Who do you think buys the stones I bring out, dreamy American girls who want a story book wedding and a big shiny rock. It’s like the ones they see in the advertisements in your politically correct magazines, so please, don’t come here and make judgements on me, alright. I provide a service, the world wants what we have, and they want it cheap. We’re in business together, get over yourself, darling. – Danny Archer, Blood Diamond

It’s 12  : 38 PM on day 1055 of my journey towards independence and I’ve managed to  brush my teeth,   feed myself boiled egg and  All Bran Flakes for breakfast,   read Judges 14, pray,   publish my Disability of the Day feature,       tweet and Facebook about my campaign –  no one made a donation so far today but some people promised to I guess that’s something I refuse to quit you only fail when you stop trying and I refuse to stop  trying– help my brother study for his Afrikaans test – the  job of a sister is never done but he’s a great kid (most of the time) and I’m glad to help (most of the time) 🙂 – and promote my campaign some more – still no luck.

Two days ago I watched Blood Diamond – a movie about diamonds and the role they play in war – it was the most horrific portrayal of reality I have ever seen  before I saw this movie I never thought much about diamonds but now every time I see a diamond I will always wonder how that rock got from  the mine to the woman’s  finger people getting maimed and murdered all so a woman can have a shiny rock on her  finger doesn’t seem worth it to me we as people need to decide that we don’t want anything at the expense of another human being’s life.