Eagles, 1973
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh, you're a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow
Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet
Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get
Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone
Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're losin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, before it's too late
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You better let somebody love you,
before its too late.
Please...
Jim, I'm not as stupid as you think I am. I know how sitemeter works. I know that you know every time I look at your blog. This will be the last time.
Calling me a dummy isn't really the way to go about enticing me to come around.
And mom and dad have been calling me a liar and a druggie for a good long time now. You live with them. I'm not going there, and they hang up on me every time I call. My husband doesn't want me where I am not accepted and where I am treated like that by my own parents. His family loves and accepts me, and they believe me about Bill raping me. I don't have to "prove" anything to them, which is what my own family demands from me.
Besides, the only thing that matters to me is my husband and children, and someone in this family has been trying to take my children away from me. I'm a little busy right now, trying to fend off DCFS. Some loving and caring person in this family thinks I'm an unfit mother, and has called DCFS and reported that I am a danger to my children. They have no idea what kind of mother I am. They have no idea what kind of home we have. They have no idea how much love we have here. All they care about is hurting me. And these are the people you allow to post on your blog.
And I'm left out in the cold.
90% of what I post on your blog isn't ugly. You just decide that it is. 90% of what other people post on your blog is directly ugly, and pointed at me, but you choose not to see it that way. You have blinders on. So you continue to post comments that are hurtful to me, but don't allow me the opportunity to respond. I won't come back. This will be the end.
To Beth - (Jim, if you won't post this, will you do me the favor of at least forwarding this to her?) you have my phone number. I don't have yours. How do you expect me to feel after that phone call you made to me? You remember the one - where you called to shun ME? And how do you think you can help me? You are so concerned about people being hurt under MY tirade. I suppose it never occurred to you that I was RESPONDING to THEIR tirades. You called to yell at me. I know, you think you didn't, but Darrin could hear you yelling through the phone from across the room.
Guess what? I like me too, and I am not going to change that!
Both of you have my phone number. But neither of you call. I can't call either of you. So who is shunning who?
And neither of you know my heart. Heavenly Father knows my heart. He knows that what I have said is true. Jim, you once told me that you believed me because you knew me to be honest and you knew that Bill was a liar. What has changed?
I wish you would post this. Why will you not?
Ruth,
I can't find your number, it was on a sticky note in my wallet and I can't find it. My cell is 8018569738. Call me if you want.
Love You,
Beth
PKG writes:
Do any of you know any rational or logical reason to suspect that my offer and plea to my sister Ruth is anything more or less than genuine?
Jim, I know I'm an outsider, so any suggestions I make run the risk of shootin' in the dark. But since you asked ...
I know you're sincere about wanting to reach Ruth, but were I a "desperado" I would find this language:
Behave like the sweet lovely girl I known you can be so easily, and stop this petulant acting out. It all reads like a bad movie script. You will get more favor be winning our hearts than alienating everyone, progresively, one by one. There is no need for any more of that.
... less than tempting.
Perhaps there's some pressing need to contact Ruth that I don't know about. If not, then maybe Ruth needs some space and time away and folks should find ways to honor that. I think that possibility's a good one and that putting up old Eagles' songs very likely won't give her enough reason to cross her safety zone.
I know I might not know what I'm talking about, being a recently found friend with little experience with your family environment, so I apologize if I've trespassed. But just a little while ago, Ruth was desperate to contact you, and you were well out of reach.
Did you not need that care-full space you cleared around yourself?
PKG,
You make a good case. I am reacting to several other factors you are not privy to. Not altogether compliant with Thumper's Rule myself. Never claimed I was consistent. My rules are always enforced arbitrarily, with myself as the most lenient and harshest subject.
Something about the "hobgoblin of small minds". Anyway, my blog.
Jim, your sitemeter will tell you that I am on your site again. That was a joke, but undoubtedly you will choose not to take it as such.
You have a convenient memory. The weather prevented you from coming the first time. Ricky may remind you of that, since he was the one who made the decision not to bring you.
True, the second time I asked you not to come, but that was because you had attacked my husband and myself vehemently over the phone and via email in the interim. Why would I want you to come following that? Perhaps your strokes have let your mind forget such things. I don't know. My memory is not so quick to let go, although I wish it was vacant altogether.
Beth, you put my phone number in your cell phone.
Patricia -
Thank you very, very much. You are perceptive and kind, and I appreciate your words more than I can say.
You are a woman I think highly of.
Ruthie, it's not in there, I can't find it, so call if you want.
Beth
Dear Patricia, I know we have never met but have had some phone talks. You have always been a good friend to Jim and I appreciate you for that. I just wanted to let you know about the Phone calls from anyone who tried to call Jim when he was in the hospital the last time. We as Jims parents could not talk to him either. That was The Hospital RULES.They require that you give a code to be able to talk to anyone on the phone. They will not tell you anything about the patient or let you talk to them if you do not have the "CODE".We were at the hospital in Mt Pleasant until 3 in the morning and then he was transported to Utah Valley by Ambulance.We drove home and went to bed. No one had mentioned any CODE!. We tried to call starting at 7:30 am the next day. We were so exausted and hardly able to think . We tried all day until we finally drove tp Provo and Our son-in- law Carl had been able to get the problem straightened out somewhat.He and Jims sister Cindy had been there to negotiate for us. The visiting hours are strictly enforced and it takes more than an Hour for us to get there. So we left home and rove to Provo because we knew that visiting hours would be over if we waited any longer at home for an answer from the hospital. We were so tired and Jim did not want to talk to anyone. We were there for a very short time. Cindy and Carl Goy us a motel room for a night or 2 as they were worried about us making the long drive when we were so weary..Ruth had no consideration for our wellfare or Jims for that matter. The rules were not made by Jim or by us.That is why she could not have the phone #.to his room.He actually did not have a private phone.The hospital people monitored every call not Jim or us.Any way please know that we love and admire you and are grateful for you friendship. Love Mary Cobabe
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