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Halogen under counter lights overheating ? I have halogen under cabinet lights that go out after burning about ten minutes. I assume the transformer is overheating. Would changing to lED lights stop this problem? Can I use the existing wiring and transformer and just replace the fixture?

How is this lighting remote ran? We had a new bar installed and the contractor put in a led lighting system under the counter. We've asked him several times for an instruction book on controlling the lights but have not gotten anything back. We can turn the lights on and change them but would like to be able to do some cool things with them. Trying to find an instruction book online or any information regarding the system. Picture of remote is at http://smu.gs/wECkQV

What are those LED lights called? That are round and you can press them to turn them on and turn them off? There's 3 led lights in the middle, and they have an adhesive backing so u can stick them under counters or on walls. I saw them at meijer but I dont know what they are called so i cant buy them on ebay.

How can I hook up car LEDs in the house? I have a couple of 12" led lights that I'd like to hook up inside my house under the bar counter as accent lights. Just trying to make use of what I have before spending additional money. How can I do this? The lights have only 2 wires; 1 for a 12 volt power source and the other for a ground.

Kitchen paint color? I am in the process of renovating my kitchen and need some advice. I've already purchased the cabinets in this picture: http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w100/rraeyn/cabinets.jpg but there's a dark grey-brown grain that runs through them you can't see in the photo. My dilemma is this: I adore the cabinets, but I hate "country" and I'm having a hard time coming up with a granite counter/tile floor/wall color combo that will make them look more modern. I don't want white walls. Any ideas? My appliances are stainless and black. The kitchen is not terribly large and the only window faces a brick wall a few feet away, so there will be little natural light. I have pot lights in the ceiling, one main center light, and under-cabinet LED lighting. Also, I am limited in my granite choices to the cheapest ones, so I'm leaning towards something black(ish) with flecks of green or maybe brown. Just to clarify, the photo I posted above is not of MY kitchen. It's a picture I got from the website of the cabinet manufacturer, just to show the type and (approximate) color of the cabinets. My kitchen currently doesn't even have walls, so I'll be starting with bare drywall.

What gauge of wire should I use to a light fixture on a 20 amp circuit? Adding a new circuit to a kitchen counter. Using a 20 amp circuit and a 20 amp T GFI receptacle, so I will be running 12/2 wire from the panel to the GFI. From there, I plan to add an under-counter fluorescent or LED fixture off of the GFI. Can I use 14/2 for that part of the run, or must it be 12/2 all the way? @ Lic. Electrician I think Fahr Quad said it best. So I get it - can't lower any section of the run, regardless of it's end use. The light fixture in question is simply a low voltage under-counter model - the kind which comes either as plug-in or wired - no wall switches, nothing extra - just the self-contained unit with it's own off/on switch. Rather than plug it into the receptacle, I plan to wire it onto the GFI (using 12/2 as discussed). I hear conflicting reports from others saying that this application is acceptable. thoughts?

What do you think of the beginning of my story ( ages 18 and older) ? Boyd bowed on the edge of the basin, naked under the white light of the bathroom lamp. He rested his elbows on his knees as his eyes darted through the last pages of a hard covered book. His skin was paler at the neck and arms. He got to his feet with his eyes fixated over the book and stopped at the rectangular mirror, resting on the brown tiled wall. He placed the book on the washing machine and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Slowly, he placed a hand at his bright brown nibble and then after rubbing it, ran a finger gently over it. His penis erected and he pranced to the water sink. After applying some soap to his left hand, he stroked the head of his penis so fiercely. For a few seconds, he could feel the sperm dashing up his penis and out it spurted, giving him the monumental pleasure that vanished instantly as if God Knew that pleasure was bad for humans and that’s why he made you feel that guilt right after doing anything that made you happy; The dilemma of happiness. After putting on his blue tee shirt with white school printing on it and his black jacket, he filled up his white mug with hot water, snatched half a pound from the ashtray beside the main door and headed down the stairs, singing a lamentation of death and sorrow which he heard yesterday, to himself. Some water spluttered out of the mug as he climbed up the few steps that led into the supermarket. In front of those three steps, Boyd usually checked his reflection in the glass windshield of a hamburger restaurant that opened for just two weeks. Boxes of unopened liquid soap spread down the pathway that led to the glass door of the supermarket. In this small pathway, the delivery boys of the supermarket sat down every evening to have their meals and left the remains of the food sprinkled over journal papers. A tall man dressed in a red training suit rested over the glass door with his fatty shoulder. He beamed at Boyd. “Hello, Mr. Boyd. How are you?” He shook his hands and Boyd went into the supermarket, raising up his cheeks in a forced smile and holding the mug of hot water away from his chest. The tall man’s name was Jackson. He was the youngest of the two brother owners of this supermarket which was called “Nice morning” He had green eyes and yellowish beard and eyebrows. Boyd took a packet of Nescafe from the shelf of tea and coffee and after placing the packet between his teeth, he offered Jackson the half pound. Jackson took it smiling then placed it in the counter. “Bye, Mr. Jackson” Boyd said, cutting the head of the packet and adding the coffee beans over the mug of hot water then stirring with his finger. “This book,” Jackson said, “I read it and I wanted you to read it. It’s called the hereafter is reality” he spoke the name of the book in a louder tone. “It’s a religious book. I know you wouldn’t be interested, but I just wanted you to read it.” Boyd nodded, smiling at him. “Sure, where is it?” Jackson walked from behind the counter in front of which a big table filled with all kind of sweeties with colorful wrappings stood. “It’s with my niece. I will get it from her today. Pass by after school and I’d have gotten it from her.” “Fine,” Boyd said, waving at Jackson, “I’ll come after school,” The smiled vanished off Boyd’s face the moment he left the supermarket. He wasn’t interested in reading religious books, especially from Jackson. He made him feel like an atheist most of the time. He couldn’t forget that day when Jackson insisted that Boyd should join him to pray at the church behind the supermarket. Boyd didn’t want to go and he had to lie to him. He told him that his father was sick and he had to go buy him some coughing syrup from the pharmacy. Jackson started reciting some verses from the bible in which God mentions the rewards of those who pray and headed alone to the church. Since then Boyd avoided any kind of religious talk with Jackson.

Do you think i have talent for writing? Boyd bowed on the edge of the basin, naked under the white light of the bathroom lamp. He rested his elbows on his knees as his eyes darted through the last pages of a hard covered book. His skin was paler at the neck and arms. He got to his feet with his eyes fixated over the book and stopped at the rectangular mirror, resting on the brown tiled wall. He placed the book on the washing machine and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Slowly, he placed a hand at his bright brown nibble and then after rubbing it, ran a finger gently over it. His penis erected and he pranced to the water sink. After applying some soap to his left hand, he stroked the head of his penis so fiercely. For a few seconds, he could feel the sperm dashing up his penis and out it spurted, giving him the monumental pleasure that vanished instantly as if God Knew that pleasure was bad for humans and that’s why he made you feel that guilt right after doing anything that made you happy; The dilemma of happiness. After putting on his blue tee shirt with white school printing on it and his black jacket, he filled up his white mug with hot water, snatched half a pound from the ashtray beside the main door and headed down the stairs, singing a lamentation of death and sorrow which he heard yesterday, to himself. Some water spluttered out of the mug as he climbed up the few steps that led into the supermarket. In front of those three steps, Boyd usually checked his reflection in the glass windshield of a hamburger restaurant that opened for just two weeks. Boxes of unopened liquid soap spread down the pathway that led to the glass door of the supermarket. In this small pathway, the delivery boys of the supermarket sat down every evening to have their meals and left the remains of the food sprinkled over journal papers. A tall man dressed in a red training suit rested over the glass door with his fatty shoulder. He beamed at Boyd. “Hello, Mr. Boyd. How are you?” He shook his hands and Boyd went into the supermarket, raising up his cheeks in a forced smile and holding the mug of hot water away from his chest. The tall man’s name was Jackson. He was the youngest of the two brother owners of this supermarket which was called “Nice morning” He had green eyes and yellowish beard and eyebrows. Boyd took a packet of Nescafe from the shelf of tea and coffee and after placing the packet between his teeth, he offered Jackson the half pound. Jackson took it smiling then placed it in the counter. “Bye, Mr. Jackson” Boyd said, cutting the head of the packet and adding the coffee beans over the mug of hot water then stirring with his finger. “This book,” Jackson said, “I read it and I wanted you to read it. It’s called the hereafter is reality” he spoke the name of the book in a louder tone. “It’s a religious book. I know you wouldn’t be interested, but I just wanted you to read it.” Boyd nodded, smiling at him. “Sure, where is it?” Jackson walked from behind the counter in front of which a big table filled with all kind of sweeties with colorful wrappings stood. “It’s with my niece. I will get it from her today. Pass by after school and I’d have gotten it from her.” “Fine,” Boyd said, waving at Jackson, “I’ll come after school,” The smiled vanished off Boyd’s face the moment he left the supermarket. He wasn’t interested in reading religious books, especially from Jackson. He made him feel like an atheist most of the time. He couldn’t forget that day when Jackson insisted that Boyd should join him to pray at the church behind the supermarket. Boyd didn’t want to go and he had to lie to him. He told him that his father was sick and he had to go buy him some coughing syrup from the pharmacy. Jackson started reciting some verses from the bible in which God mentions the rewards of those who pray and headed alone to the church. Since then Boyd avoided any kind of religious talk with Jackson. After getting into one of those white caps, Boyd placed his headphones up his ears and watched as the cars rushed by. He reached school at 9:15. It was considerably late for a student in last year of high school, but he never cared. On the other side of the street, infront of his school, there was an abandoned garden with barbed wires encircling it. After taking off his shoes and stepping up the wires, Boyd slung his backpack on the green grass and lay down with the undrunk mug of coffee in his hands. He brought his bag closer and rested one shoulder on it. Some street dogs passed by, eating at the trash bags, bordering the garden. The place smelt of rot watermelon. A small tomato got crushed under a newly grown tree, tied to the ground with a rope from its stem. Boyd gazed at the blue sky as he sipped up his coffee. The air was cold and dry. He could feel it over his face.

Pls read and evaluate my essay? So this is my narrative essay...pls feel free to make/add changes...correct any gramatical mistakes or rearrange sentences if you feel its not gramatically correct.Thanks a lot. My First apartment I still remember the time when i got my first apartment.The joy and the excitement of buying something on your own was impeccable.I was 20 years old and after living with my parents for two years i finally decided to get my own apartment.Moving proved to be a little difficult then i expected but in the end everything worked out well.Moreover it Perfectly factored into my monthly budget of $600. The apartment was Located in russellville,arkansas.It was situated on the edge of the 5th denver street.The neighborhood seemed safe,clean and peacefull.It was about half a mile from my college,arkansas tech which meant that most of the people in the neighborhood were either students or faculties from college. The old-bricked apartment looked like a perfect place for me to live in.It light brown in color and had some shades black too.The entrance door was located on the front left side of the building.There was a small garden in the front and parking space for about 10 cars on the back.The garden was neatly mowed and a small brick pathway was made in the middle which led to the entrance door.I parked my car at the back and got my stuff out from the trunk.There were four other cars parked in the parking lot.All i had brought with me was clothes and some food,i decided to buy other utilities later on after i got settled.Unfortunately the back side of the apartment didnt have any entrance.The only entrance was at the front. I went to the front to enter my newly rented apartment.I saw few shrubs planted touching the front wall next to the door.They looked good,I entered the building.There were two houses on the first floor and two on the second,Mine was number three on the second floor. I noticed four mailboxes hanging on the wall next to the door.Each mailbox had a sticker on it with the apartment number and owner's name.The front stairs led me to the second floor.I opened the door with the key which the owner gave me a couple of days ago. I smelled a scent of rose and vanilla as i opened the door.The owner had sprayed air freshner in the whole house to make it smell good.The house looked new in contrast to the buildings exterior look.I was standing in the living room.The wall had light yellow color which perfectly matched with the light lamp that was placed at the corner of the room.The room was The floor had brown carpet which was soft and clean.There was a fan with four light bulbs placed under it at the center of the room.The air condition ventillator were place in the upper wall at all four ends of the room. I went further into the house,The kitchen was connected to the living area but it had brick floor unlike carpet floor in living room.A small smoke alarm was placed above the fridge.I opened the fridge to look if anything was in there,it was empty.The food counter had a microwave,electric gas stove,oven and a small fan for absorbing smoke.The wash basin was on the other side of the wall which was adjacent to the food counter.Food shelves for putting vessels and other utilities were placed above the gas stove and under the wash basin.There were three shelves over fridge for putting snacks. There was a small hall between the living area and kitchen area which led to the bedroom. The bedroom floor was made of carpet which stretched from living area.It was a king size bed room and had a closet big enough to fit all my clothes with ease in it.Similar to the living room it had four air condition ventillators on the four ends of the room.On the opposite wall to the door,there was a small window.I could see my parking area from there,Ah nothing special! Just opposite to my Bedroom was the bathroom.It had wooden flooring with a marble wash basin and a small shelve above it.The bathing tub was made of marble and had a white curtain attached to it.The tub had small rectangular blocks carved in it which could be used for putting soap,shampoo or other bathing stuff. Finally i got my clothes and food arranged and went out to do some shopping.I will always remember that memorable day.Even today i get a feeling of joy and self accomplishment when i think about that day when i moved in to my first apartment.

would you read my sloppy copy for english? please and thank you? My Dream House My dream house will be a masterpiece, full of beauty. It will contain a grand family room, a gorgeous dining room, connected to a stainless steal appliance kitchen and the master suite, which will be my favorite room. My family room is grand. My brick fireplace, placed in from of my comfy cream rap round couch. Above my fireplace, hanging on the cream colored wall is a forty-inch Samsung flat screen TV. In the corner of the family room is my blue fluffy and comfy recliner, which was bought for my father when he comes to visit. The best thing about this room is the popcorn Machine, you can pop some popcorn before you watch a movie and then you can sit down with a big bowl of it. Connected to my flat screen is my V.C.R my D.V.D player and my movie projector. This allows us to play any type of movie, at any given time. The speakers built into the walls, and underneath the couch allows the surround sound to shake the house and to invite you into whatever movie you are watching. The flooring of the family room is a oak hardwood, with brown and beige area rugs, which I would place in front of the couch. On the left wall there is a window about three feet by three feet, with beige, cream, and brown curtains. This window allows just enough light in to lighten up the room. My family room will feel welcoming as soon as I open up the front door to let you in, you will feel warm, and comforted by the love my home will bring. My gorgeous dining area is a romantic place to eat, while it contains a beautiful chandelier above the chestnut ding table, which can place up to eight people. Most of the light comes from an enormous six-foot window with cherry red curtains, which is located at the fare end of the room, facing the back yard. My old faded chestnut grandfather clock was bought from an antique auction; I placed it opposite of the archway in, which you come into the dining room from the kitchen. The kitchen is a fun stainless steal appliance kitchen with stainless steal counters too. The details in my kitchen will be extravagant with hand towels having pictures of apples on them, and my fridge even having apple shaped magnets. The cream tiled flooring is heated throughout, so when you making a pot of coffee in the morning your little toes will still stay warm. The best thing about my kitchen will be the window above the sink with curtains that contain apples on it. But if you don’t want to take your time to decorate and set up the table in the dining room you can just sit down and enjoy dinner, lunch, breakfast, in your kitchen at you finished oak table that holds a family of four, and the lighting overhead is a ceiling fan with an oak finish and energy conserved lights. The master suite is full of relaxing in my Jacuzzi and lighting the fireplace to enjoy a warm bathroom. In my master bathroom I have heated cream tiled floors with light blue area rugs. There are no windows in my bathroom because my bathroom is all-full of privacy. The fireplace in my bathroom is wonderful; it is one of the ways it keeps my bathroom warm in the winter. The toilet and shower are on the same wall, and my Jacuzzi is right on the other side of the wall, which contain s the two bathroom sinks and gigantic mirror in which I placed a light fixture above. My bed is right there too the best thing is, is that you can locate my bathroom from the hallway and my bedroom. So, my bed is king sized with oak finished nightstand, dresser, and the frame for my bed. While I lay there at night I can watch TV on the flat screen, and listen with my surround sound. My fireplace is placed right under my flat screen, and my cream area rug right in front of that. The lighting in my room are the lamps, and the ceiling light. They are LED so then I can save a little money and have a brighter room. So I think that the master suite is my favorite place to be, cuddled up in my covers all day long with a fire going and watching TV with Tivo. My dream house will be the best place to be and I will love it forever, since its what I have always dreamed of. let me know what i need to correct, and what is good, tell me what to redo and how to fix. and let me know whether or not the conclusion is long enough. and whether or not the pareagraghs are good. i am a freshman in high school. so help me if you can please:)

Is my novel off to a good start? I'm a 14 year old aspiring YA author. The basic idea I have for this story is about a girl named Ever whose mother was killed by a soul sucker. She's led to believe that the man who killed her isn't real and a wild animal killed her. She lives with her older brother and attends a regular high school in Michigan. I've really got no plot beyond that, so if you could offer some subplots or something that would be great! Here's what I have of the first chapter, or prologue or whatever. “And you. What’s your name?” The stranger gazed into my eyes as a chill shot down my spine. I sat on the green counter top in my kitchen with my thick hair pulled back into a high ponytail. He kissed my hand light, smiling, and I squirmed under his icy stare, which made his smile grow. I stayed silent. “It’s rude not to answer a question.” I could tell in his tone that he was getting annoyed now. “It’s rude to barge into somebody’s house uninvited, even when the door is unlocked,” I retorted with confidence. His smile faded and he leaned towards my ear. “Listen, I can snap your mother’s neck at any moment I felt like. You would be wise to play by my rules.” He threatened softly. My mother was sitting just a few mere feet away from me at the kitchen table. Her face was pleading – pleading me to help her. Her hands were chained. “Ever,” I told him plainly “Ever what?” “It’s my name.” My full name was Eveline and I’m not sure how Ever was a nickname for that, but it’s what my friends called me. “And what’s your name?” I asked him smirking. “That’s not for you to know. Now, I do like to play with my food but it’s getting late. You’re giving me a headache as well. I’ll get on with it.” He let go of my arms and walked to my mother who was shaking beyond control. He placed his hands on her temples. “Wait – what are you…” But I didn’t have to wait for an answer. Her screams echoed through the house and tears escaped her eyes in streams. She was hurting and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. “No! Stop it, can’t you see that you’re hurting her?!” I shouted through the tears that blurred my vision. Grey, pink, blue, green, an assortment of different colors filled the air surrounding me and it oddly felt calming, but it didn’t stop the emotion inside of me. Anger, hatred, pain, vain, greed, everything that I ever felt burst from my head and into words that flowed out of my mouth before I could stop them. Her body went limp and the man stepped back. “Well don’t you have a colorful vocabulary,” He said. “Now, what do I do with you?” “Bring her back,” I shouted childishly. He looked at me in disbelief. “Darling, Ever, she dead. She isn’t coming back.” I didn’t have the strength to reply. I could only stare at my mother’s murderer in hatred. “You aren’t much fun, are you? I’ll let you live, but only on one condition,” He captured my eyes and glared into them. “You will not remember me or what happened tonight. You will think that a wild animal mauled your mother. You will not mourn her or miss her. I am not real. Goodbye Ever.” And he was gone, forever erased from my memory.

YWF Superstars 8th Episode 3/31/12 The Night Before YWF Wrestlemania +BQ? We are welcomed by Jerry Lawler & Jim Ross. Match 1 The Masked Man vs Booker T - The Masked Man brought a casket to ringside for his match. Masked Man hits the Spinning side slam and then hits a piledriver and goes for the pin - Winner Masked Man. After the match The Masked Man tries to roll Booker T in the casket but the lights go out and Undertaker appears and attacks MM, he hits him with rights and lefts then tries to chokeslam him but MM counters and tries to piledriver Undertaker but Taker fights out of it and knocks MM out of the ring, The MM looks back at Taker and gets back in the ring and rakes The Undertaker in the eyes and hits the Spinning side slam on him and leaves, Undertaker sits up and stares him down and rolls his eyes. Match 2 Kane vs Christian - Kane hits a big boot on Christian then picks him up and tries to give him a chokeslam but Christian pulls on his mask and this gets Kane even more angry and tries to grab Christian but Christian hits a low dropkick on Kane and begins to kick on him, he goes to nail the final kick but Kane sits up and Christian steps back as Kane pulls him towards him and hits the chokeslam and goes for the pin - Winner Kane. After the match Kane stands there in anger as Jake Roberts comes on the titantron. Congratulations Kane! You did it you won another match, ever since I kidnapped Paul you've been doing fine you don't seem fazed...well actually that wasn't the case last week was it? No Kane you see I told you Paul is in this room behind me thats filled with Snakes, I also told you that I would destroy you at Wrestlemania and bring Paul with me to watch it...that is if he survived says Jake as he smiles, Now camera man I want you to come closer so Kane can hear, Hmm I don't hear anything do you? Did he survive? Maybe he did...or maybe he didn't...Thats for you to find out tomorrow at Wrestlemania, says Jake as he smiles and fades off the titantron. Kane walks around in anger and picks up Christian and hits a tombstone piledriver then leaves. Chavo Guerrero comes out. This past Monday my stalker was revealed, his name is Akuma..Yes this man has been stalking me for weeks trying to get a title shot for Wrestlemania, I would of accepted but after that little stunt I've changed my mind, says Chavo as he goes to leave but gets stopped as the lights flicker red and Akuma comes out and gets in the ring. He grabs the mic from Chavo as Chavo looks on with a confused face. Chavo Guerrero The Cruiserweight Champion...The only reason I'm here is to challenge you and win that title because I need it. A couple years ago I had a serious injury and was told that I could no longer wrestle, 3 years later that all changed because I over came it! But the one thing that kept haunting me was the same mistake I made, I was scared that I would make the same mistake that could take my life away from me, so thats when I hanged up my mask on my shelf and just looked on and as I looked on I saw you, I saw you defend that title and tell everyone how great you are and as I watched there was a fire under me that led me it made me forget about the mistakes I made and made me put my mask back on! You see Chavo YOU are the reason I am here, YOU are the reason I am going to wrestle again! And now I ask accept my challenge and give me a title shot says Akuma. No why should I? You hit me for no reason! So forget it. says Chavo. Chavo, if you thought the messages were bad then you haven't seen anything yet, you wont accept my challenge then I'll just have to keep coming for you till you do! You know what fine I'll accept! says Chavo as Akuma nods. Match 3 The Boogeyman & Papa Shango vs The Berzerker & Nailz - Berzerker has Boogeyman down and wont let him tag in Shango, he drags Boogeyman over and tags in Nailz who comes in and hits body shots on Boogeyman then picks him up and gives him a kick in the midsection then runs off the ropes and goes to hit a clothesline but fails as Boogeyman counters, Boogeyman crawls to Shango and tags him in, Shango comes in and knocks Nailz back down and knocks Berzerker off the apron, Shango runs off the ropes and hits a body splash on Nailz and goes for the pin but only gets a 2. He gets up and waits for Nailz to get up, Berzerker comes from behind and attacks Shango , Boogeyman comes in and attacks Berzerker and hits the Boogeyslam. Nailz gets up and tries to hit Boogeyman but Boogeyman looks back at him and does his Boogeywalk, Nailz backs up and turns around to Shango who hits the Voodoo Driver and goes for the pin - Winner The Boogeyman & Papa Shango BQ: Can you believe that WM is tomorrow? What match (besides Rock/Cena) are you looking forward to? Current Matches for YWF Wrestlemania Maryse vs Trish Stratus -YWF Womens Championship Chavo Guerrero vs Akuma - Cruiserweight Championship Jake Roberts vs Kane Goldust vs Ric Flair YWF Intercontinental Championship Undertaker vs Masked Man Casket Match Kurt Angle vs JBL YWF Championship Please check out my YWF Wiki http://yahoowrestlingfederation.wikia.com/wiki/Yahoo_Wrestling_Federation_Wiki all credit goes to CM Punk Last Stand, I got the idea from him. (Note: It isn't complete yet)

How many visitors do you think Bush will have, when he is convicted just like Pinochet was? “Spanish judge to hear torture case against six Bush officials Legal moves may force Obama's government into starting a new inquiry into abuses at Guantánamo Bay and Abu Ghraib. Criminal proceedings have begun in Spain against six senior officials in the Bush administration for the use of torture against detainees in Guantánamo Bay. Baltasar Garzón, the counter-terrorism judge whose prosecution of General Augusto Pinochet led to his arrest in Britain in 1998, has referred the case to the chief prosecutor before deciding whether to proceed. The case is bound to threaten Spain's relations with the new administration in Washington, but Gonzalo Boyé, one of the four lawyers who wrote the lawsuit, said the prosecutor would have little choice under Spanish law but to approve the prosecution. "The only route of escape the prosecutor might have is to ask whether there is ongoing process in the US against these people," Boyé told the Observer. "This case will go ahead. It will be against the law not to go ahead." The officials named in the case include the most senior legal minds in the Bush administration. They are: Alberto Gonzales, a former White House counsel and attorney general; David Addington, former vice-president Dick Cheney's chief of staff; Douglas Feith, who was under-secretary of defence; William Haynes, formerly the Pentagon's general counsel; and John Yoo and Jay Bybee, who were both senior justice department legal advisers. Court documents say that, without their legal advice in a series of internal administration memos, "it would have been impossible to structure a legal framework that supported what happened [in Guantánamo]"…. Philippe Sands, whose book Torture Team first made the case against the Bush lawyers and which Boyé said was instrumental in formulating the Spanish case, said yesterday: "What this does is force the Obama administration to come to terms with the fact that torture has happened and to decide, sooner rather than later, whether it is going to criminally investigate. If it decides not to investigate, then inevitably the Garzón investigation, and no doubt many others, will be given the green light."… The lawsuit also points to a direct link with Spain, as six Spaniards were held at Guantánamo and are argued to have suffered directly from the Bush administration's departure from international law. Unlike the German lawsuit, the Spanish case is aimed at second-tier figures, advisers to Bush, Cheney and Rumsfeld, with the aim of being less politically explosive. The lawsuit claimed the six former aides "participated actively and decisively in the creation, approval and execution of a judicial framework that allowed for the deprivation of fundamental rights of a large number of prisoners, the implementation of new interrogation techniques including torture, the legal cover for the treatment of those prisoners, the protection of the people who participated in illegal tortures and, above all, the establishment of impunity for all the government workers, military personnel, doctors and others who participated in the detention centre at Guantánamo". "All the accused are members of what they themselves called the 'war council'," court documents allege. "This group met almost weekly either in Gonzales's or Haynes's offices." In a now notorious legal opinion signed in August 2002, Yoo and Bybee argued that torture occurred only when pain was inflicted "equivalent in intensity to the pain accompanying serious physical injury, such as organ failure, impairment of bodily function, or even death". Another key document cited in the Spanish case is a November 2002 "action memo" written by Haynes, in which he recommends that Rumsfeld give "blanket approval" to 15 forms of aggressive interrogation, including stress positions, isolation, hooding, 20-hour interrogations and nudity. Rumsfeld approved the document. The 1984 UN Convention against Torture, signed and ratified by the US, requires states to investigate allegations of torture committed on their territory or by their nationals, or extradite them to stand trial elsewhere…. None of the six former officials could be reached for comment yesterday. Meanwhile, Vijay Padmanabhan, a former state department lawyer, said the creation of the Guantánamo Bay detention camp was "one of the worst over-reactions of the Bush administration". http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/mar/29/guantanamo-bay-torture-inquiry

Can some one look at my story? Ski Trip It is February 19th 2006. Today is the day that I am going on a field trip to a ski resort. I have never skied before in my life, It is early morning and I wake up. The sky is still dark, overhead we can see a thin line of orange kissing the dark hues of blue. The tree branches outside my window are crystallized with ice. My father, who drives a taxi, drives me to my school; Willowbrook Public School. During the ride, breathing the smell of leather in his car, my heart feels like it is attempting to push itself out of my throat. I hear a voice in my head say, Oh my god, you’re the only one who doesn’t’t know how to ski. As my father wishes me good luck and a ‘’Have fun, bachem!’’, I stretch my arm to put my backpack on. I see children outside the entrance, lights illuminate within. As I walk the cement pathway that leads to the school doors, I see people I recognize. Most of them have their own equipment, snowboards, ski shoes, carrying cases. I look at myself. I had on a pair of long johns under my jeans and my winter jacket. Nice. My stomach does a little jitterbug. I am told by my teacher, Mrs. Cappe, that since I am going to go to the beginner’s level, with the French teacher Ms. Francis, I should stick with them, and not to forget to meet under the big bell. ********************* On the Greyhound coach bus, with my backpack on top of the metal shelf, thoughts are whirling, like a hurricane approaching the calms of an island. This is going to be great, right? I still don’t know what bell Mrs. Cappe is talking about, but I hope I make it. Others were chit chattering away and gazing at the TV screens, watching a movie. My thoughts were bouncing back and forth, as I looked through the window. Snow covered hills, small evergreen trees decorating the bare whiteness were in view. I sighed. People began saying, ‘’Oh we’re here, it’s Mt. St. Louis!’ Getting off of the bus, we saw people already in their skis out-front and ready to go. We, the new arrivals, had to wait a good 30-45 minutes in line for our tags. I have to share a locker with Kristy, a student in my grade. So, I go to the front to get my boots. There are all sorts of coloured boots in the cabinets. I have my money to rent the boots with the skis. So I give them to the person on the counter who gives me my skis, after asking for my size. After putting on my boots, I needed skis. I hobble up to the counter, it felt like my legs were long pieces of wood that were about to snap if I didn’t walk like a toy soldier. The back of the shop was made of wood, and this shop was close to the doors that led to the great outdoors, the same terrain where I would acquire the skill of skiing. There were two guys behind the counter. I ask them for shoes. He just looks me up and down and goes to get skiis for me. I find this strange, how would he know my foot size? He says, ‘’Here you go.’’ , and hands them to me. Outdoors, I breathe in the crisp air outside, it hurts my nose. I wander to a girl looks friendly and ask nervously, Do you know where the Beginners Level is? She says, ‘’It’s right there‘’. She points to a group of people standing in a horizontal line. I go with my skis to join them. I feel like a lost lamb at the edge of a deep forest. The first thing we are supposed to learn is how to put on our skis. The instructor said that we should put our heel at the back so it would ‘click’ and stay put. I glanced at the others and attempted to do just that. I stuck my booted foot in the shoe. It wouldn’t fit. My cheeks turned a bright cerise. My insides felt like they were burning. I nervously get up to ask, ‘’Umm, excuse me, I can’t put them in.’’ The lady comes over and checks for me. ‘’Those skis are too small,’ she says. ‘’You’re going to have to exchange them.’’ All down the hill, (fortunately it was just a gentle curve) I had to hobble down to the rental Place. I kept on muttering to myself, ‘’What an idiot!’’ *************** Ten minutes and two shoe sizes later, I went back to see everyone learning how to stop, ‘pizza ‘’ way and turn. I tried doing that too. I took my ski poles and stabbed them into the fluffy snow. I made my way up to the top, leaving small circles behind. The instructor says, ‘’Go.’’ I try to push myself off, and I go, slowly, trying to push my weight on one side but then to save myself from a all, I cross my ski poles together and fall to the side. There’s the icy sensation of snow behind my neck. I watch the others do their turns, all of them succeeding as if the ground was their best friend. After continuing this several times, the instructor deemed me ‘okay’. After this, we go heading to the elevators to ski down the slope, a baby slope. I ask a girl in front of me what the time was, I kee EDIT---Is there anything I should cut? ---------this is a personal narrative, so yeah I find I rushed the end, a little bit...what do you think?

Can someone paraphrase this poem for me PLEASE? Gary Soto - "Oranges" The first time I walked With a girl, I was twelve, Cold, and weighted down With two oranges in my jacket. December. Frost cracking Beneath my steps, my breath Before me, then gone, As I walked toward Her house, the one whose Porch light burned yellow Night and day, in any weather. A dog barked at me, until She came out pulling At her gloves, face bright With rouge. I smiled, Touched her shoulder, and led Her down the street, across A used car lot and a line Of newly planted trees, Until we were breathing Before a drugstore. We Entered, the tiny bell Bringing a saleslady Down a narrow aisle of goods. I turned to the candies Tiered like bleachers, And asked what she wanted - Light in her eyes, a smile Starting at the corners Of her mouth. I fingered A nickle in my pocket, And when she lifted a chocolate That cost a dime, I didn't say anything. I took the nickle from My pocket, then an orange, And set them quietly on The counter. When I looked up, The lady's eyes met mine, And held them, knowing Very well what it was all About. Outside, A few cars hissing past, Fog hanging like old Coats between the trees. I took my girl's hand In mine for two blocks, Then released it to let Her unwrap the chocolate. I peeled my orange That was so bright against The gray of December That, from some distance, Someone might have thought I was making a fire in my hands. what i mean by paraphrase is every three lines/sentences you say what it says from your understanding like for example shakespeare when you paraphrase shakespeare you put it in NORMAL text. IF possible please paraphrase these poems too. their rly easy Like the cat he scratches the flea camping in fur. Unlike the cat he delights in water up to his ears. He frolics. He catches a crooked stick – On his back he naps with legs straight up in the air. Nelson shudders awake. He responds to love From head to tail. In happiness His front legs march in place And his back legs spark when they push off. On a leash he knows his geography. For your sake he looks both ways before crossing, He sniffs at the sight of a poodle trimmed like a hedge, And he trots the street with you second in command. In the park, he ponders a squirrel attached to a tree And he shovels a paper cup on his nose. He sweeps after himself with his tail, And there is no hand that doesn't deserve a lick. Note this now, my friends: Nelson can account the heritage of heroic dogs: One, canines lead the blind, Two, they enter fire to rescue the child and the child's toy, Three, they swim for the drowning, Four, they spring at the thief, Five, they paddle ponds for the ball that got away, Six, for the elderly they walk side by side to the very end, Seven, they search for bones but stop when called, Eight, they bring mud to all parties, Nine, they poke among the ruins of a burnt house, Ten, they forgive what you dish out on a plate. Nelson is a companion, this much we know, And if he were a movie star, he would do his own stunts – O, how he would fly, climb the pant legs of a scoundrel And stand tall rafting on white-water rivers! He has befriended the kingdom of animals: He once ran with wolves but admittedly not very far, He stepped two paces into a cave and peeked at the bear, He sheltered a kitten, He righted the turtle pedaling its stumps on its back, Under the wheeling stars he caravanned with the mule, He steered sheep over a hill, He wisely let the skunk pass, He growled at the long-bearded miser, He joined ducks quacking with laughter, Once he leaped at a pheasant but later whined from guilt. Nelson's black nose is a compass in the wilds. He knows nature. He has spied spires of summer smoke, He circled cold campfires, He howled at a gopher and scratched at the moon, He doctored his wounds with his tongue, He has pawed a star of blood left in snow. He regards the fireplace, the embers like blinking cats, This too we know about Nelson. True, he is sometimes tied to parking meters And sometimes wears the cone of shame from the vet's office. But again, he is happiness. He presents his belly for a friendly scratch. If you call him, he will drop his tennis ball, Look up, and come running, This muddy friend for life. When you bring your nose To his nose for something like a kiss, You can find yourself in his eyes. and I was hoping to be happy by seventeen. School was a sharp check mark in the roll book, An obnoxious tuba playing at noon because our team Was going to win at night. The teachers were Too close to dying to understand. The hallways Stank of poor grades and unwashed hair. Thus, A friend and I sat watching the water on Saturday, Neither of us talking much, just warming ourselves By hurling large rocks at the dusty ground And feeling awful because San Francisco was a postcard On a bedroom wall. We wanted to go there, Hitchhike und

Peroxide vs. bleach? I received an email about how much better peroxide is than bleach. It has many different ways it could be used, including nasal spray, it being good for your hair and using a cap full in your mouth for 10 minutes daily to whiten your teeth?!?! I am just trying to find if there is any truth to this. Here is the email: Peroxide, who knew? (Safer and Healthier than Bleach) This was written by Becky Ransey of Indiana (a doctor's wife), and I want to share it with you. She was over recently for coffee and smelled the bleach I was using to clean my toilet and countertops. This is what she told me... I would like to tell you of the benefits of that plain little ole bottle of 3% peroxide you can get for under $1.00 at any drug store. What does bleach cost? M y husband has been in the medical field for over 36 years, and most doctors don't tell you about peroxide. Have you ever smelled bleach in a doctor's office? NO!!! Why? Because it smells, and it is not healthy! Ask the nurses who work in the doctor's offices, and ask them if they use bleach at home. They are wiser and know better! Did you also know bleach was invented in the late 40's? It's chlorine, Folks! And it was used to kill our troops. Peroxide was invented during WWI in the 20's It was used to save and help cleanse the needs of our troops and hospitals. Please think about this. 1. Take one capful (the little white cap that comes with the bottle) and hold in your mouth for 10 minutes daily,! then spit it out. (I do it when I bathe) No more canker! sores, and your teeth will be whiter without expensive pastes. Use it instead of mouthwash. 2. Let your toothbrushes soak in a cup of peroxide to keep them free of germs. 3. Clean your counters and table tops with peroxide to kill germs and leave a fresh smell. Simply put a little on your dishrag when you wipe, or spray it on the counters. 4. After rinsing off your wooden cutting board, pour peroxide on it to kill salmonella and other bacteria. 5. I had fungus on my feet for years until I sprayed a 50/50 mixture of peroxide and water on them (especially the toes) every night and let dry. 6. Soak any infections or cuts in 3% peroxide for five to ten minutes several times a day. My husband has seen gangrene that would not heal with any medicine but was hea! led by soaking in peroxide. 7. Fill a spray bottle with a 50/50 mixture of peroxide and water and keep it in every bathroom to disinfect without harming your septic system like bleach or most other disinfectants will. 8. Tilt your head back and spray into nostrils with your 50/50 mixture whenever you have a cold, plugged sinus. It will bubble and help to kill the bacteria. Hold for a few minutes, and then blow your nose into a tissue. 9 If you have a terrible toothache and cannot get to a denti st right away, put a capful of 3% peroxide into your mouth and hold it for ten minutes several times a day. The pain will lessen greatly. 10. And of course, if you like a natural look to your hair, spray the 50/50 solution on your wet hair after a shower and comb it t! hrough You will not have the peroxide-burnt blonde hair l! ike the hair dye packages but more natural highlights if your hair is a light brown, reddish, or dirty blonde. It also lightens gradually, so it's not a drastic change. 11. Put half a bottle of peroxide in your bath to help rid boils, fungus, or other skin infections. 12. You can also add a cup of peroxide instead of bleach to a load of whites in your laundry to whiten them. If there is blood on clothing, pour it directly on the soiled spot! . Let it sit for a minute, then rub it and rinse wit! h cold w ater. Repeat if necessary. 13. I use peroxide to clean my mirrors. There is no smearing, which is why I love it so much for this. My question is whether there is truth to this or not

Is this true? Peroxide vs. bleach? I received an email about how much better peroxide is than bleach. It has many different ways it could be used, including nasal spray, it being good for your hair and using a cap full in your mouth for 10 minutes daily to whiten your teeth?!?! I am just trying to find if there is any truth to this. Here is the email: Peroxide, who knew? (Safer and Healthier than Bleach) This was written by Becky Ransey of Indiana (a doctor's wife), and I want to share it with you. She was over recently for coffee and smelled the bleach I was using to clean my toilet and countertops. This is what she told me... I would like to tell you of the benefits of that plain little ole bottle of 3% peroxide you can get for under $1.00 at any drug store. What does bleach cost? M y husband has been in the medical field for over 36 years, and most doctors don't tell you about peroxide. Have you ever smelled bleach in a doctor's office? NO!!! Why? Because it smells, and it is not healthy! Ask the nurses who work in the doctor's offices, and ask them if they use bleach at home. They are wiser and know better! Did you also know bleach was invented in the late 40's? It's chlorine, Folks! And it was used to kill our troops. Peroxide was invented during WWI in the 20's It was used to save and help cleanse the needs of our troops and hospitals. Please think about this. 1. Take one capful (the little white cap that comes with the bottle) and hold in your mouth for 10 minutes daily,! then spit it out. (I do it when I bathe) No more canker! sores, and your teeth will be whiter without expensive pastes. Use it instead of mouthwash. 2. Let your toothbrushes soak in a cup of peroxide to keep them free of germs. 3. Clean your counters and table tops with peroxide to kill germs and leave a fresh smell. Simply put a little on your dishrag when you wipe, or spray it on the counters. 4. After rinsing off your wooden cutting board, pour peroxide on it to kill salmonella and other bacteria. 5. I had fungus on my feet for years until I sprayed a 50/50 mixture of peroxide and water on them (especially the toes) every night and let dry. 6. Soak any infections or cuts in 3% peroxide for five to ten minutes several times a day. My husband has seen gangrene that would not heal with any medicine but was hea! led by soaking in peroxide. 7. Fill a spray bottle with a 50/50 mixture of peroxide and water and keep it in every bathroom to disinfect without harming your septic system like bleach or most other disinfectants will. 8. Tilt your head back and spray into nostrils with your 50/50 mixture whenever you have a cold, plugged sinus. It will bubble and help to kill the bacteria. Hold for a few minutes, and then blow your nose into a tissue. 9 If you have a terrible toothache and cannot get to a denti st right away, put a capful of 3% peroxide into your mouth and hold it for ten minutes several times a day. The pain will lessen greatly. 10. And of course, if you like a natural look to your hair, spray the 50/50 solution on your wet hair after a shower and comb it t! hrough You will not have the peroxide-burnt blonde hair l! ike the hair dye packages but more natural highlights if your hair is a light brown, reddish, or dirty blonde. It also lightens gradually, so it's not a drastic change. 11. Put half a bottle of peroxide in your bath to help rid boils, fungus, or other skin infections. 12. You can also add a cup of peroxide instead of bleach to a load of whites in your laundry to whiten them. If there is blood on clothing, pour it directly on the soiled spot! . Let it sit for a minute, then rub it and rinse wit! h cold w ater. Repeat if necessary. 13. I use peroxide to clean my mirrors. There is no smearing, which is why I love it so much for this. My question is whether or not there is truth to this

What do you think of my short story? (Honest Criticism pl0x)? In walks these three girls in nothing but bathing suits. I'm in the third check-out slot, with my back to the door, so I don't see them until they're over by the bread. The one that caught my eye first was the one in the plaid green two-piece. She was a chunky kid, with a good tan and a sweet broad soft-looking can with those two crescents of white just under it, where the sun never seems to hit, at the top of the backs of her legs. I stood there with my hand on a box of HiHo crackers trying to remember if I rang it up or not. I ring it up again and the customer starts giving me hell. She's one of these cash-register-watchers, a witch about fifty with rouge on her cheekbones and no eyebrows, and I knowit made her day to trip me up. She'd been watching cash registers forty years and probably never seen a mistake before. By the time I got her feathers smoothed and her goodies into a bag -- she gives me alittle snort in passing, if she'd been born at the right time they would have burned her over in Salem -- by the time I get her on her way the girls had circled around the bread and were coming back, without a pushcart, back my way along the counters, in the aisle between the check-outs and the Special bins. They didn't even have shoes on. There was this chunky one, with the two-piece -- it was bright green and the seams on the bra were still sharp and her belly was still pretty pale so I guessed she just got it (the suit) -- there was this one, with one of those chubby berry-faces, the lips all bunched together under her nose, this one, and a tall one, with black hair that hadn't quite frizzed right, and one of these sunburns right across under the eyes, and a chin that was too long -- you know, the kind of girl other girls think is very "striking" and "attractive" but never quite makes it, as they very well know, which is why they like her so much -- and then the third one, that wasn't quite so tall. She was the queen. She kind of led them, the other two peeking around and making their shoulders round. She didn't look around, not this queen, she just walked straight on slowly, on these long white prima donna legs. She came down a little hard on her heels, as if she didn't walk in her bare feet that much, putting down her heels and then letting the weight move along to her toes as if she was testing the floor with every step, putting a little deliberate extra action into it. You never know for sure how girls' minds work (do you really think it's a mind in there or just a little buzz like a bee in a glassjar?) but you got the idea she had talked the other two into coming in here with her, and now she was showing them how to do it, walk slow and hold yourself straight. She had on a kind of dirty-pink - - beige maybe, I don't know -- bathing suit with a little nubble all over it and, what got me, the straps were down. They were off her shoulders looped loose around the cool tops of her arms, and I guess as a result the suit had slipped a little on her, so all around the top of the cloth there was this shining rim. If it hadn't been there you wouldn't have known there could have been anything whiter than those shoulders. With the straps pushed off, there was nothing between the top of the suit and the top of her head except just her, this clean bare plane of the top of her chest down from the shoulder bones like a dented sheet of metal tilted in the light. I mean, it was more than pretty. She had sort of oaky hair that the sun and salt had bleached, done up in a bun that was unravelling, and a kind of prim face. Walking into the A & P with your straps down, I suppose it's the only kind of face you can have. She held her head so high her neck, coming up out o fthose white shoulders, looked kind of stretched, but I didn't mind. The longer her neck was, the more of her there was. She must have felt in the corner of her eye me and over my shoulder Stokesie in the second slot watching, but she didn't tip. Not this queen. She kept her eyes moving across the racks, and stopped, and turned so slow it made my stomach rub the inside of my apron, and buzzed to the other two, who kind of huddled against her for relief, and they all three of them went up the cat-and-dog-food-breakfast-cereal-macaroni-ri ce-raisins-seasonings-spreads-spaghetti-soft drinks- rackers-and- cookies aisle. From the third slot I look straight up this aisle to the meat counter, and I watched them all the way. The fat one with the tan sort of fumbled with the cookies, but on second thought she put the packages back. The sheep pushing their carts down the aisle -- the girls were walking against the usual traffic (not that we have one-way signs or anything) -- were pretty hilarious. You could see them, when Queenie's white shoulders dawned on them, kind of jerk, or hop, or hiccup, but their eyes snapped back to their own baskets and on they pus hed. I bet you could set off dynamite in an A & P and the people would by and large keep reaching and checking oatmeal off their lists and muttering "Let me see, there was a third thing, began with A, asparagus, no, ah, yes, applesauce!" or whatever it is they do mutter. But there was no doubt, this jiggled them. A few house-slaves in pin curlers even looked around after pushing their carts past to make sure what they had seen was correct. You know, it's one thing to have a girl in a bathing suit down on the beach, where what with the glare nobody can look at each other much anyway, and another thing in the cool of the A & P, under the fluorescent lights, against all those stacked packages, with her feet paddling along naked over our checkerboard green-and-cream rubber-tile floor. "Oh Daddy," Stokesie said beside me. "I feel so faint." "Darling," I said. "Hold me tight." Stokesie's married, with two babies chalked up on his fuselage already, but as far as I can tell that's the only

Should the police seperate illegal college educated from his family man human rights abuse? Varlan, however, not only refused to lower Erazo's penalty range but actually boosted his sentence from the minimum 151 months to 160 months, or just more than 13 years. "The court certainly is aware of the (U.S.) Department of Justice's stated position (and) while the court recognizes the discretion of the court (to lower the punishment), the court is mindful the defendant led a conspiracy involving the distribution of large quantities of crack cocaine while in the U.S. illegally," Varlan said. Crack burst onto the drug scene in the 1980s. To make crack, a peddler mixes powder cocaine with various additives and literally cooks it on a stovetop, transforming it into pebble-sized crystals dubbed "rocks." It was an immediate hit. At $20 a rock, it was far cheaper and, therefore, more accessible than the $100 price for a gram of cocaine. It was said to trigger a quicker "high" than its powder counterpart and a more potent one. As its popularity grew, so did the number of dealers. Violent turf wars ensued, particularly in inner cities. To try to stop what was becoming viewed as a pandemic, Congress mandated tougher penalties. The U.S. Sentencing Commission, in turn, crafted a sentencing formula that made one gram of crack equal 100 grams of powder. So, a dealer caught peddling 10 grams of crack faced the same penalty as a dealer pushing an entire kilogram of powder. Decades later, a sea change is under way, with a push to eliminate that ratio-based sentencing formula. The sentencing commission two years ago dropped the ratio from 100:1 to 80:1. The U.S. Supreme Court has ruled judges are free to ignore the ratio. Congress is considering erasing the ratio altogether via legislation, and the Obama administration has gone on record supporting the move. Erazo's defense attorney, Charles Poole, noted the Justice Department's new position in his brief on Erazo's behalf. He also pointed out the nation's highest court is allowing federal judges to "deviate from that ratio and decide what is the fair and appropriate sentence." Federal prosecutors David Jennings and Melissa Millican countered that although there is a growing movement to eliminate the "crack disparity," it is not a done deal. "Congress has not acted to change the law since this administration took office," Jennings said. "And, we don't know if they will." Millican also noted that her bosses in the Justice Department have made clear that while they support a move to strike down the sentencing formula, they aren't pushing to coddle criminals. "Considering (Erazo) led a conspiracy to traffic in large quantities of narcotics in the United States while illegally present, it is clear that he falls within the category of persons the Department of Justice would not recommend a lighter sentence or elimination of the crack/powder disparity," Millican wrote. As for Erazo, he demanded a new court-appointed attorney - his fifth - and a taxpayer-funded appeal. It's not clear why Erazo came to the U.S. from Honduras, where his three children, wife and parents live. A college graduate, Erazo held midlevel management positions in his native country. Poole wrote that Erazo insisted he made more money as a "painter" in the U.S. than as a manager in Honduras. Erazo will be deported after he completes his prison term. http://www.knoxnews.com/news/2010/jun/23/judge-offers-no-sentence-break-in-crack-drug/

Who was the worst WWE Champion of all time + XWL week one? Please don't answer by sayin "Wow you have no life" or "you expet people to read this'" I'll just report it. The song Undead starts blasting through ought the arena. Fireworks above the stage. Crowd chanting “X-W-L X-W-L X-W-L.” Kevin Michaels (me) walks out to the ring, and gets a mic. “Tonight marks the beginning of a new era in pro wrestling. An era called Xtreme Wrestling Legacy. Tonight is the first show of XWL. And I promise you, XWL will bring the most highflying and the most extreme wrestling in the world. Now tonight, we will crown the first ever XWL Champions. And we will start right now. The Masked Assassin will take on Michael Jones in an Extreme Match (falls count anywhere). Masked Assassin starts walking to the ring, and Jones comes from behind and hits him in the back of the head with a steel chair. Jones continues to hammer on Masked Assassin. Jones throws Assassin into the ring. “The Boogeyman” Michaels Jones takes the chair and sticks it into the adams apple of Masked Assassin. Jones lets go. Jones measures Assassin up for a choke slam. Assassin gets up and hits Jones with a Big Boot. Assassin throws the chair at Jones, Jones catches it and Assassin kicks the steel chair into his face. Assassin wedges the chair in between the top rope and the middle rope. Assassin picks Jones up and attempts to Irish whip him into the chair. Jones elbows him in the gut and Assassin lets go. Jones head buts Assassin repeatedly and Assassin drops to one knee. He then drags Assassin to the chair and pushes his head through the chair. Jones then gets a led pipe and hit’s the chair with it which goes right into Assassin’s face. Blood is pouring out of Assassin’s mask. Jones chokeslams Assassin out of the ring. Both men are out side the ring and they start brawling. Assassin pours gasoline on Jones, and finds a match under the ring. Before he can use it Jones clotheslines Assassin and takes out a table. Jones lights the table on fire and chokeslams Assassin through the burning table. Jones gets the 3 Count. Jones spits worms onto Assassin after the match. Kevin Michaels appears on the titantron and announces that K Live will take on Simply Edge Head for the XWL High Risk Title. K Live comes out. Followed by Edge Head. K Live goes for a Buzzaw Kick, S.E.H. dodges it. S.E.H. goes for a Crossface and K Live rolls out of it. They both lock up, S.E.H. knees K Live in the gut and hit’s a suplex. S.E.H. goes to the top rope and measures K Live up for a cross body and K Live dropkicks him in midair. He then hit’s a picture perfect standing 450 Splash. 1-2 kick out. K Live goes for a DDT. S.E.H. hooks his arm and gets a Cross Face locked in. K Live gets to the ropes. S.E.H. let goes at the count of 4. The ref pulls Edge Head Back. And K Live gets up and hits S.E.H. with a springboard missile drop kick. S.E.H. gets up and KL hits him with a head scissors take down. S.E.H. goes for a clothesline, misses and K Live hits him with the Pele. 1-2, S.E.H. gets the bottom rope. K Live goes to the tope rope, measuring up S.E.H. for a leg drop. He jumps, S.E.H. hits him with a spear and gets the 1-2-3. S.E.H. is the first ever XWL High Risk Champion. Kevin Michaels announces that tonight’s main event will be Chaos vs. Rated Celtic vs. Dawoon Tariq vs. “The Wiseguy” Joe to crown the first ever XWL World Champion. We go back to ring side. The next match is about to start. Zer0 vs. The Iron Warrior for the XWL Universal Championship. The bell rings. Iron Warrior immediately goes for a big boot and Zer0 counters it into an ankle lock. Warrior powers out. Warrior goes for a spear and he misses and goes through the ropes, onto the apron. Zer0 hit’s a spike DDT. Goes for a cover and gets a 2 count. Zer0 starts stomping on Warrior repeatedly. He measures him for a Super Sick and Warrior dodges it. Warrior hit’s a huge clothesline on Zer0. Warrior picks Zer0 up onto the top rope. He hit’s a huge Piledriver up the top rope. The Iron Warrior then goes for an Oklahoma Slam. The Silencer gets of his shoulder and hits him with a devastating neck breaker. The Silencer Zer0 goes to the top rope and hits an Elbow Drop and gets a 2 count. Zer0 goes for a Super Kick, The Iron Warrior ducks it, and hit’s a Spine Buster. He measure the Silencer up for a Spear and drills him. 1-2-3 it’s over. The Iron Warrior is the XWL Universal Championship. Kevin Michaels walks out to the stage with a mic. “It’s time for our main event. A Fatal Four Way Match to determine the first ever XWL World Heavyweight Champion. And this match will be an Extreme Match! (Falls Count Anywhere). Now lets bring out the first superstar competing in tonight’s main event. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Chaos.” Chaos comes out, followed by Rated Celtic, Dawoon Tariq, and “The Wiseguy” Joe. The bell rings. Rated Celtic goes right after Dawoon Tariq. Wiseguy attacks Chaos with a spear and gives him lefts and rights on the r

What do you think of the beginning of my story ( ages 18 and older) ? Boyd bowed on the edge of the basin, naked under the white light of the bathroom lamp. He rested his elbows on his knees as his eyes darted through the last pages of a hard covered book. His skin was paler at the neck and arms. He got to his feet with his eyes fixated over the book and stopped at the rectangular mirror, resting on the brown tiled wall. He placed the book on the washing machine and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Slowly, he placed a hand at his bright brown nibble and then after rubbing it, ran a finger gently over it. His penis erected and he pranced to the water sink. After applying some soap to his left hand, he stroked the head of his penis so fiercely. For a few seconds, he could feel the sperm dashing up his penis and out it spurted, giving him the monumental pleasure that vanished instantly as if God Knew that pleasure was bad for humans and that’s why he made you feel that guilt right after doing anything that made you happy; The dilemma of happiness. After putting on his blue tee shirt with white school printing on it and his black jacket, he filled up his white mug with hot water, snatched half a pound from the ashtray beside the main door and headed down the stairs, singing a lamentation of death and sorrow which he heard yesterday, to himself. Some water spluttered out of the mug as he climbed up the few steps that led into the supermarket. In front of those three steps, Boyd usually checked his reflection in the glass windshield of a hamburger restaurant that opened for just two weeks. Boxes of unopened liquid soap spread down the pathway that led to the glass door of the supermarket. In this small pathway, the delivery boys of the supermarket sat down every evening to have their meals and left the remains of the food sprinkled over journal papers. A tall man dressed in a red training suit rested over the glass door with his fatty shoulder. He beamed at Boyd. “Hello, Mr. Boyd. How are you?” He shook his hands and Boyd went into the supermarket, raising up his cheeks in a forced smile and holding the mug of hot water away from his chest. The tall man’s name was Jackson. He was the youngest of the two brother owners of this supermarket which was called “Nice morning” He had green eyes and yellowish beard and eyebrows. Boyd took a packet of Nescafe from the shelf of tea and coffee and after placing the packet between his teeth, he offered Jackson the half pound. Jackson took it smiling then placed it in the counter. “Bye, Mr. Jackson” Boyd said, cutting the head of the packet and adding the coffee beans over the mug of hot water then stirring with his finger. “This book,” Jackson said, “I read it and I wanted you to read it. It’s called the hereafter is reality” he spoke the name of the book in a louder tone. “It’s a religious book. I know you wouldn’t be interested, but I just wanted you to read it.” Boyd nodded, smiling at him. “Sure, where is it?” Jackson walked from behind the counter in front of which a big table filled with all kind of sweeties with colorful wrappings stood. “It’s with my niece. I will get it from her today. Pass by after school and I’d have gotten it from her.” “Fine,” Boyd said, waving at Jackson, “I’ll come after school,” The smiled vanished off Boyd’s face the moment he left the supermarket. He wasn’t interested in reading religious books, especially from Jackson. He made him feel like an atheist most of the time. He couldn’t forget that day when Jackson insisted that Boyd should join him to pray at the church behind the supermarket. Boyd didn’t want to go and he had to lie to him. He told him that his father was sick and he had to go buy him some coughing syrup from the pharmacy. Jackson started reciting some verses from the bible in which God mentions the rewards of those who pray and headed alone to the church. Since then Boyd avoided any kind of religious talk with Jackson.

would you read my sloppy copy for english? please and thank you? My Dream House My dream house will be a masterpiece, full of beauty. It will contain a grand family room, a gorgeous dining room, connected to a stainless steal appliance kitchen and the master suite, which will be my favorite room. My family room is grand. My brick fireplace, placed in from of my comfy cream rap round couch. Above my fireplace, hanging on the cream colored wall is a forty-inch Samsung flat screen TV. In the corner of the family room is my blue fluffy and comfy recliner, which was bought for my father when he comes to visit. The best thing about this room is the popcorn Machine, you can pop some popcorn before you watch a movie and then you can sit down with a big bowl of it. Connected to my flat screen is my V.C.R my D.V.D player and my movie projector. This allows us to play any type of movie, at any given time. The speakers built into the walls, and underneath the couch allows the surround sound to shake the house and to invite you into whatever movie you are watching. The flooring of the family room is a oak hardwood, with brown and beige area rugs, which I would place in front of the couch. On the left wall there is a window about three feet by three feet, with beige, cream, and brown curtains. This window allows just enough light in to lighten up the room. My family room will feel welcoming as soon as I open up the front door to let you in, you will feel warm, and comforted by the love my home will bring. My gorgeous dining area is a romantic place to eat, while it contains a beautiful chandelier above the chestnut ding table, which can place up to eight people. Most of the light comes from an enormous six-foot window with cherry red curtains, which is located at the fare end of the room, facing the back yard. My old faded chestnut grandfather clock was bought from an antique auction; I placed it opposite of the archway in, which you come into the dining room from the kitchen. The kitchen is a fun stainless steal appliance kitchen with stainless steal counters too. The details in my kitchen will be extravagant with hand towels having pictures of apples on them, and my fridge even having apple shaped magnets. The cream tiled flooring is heated throughout, so when you making a pot of coffee in the morning your little toes will still stay warm. The best thing about my kitchen will be the window above the sink with curtains that contain apples on it. But if you don’t want to take your time to decorate and set up the table in the dining room you can just sit down and enjoy dinner, lunch, breakfast, in your kitchen at you finished oak table that holds a family of four, and the lighting overhead is a ceiling fan with an oak finish and energy conserved lights. The master suite is full of relaxing in my Jacuzzi and lighting the fireplace to enjoy a warm bathroom. In my master bathroom I have heated cream tiled floors with light blue area rugs. There are no windows in my bathroom because my bathroom is all-full of privacy. The fireplace in my bathroom is wonderful; it is one of the ways it keeps my bathroom warm in the winter. The toilet and shower are on the same wall, and my Jacuzzi is right on the other side of the wall, which contain s the two bathroom sinks and gigantic mirror in which I placed a light fixture above. My bed is right there too the best thing is, is that you can locate my bathroom from the hallway and my bedroom. So, my bed is king sized with oak finished nightstand, dresser, and the frame for my bed. While I lay there at night I can watch TV on the flat screen, and listen with my surround sound. My fireplace is placed right under my flat screen, and my cream area rug right in front of that. The lighting in my room are the lamps, and the ceiling light. They are LED so then I can save a little money and have a brighter room. So I think that the master suite is my favorite place to be, cuddled up in my covers all day long with a fire goi