Now They Scream for Blood

On my "old" blog I posted a brief note about Gillian Gibbons, the British teacher in Sudan who allowed her student to vote (please note she asked them to VOTE) for a name for the class teddy bear. These good little muslim students (20 out of 23) voted for Muhammad and thus Ms. Gibbon's life changed forever.

The trial, closed to the public, found her guilty of blaspheme against Islam and sentenced her to 15 days in jail and deportation. Considering that she was facing up to 6 months in prison, a fine, AND 40 lashes, I'd say she got off light.

However, the good men of Sudan are screaming...really...screaming for her blood.

Read it here:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20071130/ap_on_re_af/sudan_british_teacher

Here's a little quote:

"Imprisoning this lady does not satisfy the thirst of Muslims in Sudan. But we welcome imprisonment and expulsion," the cleric, Abdul-Jalil Nazeer al-Karouri, a well-known hard-liner, told worshippers.

"This an arrogant woman who came to our country, cashing her salary in dollars, teaching our children hatred of our Prophet Muhammad," he said.

Nice

So much for that "religion of peace" nonsense.

Let's just hope (and pray) that Ms. Gibbons gets out of this with her life. She isn't safe in Sudan and she won't be safe in Britain (home to millions of Muslims). I find it so annoying that this woman, this teacher, left her comfortable home to HELP these people and is now in danger of losing her life over something as stupid as the name of a stuffed animal.

What a senseless bunch of refuse!

As Time Goes By

I cannot believe that in a few short days it will be December. Oi!

Our little foster girls are still here, however, they should be returning home by the first of the year. I am both happy and sad for all of us. In many ways they will be missed, yet I can honestly say I won't miss the fighting, screaming, crying, whining...not one bit.

John started his internship in September. It's going well, but I miss him.

Crissy is a sophomore this year. To college or not to college, that is the question.

DH had another surgery (oh joy) but fared much better this time around. He's back at work and holding his own.

FIL had three hospital stays in two months. I am way over hospitals.

I might have mentioned that my parents moved back to this area. We had them over for dinner the other night and I was again reminded of how negative Dad can be. They were both miffed that we didn't spend Thanksgiving at their house. They should get use to the idea, since I intend on spending many holidays with just my children and our friends. It isn't that I want to be cruel, but holidays mean something different to us. We celebrate in different ways and I prefer it that way. I just can't explain it to the family. They just wouldn't get it.

Hopefully I'll be able to sign in here again and update this blog. Blogster has been having technical difficulties for days now. I'm getting tired of it!