When Silkwood died, Karen we call her, her parents were cited, a nation died. We wept and knew that no one would get away with corporate abuse again. But we worshiped wrong. As I stated on the 21st, who wants to die and be remembered like Christ? Is that why he never came back? I once wrote a book where I stated that if Christ were a woman she would have died at age thirteen, african-american, age three, and ethnic, especially native american then ground zero blast. I wonder if she knew this when she drove home and was accidentally hit as she stated to the copper who hit her again. I wonder about corporate life and wonder if we can ever get over Silkwood, Karen. I hate saying it appropriately for I always cry. Why didn’t she stay at work? Another nuclear blast aimed right at her silk stocking capped head. Silk keeps the dirt off she screamed once at workers and then said piteously, and keeps the contaminants away and they all put stocking caps on and she won the populace right then. But she always left in secret she told her mother, in a latest book of hers, still in shock she said. Who told the copper what type of car? She was alone but she strove to find the adjustment in life that we all search for, security with the love of choice or of beneificient to herself and those around her. She cried each night her mother said who told her not to be so active. But if she hadn’t been then what if? Nuclear power on all of us, contanaminants for us all. She prevented poverty of suit. That’s what the Dalai Lama calls nutrious jerking of self by anybody who can benefit. The Dalai Lama went to her grave and sends flowers still and says publicly: she was alone. But she pulled them all together went out the building and whispered to her buddy pal don’t tell my boy friend and she didn’t. She had one acquaintance who knew what it was to be alone, recently divorced and not kickback to her. What does it take to be a friend?
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