Muslim Teen Becomes Christian

We often hear about so called "honor killings" so the fact that a young woman fears her Muslim family will murder her for becoming a Christian shouldn't be taken lightly. People who commit honor killings seem to have a deeply felt belief that, by killing the person who has somehow dishonored them, their honor is restored. What they don't take into account is that no-one has the right to take another's life, no matter what personal insult is perceived. Surely the Muslim religion doesn't condone murdering your own child but people tend to rationalize they have the right to do wrong.

Some non Muslims will look upon this case as further proof that Muslims are barbarians, mostly because that religion is little understood by the rest of us. All we can do to prevent these primitive practices from happening is to make certain immigrants know they must follow the laws of our country regardless of their religion. We should also pay close attention to precedent and protect anyone threatened with honor killing.

The young girl is not spouting nonsense because there are solid grounds for her fears. If the courts ignore the truth that some communities in the country, because of religious or social conditioning, accept the concept of honor killing then they should be held responsible if this girl loses her life.

I wonder how long it will take for human beings of all religions to learn that one's life is one's own and not to be taken away for any reason. One of the reasons I've refrained from following any religious course is that they seem to talk out of both sides of their mouth, preaching good while committing sins. Can there possibly be a clause in any religion that preaches respect and sanctity of life EXCEPT if you don't approve of someone's actions?

The girl in this case is 17 years old and should be allowed by her family to choose her own religion. Their disapproval can be understood but "honor killing" will never be understood or accepted by a decent society.

Thanksgiving

This has been one of the nicest Thanksgiving weekends in my memory. I had a lovely family dinner on Sunday at my nephew, Dwayne's, farm and then another family dinner on Monday at my grandson, Nick's, home.

Time spent with family is so pleasurable, especially when all the family members get along with each other. I can't even imagine what it's like for feuding families. Family dinners are a good way for various factions of a family to renew acquaintances or even to get to know each other better. Yesterday we had 2 babies, Nolan (3 months) and Aislin (2 months), and it made the day just a little nicer having babies to share it with.

When I'm in the midst of enjoying a family get-together, a part of my mind always slips away and feels a little sad for people who have no family close by. A large part of our identity and life purpose comes from the place we occupy in our family so I think it must be icy cold to be truly alone. At least it would be for me.

Matthew saved yesterday's turkey bones for me to bring home and make soup. Smart boy. It's simmering on the stove right now and the tantalizing smells are filling the house. It's a Thanksgiving that keeps on giving even days later.

Autumn

I wanted to take a day trip up north this fall to see the foliage but it doesn't look like I'll have time to do it. I will get to Simcoe on Sunday and that should give me the chance to see some lovely fall colors, though.

Just driving around town today I felt joyous looking at the lovely display already showing up here. The maple tree in my front yard is half way through it's change but the maple trees in the backyard must get a bit more protection from the cooler temperatures so they've barely started their's.

I do love spring with it's rebirthing of plants and flowers but fall is probably more spectacular. I live on an escarpment so when I'm in the lower city in October, the whole side of what we locals call our mountain is like candy to the eye. The vast range of colors in many shades of green, orange, red, and yellow is nature at it's best. One year I visited Vermont the first week of October and saw colors there I'd never seen anywhere else. The mountainsides were so lovely they brought tears to your eyes.

People who live in the concrete jungles of an inner city and never have the chance to take a drive into the countryside in autumn are missing something precious. Instead of spending thousands of dollars busing inner city children to view sports events, they might do better for the children's souls if they just bused them out into the countryside. The beauty of nature gives us a respect for the land we live in and a sense of our being a part of it.

Today is a perfect fall day. There is a crispness in the air and the sun is shining. Kim and I went to Costco this morning to get food stuff for Thanksgiving dinner on Monday. She's also going to a poker party at her cousin's house tonight so she picked them up a lovely fall plant arrangement. Thanksgiving is a time for family, friends, good food, and the opportunity to appreciate autumn colors.

My House is Googled

You can now find houses and streets in my city on Google. I looked my house up and darned if it wasn't there looking pretty neat...except for the recycling boxes out on the street. Why did they have to take their pictures on garbage day?

I don't know how this works but I certainly hope they put in new pictures now and then.

Fall Garden Cleanup

Today was sunny and almost warm with no rain so I decided to do some garden cleanup in preparation for winter. Par for the course with me is that I begin one job only to be tempted away by another and that's why my garden cleanup is patchy.

I started out pulling out flowers from the potted plants, then veered off to pull them out of the hanging plants. One yank too many and it broke apart and hit the patio...big mess I'll clean up later. Then I wandered out to the garden on the front side of the house to dig out a hosta I wanted to save from the guys who were going to be digging up that spot to waterproof the basement. That darned hosta has only been in there a couple of years but it's grown roots to China so I had a rough time with it. In the end I cut it in half and transplanted the halves in the backyard garden where I can dig them up again in the spring.

Halfway into the transplant job, I decided to move some of the landscaping stones out of that area, too, but wore myself out before I finished the job. As a change of pace, I wandered into the backyard again and pulled out some more potted plants for a few moments until I noticed some overgrown bushes so I got out the garden snips and cut them back.

This reminded me that the clematis out front needed cutting back, too, so off I went again. That didn't take long so I went into the backyard again and put lawn chairs and little tables into the toolshed. I'd planned to strap up the large patio table but I was just too tired. I still have 2 weeks to get this stuff done so I don't know why I wear myself out trying to do it all in one day. It really does get harder for me every year and I may have to bribe a grandson to help me next time.

I came into the house, washed up and considered a nap but then I remembered I needed to do some grocery shopping for Thanksgiving. I'd also had nothing to eat all day...bad, I know...and it was mid afternoon so I first stopped at Wendy's for the $3.99 special (5 nuggets, baked potato, and Diet Coke)...not the best choice, I know.

I really think I jump from one thing to another because I have a low boredom tolerance. For whatever reason, my garden is still not closed up for the winter but it will get done within the next two weeks.

Church

I seldom go to church, usually just for a wedding or funeral but there are still things about a church service that confuse me. I listened to a comedian joking about how he never knew when it was time to stand up or sit down during a service and that's one of the big things I can't figure out. Why do we stand during some songs but sit during others?

Why does a church leader wear funny robes or collars? What is in the water a baby is baptized with and why is the baptism necessary since children are born perfect? Why do the wafers taste like cardboard and why should we eat them (I spit mine into a tissue)?

Why do most religions frown on parishioners marrying someone of another religion? Why is it a rule that priests remain unmarried? Why do some church leaders preach hatred against other religions, countries, or individuals? Why are some churches so ornate and expensive?

And the big question...why do some people who are deeply religious commit every sin imaginable?

When I was a little child, I was sent to Sunday school where I tormented the teachers with questions. Their only reply was, "You just have to believe.". Why did they have no answers for a curious child who was just trying to understand. To this day I'm still trying to understand.

Happy 90th, Vida!

It's quite a feat these days to live to the ripe old age of 90 but our Aunt Vida did just that yesterday. Faye, Donna and I took her out for lunch at our favorite pasta restaurant, La Spaghett, and we all enjoyed the meal immensely. Vida took most of her's home with her, though, and it's almost as good when it's reheated.

We came back to my place after so that Donna could learn how to prepare her new monk's cloth. I'm so pleased that she likes this new craft enough to carry on with it through the winter. Her plans are to make a Xmas afghan first and then start making afghans for herself and family later on. Faye is also ready to start another one as a gift for our niece-in-law, Rochelle.

I brought out all the table runners I'd made over the past few years and gave my favorite one to Vida. I'm not quite sure what to do with these things because I have made so many. I've given a lot away but people will only take so much. Not everyone loves Swedish weaving as much as I do!

Faye took Vida home early but Donna and I kept working on our present projects and yakked the afternoon away. It's such an enjoyable way to spend the day and I'll resume doing it every week when I return in April if Faye and Donna are still interested.

I'm getting worried about all the rain in the forecast because my roof still hasn't been done and I'm leaving for Florida on the 25th, rain or shine or unfinished roof. They can't do it in the rain and the only clear days ahead seem to be the week before I leave and, unfortunately (or fortunately), that's when the men are coming to dig up the side of the house and waterproof it. Both groups can't operate at the same time. I plan ahead but still have problems. Go figure!

This morning I have to have some blood tests and then go to the dentist for a cleaning...not the most pleasant day to look forward to, but necessary. The wind is howling and it's raining again so I'd really rather stay home but you gotta do what you gotta do, I guess.

I finally got in touch with the people who are going to clean the trailer before I get there. They'll powerwash it and the patio, then put sealer on the rubber roof. They're very nice and efficient people so I'm looking forward to moving right into my spiffy clean trailer when I get to Florida. That leaves me free to clean up the garden weeds (which pull out easily because they're in sand) and plant flowers. I'm so lucky to be able to garden all year round.

Now if it would only stop raining here I could put my Canadian garden to bed for the winter. That's a day's work and I can just see me trying to do it while people are tearing up the roof and digging up the foundation. This isn't how I'd planned it!

More Stuff Gone

I read once that when people start giving away their possessions it means they're about to commit suicide so I hope no-one thinks that's what I'm up to. All summer I've cleared out a massive amount of possessions in an attempt to unclutter my world but it's all been for my own peace of mind.

Yesterday my grandson and 3 of his friends came over to get my basement fridge and a very good leather recliner that was uncomfortable for me to sit in. The head rest is at the worst possible spot and it pops my head forward so I never sit in it. My grandson is keeping the chair and the fridge went to his brother-in-law. I'm so happy to have it all cleared out of the house.

With all the flea market stock gone, I now have a great area in the basement for my little jewelry business and my sewing room is now a sewing room again. The fridge had been in the laundryroom so now my laundryroom is spacious. The recliner had sat unused in a corner of the computer room so now my computer room is more spacious, too.

This has been a landmark year for me because it was the year I finally took the steps to rid myself of unwanted and unneeded possessions. I was amazed at just how much stuff I'd accumulated over the years and how much of it was useless to me. A large part was the flea market stock but a generous part were things that I'd just neglected to toss out because "I just might need them one day".

I'm a veteran yard saler and it shocks the life out me when I walk up to an advertised yard sale to find a little table with few dozen items on it. Is it possible this household is so neat and organized that they only have a tiny tableful of excess possessions? I can't relate to people like this. Yet.

The boys had to really struggle to get the old fridge up and out so there's a bit of touchup needed on the walls and railing. No big deal and something I can look after next year. I'm just glad to have the fridge gone and no-one hurt removing it. As a matter of fact, each unnecessary item that left the house this year made me just a little bit happier. It's been a productive year in the very best way.

Gay Couple Divorcing

Gays have struggled and demonstrated for years to gain the right to legally marry so you'd think that once they won the right they'd be extremely dedicated and committed couples. Not necessarily so.

Like any couple, sometimes the reasons to get married don't stand up to the passage of time or the reality of the commitment. Couples in love and lust are often not understanding that life also hands us the odd assortment of difficulties to deal with. There has been more than one disillusioned husband or wife who sadly discovered previously unknown flaws in their mate that drastically turned them off.

Long engagements give you the chance to learn as much as possible about your potential lifelong companion because it's hard to hide those sometimes icky flaws for an extended period of time. Of course, when in love or lust, we do tend to ignore the flaws and foolishly believe we can change our mate. Rarely happens!

I don't understand why the press is making such a fuss over this gay couple coming to the conclusion they don't want to be married anymore. I'd bet that many of the news people wasting precious air time discussing this are into their second, third, or even fourth marriages.

Faye's Afghan

This is the Swedish weaving afghan that Faye just finished making for her daughter-in-law's relatives in Ireland. The colors represent the relative's favorite team (football or soccer or something). Faye started this afghan ages ago but she's been too busy all summer to work on it very often. She really polished it off in the last couple of weeks because her son and daughter-in-law were going to Ireland and could take it over with them.

These afghans cost about $30.00 U.S. to make but they take weeks or months to complete so few people would make them to sell. It gives us a nice warm feeling to put so much of our time into making them and then giving them to people we care about.

I know the Irish relatives will be very appreciative of Faye's kind gift.

Why aren't I Bored?

I live alone and the only person I have to clean up after is me so my housework doesn't take up much of my time. I cook only rarely and that's usually a big pot of soup so cooking doesn't take up much of my time, either. I don't work and I seldom labor in the garden. Just what keeps me from being bored?

There so many projects that I either have on the go or am planning to do. There are countless numbers of things that interest me and brand new things of interest that I discover every day. My family and friends fill spaces just about every day (and every single day of the winter in Florida). I don't worry about much of anything because I'm a fatalist. I just hope nothing bad happens that will break my heart.

There is never a day that I don't have plans. Sometimes it's just to catch up on neglected housework or gardening but there is never a time when I sit alone wondering what to do with myself. There are always those semi-planned "projects" I could start, too.

Retirement and old age doesn't have to mean vegetating until you die. This time of of your life brings you a freedom that was impossible in your youth because you were tied down then with commitments...paying for a house, raising kids, saving for your retirement. People are living longer these days and many are choosing to retire earlier to enjoy the fruits of their youthful labors. They are the smart ones.

When my husband asked if he could afford to retire, I told him that we'd need less income and live better but he didn't believe me at first. It turned out to be true, though. To begin with, you stop having to put money aside for your retirement. You use less gas in the car. You don't have to buy as many clothes. Your income is lower so you pay less income tax. Seniors get all kinds of discounts...movies, restaurants, theme parks, etc.

My husband also used to say that if he'd known he was going to live so long he would have taken better care of himself. Even though I've never taken good care of myself physically, I have to admit that's very true. It's even more important to be in good health when you're a senior than at any other time of your life. We don't recover from illnesses or injuries as easily as we did when we were young and immobility is disastrous for a senior.

We also need to keep our minds active or we, ourselves, become boring. Some use puzzles or read books regularly but that's not for me. I prefer to do research on the computer and play card games with friends. It doesn't matter what venue you choose so long as it's not just sitting in front of the T.V. all day long, the trick is to keep on learning and not stagnate.

When I was a teenager, I hadn't learned to enjoy my own company and so was bored unless with kids my own age. When I was in my 20's and 30's, I was bored because my life wasn't exciting enough for me. In my 40's and 50's, I began to grow up and learned to follow my own interests instead of those others thought I should pursue. By the time I toddled into my 60's, I'd discovered how to be happy and stay happy. All it took was following my own lead, keeping what was interesting and passing by what wasn't.

My personal interests might be bland to some but they're perfect for me. Boredom will finally catch up to me when I'm ill and feeble but, until that day, I've got fun plans.

Overnight at the Casino

Mary got another one of her free rooms at the casino hotel so she, Faye and I took advantage of it. People like us who love going to the casino anyway consider ourselves lucky when we get these freebies. The room was lovely...2 huge bedrooms/1 bathroom with free indoor parking. The casino hotel was full so we were put up in the Hilton which was right across the road from the casino.

We decided to try the old casino first because none of us had been there since it was remodelled a few years ago. We spent a couple of hours there before going to our hotel and getting rid of our luggage. Then it was on to Fallsview Casino where I was destined to lose most of my money. But I had a great time doing it.

We went our separate ways in the casino as usual and met up again at 6 P.M. for our freebie dinner. We really lucked out this time because I had coupons for dinner for 2, one for September and one for October, so we'd also be able to use them for breakfast the next morning. I have to say that the buffet meals in the casino diningroom are excellent so we were not only looking forward to playing the slots but also to filling our faces.

We met up again at 9:30, ostensibly to have a glass of wine but didn't feel like it so had a bottle of water instead. Faye had already gone to bed but Mary and I are veteran gamblers so we just went back to the slots. I finally had had enough at 11:30 so went back to the room still holding a bit of my gambling money. Mary came in shortly after with all of her gambling money. She's so lucky.

We all sat up half the night drinking wine or brandy and yakking. Mary and I finally went to bed at 3:30 and we all slept in till 9:30...enough sleep but we were all still tired for the rest of the day.

After another huge meal, breakfast at the casino, we drove across the border and hit a few stores for a few hours. Then back across the border and headed towards home. We stopped at a Tim's for lunch/supper (we do tend to eat a lot, don't we?) and then finally went home.

I love these mini vacations. This one encompassed some things I enjoy the most...the company of good friends, gambling, and cross border shopping. It was great!

By the way, I went to bed at 6:30 P.M. and crawled back out this morning at 6:30 A.M. Having fun can be hard work.

Is a 30 Year Rape Still Rape?

How can there be any question? I'm repulsed by the number of influential people I've seen on T.V. who are "aghast" that Roman Polanski, who ran away from the United States 30 years ago instead of accepting his punishmnent for raping a 13 year old girl, is now expected to pay for his crime. They seem to think that the passage of time has whitened the crime. To allow him to escape justice now would be like saying it's okay to rape a little girl if you only just hide away (in plain sight) for 30 years.

Polanski was 44 years old when he drugged a 13 year old child and then repeatedly raped her. It's shameful that he wasn't even charged with rape but only with having sex with a minor. The elite certainly do have privileges, don't they? Then he slipped out of the country instead of facing the consequences of those charges and he's lived a successful life abroad ever since. Even with the ugly details of his crime and escape being public knowledge, he has managed to garner admiration based on his career accomplishments. His circle of admirers believe that, since the rape happened so long ago, it is insulting for a man of his stature to have to face charges now. I would suggest that they, themselves, condone raping children or they couldn't be supporting a child rapist.

In general, our society has failed miserably in protecting our children. If Roman Polanski is allowed to walk free after raping a child, no matter how long ago, then we've hit a new low as a society. I have great admiration for whatever forces came together to make the move to arrest him now because it's nice to know there are still decent people in authority.

Let's hope our society hasn't degraded to the point where the rape of a child loses it's importance just because it didn't happen today.

Not Lonesome Alone

Some people are so sociable that they can't be comfortable living by themselves. It's almost as though they can't value their own worth unless getting constant feedback from others and that's such a shame.

I think I'm a pretty sociable person and I'd hate having to live out my days on a desert island but my alone time is treasured. It's time that I can use at my leisure doing whatever comes to mind. I can watch what I want on T.V., play on the computer, or even hop in the car and head for the casino. My choice, my time. I can sing along to favorite songs without worrying about hurting someone else's ears or I can vegetate on the couch reading a book whenever I feel like it. And I can choose my own meal times. There are a lot of perks to living alone when you think about it.

When I'm at the park in Florida I have very little alone time and I admit I do love it. That's where my sociable side comes out because I'm surrounded by people all day, every day. I'm not sure I'd like to live all year round like that, though, because sometimes we need solitude. I enjoy writing this blog or just doing research on the internet and that is best done with no intrusions. It's also nice to be able to stay in your nightie until noon if you choose but I can't do that in Florida...too many visitors. And also too much fun activity to participate in so I don't mind one bit.

When I had depression I was lonely most of the time because my mind was so unsettled. If we're depressed, unhappiness settles hard when we're alone but can be tucked away when we're with the right people. I remember very clearly how it was when I was depressed and am ever so grateful for the frame of mind I enjoy these days. Today I think of alone time as selfish time for myself. It took that "attitude adjustment" I like to refer to as what changed my life.

Being alone occasionally can be a blessing if you choose to look at it that way. In fact, it might be a good idea to view your whole life like that. Choose happiness and it will come to you in one form or another. You will never pass this way again so enjoy each moment you can, whether it be alone or with others.

Gramma on Facebook

Kim keeps giving me heck for comments I make on Facebook that are directed at my grandchildren. I'm not sure exactly what she's upset about because I rarely make comments to them but maybe I'm just unaware how I sound. In any case, I deleted them. Best to jump out instead of make unwitting mistakes again.

It still bugs me, though, because I looked over the few little comments I made and they look like absolutely nothing! The last one was simply a "Matthew!" after he used the F word in one of his own comments. That's sort of to be expected from a Gramma, right? Apparently they can't tell when I'm joking, either, so maybe some of the comments appeared harsh when they were actually said in jest. Do I really have to always add "LOL" so they'll know?

I do agree that they need their own personal space to keep in contact with their friends without Gramma being privvy to their privacy, though, and I won't feel bad being banned. The truth is that people should be careful who they take on as a "friend" on Facebook.

Chatty Baby

I just saw the cutest little video clip on Facebook about a baby girl who appeared to be around 1 1/2 years old chattering away to her father. We don't usually see a child do this but I remember my grandson, Tyson, used to chatter in babytalk in what seemed like conversational sentences when he was maybe the same age.

It seems as though they've picked up the cadence of sentences but haven't developed the ability to put their chatter into words we can understand. I bet they could tell us some interesting things if we could only learn the language.

If I had my life to live over I think I just might become a child psychologist because infant development is so interesting. They all seem to develop in much the same way in about the same period of time but individual personalities are easy to identify almost from birth. I have 3 daughters, 5 grandsons, 3 granddaughters, and 1 greatgrandson who all have distinctly different personalities and all were apparent soon after birth. It's that uniqueness that makes human beings so interesting.

My Tyson was a gabby baby and grew up to be a talkative young man I could philosophize with for hours. Until he moved away to attend university, we'd have his birthday dinner every year and spend much of the time discussing our take on the world. Besides being a terrific young man, he's fascinating to be around.

I can almost guarantee that the chatty baby in the video will also be a talkative young lady in a few years ready to make herself well understood.

Some Things That Make Me Smile

I spend a lot of time playing on the computer and these items that sit on the shelf above always make me smile. I bought the M&M dispenser at our reunion auction; the Cat In The Hat ornament came from some long ago yard sale; the Blue Jays troll was a gift from my neighbor, Lisa; the little mouse who sings sweetly "Are You Lonesome Tonight" (Elvis' song) was a gift from my friend, Mary.

Silly little doodads that put smiles on my face every day. Priceless.

When a Friend Passes Away

My friend, Connie, passed away last night. The last time I saw her was in April and she looked wonderful, having spent much of the previous year taking chemo treatments for an inoperable cancer. We knew she was only in remission but hope springs eternal and I, for one, felt anyone who looked as well as she did would be one of the lucky ones and beat the disease.

Death haunts seniors because we are constantly made aware of our own limited lifespan when our friends and family are taken from us...one at a time. Connie's cancer returned with a vengeance this past summer and, although we knew how serious it was, we breathed a sigh of relief when she would momentarily rally. Deep down I knew it was only a matter of time, though, as it is for all of us.

When we're young it seems that the only ones who pass on are the elderly and it's sort of expected. But as we age and our contemporaries pass away it hits us harder emotionally. Our little microcosm of a world begins to empty out and there are fewer buddies our age left to reminisce with, fewer people who knew us way back when. I have no doubt in my mind that they have moved on to a happier, better place but it's lonelier here without them.

I spent time with Connie when she was recovering from her first bout of chemo and had lost her hair. As she recovered and gained strength, her hair grew back in even more beautiful than before. She was in a loving relationship and said she was happier than she'd ever been in her life. She was the picture of health and happiness all last winter. And so we hoped.

Connie lives quite a distance from me so it was through our network of Florida friends that I found out she'd fallen ill again. I wasn't surprised, just saddened, because we know that remission doesn't mean cure. She'd gone through the debilitating treatments just to gain a bit more time with her loved ones here on earth and she succeeded for a while.

I'll miss her and I'll never forget her.

Getting My Car Fixed

I am a single, senior lady who knows nothing about cars so normally I would be a sitting duck for any repair shop in the world...but I'm not. The person who owns the repair shop where I take my car when it acts up (rarely) is the husband of my sister-in-law's daughter. I can walk in there with confidence that Paul will treat me fairly and honestly.

My mechanic friend in Florida had told me last year that he thought my rotors needed replacement but the only thing I noticed about them was that the steering wheel wobbled a bit so I let it go. Two days ago I went into Paul's shop and told him I thought I could hear a grinding sound coming from somewhere and Paul didn't smirk but offered to take the car out for a drive. It turned out I needed new rotors and tires. Last year Paul had said my tires were all fine but I had planned to ask about them again this year because none had been replaced in 3 years.

I took the car into the shop yesterday morning and got it back mid afternoon. My 2001 Honda Accord runs like a dream again and I'm seriously thinking of keeping it for another 2 years instead of just one. It's important that I have a car I can count on because that's what I drive to Florida and back and now my little Honda is purring again. I love my car.

Just as I gather friends around me who enrich my life, I also gather repair people I can trust. It all makes life so much easier to traverse when you're dealing with honorable people.

Disgraced ACORN Sues

ACORN, a government funded agency caught by undercover camera advising a couple how to cheat the government and bring in underage prostitutes from El Salvador, is suing the filmmakers because it is apparently against the law to film them without their consent. Unbelievable.

Is it illegal to film a thief or murderer in action? Is it illegal to have cameras at stoplights catching red light runners? Maybe it's only illegal to film a government worker steal our tax dollars.

What is so scary about this whole thing is the cold self assurance of ACORN that it is perfectly okay for them to take tax dollars and use them to pay their employees to advise pimps and prostitutes how to circumvent the laws of the land. Worse still, to advise them on how to bring underage girls into the country to work as prostitutes and be claimed as dependants for tax credits. This is shameful.

It is a clear indication that our society is in a deep decline concerning morals and decency. It boggles the imagination to think that anyone short of a depraved criminal would involve themselves in giving access to underage prostitutes but ACORN is a legitimate agency which has received $31 million dollars in funding from the U.S. government in the last ten years. How do agencies like this come into being?

And now ACORN is suing the film company which exposed them. It's like a serial killer suing the police for catching them. The lawyers will make a lot of money out of this carnival and ACORN will disband only to open up shop again under another name...maybe WAC ("we advise criminals"..or "we ARE criminals").