These people have not been caught. Please share this story on your social networks.
This man did nothing to this car load of 5 people.
This world is a mess!
~P.
Appalachian Trail hiker burned by Gettysburg group – The York Daily Record.
Just a girl writing in the blogging ring
These people have not been caught. Please share this story on your social networks.
This man did nothing to this car load of 5 people.
This world is a mess!
~P.
Appalachian Trail hiker burned by Gettysburg group – The York Daily Record.

Ray Gricar is missing and has been for years. Just disappeared. Never to been seen or heard from again.
Did he want to file charges against Sandusky? Change his mind when he realized Sandusky was one bad example of a human-being?
Was there someone at Penn State powerful enough to make a District attorney vanish in 2005?
Ya never know…
~P.
The Freeh Report is an excellent example of a formal press release format. If you haven’t taken a look at it, I suggest reading. Everyone who can read, should read this report.
The report is difficult to read, not in the sense of the language but because of the subject matter. It is far from a positive press release. Freeh pointed out all guilty parties from the janitors to those men who ruled the den of the Lion.
I don’t think protecting your job (even JoPa’s) is more important than protecting a child.
I know it’s not.
~P.
http://www.thefreehreportonpsu.com/REPORT_FINAL_071212.pdf
Freeh Report
A three car pileup brought traffic to a sudden stop on Carlisle Road. At 6:34 the 911 call was made by a local resident. After more than 20 minutes, West Manchester Township fire police arrived on scene. Traffic was directed by another resident until more help arrived. Approximately 30 minutes after the initial 911 call, police vehicle #3 of the West Manchester police force arrived.
Involved in the accident were a Tacoma truck hauling two large pens of chickens, a Dodge mini-van and a VW Jetta. The Jetta’s airbags were both deployed. Each vehicle had a driver and one passenger. There were no injuries to the humans or chickens.
The driver of the Jetta stated, “I just looked down. I was driving the speed limit.” He declined to give his name.
The Tacoma and the Dodge were moved from the road and the Jetta was towed from the scene.
There were no injuries to the humans or the chickens. The chickens maintained their silence. There was nothing left to cluck about.
~P.
I feel like summer is passing so quickly that every day needs to be savored. Before I know it classes will be back in at York College.
I’ve loaded my schedule up with some serious Humanities (English) classes and electives.
Advanced Composition
Short Story (according to one of my haters, I will be great at this because I’m a liar. Rolling my eyes.)
Photography I
Audio Production
History of Rock and Roll
All my fall classes sound very interesting so I’m looking forward to heading back to campus. Still need to narrow down my minor. Multimedia, public speaking, creative writing, religion….errr I can’t make up my mind!!
I’m just not in any hurry as my summer has been the best ever in my life.
Just a Junior in the fall,
~P.
A hot topic in York, PA is the sentencing of juvenile killers.
Recent cases involve Zachary Witman who was 15 when he stabbed his 13-year-old brother to death outside their home in 2003. Witman was sentenced to life in prison.
Another local case involves Jordan Wallick, 17 who gunned down James Wallmuth II in York city two years ago. Wallick was sentenced to life in prison.
The talk is: should juvenile killers get life sentences with no chance of parole.
Should the actions of a teenagers be held against them for the rest of their lives?
I’ve become pen pals with a prisoner who shot someone when he was 16. In 1986 Corey Hollinger shot a man during a home invasion and has been paying for his crime ever since. I’ve never met Corey but did research about him and his brother’s case in college. Writing to Corey on a whim really opened my eyes. He isn’t anything like the stereotypical life sentence prisoner. It seems to me (and many others) that two lives have been wasted. The man who died and the man who will spend his life in prison for being an idiot at 16.
Two more lives wasted….the Witman brothers. One is dead and the other will die in prison for snapping on his little brother. If only there were a rewind button. I don’t think any of these three juvenile killers really meant to take a life. Even Wallick most likely didn’t have intentions of shooting Wallmuth.
Six ruined lives.
Pennsylvania is re-evaluating the “life in prison with no chance of parole sentence to juvenile.” What will happen to those who were sentenced years ago before this was determined to be unconstitutional? Each case will have to be evaluated individually and there are 2500 prisoners in Pennsylvania sentenced to life without parole.
Corey and Zach should be at the top of the list.
~P.
Since I didn’t stay in Georgia, I decided to drive until I couldn’t drive anymore then get a room for the night. I hadn’t eaten or showered since I left PA and I stunk bad. Ying didn’t mind though. One thing about traveling with a dog…at least they don’t mind if you smell and they don’t keep asking if we are there yet. We stayed at the Blue Jay Motel…a complete dive, but I was allowed to have Ying in my room. When I took him out in the morning I was startled by all the vultures right outside our room. I swear they were watching us!
On my way home from Georgia, I made a detour in Virginia to check out the Natural Bridge. I quickly realized the entire town is centered round this bridge. There was a Natural Bridge zoo, cave, haunted wax museum, café, hotel, etc. By far, the best Natural Bridge spin-off was the trailer park.
I wanted a picture of this Natural Bridge so I followed the signs to the location. There was a purple minivan in the parking lot that caught my eye. Every step I took toward it, the van seemed to shimmer in a different color. The paint job was awesome….who the hell paints a minivan like this?!
I didn’t see the Natural Bridge of Virginia because they wanted $17 just to walk through the door. Oh well, I saw the billboard of the Natural Bridge and let’s not forget the trailer park. There were other things on display from the wax museum so I snapped pictures and was on my way.

My trusty GPS directed me towards the main highway. I was on a back road about two miles from the highway when out of the corner of my eye I spotted a sign off to my left. “Foamhenge” I hit the brakes recognizing the name on the sign. My Religions professor, Christa Shusko, had told me about this foam replica of the Stonehenge located in England but I had no idea where it was located. I couldn’t pass this up so I turned around and drove up the dirt road. The further I drove the worse the road became. There were huge ruts crisscrossing the “road” and I hesitated to keep driving. I didn’t want to rip the bottom of my car apart after she had so faithfully got me to Georgia.
I parked along the woods so Ying would have some shade. There just doesn’t seem to be as many trees down south. I was still shaking my head, amazed I stumbled across Foamhenge by luck. I even giggled thinking my Prof would be jealous…I saw the Georgia Guidestones and Foamhenge!
I didn’t stay at Foamhenge more than half an hour. My Facebook status announced I had jumped on a plane with Ying and flown to England. From a distance, Foamhenge was convincing. Once I was closer I could see how the weather had worn the foam rocks down. Pieces of metal, rebar I suppose, were sticking out the top of the rocks. A couple of the stones had been vandalized but not anything serious. The foam replica of Stonehenge was very cool. Not spiritually moving, but cool. I didn’t realize there was a theory about Merlin moving the huge stones with magic. I think that sounds more believable than the human theory.
Maybe Merlin was an alien wizard….he would have loved the minivan and vultures.
~P.
This is how my mind works. If you scare easily, stop reading now.
Ok, you are still reading….you must be a glutton for punishment. There are many of you out there.
On Tuesday, June 19, I had the television on the History channel and they were showing a marathon of Ancient Alien Theory, a show I absolutely love. Giorgio A. Tsoukalos is my favorite speaker on this show. He has crazy man hair and likes it.
I was listening to Giorgio talk about the Mayan calendar, extra-terrestrial life, UFOs, etc. and I was overcome with the desire to get my ass to Georgia to see the Georgia Guidestones. I don’t remember how I first heard about the stones but last year I watched Brad Meltzer’s Decoded episode featuring them. I also did a tremendous amount of research to make it part of my New Religious Movement final thesis. My fictional religion was based on the Guidestones and Lady Gaga as a charismatic leader for the apocalyptic end of the world.
http://girlboxer1970.com/2012/01/01/lady-gaga-leader-of-the-church-of-ga/
Don’t be silly. I don’t believe Lady Gaga is going to take over the world even if she has enough little monsters following her to do so.
I had previously looked into traveling by train to Georgia but that didn’t seem like an appropriate action. I wanted to drive to Georgia in the worst way so I called for a car rental price. That was a no go because I didn’t have a major credit card or a job and Dale could not rent a car for me to drive. This was a very personal, spiritual trip that I wanted to take alone or possibly with my sister Suz. She just started a new job so she wasn’t going to be able to travel. With no way to legally rent a car, I decided I was going to take my 20 year old Honda Accord and travel in faith.
I planned to drive to Cummings, GA first (near Atlanta) and stay with Dale’s sister, Georgie. In my duffel bag I had a pair of jeans, a nice blouse, a York College t-shirt, two pair of shorts, swimsuit and other essentials I expected to need. Grabbed Ying’s dog food, my laptop, camera and cell and I walked out the door for Georgia at 1:30 PM without telling anyone.
A few hours into driving I texted Dale “I’ve got GA in my GPS!” and he responded “good!” It wasn’t until he came home from work that he realized I meant I was driving at that moment. My leaving without saying goodbye upset him and I completely understood why he was upset. I explained that I believe God wanted me to leave right then. I didn’t question myself with this belief and I didn’t want to give anyone the opportunity to question it. There would be no one trying to talk me out of driving my car over 1,000 miles to see this granite monument if Ying and I just left.
At first it seemed like I was making great time. I was passing through states quickly and my GPS (speaking in Spanish) gave an arrival time of 2:00 AM. I drove straight through to South Carolina before I stopped at midnight at a rest area and fell asleep in my car. Ying who had been napping the entire trip stood guard while I dozed. I awoke at 6 AM seriously cramped from sleeping in a Honda Accord. After a potty trip and some stretching, Ying and I hit the road.
We drove for about an hour and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. At the next rest stop I pulled off again and slept until 8 AM. I know the dangers of driving when you are so sleepy you can’t keep your eyes open. Another hour of rest did me wonders and for the second time on Wednesday, we left for Georgia.
At noon I noticed Elberton had popped up on the GPS and suddenly driving to Cummings first was no longer an option. I texted Dale I was going to the stones first, then to his sister’s house. That didn’t happen either…
I didn’t know the road the stones were on so I just put Elberton into the GPS. I saw the Georgia Guidestones on the hill before the GPS announced we were in Elberton. There was a small sign noting the Guidestones location on Guidestone Road. I had already passed the road so I turned around. If you are not looking, the sign and the stones would easily be missed.
At first I felt giddy at finally reaching my destination 24 hours after leaving Pennsylvania. But as I drove up the gravel road, I was overcome with emotion. This was not the reaction I had expected. Tears were flowing out of my eyes and my nose was running so bad it grossed me out. I had no tissues or napkins left in the car so I opted for my York College t-shirt. I couldn’t get out of my car at first, even after all that driving.
After making a video with Ying full of crying, blubbering and probably not making much sense, I exited my car and headed to the stones. There were other people there also. Two men appeared to be making a documentary and were interviewing another man. I didn’t pay much attention to them as I walked towards the stones. When I came around to the English inscription and read it in person, touching the granite, I lost it again.
The documentary guys had finished talking to the other man and now they were apparently watching me. I have no idea who they were and their white passenger van gave no clues to their business. No one else got out of the van even though I could see the outline of other people through the tinted windows.
The tears were really rolling while I leaned on that granite stone trying to grasp what all it meant for the future of the world. I tried to get a grip but it was pointless so I just bawled like a baby. I could hear the man with the video saying, “Now tell me people don’t believe what these stones say? There is a woman weeping on the monument and that is proof of belief.” How the hell did I wind up in this man’s video about the Georgia Guidestones? Neither man tried to speak to me and I was pleased. I didn’t drive there to have some religious debate or discuss my personal beliefs. That’s what I have a blog for.
Engraved on the stones:
A message consisting of a set of ten guidelines or principles is engraved on the Georgia Guidestones in eight different languages, one language on each face of the four large upright stones. Moving clockwise around the structure from due north, these languages are: English, Spanish, Swahili, Hindi, Hebrew, Arabic, Chinese, andRussian.
So why was I crying? Relief. I felt a huge relief. Maybe because my car made it and that was my goal. No, that’s not why. I cried because I am saved by the blood of Jesus Christ. When I read on these huge tablets that the population of the Earth will be reduced to 500 million people I interpret that as the apocalypse that is written about in the Bible. I’m not going to be one of the people left behind. On December 21, 2012 the Mayan calendar ends. What do a bunch of Mayan people know? I’m thinking they knew more about the Heavens then we will ever learn before the end of times. They didn’t just run out of rocks so there must be a reason the calendar ends on that day. I was at the Mayan ruins and there was no shortage of stones.
My religious beliefs are out there. I was raised in the Lutheran faith and I’m thankful for that. I learned all the Bible stories, went to Sunday school and VBS over the summers. I memorized the Lord’s Prayer, the Nicene Creed, Bible verses and songs. I believe what it says in the Bible. It’s not some fictional book full of crazy stories. It’s a non-fiction book full of crazy stories. All of the stories revolving around an alien named God who decided to create Earth and everything on it.
There were many people who came to see the stones in the 45 minutes I was there. I could tell by watching them who knew what the stones were all about and who was getting a shock by way of huge, granite tablets that day. Some were outraged and stated it was someone with money who wanted to cause a stir. That theory doesn’t work for me. The land had to be purchased, the monument drawn up on blueprints, and then taken to the granite company to be made and placed. This all happened in 1979-1980 so if the goal was just to stir things up in the world, it was a complete failure. Even in Georgia, people had no idea what I was talking about. Dale’s sister Georgie lives less than 2 hours from the monument and had never heard about it.
It was hot on that hill and there was no shade available other than standing under the capstone of the monument. Ying had crawled under my car to get out of the sun. I would have left the car run if I had air-conditioning but that took a shit back when the car was still my brother Sam’s. This trip has reminded me how luxurious cooled air is. I texted Dale I was leaving the stones and coming home. He asked why and I wrote back, “I saw what I came to see in GA.” I pushed the home button on my GPS and was headed back to Pennsylvania.
My faith in God is stronger than it has ever been and I am thankful he watched over me on my pilgrimage to see the Georgia Guidestones. ~P.
Want to read more about the Guidestones and why people feel the need to do this?
Click here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Georgia_Guidestones
Past Disturbing….
I wake up every morning because I’m not dead. That’s what everyone does, so I’m not special. I feel special though. Everyone should feel special now and then. It is good for the soul.
Alright, if you are reading this, you are not dead either. So let’s talk about this thing we all have to deal with: life. Life has its up and downs depending on how much money you have. Oops, that’s not right. Life has its up and downs no matter who you are or think you are. I’ve had people get in my face (or witnessed people in others faces) screaming, “Do you know who the fuck I am?” Usually they repeat the same line a few times to make their point. I’ve found that usually the person doing the yelling knows I know who they are. Perfect strangers don’t walk up and begin screaming in my face, “Do you know who the fuck I am?” Therefore the question really is pointless. Of course I know who you are, but if I ain’t fucking you or feeding you I don’t give a shit.
So this life thing is a relatively short period of time. Some people accomplish great things during their life while others don’t amount to Jack Squat. If you don’t know who Jack Squat is, you probably shouldn’t be reading this. In my short 41 years on this planet, I’ve done quite a bit. Two marriages, one divorce, three children, two careers and now attending college to make my work something I love to do, write! Attending college as an adult is incredibly rewarding, even more rewarding than attending as a teenager. As an adult, I never attend classes with a hangover.
Is 2012 the last year anyone gets to graduate from college? Think of all the consumer goods that have already been printed with dates past December 21, 2012. All the coffee cups printed with The Class of 2013 will never be drank from, the celebratory grad t-shirts never worn. I wouldn’t want to graduate in 2013 anyway, because thirteen is an unlucky number.
I’m ready! I’m ready! I’m ready for the end of the world. There really is not anywhere I would rather be than with my creator. While I cherish and love my family and friends here on earth, I know even after my death, I will have the opportunity to see them again. Being that we are all saved and not going to hell, that is. I’m saved and have no fear of dying, unless it is a long, drawn out, painful death. God bless those martyrs through-out time. I don’t know if I could have burned on a stake while singing hymns of praise, unless God interprets screaming in agony as praise. On the other hand, if I had been Cassie Bernall, I would have said, “Yes” also, even with a gun pointed at my head, knowing this individual would most likely take my life. (Columbine High School) People die every day by natural causes, accidents, illness etc. but you don’t get many people dying in the name of God.
The Romans persecution of early Christians is how martyrs came about. Cassie Bernall is a modern-day martyr and if someone would ever hold a gun to my head and ask if I believe in God, I firmly believe I would answer “yes” knowing that mostly likely, I would not wake be waking up the next day.
What would your answer be?
~P.