Nicole Fiscella

Nicole Fiscella is one of our favorite Gossip Girls. She is know by many as Isabel Coates, a friend of Blair Waldorf on the CW’s hit series Gossip Girl. We have had the pleasure of spending time with Nicole on several occasions. She lights up a room with her vibrant eyes and devilish sense of humor. She conveys confidence, style, and intelligence when speaking and looks even more beautiful in person.

In between filming the current season of Gossip Girl Nicole took some time from her day to answer some questions for Denny.

Denny: What are you reading right now?

Nicole: A book called Never Eat Alone by Keith Ferrazzi. My boyfriend gave it to me b/c Keith is an old boss of his that was inspirational to him. It is about the importance of being open to meeting the right people so you can help each other get ahead. It is great so far!

D ) Where is the last place you had dinner and with who?

N ) The last dinner I had was in Montauk with some of my closest friends. We cooked and played Taboo!

D) We know you are currently studying for your Masters in Nutrition.
What is your favorite dish?

N ) I am huge on breakfast food so since I don't eat dairy, I make a killer scrambled tofu!

D ) We have read you have an appreciation of Woopie Goldbergh. What is it about her you most admire?

N ) I think that Whoopi has an amazing persona and a ton of energy. She is very kind and so funny... I strive to be like her!

D ) What path took you from a BA in Anthropology to Modeling?

N ) Honestly, I have no idea! I loved studying anthropology at Tufts because I had some wonderful professors and I found it so interesting. Modeling kind of came to be when I moved to NYC after school. I had always wanted to model and did a few little things here and there while I was in Boston. Being in NYC made that dream come true!

D ) How did Gossip Girl come about and tell us about your initial casting call?

N ) I have had a commercial agent for years that has been pushing me to do more TV work because I have "personality" (so she said!). She wanted me to try out for this acting part in some new show so I went along not expecting anything since I had no experience. After my first audition, the next day I found out that I got a callback. The callback went well and then I had 2 more. It was 3 weeks of anxiety until I found out, but lo and behold... I got the part! What a whirlwind!

D ) How has being on Gossip Girl changed your life?

N ) Where can I begin? So much has changed! Well, first of all, it has focused me on acting a lot more. I have been taking intense classes to really hone my skills. I have a whole set of new friends that are all very fun and interesting and even meeting their friends has been great! And obviously, there are the perks of being on a hit show! Free stuff!

D ) How do you spend you time between your scenes on the set of the show?

N ) Sometimes I am really focused and I lock myself in my room and do schoolwork. Other times, there is a lot of goofing around between scenes! We laugh a lot!

D ) Of all your cast mates who makes you laugh the most?

N ) Definitely Leighton! Her and I have the same humor so we always have each other in stitches!

D ) We know you are currently filming for the upcoming season of the show. Can you give us a hint at any surprises we can expect?

N ) Oh boy... Everything on the show is so crazy so expect lots of twists and turns and lots and lots on SCANDAL!

THE STORY OF THE RAINBOW

Once upon a time in a land far, far away lived a village of blue people. They had blue clothes, blue skin, blue eyes…even their hair was blue. Then one day a little boy wondered into the village after being lost in the woods for days. But he was different than everyone else in the town because he was pink! He had pink eyes, pink skin, pink clothes, pink lips, even his teeth were pink. The town folk had never seen anyone like him before. He was so different…and that frightened them. They immediately hid their children and locked their doors.

The little pink boy sat in the middle of town alone and frightend... shivering of cold and hunger. Then a little blue girl seeing him cry came out from her home and gave the boy a blanket and some food. The town people watched in horror fearing the little girl was now going to turn pink as well. To everyone's suprise nothing happend. She did not turn pink and begin to stink, she did not turn green and become a bean, no she did not. But what she did become was….a friend.

They sat in the park and heard the dogs bark. They climbed trees and watched the bees. They swung on the swings and listened to the birds sing. Soon the entire town was no longer afraid, they all became his friend. They helped him find his way back home and soon became friends with their neighbors in the pink town where he was from. The two towns soon got together and created a purple town, then a red, yellow and even an orange town.

Today when you look up in the sky and see a rainbow, they say it’s the reflection of all the town folk dancing together in celebration as one big happy family!

The end

BELIEVE

“Do you still believe in Santa Clause?” he asked in a tone of disbelief. I was five years old – of coarse I still believed! When I confronted my mother about it she decided to be straight with me. That was the day some of the magic I believed to be life faded away.

I received a Christmas card last year from a dear friend. Inscribed inside read, “I hope your holiday is filled with magic and all your fairytales come true.” It made me think back to those days as a tyke when I believed anything was possible. Reindeer fly, animals speak and a fat old man in a red suit will deliver presents to the good girls and boys.

That year I began to change the way I thought. I began to believe again. I became more optimistic and thought of the possibilities life has to offer as opposed to the barriers. Sure there is no man coming down my chimney bearing gifts or a land know as Oz over the rainbow. But there are dreams, magic, fairy tales… whatever you chose to call it. This year we managed to elect our first black president, Michael Phelps won eight gold Medals and Denny wrote his first book!

So maybe dreams do come true and there is magic in life. Denny says dream big and acknowledge the magic when it comes your way. Next time someone tells you fairy tales aren’t real. Tell them about the reindeer you saw running in your back yard, the British girl Jessica Knight who woke from a coma after being stabbed 30 times and left for dead, the man or woman you fell madly in love with this year or simply the stranger who held the door open for you today…or you can tell them about the witch at work who makes your life hell.

John Currin Inspires

We all need a bit of inspiring every now and then. What inspires you? Inspiration can come from almost anything if you open your mind to it. One of Denny’s sources of inspiration are the works of American artist John Currin.

John studied at Carnegie Mellon University in Pittsburgh where he obtained a BFA in 1984. Then went on to receive his MFA from Yale in 86. He has been featured in more than 20 solo exhibitions from the Serpentine Gallery of London to the Gagosian in N.Y. He currently works and lives with his family in New York.

Currin has stated his inspiration comes from sources as diverse as Bea Arthur, old Danish porn, and fashion magazines to his own family, contemporary politics, and Renaissance oil paintings.

A Letter to the Editor

As we know there has been false speculation flying around the past few months concerning the departure of Anna Wintour from American Vogue. Which is absolutely ridiculous as Anna is Vogue. Just as Liz Tilberis was Harper’s Bazaar in the 90’s… until she passed away in 1999… as did Bazaar in many ways. But I digress.
We feel Vogue needs a slight facelift to deal with this miserable economy. It’s time to think outside the box. So we decided to write Anna a letter.

Dear Anna,

There once was a time when models graced the covers of fashion magazines and celebrities were seen inside as feature stories. For the past decade it has been the same celebrities that rule the coveted placement. It’s time for you to bring back the supermodel and put fantasy back into fashion! Now more than ever we all need to escape our own lives and spend a few hours each month to dream. Let us revel in your world of fantasy and yet still feel enlightened about our view of the world.

Start using some fresh voices. Don’t get me wrong. I am not suggesting doing away with your current team of style icons. Tonne Goodman, Grace Coddington, Elisa Santisi are fashion! They know the history of the world and manage to evolve with the times to constantly show stimulating perspectives. Your writers such as Sarah Mower and photographers such as Steven Meisel are irreplaceable. But it’s time to bring a few fresh views into the mix. I propose that once a month you take a chance on some new voices. Consider dedicating four to six pages every issue using the undiscovered visionaries in the world. Team up Tonne Goodman with an untapped photographer, or have Arthur Elgort work with an upcoming new stylist. Feature unheard of designers, models, hair and makeup people…you can call it your “Fresh” pages. The stories may not always succeed, but people like change and will respond favorably either way due to the breath of fresh air it will bring.

Show your readers who the new American is through more documentary coverage. Fly a photographer such as Philip-Lorca diCorcia, Bruce Davidson, or Rebecca Greenfield around the US to document what America has become. Open America’s mind to the world we are living in. What were once booming towns of commerce are now rapidly becoming ghost towns. The American home is now over-filled with extended families due to job loss or grandparents raising their grandkids as a result of teen pregnancy. Of coarse we still want to see Plum Sykes standing outside her gorgeous home in the Hamptons or Denise Rich on her yacht…but we need to see more perspectives.

One final note I need to bring to your attention. In this struggling economy it only makes sense that budget cuts have been made. But instead of cutting out working lunches, late night taxis, overtime or expense accounts from your staff… consider not renewing one of your photographer’s million-dollar contracts. The junior staff should not have to bore the burden of penny pinching. And I assure you if you heed my advice. The photographer chosen would be just fine financially and professionally.

With Love and Respect,
Denny

Where do Scientologists come from?

With the recent loss of John Travolta and Kelly Preston’s son, Scientologie is once again being looked at. I realized I know of Scientology all so well… but feel I am still uncertain about what it is exactly. Usually when it’s brought up in conversation people feel uneasy with the subject. It’s as if they believe a lawyer is going to jump into the room and scream, “Gotcha! We’re going to sue your ass now.” Or worse! Someone in a hooded robe will cart you away… never to been seen again!

I decided to do some fact checking about the basics. First I went directly to the church itself to see what they have to say. www.scientology.org. They state the following:

1) Scientology is a religion which recognizes that man is basically good and offers tools anyone can use to become happier and more able as a person and to improve conditions in life for himself and others, and to gain a profound understanding of the Supreme Being and his relationship to the Divine. Developed by L. Ron Hubbard, Scientology technology provides exact principles and a practical technology for improving spiritual awareness, self-confidence, intelligence and ability.

The word Scientology comes from the Latin word scio, meaning “know” and the Greek word logos, meaning “the word or outward form by which the inward thought is expressed and made known. ” Thus, Scientology means knowing about knowing.

Scientology comprises a body of knowledge which extends from certain fundamental truths. Prime among these:

Man is an immortal spiritual being.

His experience extends well beyond a single lifetime.

His capabilities are unlimited, even if not presently realized.

Scientology further holds man to be basically good, and that his spiritual salvation depends upon himself and his fellows and his attainment of brotherhood with the universe.

The ultimate goal of Scientology is true spiritual enlightenment and freedom for the individual.


2) Next I looked into what ABC news had to say (Abcnews.go.com), The most interesting fact as relating to Travolta’s son would be this first portion:
“Scientologists are opposed to mind-altering drugs, psychiatry and psychiatric drugs. Narconon is Scientology's drug rehab program. Treatment includes an intensive program of running, massive doses of vitamins and very long sauna sessions designed to "run out" drugs and radiation from the body.” Some of the other facts the sight lists are:

“A definition of Scientology is hard to pin down. Basically, it's a system of beliefs, teachings and rituals originally established as a secular philosophy by L. Ron Hubbard. His 1950 book Dianetics: The Modern Science of Mental Health, provided the core principles of what would later become Scientology.

A central belief of Scientology is that a person is a mortal, spiritual being (called a "thetan"), basically good, and has lived through many past lives. The Church believe that an intergalactic overlord called Xenu, who presided over 78 planets, over 78 million years ago, and brought the overpopulated masses from the other planets to”The Prison Planet” Earth (called TeeGeeAk) where he bombed them with Hydrogen bombs.

The ultimate goal of Scientology is "true spiritual enlightenment and freedom for the individual." Stored memories of Thetans' past lives can cause problems in the present.

Scientologists believe that the "reactive mind" (the portion that works on a totally stimulus-response basis, not under the control of the individual) commands one's awareness, purposes, thoughts, body and action. Through counseling called "auditing," Scientologists believe they can reduce and ultimately erase the power of the reactive mind, a source of irrationality, fears and nightmares. Before a person is audited they are considered "Pre-Clear."

Those that reach the higher teachings called OT (Operating Thetan) III, a state of being beyond the initial "Clear" state, within the Church of Scientology are said to learn about Xenu, the intergalactic ruler who implanted thetans, or alien spirits, in Earth's volcanoes 75 million years ago. But details of teachings at these higher levels are sketchy.”

3) The last place I had a look was from a not so favorable opinion at: The hypernation.wordpress.com

“The Church of Scientology is a vicious and dangerous cult that masquerades as a religion. Its purpose is to make money. It practices a variety of mind-control techniques on people lured into its midst to gain control over their money and their lives. Its aim is to take from them every penny that they have and can ever borrow and to also enslave them to further its wicked ends.

It was started in the 1950s by a science fiction writer named L. Ron Hubbard in fulfilment to his declared aim to start a religion to make money. It is an offshoot to a method of psychotherapy he concocted from various sources which he named "Dianetics". Dianetics is a form of regression therapy. It was then further expanded to appear more like a religion in order to enjoy tax benefits. He called it "Scientology".

Scientology is a confused concoction of crackpot, dangerously applied psychotherapy, oversimplified, idiotic and inapplicable rules and ideas and science-fiction drivel that is presented to its members (at the "advanced" levels) as profound spiritual truth.”

I am still confused☹

PREDICTIONS

Here we are in 2009! So I thought it only appropriate to look back on some of Sylvia Brown’s predictions for 2008:
She predicted the housing market would get stronger. The auto industry will rebound with the help of more hybrid vehicles. The job market will get better and we should invest in medical stocks. Okay…so she was wrong on all accounts.

Let's have a look at what she has to say for 2009:

"I predict a great rise in skin cancer in children until 2010.”

“I predict the President elected sometime between 2008 and 2020 will die in office from a heart attack. The Vice President who will finish their term will have an unpopular and mistaken intention to declare war on North Korea. By that time, North Korea will have weapons of mass destruction. In the middle of efforts to declare war, I predict the Vice President will be assassinated. There will be a worldwide investigation into the Vice President's death with both pleasant and unpleasant surprises. A lot of attention will be paid to one of the investigative congressional committees and serious accusations will be made regarding missing funds. Finally, it will be revealed that their accusations are part of a conspiracy to damage the American people's faith in their government, with the media manipulated to "fan the flames," and the committee will be vindicated in the end.”

“I predict we can truly say "goodbye" to the common cold in 2009 or 2010. The solution to the common cold involves heat.”

“I predict that a small cubicle will become available in doctor's offices sometime in 2009 and it will be heated to a very precise temperature. There may be a special vapor placed into the cubicle. Patients will stand in the cubicle for approximately five minutes and the rhinitis germ will be destroyed. Another wonderful bit of good news on the health front with this discovery - since this cubicle can easily take on the rhinitis germ, many people that have breathing problems with allergies and asthma complications will find some breakthroughs as well. We will see this cubicle discovery used for healing for those with breathing disorders. The cubicle will become available in 2009 or 2010.”

“I predict hypnotic past-life regression will become available through a group of trained psychologists on both the east and west coasts of the U.S.A. in 2009. It will prove to be quite a success and will be widely practiced by 2011."

She must have learned from her mistakes, this year she allowed more time for her predictions to come true.

Here are some of Denny’s predictions for 2009:
1) Bristol Palin and the father of her baby…Wranger (or is it Levi…I get the jeans mixed up) will separate
2) Oprah will lose weight…and gain weight…and lose weight.
3) RuPaul’s Drag race on Logo will be a huge hit. (It premieres Feb 2)
4) The Hills will be cancelled…PLEASE!!
5) Britney Spears will be married and have another kid.
6) Anderson Cooper will come out of the closet.
7) Sandra Bernhardt will get her own TV show again.(She should!)
8) Paula Abdul will embarrass herself on American Idol.
9) Obama will begin to pull us out of the recession.
10) Denny will get a book deal ☺

GOSSIP GOSSIP GOSSIP !!

Have you ever noticed that nine times out of ten when you hear a rumor in the tabloids it usually turns out to be true? Maddona’s troubled marriage and affair with A-Rod was circulating for months. All parties involved denied the rumors, which now we know to be true. The speculation of Ben Affleck and Jen Garner’s pregnancy went on practically until the baby was born. Jennifer Lopez and Marc Anthony are reportedly heading for divorce soon. And word has it there is trouble in paradise for Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin. The couple I’m most concerned about is Samantha Ronson and Lindsey Lowhan. It’s probably only a matter of months now…if not days before they part ways. I’m routing for them, but I don’t think the odds are in their favor. They’re young, this is Lindsey’s first lesbian love and they live in La. The big question is whether Lindsey will remain a lesbian. Could it be that she is truly bisexual?
This brings me to Jeremy Piven. One of my male friends’ claimed to have slept with Jeremy some years back. And when I say “slept with” I mean they allegedly had sex! For the past few years I have paid added attention to Jeremy’s social life as reported in the papers or seen on TV. It seems the only woman he is really ever attached to is his mother. But never a mention of his sexuality. Could my friend be the only man he had sex with... I mean allegedly?
The other day while conversing with a girl friend of mine I brought up the matter of Piven and the rumors I had heard. Her response was, “That’s ridiculous! Everyone knows Jeremy is a womanizer.”
“Or is that just what he wants us to think.” I said.
The current rumor involving Piven claims that while he was out at a Britney Spears circus themed party, he sent out a text message to all the numbers of girls he had gathered up that night. It read, “Come to my room – whoever responds first gets me for the night.” My first thought was, “Isn't he dying of mercury poisoning or some shit?” My second thought was “What a smart man. Simply by not answering his door that evening it would be assumed he already had one of the girls in the room with him. He knew damn well that this would make it into the papers.” But then I read that Ashley Chontos (Model/waitress) was the girl that came to his room. She is also to be his date to the Golden Globes this year. His mom must be pissed!
Could it be that Jeremy is actually bisexual? Why is it that we seldom hear about bisexual celebrities? They must be out there. Anne Heche doesn’t count. She’s just crazy.
Will Lindsey Lowhan be the first Bisexual celebrity? Will she stay a lesbian or will she go back to men and claim Sam was just a phase? I hope not. I like "lesbian Lindsey." And I like the sound of “Bisexual Jeremey Piven” much more than “Womanizer Jeremey Piven.” Don’t you?

The Cult of Facebook

“What do you mean you’re not on Facebook?”she said aggressively. I suddenly felt embarrassed.
“Isn’t that for kids?” I responded.
“KIDS,” She shouted loudly. For a moment I thought she was going to slap me. “Everyone is on it! You really need to sign up.” She pulled out her blackberry and said, “I’m sending you an invitation to join right now.” Little did she know my email was already cluttered with at least ten other “friend requests.”
Two weeks latter I still had not given in to the cult know as Facebook. Once again while having drinks with a friend the subject came up. “Denny I couldn’t find you on Facebook the other day, you’re on it… right?”
“Yes of coarse! You must have spelled my name wrong.” I lied. I now knew my time had come. I could escape it no more… I must join.
The following day while at work I decided to take five minutes while having my morning coffee to accept one of my many requests to join. It took me just that…five minutes and I was done…and like a drug I felt a slight high. I walked away from the computer and admitted what I had done to one of my co-workers. “I just joined Facebook,” I said with a trace of embarrassment in my tone.
“I’ll send you a friend request right now.” She said excitedly while pulling out her I-phone. “Now you just need to accept my request and we will be Facebook friends.” Word that I was now a member spread through the studio like wildfire. By the end of the afternoon I had seventeen friends. Turned out everyone I was working with that day was already a member. I felt I was now part of a secret society.
My obsession came on fast and furious. The next evening while home I entered what I like to think of as “phase one the addiction stage.” Frantically I began searching for new friends to add to my list. At first I was proud of my now twenty-two friends, but it didn’t take long before that pride turned to uneasiness. I realized most Facebookers had hundreds of “friends”…some even thousands! I began sending out emails to convince the uninfected - I mean non-members - they must join Facebook. “What do you mean you’re not on Facebook? You really need to join!” I would insist. I thought: I need more friends!
I began joining every application I was sent to download…Hug Me, Green Patch, Vampires, Good Karma, Peace Signs, Super Wall…the list goes on. Hatching eggs was one of my favorites. This application allowed me to send an egg to one of my friends. In a matter of days it would “hatch” on their page. I liked to send baby dinosaurs. My fairy application allowed me to cast spells on friends wishing them wealth or love. I named my fairy Betty.
“What are you doing right now?” This question is posed next to your photo. It’s how you can let all your friends know what you are doing at any given moment. Some people feel the need to let you know mundane moments of their life like, “I’m about to brush my teeth” or “I’m so full.” Those I can do without. But then there are the others who make you laugh by saying things like “I just looked at my knees and thought What the F__CK?” I tried to use my “message time” by helping feed information about the election.
“Phase two the rebellion stage” came pretty quickly… for me. I find with some it can be a mere matter of hours, for others possibly months…or even years. It was about three weeks into my membership, or as I like to call it “my rebirth” that I questioning my time with Facebook. It began the day I contemplated including it on my blackberry. “Do I really need to do this?” I thought. Isn’t it enough that I obsessively check my four email address daily? “Do I really need the diversion of checking Facebook as well?” My answer was YES!
I sat by my desk and began the Facebook/Blackberry union. Suddenly the ball of my Black Berry Pearl wouldn’t move. I raced out the door into my car and on my way to the nearest AT&T store. I was leaving the next day for a two-week job. I simply must have it fixed. While speeding to the store I ran over a rabbit. My heart fell to my stomach. I had kept a home in the country for years, but this was the first animal I killed. I blamed Facebook.
While away on my job I didn’t check Facebook . It was as if we had a fight and decided to see less of each other. When Facebook came up in conversations - as it usually would - I began saying. “We are on a break.” Or “I’ve been too busy to check in.” But secretly I was still logging on. I began having a love/hate relationship with it. I was ashamed over the time we spent together, but missed it when I did not check in.
“Phase three the control phase” hit me about month four.” I no longer spent my time searching for gold coins to buy fairy dust, tending peoples Green Gardens or sending out hatching eggs of Britney Spear’s shaved head. I now read it like I pursue the morning paper. I had become a “social facebooker.” Much like a social drinker or smoker. I was able to now keep my habit in check. Facebook has become a way to keep up with friends I may otherwise never speak to. It allows an unexpected hello from someone in my past. It even reminds me of friend’s birthdays. My addiction has faded. But yet when I meet someone who is not a member I still say the standard, “What do you mean you’re not on Facebook?” as if they just landed from another planet.

Farewell Bush

Farewell President Bush

Goodbye and thank you George. Can I call you George? I like to think of you as my friend, after-all we have been through so much together these past few years. Thank you for your contribution in making the last eight years emotionally and financially the most challenging of my thirty-five years on earth. Actually I can’t lie to you, I’m thirty-eight. I feel I need to be honest with you, as you were nothing but honest with me your two terms in office. I could hardly believe it when you were re-elected for the second term. But I thought, it can’t be worse than the last four years! I have to share a little secret with you. That’s the time I began to think poorly of Republicans. I know I shouldn’t judge or generalize. You would never do that. Don’t worry I was raised with manners. I never do or say anything disrespectful to their faces. I always wait until they walk away. Don’t get me wrong some of my best friends are Republican... okay one… actually he’s not a best friend… not ever a good friend. But that’s not the point. The point is I remained positive and believed in you when you told me “the wealth” would trickle down to me. I realized I couldn’t fault the upper echelon such as you for the hard financial times I was going through. The more money you made the better off I would eventually be. So I patiently waited for your overabundance to make it’s way down. As time went on I received fewer and fewer jobs forcing me to depend on my credit cards for those frivolous things in life such as food and mortgage payments. I believed things would eventually turn around, it’s not like the financial worries of the poor and middle class would trickle up. I decided to heed your advice and “take the high horse and the low road.”
Oh I hope I don’t sound bitter. I have learned so much from you. I use to believe one had to be intelligent to be the President. Now I know that is ridiculous. I even considered running for office…and when I thought I might be too old your pal John McCain entered the picture, proving you can never be too old. I don’t have all the qualifications Palin had. I can’t see Russia from my window, but if I climb on my rooftop I can see trailer homes. I figure that must make me eligible to run for something. You see thanks to you and your wonderful economy I was forced to move from my apartment in New York City a few years ago into a house in the county. My commute is only two hours each way to and from work. It gives me time to catch up on my Martha Stewart magazine reading. In case you haven’t guessed… I’m gay. Don’t feel too bad for me, it’s not like I deserve the same rights as everyone else. I should have to commute to work. On occasion I sit in the back of the bus giving the prime seats to the straight commuters. It seems like something you would want me to do. And thanks to you I now have two careers - and on occasion three. It’s not like I have children to take care of, so what else would I do with my time? Don’t get me wrong, my partner of twelve years and I would love to adopt a little Ling Ling or Pax, but with looming fears of losing our home do to your wonderful economy we realize you would not approve. I had hoped we could marry each other and enjoy some of the breaks other Americans are entitled to. You know those silly little things like health care, parenting rights, social security, survivor benefits, and transfer of property. But I know your stance on marriage being a “holy sacrament” between a man and a woman and all that. I was raised Catholic and attended Catholic school as a child. So I know how rigid and unwilling to change the teachings can be. Remember when we use to stone to death those who committed adultery…of coarse you don’t because we changed that practice. But you’re probably right we should live our lives by the Bible. If you’re going to stick by the teachings of the Bible you should’ve taken it a step further and made divorce illegal. I mean it is a sacrament that should not be taken lightly…right. Wasn’t the original intent of God for the spouses to never separate “one flesh” and all that.
At least you were able to declare the “Surge” on Iraq a victory before leaving office. I remember when you first began your speeches convincing the American people we needed to invade Iraq to get those “evil doers.” How dare they attack the World Trade Center…oh wait that was Al-Qaeda in Afghanistan. Well how dare they have nuclear weapons… oops wrong again… well they’re not Catholic… how dare they. People rallied by your side. After all “you’re one of us.” We wanted to be your friend and have a beer with you. Not me…I might have a Cosmo or Martini. But then again I’m a minority so I don’t count. I digress, where was I? Oh yes the people rallied by your side, many declaring a war would help our failing economy improve. After all World War Two was good for the economy.
So here we are almost five years and a nearly $1.2 trillion dollars spent on your war in Iraq. That’s a lot of money. We could have used that money for public health care, to rebuild New Orleans, held put an end to world hunger, back the real war against the Taliban and put together a peacekeeping force to end genocide in Darfur… just to name a few. But instead we have a recession nearing a depression and the loss of over four thousand American military men and woman in Iraq. So congratulations on your victory! Continue to hold your head high and “believe what you believe is right.”



Best Regards,
Denny