How Sweet it is to be Rich and Famous!

Genine - excellent points. Is it good behavior to show up? Is that justice?
I think as long as people keep questioning (like you just have) perhaps some day somewhere, there will be true justice. ~j

We can keep hoping.

The thing about Harry not being deployed, not only does it save his life but more importantly it saves the lives of his men...that seems reasonable to me..as for Paris Hilton..that just gags me, she should do the whole 45 days..time off for good behavior because she showed up in court....hell I would have given her more time because she shows disregard for anything around her.

The British Army have claimed they have verified reports of snipers being given the target of taking out Prince Harry. This makes for even more danger for those who are serving with him.

His uncle served in the Falklands War as a helicopter pilot. The idea of royalty as serving officers is tradition here. The Queen lost at least one cousin and an uncle during WWII.

IMO - Rank has nothing to do with it!

BTW - I am a Scots Nationalist, no royalist!

As for Paris Hilton... I know nothing about the woman (and hope to continue to be absolutely clueless about her for as long as possible!)

Very good artcle: as I stated before: someone of that importance to the Britisih people, whose demise in action would cause to much pain...As I stated before: there was no intention to ever send him in, opionion of couse. As for as this Paris Hilton lady, never heard of her until she got her sentence. I glanced at one of our newsstatiins, which I don't usually do...as we usullay know, most of our newstations suck...Maybe I'll say more about that later, or at another place and times...I was just speaking to an ABC reporter the other day who called my home...you know seven on line....She almost laughed when I started to tell her my fincial problems, ect....She asked me if I had the $57,000 bill that I suddenly owe the Social Security Department, of course she didn't know that I was laghing too. I reminded her that about twenty-five years ago I was on one of their news stations while I was a prisoner (here I am, forgot the Paris lady; who is she, actress? a singing lady, one of Hefner's ladies?)at Riker's Island. Milions of Americans whiched the report, so no need to go on. But then again.....Oh, my PTSD's, hey writing aboout it might help?...But wait: truly now, It's time to take one of my pshcotropics...be right back....Klonopin...pretty good stuff...doing well now...actually I shouldn't be saying that....have my doctor finds out, theri might be another wired loaded up of different meds to make me even weller: Now where was I was...PTSD's...oh, yea, Rikers Island, the rock.....First the interview: well, anyway, back on the farm known as New York City's Potter's Field....out of the clear blue sky...there were reporters all over the Field, speaking, don't quite remember why they were there....What do I am reemmeber some very intellectual looks, some very funny laughing looks, prisoner, prison officeial without shame having a good old time...and bearly sane me attemping to understand why they just didn't know that is was only disturbed that the camera's weren't (actually maybe they were) focusing on the half buried, discustingly kept children's portion of the cemetary....I remember when we got back to the Island when all the prisoners rushed to the TV, to wacth the report...Actuallly i never did and I was hoping that I wasn't shown on the TV in such a State....I was very, very, depressed feeling sorry for somebody....me of course, anyway, I went to sleep, I think while the show begin....I'll just mention a little about my grand time on Riker's Island...Now of course my only mistake was that I mentioned that I was a vegetaian...maybe that's why I was almost staved to death...Went in aboout 230 left about 90 pounds or so....I remember the one perticular coffen they opened, poor soul, was torchered to death....they opened the box and began to unwrap the wax paper....they stooped when they got to his penal area...and ask me if I wanted to see I little more? I said no quickly...in a way I said to Hell with the etire event....Then there was the time...just before I went deeper into the pit of dignity....What came out of the body truck that day...the writing was very different; for one, that's the coffen writing...and the strange coincidence, Joshoph, Many, Jesus, ect, all in a brillent row ready for the group internment...how was it three in a row, and three up, and that makes it nine in a row.....(Now why an I thinking of that special tie I have in my closet?) O.K. deeper for awhile...months locked in a cell...no running water except the toilet...days, and days and nights and nights of haluscinating...whaching the other prisoners out side threw the fealthy windows that were delberletly, perminentlyl locked so I coun't opin them, no are vent except the small slit benieth the door...near a hundred degreed out in the yard and hotter in my cell...the many drinks form the towilet bowl while at least one Social Worker was laughing while he looked threw the door window....ect, ect, ect, ect...yo Psyco, Psychiatrists I'm sure you know what the ect, ect...means...That State Relgion Get An "A plus." Fidel: You Were Very Chatholic: I never watch that portion of twentith history...My time was an extrremly easy joournt7y compaired to other.

You poor wee mannie. I suggest you get some psychiatric help.