The Books She Never Got to Finish

This one is tough.

This one will test your faith.

Her name means “eternal life”, but little did her mommy and daddy know that such eternality would arrive so soon. She was only two.

My sister told my wife and me about her a few months ago when the little girl was diagnosed with a very aggressive leukemia. Without chemo she had no chance; with it she had a small chance. It wasn’t good. Her parents had the tough decision of letting her die or trying a risky treatment that had a good chance of keeping her alive if she could live through it. The chances of her living through the chemo were slim, but without it her death was certain.

I could sense my sister’s sadness and her own struggle with understanding it all. Even as Christians, these are the toughest of situations to witness. It quickly reminded me that the things I get bogged down with in life are so trivial. Who really cares about the next Cowboys game, or who will win between Obama and McCain, or when the next episode of my favorite TV show comes on? All I could ask myself was, “What if this was Chloe, Sidney or Quinn?”.

Then I would cry.

Her parents were related to a good friend of my sister so there was some emotional distance between us and them as we received the updates. We didn’t know them at all but as parents, Christians and fellow human beings, our hearts and prayers were with them. Since my wife and I have become parents we almost have to plug our ears and cover our eyes when a story about a hurting child comes our way. It’s just too much. We have two girls that are three and baby boy that just turned one. Only a parent can understand the tie that binds the heart of a parent to a child. Nothing is stronger. Nothing.

My sister had started spending time with the toddler at the hospital during her treatments in order to allow her parents a chance to rest. She would call us and sadly tell us about the child’s demise and how the medicine that could save her was destroying her. I will never forget the image that came to my mind when she told us about a doctor who came in to give her treatment that just stood there and cried like a baby over her. “It never gets easier”, the doctor said.

The Bible says faith without works is dead and certainly death without faith is even worse. But sometimes tears are all that faith can muster. There are no words another can say. There are no answers that make sense. And certainly nothing explains how a little girl that was reading books in her mommy’s lap a month ago is now gone. Sometimes the only thing you can do is cry and hold on. You have to depend on family, friends and even strangers for prayer, because words simply won’t come out.

For a long time Julie and I cried deep inside about this little girl. But, tonight we cried out loud.

She is now with a broken hearted Jesus; a Jesus that cried as He watched her suffer and hurt, a Jesus that couldn’t bare it anymore and called her home, and a Jesus that now holds her in His arms and weeps for the suffering of her family.

The questions we have will not be answered here and the pain many have will only slightly dim in time. But faith, even collected as tears, is an incredible guide to the life beyond the here and now. And surely, she has been restored, healed and is happy once again.

Her short but courageous life is a reminder to us to all to focus on love, the beauty of family and the strength of faith.

Though in our minds she went too early, Eternity was always her destination. And now for years to come she will be a star showing us all how to get there.

In time, she will sing and dance with mommy and daddy once again. But for now, little Skylar plays with Jesus and reads the books she never got to finish.


“He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever.” Revelation 21:4


(Skylar – female, English – eternal life, strength, love, beauty)
http://baby-names.adoption.com/search/Skylar.html


© 2008, J. Brady

"I say it how I see it and I make no bones about it."

Why All the Hate

Election time never brings out the best in people.

Name calling, slander, empty promises, and character badgering are just a few of the actions you will witness on any given day beginning months if not years before election day. Politicians and supporters of those candidates go at it with no regard of the scars that could remain from such behaviors.

Yet only in America can those that once aggressively demeaned another suddenly be best of friends later. Even going as far as becoming running mates none the less.

However, as a conservative voter over the last 20 years, I have watched an unbalanced shift take place that concerns me. What was once political process and banter has turned into hate spewed speeches, lopsided media coverage and personal attacks against various candidates, especially those whose policy platforms are center-right. A line has been crossed and though both parties are to blame, a majority of the evidence lies on the side of those that call themselves liberal.

Somehow it has become acceptable for a liberal to espouse his hate of the conservative platform, getting moral support from celebrities and media outlets all along the way. Yet, how dare a conservative like me stand up, ask a few tough questions or suggest a search for truth regarding one of their own.

They fear the conservatives.

We are called “the religious right” or “Jesus freaks”, violent anti-war protestors (go figure?) show up by the thousands at our conventions, musicians write anger filled songs about us, and certainly we are viewed as intolerant, old-school and out dated. We aren’t cool.

But it makes no sense. What are people afraid of?

Us “right-winged crazies” support most things this nation was founded on. It’s nothing scary. Ideals as simple as:

1. protecting life and the right of the unborn to have a chance
2. acceptance of personal responsibility instead of governmental dependency
3. free enterprise and the ability to “live life to the fullest”
4. lower personal and business taxes so that businesses like mine don’t have to layoff workers (after all I am not going to fire myself when I have to send more to the government)
5. the constitutional right for us to have guns and protect our families from would be rapists and murders
6. privatized healthcare - our doctors are the best in the world and all nationalized systems in other nations are huge failures
7. the right to choose where our own tax dollars and children are educated whether it be public, private, charter or home schooled
8. strong military that evokes fear in our enemies yet earns respect with our allies
9. religious freedom
10. constitutional judges that refuse to legislate from the bench
11. reduce government wasteful spending on unnecessary ear-marked programs and dependency handouts

You could sum all of this up into one overall ideal; LESS government. The bigger the government, the bigger the budget and the greater the failure the nation will become. Our founders came to this land for that very reason and it’s time to empower the people again. We are a nation full of creative, smart, and hard working citizens that have the capacity to solve any problem, tackle any issue and prepare for any future. We the people, not we the government. That is where our hope lies.

Survey 10 random people if they support the listed ideals above without asking for their party affiliation or giving yours away, and you would likely hear 8 of them say that is exactly what they want in their government. It’s a no brainer. If I stood up as a democrat and gave out the same list, I might even get 10 out of 10 to agree!

Yet, because we Republicans stand for such conservative thinking, we are hated.

But it doesn’t end there.

Over the last few presidential elections the liberal left has taken it a step further by claiming that any and all personal investigations of any and all democratic candidates is nothing but personal acts of hate and racism. How dare we ask tough questions about a person running for election who might end up being the most powerful leader in the world. How dare we study and share the truths our discovery leads us to about them.

On the other hand, it is perfectly fine and expected that a liberal would spew hate and blog their anger towards all conservatives in any form or fashion. Apparently the left media now has their right to print what they want, support who they want biasedly, say what they want and interview who they want. But in no shape or form should a conservative even remotely come close to appearing to do the same.

The Obama camp says we cannot talk about his faith, his friends, his upbringing, his admitted drug use, his connections to crooks and unethical people, his wife, his America-hating preacher, his confusing Muslim/Christian past, his education, his forsaken brother in Kenya that earns $1 a month, his black liberation theology church, his easy career and even his ears.

If we do, we are spewing hate, anger, lies and personal attacks.

Yet this is not?

“I hate Republicans and everything they stand for…You know, the Republicans are not very friendly to different kinds of people. They're a pretty monolithic party. It's pretty much a white Christian party…a lot of them have never made an honest living in their lives." Howard Dean, Democratic superstar.

Since Howard Dean made those comments over the course of many months in 2005, much harsher things have been said about conservative leaders by the likes of John Kerry, Hillary Clinton, Jimmy Carter, Senator Edwards, Barbara Boxer, Barack Obama and nearly every other Democratic political figure outside of Joe Liberman. Throw in the nearly every Hollywood celebrity and most news commentators outside of Fox News Channel and it becomes clear why conservative values are not the trendy ideology of our day.

Their recent attacks on Governor Sarah Palin and her teenage daughter are nothing short of some of the most sexist things we have seen done in decades. Feminist should be ecstatic over her sudden rise. Yet, their true colors are coming out as they stand with Oprah refusing to admire, admonish or support her. Sadly, some in America still have a long way to go to get to the level they preach we all should be at as people in 2008.

Don’t be fooled by all of the hate. What’s right, is right.

Even if the left says it’s wrong.

“All men will hate you because of me, but he who stands firm to the end will be saved.” Matthew 10:22


© 2008, J. Brady

”I say it how I see it and I make no bones about it."

Another Stop on the Parenthood Trip

There seems to be pre-determined road stops along the path of parenthood.

First, there is Babyland where diapers abound, bottles reek, and you find your self dreaming of poop, then there is Toddlerville where the preferred language is Engble (babbling and English combined) and your goal is all about preventing an early death (yours or theirs), and other stops are seen in the not too distant future.

Each of these stops consist of various monumental life experiences too, such as getting rid of the 400hp sports car in lieu of the nifty minivan (complete with a sto-away 3rd row bench seat I may add) or trading in many hours of TV time for weeks worth of recorded shows you will never watch neatly arranged and ready on your DVR.

No matter what you do, these stops along the way are required. Those that try and bypass them usually pay a steeper price and spend years trying to repair the damage done. Only fools refuse to comply.

Recently our trip came to a stop known to many as Swingworld and by the looks on people’s faces and the laughter that follows when I explain our current location on this trip, many, many parents have seemingly made this stop, regrettably.

Our girls just turned three and when kids are three they like to swing. And they like to swing a lot. They want to be pushed, they want to be pulled. They want to stop, they want to go. The want to swing standing up, they want to swing sitting down. They want to sing dang it!

The grandparents have swings. From tree swings to huge outdoor wonder gyms complete with multiple swings, they can swing with the best of them. Our nearby parks have swings attached with all kinds of other amazing playground contraptions.

But we don’t have swings.

Until now.

Daddy caved. The word “sucker” that has been etched as a tattoo across my dad’s forehead for decades now has suddenly appeared on mine.

The swingset box arrived a few weeks before their birthday. I knew when it took a crane to lift it off the 18 wheeled delivery truck and 37 Aggies to get it into my garage, that “some assembly” was going to be required. The instructions that unfolded into an “actual size” map of China confirmed my concerns. It didn’t help that someone in China gave it their best English attempt at writing them too. The parts bags (notice the plural) that took a two-wheel dolly to move made the sweat start beading on my forehead.

Suddenly I was willing to buy another minivan. A pink one if necessary and I would drive it. Anything to avoid Swingworld.

Sorry Daddio. Get busy.

After breaking the project up into small daily tasks I got the swingset 90% complete without too many hitches. I slowly and methodically put a bolt here, a nut there, a metal piece here and another over there, and next thing you know, I had a wobbly swingset.

That’s when I realized I was missing parts.

The Joker of the Swingworld laughed in the distance as I spent hours trying to figure out how to complete this stupid thing without many, and I do mean many, important parts that the unclear instructions were very clear I had to have. After a few trips to Home Depot it was obvious a call would have to be made in order to get my parts.

A week later (after the girls birthday party I should add), the parts arrived in one large unmarked baggie. Thanks. That really helps.

After taking half the swingset apart because of realizing B should have been done before A even though the instructions said to do A before B and the highly detailed graphic instruction image clearly showed A should come before B, it was B that had to come before A. I am no engineer, but I am also not an idiot.

The girls were watching me do all of this, so I had to be careful what I said under my breath to the wonderful makers of this incredible device, but the swing had to come apart in order to be put together. Try and explain that one to 3 year old twins who have been waiting weeks now to swing on “their own swing”. They couldn’t compute why daddy was doing B before A.

Finally, a few days later, the swing set and the huge area of yard that had to be prepped for it underneath it was done. I had dug up dirt and grass, laid on my back to put in a bolt that I could swear was ¼ inch too short, struggled with a plastic ladder that appeared to be warped from its travels, prayed for eternal damnation on the inventor of the swing concept, and ended up undoing and redoing way too many steps.

But in the end, our girls now have their own little Swingworld.
The good news is I have heard you only have to stop there once. Regardless, our minivan is gonna hightail it outta here. I will never build another.

Or so I say. Sucker.

“Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them (children). They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies in the gate.” Psalm 127:5

© 2008, J. Brady

”I say it how I see it and I make no bones about it."

Never Say Never

"I will never own a mini-van!" I boldly proclaimed right after having our twin girls.

Three years later.

"Great doing business with you!" I said to the nice sales rep. "This is exactly the van we wanted!"

Yes, today, we fell into line with the rest of you morons, and became a mini-van clan. Just two years ago I was driving a brand new, fast, hot, 405hp Corvette. The envy of everyone at every red light I stopped at. Plus, I owned a bright red, double cab Toyota Tacoma that made Home Depot visits a breeze.

But life is different now with twins and another child to arrive any day. The Vett was sold last year, and today the truck is on the market. All dignity has been lost. My kids have finally completely taken over. Nothing is sacred.

The mini-van clan is moving forward full-steam ahead and the forecast shows no signs of change. I feel dizzy, lightheaded and confused. My world is going dark....

What's really scary is we both actually got excited about this thing too. Before I knew it, even I was talking non-stop about all we could do with this mini-van. The trips we could take with fewer stops, the openness of the windows, the smooth ride and the family fun to be had! Almost as if I was trying to convince my male psyche that stacking bags of mulch into the back of this thing in the parking lot of Lowes really wasn't gonna be so bad.

From what I heard from numerous car salesmen, I was simply one of many men who eventually succumb to taking the proverbial walk down "Daddy Vehicle Lane". Right past the 300hp sedans, the incredible dual cab trucks, the new hot rod sports cars, all the way straight to "Mini Van Parkway".

And just like many before me, and many who too will follow, my walk ended with me driving a minivan right out of the parking lot. All the while, a timid look of joy on the face of another dad who has no idea when life as he knew it would ever return.

Now I guess I get to start saying I am the husband of one of those hot minivan moms.

Never say never.

“So he made his war-wagon (mini-van) ready and took his people (kids) with him.” Exodus 14:6 NLT

© 2008, J. Brady

”I say it how I see it and I make no bones about it."

Why We Believe

Christianity is truly set apart from all of the other religious systems the world offers. Here are a few simple reasons that make it easy to believe.

1. No other religion promises eternal life based on the works of God alone. All the others are based on the works of man.

2. In other religions one must die to get to God. In Christianity, God died to get to man.

3. Unlike other religious leaders, Jesus could relate to everything we go through - stress, pain, betrayal, injustice, temptation.

4. Only in Christianity did the Savior die for its followers. In all of the others, one must die for its selfish savior.

5. Only Jesus rose again. All of the other supposed "saviors" are all still dead in their graves.

It's really that simple.

That's why we believe.

For more proof: check out this investigative report about Jesus by Lee Strobel, former Legal Editor of the Chicago Tribune. http://www.leestrobel.com/

“For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse.” Romans 1:20

© 2008, J. Brady

”I say it how I see it and I make no bones about it."

The Blame America First Crowd

According to Michelle Obama, wife of Democratic hopeful, Barack Obama, America has done nothing she can be proud of her entire adult life.

According to Rev. Jeremiah Wright, pastor of Barack Obama's church of 20 years, America is a country full of hate, and again, has done nothing right. (Listen to his pastor spew rage full of hate and anti-America, anti-white racism and then cuss on during a sermon here. http://www.convervativelight.blogspot.com/)

According to them, and many like them, America needs "change". America is bad. Not good. America is hurtful. America is depressing. America is evil. America is wrong. America just sucks.

Granted, America is not perfect. But change is not the word most American's really want to hear. Improvement? Yes. A return to moralilty? Yes. But full out change?

No. Wrong answer.

The rant a rave that we are at war, that the economy is going down the tubes, that healthcare will sink us, and that poor mother earth must be saved! Therefore, it is the job of our government and the rich to save us.

Again, wrong answer. It is our job to save ourselves.

Reality says our world is full of evil and has been a part of human history for ages. Reality says the economy always has ups and downs and always will. Reality says our healthcare system is still the best in the world (name one better). Reality says we appear to be more concerned about our earth than we do our own children and unborn babies.

Reality says America is great.

Most Americans (white, black, yellow, green, purple, whatever), if they are honest, will have to admit they are happy, have good jobs, enjoy freedom, do what they want when they want, eat out weekly, see good movies, have a good social network, and in general live pretty full lives. Sure, most of us have some debts, few can splurge like Hollywood celebs but all of us can agree that life as an American is still envied by 90% of the world.

Yet for some reason a dark tone continues to run its course in the liberal policital scene day after day, year after year. It's the blame America train and it is coming to a city near you, if not there already.

According to them, you can't be proud of America. Mrs. Obama said these very words just last week in Milwaukee, "For the first time in my adult life, I am really proud of my country. Not just because Barack is doing well, but I think people are hungry for change."

Wow.

Nevermind all that America has done for people. Nevermind all that we have created. Nevermind the handouts America has given other nations. Nevermind the religious freedoms this nation provides. Nevermind the medical and scientific discoveries we have made. Nevermind the nations we have protected and liberated. Nevermind the advances in technology we have ushered in. Nevermind the fact the America is still the most free nation in the world.

And, nevermind the fact that had she said such a thing in North Korea, Cuba, Russia, China, Egypt, Iran or Iraq she would already be silienced forever.

I for one, am still proud to be an American. Unlike her and her husband, I am proud to wear and hold my flags. I am proud to say the pledge or sing the national anthem. I see a glass that is half full, not half empty. I see a nation of a diversified people that rises above them all.

Unlike them, I don't think things are really all that bad and I think most will agree.

Sure, things need to improve. We can always get better.

But change?

Change doesn't always bring about the good in people, and Obama and his clan are showing us already the truth behind their plans.

Don't be fooled by flowery words, neat sayings and big crowds for the road to what is right and what we really need is usually one less traveled.

"A malicious man disguises himself with his lips, but in his heart he harbors deceit. Though his speech is charming, do not believe him, for seven abominations fill his heart. His malice may be concealed by deception, but his wickedness will be exposed in the assembly." Proverbs 26:24-26

(c) 2008, J. Brady

"I say it how I see it and make no bones about it!"

Why Huck Instead of the Liberal Republican Mac

Five simple reasons why Mac needs to go back and Huck needs to go forward:

1. McCain is a consverative liberal. What I mean by that is he nearly converted to work along side John Kerry in 2004 as his VP. He is a democrat with conservative leanings. Though he has been a Republican all these years, he is not really a true conservative. He is against abortion and for the troops which is great but that is about all. Plus, can he be more boring from the stage?

2. Romney is basically done and over with. You cannot buy the nomination. He has spent millions more than the others and still comes in 2nd or 3rd in nearly every race. He is still a mormon, though I do like his leadership abilities and style. But it has never been proven that a CEO can be an effective President. I would certainly support him more than McCain, but there is bascially no way he can win it now.

3. Huckabee has done all that he has done with God's help and with little to spend compared to the others. McCain has spent $38,000,000. Romney has spent $86,000,000 and Huckabee has barely spent just $7,000,000!!! You tell me who and what has taken him from the bottom of the pile in November to having nearly the same delegates as the $100million dollar man after Super Tuesday?

4. Huckabee is not a perfect conservative. But with Romney basically done, true conservatives can support a man who has these positives on his platform: a man of faith, pro-life, agrees to build a fence and be tougher with immigration (has changed his tune on this some), wants a fair tax system so we ALL get tax breaks -not just the poor, has actually led a true government longer than any of the GOP or DEMS (Mac has only been senator) and most importantly - see below.

5. Huckabee, unlike Mac or Romney, will appoint true conservative judges. McCain will not and who knows who Romney would appoint based on his system of faith. This is the most pressing issue in this election and few are talking about it. This one issue will affect the nation for far longer than a man who might serve for 4 to 8 years as the President. These judges serve for life and could overturn Roe vs. Wade and other liberal interpretations of our Constitution.

If we want God to protect and bless this nation, we cannot remove Him from our schools and society and murder his babies by the millions. Yes, it is murder and you are just clueless if you think it isn't.

It really is as simple as that. Look at the stats since we have taken prayer and the Bible out of our American society and since we made abortion legal and try to argue with me. You will lose. God began removing His hand from this nation in the 60s and we need Him bad.

We could use a man like Huck. Sadly though, it looks like Mac is back.

Pray he asks Huckabee to be his VP. Maybe that is the "window" God will give us to get a man like him in.

"Then if my people who are called by my name will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sins and heal their land." 2 Chronicles 7:14

(c) 2008, J. Brady

"I say it how I see it and make no bones about it!"

Yes, You Have to Be Called to Adopt

Just over 6 months ago, I wrote this article for my first book. http://nobonesaboutit.blogspot.com/2007/06/something-must-be-done.html

Since that day, God has taken my family on an amazing journey of faith, testing, emotion, and anticipation while at the same time putting us through some of the most incredible, life-altering choices to make beyond our imagination.

Having a baby isn't easy. But adoption can be even harder.

Yes, you have to be called to do this.

Being called to do something means that once the emotion settles down a bit, you still feel the desire to move forward. It means, that despite obstacles, tough choices, raw emotions, stress or financial worry, that you believe and press on. It means that when you have doubts, get bored or can't wait, that you still walk in obedience. It means that despite all of the voices of opinion that come your way, the voice you hold to the most is the One that led you down this road to begin with.

When you are called, you know you are.

After 6 months of paperwork, appointments, fingerprinting, medical exams, more paperwork, interviews, paperwork, paying fees, waiting, seeking answers, forum discussions, researching special needs children who we might be willing to accept, paperwork, weekend seminars, losing weight (that would be me), getting emotional, paying more fees, studying the country, learning about another culture and race, paying even more fees, and getting emotional, we KNOW we have been called.

Even so, the full picture God has for us is usually unclear in life, until we stand in "today". For it is "today" and only "today" that we can fully experience and know the current picture called life. Yesterday is over and tomorrow remains behind the sun.

"Today" for us is about a decision we have to make. It is about a little boy all the way around the world whose Korean name means "to shed light on others" and "whose work goes well". A little boy who had a rough start to life, like his potential sisters did. He was born at 34 weeks, had low birth weight, low APGAR scores, and other post-birth trauma just like they did. All of this just to get his little life chugging along.

He has a purpose. He has a place. He has a smile that would eat you alive. He just needs a family to show it to.

That's where we come in.

He popped up a few days ago on a list of kids we check in on that have more special needs than other "more healthy" children. We had even looked into another boy a few months ago on the same list, but God made it clear the answer was "no" when the next day he was adopted by another family. So we moved on.

We are now only 6-7 families from being "next on the list" of getting a "healthy" baby. Yet, Tuesday afternoon when Julie saw this new boy listed, she immediately IM'd me about him. She seemed excited. I logged into the site, and before I could ask her where he was on the list I saw him smiling at me. He literrally looked exaclty like the "word picture" I had kept in my mind's eye this entire time of what my asian boy would look like. It was almost freaky. Most asian babies are full, round and big cause they are fed all day. But this little tike was skinny, small and cuddly like our little Chloe was.

Then I got choked up when I read his notes. A few minutes later our agency sent us his medical report and more details. I cried even more. Julie was teared up too. At the same exact time we were both having the same exact thoughts and feelings. This was how it all began six months ago when I called Julie and told her I thought we needed to switch from China to Korea and from seeking a girl to a boy. She was literally talking to her sister about that very thing before I called her. Yes, God speaks.

The little boy does have issues. His birth trauma could show effects later. He could face challenges later in life and there are some unknowns which means as a family we would have to be willing and ready to accept and deal with it. Doctors have already told us he could be a risk for this or for that. But other's are saying he shows no signs of anything wrong. He is bouncy, cute, funny and very charming.

So here we are. Facing a decision that will affect his life, our lives, our families and much, much more. We literrally have to decide if we are the family for this little baby boy in a land he does not know, from a world we have never seen, who live in opposite ends of the time clock. We could move on, wait for the phone call to come in 6-8 more weeks and pray he finds his forever family in the eyes of another, or we could become his forever family very soon. As in days, not weeks.

We could have a son before the SuperBowl the Cowboys should be in is played next Sunday. It's that real. It's that soon. It's that tough.

But doesn't the reward of a child outweigh the risk? I do know this, God adopted me as His child, and I wasn't just a risk. I was already diagnosed and still am in many ways a bonafide man of imperfection. Full of issues only He can handle. Thankfully, He does. His love, His grace is extended to us all.

I may have just answered my own questions by writing this. It seems more clear and a few more days and with a little more information I am sure it will be. But either way, in the end I get the blessing and honor of doing something for someone else besides me.

What about you? Have you been called?

If not, you will. And, you will know it.



"How blessed is God! And what a blessing he is! He's the Father of our Master, Jesus Christ, and takes us to the high places of blessing in him. Long before he laid down earth's foundations, he had us in mind, had settled on us as the focus of his love, to be made whole and holy by his love. Long, long ago he decided to adopt us into his family through Jesus Christ. (What pleasure he took in planning this!) He wanted us to enter into the celebration of his lavish gift-giving by the hand of his beloved Son. " Ephesians 1:3-6



(c) 2008, J. Brady

"I say it how I see it and make no bones about it!"