, I will answer all your questions later this week. That is, unless my eyes permanently glue shut from allergies.

Not your typical Father's Day post

From what some people have written and commented, it seems that my life comes off as perfect, and even more so that my husband must just be the greatest and most wonderful guy. But let's face it - he's human.

So for a different kind of Father's Day post, I thought I'd put my husband in the right light by telling you all the negative things you never suspected much less knew about him.

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For starters, he forces me to get up early every morning. Me and all the kids have to be dressed and presentable enough to leave the house by no later than 8 am. He tells me what to wear (and what not to wear). The style he dictates can best be described as "business casual", although on Fridays (go figure) he lets me wear whatever I want.

Since he is into the alarm business, and we have surveillance cameras for safety, he uses those to check on me via the internet throughout the day, making sure I don't have too much "idle time". He is pretty much okay with me taking one 15 minute break every 4 hours, and about 30 minutes for meals. I am not allowed to talk on the phone with friends and relatives unless all my work is done, which never happens, so I have to call them without "getting caught". I am not supposed to use the computer recreationally during the day.

He doesn't like having the kids around much, and often forces me to leave them to be watched by people who I don't know all that well (although they did come with good references). Some days, they are only home for breakfast, dinner, and bedtime. I have to come up with the money to pay the babysitter, and also paying half the bills. It can be so stressful. Worse yet, he has told me that anytime he doens't like the way I act or do things, if I don't obey exactly as I am told, or if I don't get all my work done, he can just leave me and find somebody better.

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Anyone who even knows my husband remotely, knows that NONE OF THE ABOVE IS TRUE, and I hope you read down this far to figure out I was just joking. I especially hope my husband's mom did!


I wrote the above to illustrate the life of today's "liberated women" who have a career rather than staying home to raise children. If all the above statements were true about my husband, everyone would think he was a total jerk. Yet if I had a job that brought with it all the things I mentioned, that would be considered normal by our society.

These women are the ones who must get up early day in, day out, even when they don't feel like it. They are the ones who are told what to wear, and the ones who are watched on CCTV (think anyone in retail, banks, etc). They are told when to eat and when to have a bathroom break. They are forced to pay to surrender their kids to near strangers, and to be raised by government schools. At the end of the day, they have hardly seen their children. Working women are expected to shoulder the burden of the family finances, and all too often are also left with all household-related chores.

For all that, they make hardly any profit by the time they pay for taxes and work-related expenses, and by not having the time to shop for bargains and save in other ways such as cooking from scratch, gardening, etc.

Anytime they mess up, or the boss doesn't like them, or the economy takes a hit, they can be let go without second thought. Those dear co-workers that they traded for raising children will not even remember their names any more in a few years. Their life's work and fulfillment is wrapped up in something that has no eternal value whatsoever.

I am not talking about women who are forced to work due to circumstances outside of their control, such as being left by their husband, or a husband who forces them to work. Nor am I talking about moms who find enjoyable employment from home, or ladies who cannot have children and want some "outside" interaction.

I am talking about women who of their own free will decide to pursue a career rather than motherhood because they find it "liberating" and "fulfilling". Who pop birth control pills like candy, even though it turns them into a walking, talking hormonal zombie just because they dread the thought of being "tied down" with a baby. Sadly, these women have been deceived by our society to think that they are free when they are really just obeying somebody else, in addition to missing out on the countless blissful moments that children bring.

In an attempt to stamp out "sexism", women are expected to act, dress, and perform like - men. If that isn't extremely sexist, I don't know what is. I don't want to be a man any more than I want my husband to be a woman. It is not a question who is "better" or has it "easier". Men and women are different (fundamental, I know), and each have certain strengths to suit the work that God created them to do. My washing machine and my dishwasher are both great at washing, but if I decided to liberate the washer by putting dishes in it instead of laundry, it wouldn't be pretty or functional. The same is true for the roles of men and women.

And just to set the record straight, yes, I do think that my husband is great and wonderful. He is the most generous, friendly, and loving person I have ever met, and a fantastic Dad. Because of his hard work in providing for our family, I am free to raise the children and have fun with them. Is he perfect - no. But he is the next closest thing to it as far as I'm concerned. And I am one happy, blessed, and liberated woman!

A New Table

A few weeks ago, we bought a new dining room table. The one we had until then was free off craigslist. It was really nice, an antique actually, but with the kind of heavy-duty use our kids were putting it through we were down to two chairs and a very wobbly table. Wobbly oak tables are not exactly safe for little kids to crawl under. We also had a third chair with a broken seat that we kept just to play pranks on our guests, but we didn't use it ourselves so I'm not counting it.

Just kidding about the guests, of course.

We don't really have a dining room because it has been taken over by shelves full of books, games, and other educational materials. Not to mention a huge chalk board that takes up one entire wall of this "school room". So whatever I bought had to both fit into the room reasonably well, while having enough seats for our growing family. And it had to be sturdy and comfortable enough for the kids to do their school work at every day.

I decided on a square, counter height table that seats 8. It only came with 6 chairs, though, and since that's all we need for now I didn't feel like shelling out more money for two more. The square shape works very well with our square room. The counter height makes it easy to walk around and check the kids' work without having to bend over them. And the black stain hides any and all sharpie marks. Yes, that is a factor to be considered.

For our first meal at the new table, we had ice-cream sundaes. See the cluttered, messy desk in the background? I photoshopped that in just to not make other moms feel inadequate.

The lady on the right is our friend Amanda. She absolutely loves doing laundry and mopping floors, so (being the generous soul that I am) I invited her over that night to let her help me with it. It's the kind of friend I am, always looking to give others what they like.

Miriam ate vanilla ice cream with spoonfuls of pink sprinkles. Minus the ice cream.

Do you like my ice-cream lazy Susan? I found it on clearance and thought it was too cute to pass up. Wonder how long before one of the kids breaks one of the ceramic bowls.

Here is a picture of the kids playing learning games before bed one night.

For thou shalt eat the labour of thine hands: happy shalt thou be, and it shall be well with thee.
Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house: thy children like olive plants round about thy table.
Behold, that thus shall the man be blessed that feareth the LORD.

Psalms 128:2-4

Canning for those who don't think they can

(lame pun intended)

...and a giveaway.

Some people love canning, and others don't see any point in it. To each his own, but this post is not intended for either of those types. This is for people who have never given canning a spin, are interested in it, but feel daunted for reasons such as cost, know-how, and time constraints.

In my opinion, canning should not be more expensive than store-bought, including ingredients, equipment and jars. If I had to can for 10 years before I started "getting in the black" after buying a ridiculously overpriced canner, I just couldn't get excited about all the work involved. So this is my low-budget, non-glamorous method, using things that you most likely already have in your kitchen.

Say it with me: Sí, se puede! We can do it, yes we can!

Step #1: Start small, and start with something easy such as jelly/jam. This is NOT what you want to buy:

That's 20 lbs of apricots and 16 lbs of cherries. And it's the reason why I have been MIA in the blogosphere. I am getting 16 more lbs of cherries this Saturday, too. I think my fingers may be permanently stained from pitting so many cherries.

I bought these from Bountiful Baskets for ridiculously cheap. I think the apricots were $16 and the cherries $13.

Step 2: Read the instructions and buy the ingredients


Pretty much, all you need is fruit, pectin, and sugar. The only equipment you need is jars with lids and bands, two large pots, a funnel, and tongs or a jar grabber. Also have lots of clean dish cloths on hand to keep your work surface clean.

The instructions inside the box of pectin will tell you how much fruit you need to make one batch of jam/jelly. It will also telly you of any other ingredients necessary, and about how many jars one batch will make. Go ahead and open the box of pectin at the store (yes, you are going to buy this, so please no outraged comments).

Get the necessary amount of fruit, and (if you don't have them) sugar, canning jars, and any other possible ingredients. And, don't forget to use the coupon that usually comes with the instructions when you pay for the pectin. The store I bought mine at doubles coupons up to $1.

Speaking of bulk purchases, if you are going to can a lot such as I did, buying a 25 or 50 lb bag of sugar is much more economical. I bought a 50 lb bag at Smart & Final for $18.

Step 3: Prepare the fruit

For the novice, the easiest would be to start with berry jam, because you simply wash the berries, throw them in a large pot, and mash them with a potato masher. If the berries are larger, such as strawberries, you may want to cut them into halves first.

The prep for the apricots was a little different, but I will explain it here because that's what I made, and I don't want to talk about making strawberry jam and show pictures of apricot jelly. First, I halved and pitted the apricots, and boiled them briefly in a large pot with water. Then, I strained off the apricots and put them through a food mill (this gets rid of the skins and fibery parts).

I was left with this:


Step 4: Sterilize your canning jars

Bring fresh, cold water to a boil in a very large stock pot. You can experiment which of your pots fits jelly jars the best, or can hold the most.

Do not use hot tap water because it could be contaminated with buildup from your water heater.

Your canning jars should be freshly washed in a dishwasher, or in hot, soapy water BEFORE you sterilize them in the pot of boiling water. You can reuse the glass jars again and again, but always get new lids and rings, which are sold separately. When the water is boiling, put the canning jars, lids, and bands into the boiling water to sterilize.

Some people leave the jars in the hot water until they are ready to fill them. I prefer to pull them out a few minutes earlier and set them upside down on a fresh, clean dish towel that has been washed and dried on the hottest setting.


Step 5: Cooking the jam

Look at the instructions in the pectin again. Usually, you add the pectin and other ingredients to the fruit puree and bring it to a boil. When you reach a point where the boiling can no longer be stirred down, you add all the sugar the recipe calls for at once, and boil for one minute sharp while stirring constantly.

Your stove should look something like this: Pot with jam cooking in the front, large pot with boiling water in the back. Do not dump out the hot water after sterilizing the jars, as you will need it to process the jam.

Step 6: Filling the jars

As soon as the jam has been at a rolling boil for one minute, pull the pot to a cold stove plate (if you don't have gas), and start filling the jars one by one. To do so, simply turn one jar over, fill with a funnel, wipe the rim with a clean, damp cloth, set a lid on top, and screw the band on "finger tight" - no need to over-tighten.

Canning funnels are handy, but absolutely not necessary.

Most likely, the last jar will not be full enough to seal and process. Leave this one out until it's cooled, and then put it in the fridge for eating, just as you would with an open jar of jelly. No need to process.

Step 7: Processing the jars

After all jars have been filled and fitted with a lid and band, bring the water in the large stock pot back to a boil. Then gently lower the jars into the pot one by one, and process by boiling for 8-10 minutes (depending on altitude, check the instructions for this, too).

A jar grabber is a handy tool for easily lifting jars in and out of the boiling water. For years, I have made do with a large pair of tongs that came with our barbecue, and it worked pretty well. Because I was canning so much last week, I did decide to buy a "real" jar lifter after I made this first batch of jelly, but for years, I didn't have one and fared just fine.

If you had a "real" canner, it would also come with a fitting metal rack in the bottom of the pot. Again, no need for this, you can put the jars straight into the pot.

After processing for the appropriate time, pull the jars out of the water and turn upside down until cooled. This will force the remaining air in the jars to go through the boiling liquid one more time. Also, if your jelly had foam on top, this will help get rid of it.

And, voilà! This is the first of five batches of apricot jelly I made last week. Yes, we love apricot jelly - it's a Hungarian thing. It tastes great on white French bread, or on palacsinta (our version of crêpes). Our family goes through one of these jars at breakfast.

It's easy, really. I made this batch on a Sunday morning in less than one hour while also getting the two girls ready for church and making the church bulletin. I made the other four batches in one night after the kids were in bed in about two hours. But, like I said, start small.

Finally, if you have read to the end of this long (and, if you're not into canning, boring) post, I think you deserve a treat. To enter, simply leave a comment (anyonymous or otherwise) that has in some way to do with jelly or canning. If you hate both, you could just say that, but then again why would you want to enter a jelly giveaway?

I will randomly pick two winners and send them a jar of my apricot jelly. This would be one of the big jars I made, which are twice the size of the ones in the pictures above. It would be enough to go around generoulsy even in a large family. In the unlikely event that a whole bunch of people leave a comment, I will give away more jars than just two, we'll have to see about that. If less than two people comment, it means that at least I will get to eat more jelly.

Deadline is midnight one week from today, June 26th. Thanks for reading my boring drivel. Recent photos of our many summer activities coming just as soon as I can get more caught up with housework. Hahahahahahahahaha..... [insert crazy laugh here].

Still around

I'm still here, I promise. Life has been busy with lots of summer fun and almost daily outings. There are several posts I am currently writing on, but they are all lengthy and I can't seem to get them wrapped up. Thank you for taking the time to stop by!

"Ode to Border Patrol"

Update on Court Case

Some of you may have known that my husband's pretrial conference was yesterday. The prosecuting attorney and our attorney did not come to an agreement, so my husband's case is going to court. This is regarding the two traffic-related misdemeanors he was charged with, blocking a public highway and failing to obey an officer's orders directing traffic. He was not charged with resisting arrest or anything similar, nor with violating any immigration laws.

This case is separate from the civil suit that my husband is going to file against border patrol (Department of Homeland Security) and highway patrol (Department of Public Safety), and the agents involved.

We recently received the records of the Taser gun used by officer Mitchell. He first deployed it for 13 seconds (meaning he activated it three times, and cut it off while it was going), then for another 7 seconds (which means he activated it twice more). In case you didn't know, a Taser gun will completely paralyze the victim and render them defenseless, so why it was necessary to tase my husband for 20 seconds is beyond me. Much less so since he was sitting calmly, covering his eyes, with his head in his lap in anticipation of flying glass. The report went on to say that they were considering pumping my husband's car full of gas, but that they decided against that since they were afraid that he would pull out a gun in all that smoke, or try to put the car in gear and use it as a ram. Should 12 public "armed servants" really be that scared of one unarmed citizen who is just obeying the Constitution? These people are sick and insane. Yes officer, I mean you. I wonder what kind of movies these guys watch at night to come up with all these "what if" scenarios.



The doctor that my husband went to see expressed surprise that my husband did not suffer heart problems and arrythmia, which is apparently very common. I guess getting shocked with 50,000 volts can do that to you (a regular outlet has 110). His neck has been sore ever since, which is probably due to the border patrol agents jerking his head and then stepping on it. One of his fingers on the right hand has damaged ligaments and keeps popping out of joint, which is both painful and making his job harder. If it does not improve through immobilization soon, my husband will have to seek more invasive treatment.

This reminds me of the ER bill we got after my husband was taken there to get stitched up. Officer Jones first took him to an urgent care, where they quoted him about $500 for the stitches. After the officer found out that we did not have health insurance, but that my husband didn't care and could more than afford to pay the bill, the officer then took him to the ER because he claimed that would be cheaper. How dumb anyone would have to be to think that the hospital charges less than an urgent care is beyond me, but then again, we are dealing with government employees here.

Finally, below are YouTube clips made by Shelton from The Phoenix Revolution who came out for the rally.

Shelton is also very involved with CameraFRAUD.com. Those of you who do not live in Arizona probably do not know that in addition to having speed cameras at almost all major intersections (operated by the various cities), there are also over 100 permanently mounted speed cameras every few miles on all major highways across the state. These cameras are operated by a private, Australian-based company (hired by the state of Arizona) who gets a share of the revenue, meaning that basically they more tickets they write, the more profit they make. The camearas record any and all vehicles that drive by, 24 hours a day, whether speeding or not. License plates of all vehicles are scanned, run through a database to see if they come back "clean", and time, date, and GPS-stamped. On top of all this, the Arizona DPS has unmanned patrol cars with mounted cameras, as well as real officers, up and down our highways. It is really just sickening and surreal to see "law enforcement" and cameras in all directions everytime I am in public. And all that not to make our roads safer, but to try to cover the state's budget shortfalls.

But back to CamereFRAUD - Shelton and some others are going to put up a billboard right in front of the checkpoint and are rasing money to do so, you can read about that here.



So much for tonight. I hope to get a chance to write a personal update of the last week sometime this weekend.

3 Recent Radio Interviews

1. Future Quake AM 760 Nashville, TN

Attached is a Press Release of a recent in-depth radio interview with Pastor Steven Anderson, who discusses the message this incident has for Christians in the future on the current "Future Quake" radio show, which is now uploaded to www.futurequake.com under the "Past Shows" tab (and will play all next week of 8 June on air at WENO, AM 760 in Nashville, TN).



2. People's Power Hour AM 810 WEUS Orlando, FL

Show Archives

MP3 file of the interview



3. Freedom Fighter Radio

http://freedomfighterradio.net/?page_id=5668

In the audio player, click on "select a past episode" to find the interview.

The Mona Lisa Project

In recent months, LiveAction.org secretly videotaped patient consultations at various Planned Barrenhood facilities, pretending to be a young teen who got pregnant by her much older boyfriend, asking how to go about getting an abortion without her parents' knowledge or getting the guy in trouble.

By law, these clinics are required to report such cases as child abuse/rape, but - surprise, surprise - they instead cover them up. The PP employees in these clips are sick and disgusting. When I think of those involved in making abortions possible, I think of this passage in the Bible:

Psalms 109:7-16
(7) When he shall be judged, let him be condemned: and let his prayer become sin.
(8) Let his days be few; and let another take his office.
(9) Let his children be fatherless, and his wife a widow.
(10) Let his children be continually vagabonds, and beg: let them seek their bread also out of their desolate places.
(11) Let the extortioner catch all that he hath; and let the strangers spoil his labour.
(12) Let there be none to extend mercy unto him: neither let there be any to favour his fatherless children.
(13) Let his posterity be cut off; and in the generation following let their name be blotted out.
(14) Let the iniquity of his fathers be remembered with the LORD; and let not the sin of his mother be blotted out.
(15) Let them be before the LORD continually, that he may cut off the memory of them from the earth.
(16) Because that he remembered not to shew mercy, but persecuted the poor and needy man, that he might even slay the broken in heart.

Just to let you know, I refuse to publish any comment condoning abortion, so save yourself the trouble of leaving one if you disagree with me.