Updated
May 30, 2005
This
web site is all about making a difference. If someone were to
ask, could two women senior citizens change the course of the
political atmosphere in America today? I would say, “Not
a chance.” Yet after I built this web site—after I
looked at the “images for a corrupt time,” I began
to believe that with your help we can change the course of history.
I’m
not saying that my mother and I are special. We’re not.
We are a mother daughter team. I’m the daughter—Katherine
Yurica—(the two painted photos on the left). My mom, Kelly
Leosis, is on the right. She’s in her eighties. I’m
in my sixties. Other important things about us: We drove our
1967 VW bug that I bought new in 1967 until April of 2005--that's
38 years. Then she gave up the ghost. The Bug was yellow with
light blue freckles where the paint had peeled away. It was bright
yellow. And it did make people smile and wave! We used to wave
back. Now we're driving a 1993 Subaru I bought in April. Everything
works on it! And it's got all wheel drive! It's name is Beeep!
She's adjusting to life with us and learning how to counsel me
on all important decisions! She'll only use unleaded fuel, and
she likes to have her face and windows washed once a day! She'd
like you to know that we're just plain ordinary born again Christians!
Kelly.
my mom, works as the editor of the Yurica Report whenever
she can get around to it, and I do the investigative analytical
work. I also am the artist, designer and writer on this web site
until we can attract other writers and other artists to join
us in a quest to save the values that we hold dear and true.
Kelly
was educated at UCLA with a B.A. in psychology in 1949. I was
educated at East Los Angeles College where I was elected the
first woman student body president and earned an A.A. degree
in English. I received my B.A. in English literature at U.S.C. I
also attended the USC School of Law, where I was elected the
first woman class president in the U.S. In 1966, I began
the study of art in Mexico. I was shaken as an artist as
I saw what others did not see: America was in trouble. Specialization
was creating an airless vacuum where responsibility could not
grow. Viet Nam began with a lie and ended with young and
beautiful soldiers coming home in body bags. We learned nothing
as a people.
Today,
there’s a foul wind in the air. America stinks of open hatred,
arrogance, greed and a lust for power. There’s a smug
complacency brought about, no doubt by a sense of personal comfort
that deludes millions into thinking that because they belong
to the “in” group—hellish results will be visited
only upon another class of Americans. So they live without
protest, watching the Republican party become the instrument
of the religious right, letting freedoms be torn away from the
cloth—the very fabric of our country, and they say nothing.
They will endure any hardship so long as they do not have to
take a stand against the violent and corrupt among us. Satisfied
with the twists and turns this country has made in the last two
years, the fiddlers fiddle, while America burns its resources,
its dollars, its credibility, its young men and women, and the
very heart of our Constitution.
With
your help, we can and will change the winds blowing in this nation. Liberty
and freedom belong to all Americans, not just to a selected elite. Rush
Limbaugh and his ilk have spread poison all over America. It’s
a worse poison than anthrax or nerve gas. Those poisons will
only kill our bodies, but the poison of the right wing talk show
hosts and the religious right can and does enslave the souls
of a free people and destroys all that is good and pure and noble
in this land.
My
dear reader, I don’t have the foggiest notion of what to
say to you that would cause you to help us by participating with
us: read our articles, send us emails and let us know your
opinions, tell all your friends to come and see what we’re
doing, volunteer for an assignment, or if you have worked as
a reporter, write a story for us. If you can’t think of
a thing, then send us your prayers or best wishes—we can
and will thrive on them. A little light displaces a lot
of darkness.
Here
are two ways you can help us: Join our mailing list and make
us your home page: