I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas (I don't do "Seasons Greetings) and have plenty of meat and a horde of mice to catch and devour.
P.S.: Back scratchings, ear cleanings and belly rubs are good too. Get plenty of them from your two legged slaves. They enjoy it.
I've also seen to it that you have flowers for your tables. Just click the header and pick what you like.
Header's pretty good this time. Click it and smile.
OK, so one of our cats is a comedienne.
She just needs to remember who has the opposable thumbs here.
And who gets those cans of food she loves.
Don't forget to click the header. Hehehehe. It's Rodney Dangerfield introducing a then new comic.
New Definitions To Learn
Here's a shocker: http://hubpages.com/hub/Funny-Pictures-Animals-at-Large
Linda and Mary were up in the far north woods, out looking for a Christmas tree. They were all bundled up from head to toe, carrying their hatchets and a coil of rope to tie on and drag it back.
They had thought of everything. They were all set, but they couldn't find the right tree.
They searched for hours, slogging through knee-deep snow. The wind was blowing and the wolves were howling, but they persevered. Had to get that Christmas tree.
Finally, as the sun was beginning to head downward, one turned to theother and said, "That's it! I've had enough! The next tree we come to, we're going to cut it down, whether it's got lights on it or not!"
A recent bride called her mother one evening in tears.
"Oh, Mom, I tried to make Grandmother's meat loaf for dinner tonight, and it's just awful! I followed the recipe exactly, and I know I have the recipe right because it's the one you gave me. But it just didn't come out right, and I'm so upset. I wanted this to be so special for George because he loves meat loaf. What could have gone wrong?"
Her mother replied soothingly, "Well, dear, let's go through the recipe. You read it out loud and tell me exactly what you did at each step, and together we'll figure it out."
"OK," the bride sniffled. Well, it starts out, " Take fifty cents worth of ground beef . . . "
Bizarre December Holidays
I'm a fan of December 24....
I'm sorta sure you'll be receptive to the video hidden under the header. Give it a click.
For a starter on my conspiracy (Capital C?) theory, please let me point out something:
If you're a bear, you get to hibernate.You do nothing but sleep for six months. I could deal with that.
Before you hibernate, you're supposed to eat yourself stupid.
I could deal with that, too.
If you're a female bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you're sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that.
If you're a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them, too. I could deal with that.
If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling.
He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat...I wanna be a bear.
Now for the balance of my CT. No, that doesn't mean Connecticut. Means Conspiracy Theory. Ahem.
Sure, liberals all want the "assault-rifle" ban instituted. However, those with knowledge of past governmental actions understand that that kind of ban grows slowly over the years until it becomes all encompassing, all powerful and all in control of us. Unless we act, the second Amendment will be lost behind court cases forever.
One small example of growth beyond reason is that of the Feds making a "humanitarian" appeal to supply the poor children with a half pint of milk in the 1950's. Who could say no to such a small human kindness, especially since the U.S. over produced so much milk it had to be dumped down sewers to get rid of it? (I come from Wisconsin. I saw it.) Well, in any case, fellow taxpayer and electee and citizen, from that 1/2 pint of milk, see who now controls our schools. See who is now responsible for the failure rate of our children. See who really selects the failing curriculum for your kids. It isn't you any more.
Government employees in any bureau have a tendency, in order to protect their sinecures, of enlarging and expanding the scope of what they were set up to do. Like Topsy they just grow. They grow until the top people are insulated from the taxpayers by so many layers of departments and minions that they can no longer be contacted by us insignificant voters. It's an old way of making one's career safe and secure. And it is self propagating. Investigate some agencies yourself.
The TV show (which I watched fervently and thankfully for its intelligent scripting and fine acting, I add) The West Wing, pointed out in an earlyish episode that a ban on automatic weapons would sooner or later open the door to a ban on all privately owned guns for the citizens. Did you vote for a person who seems to have this mind?
It's strange (maybe not, I am only one voter) but none of the enquiring emails I have submitted to the Obama-Biden camps have received a response.
I asked if they intended to end tenure for school teachers. No answer yet.
I asked if they intended to seek a ban on automatic guns. No answer yet.
I asked if they meant to erase the Federal Reserve Bank from the country. No answer yet.
I asked if they intended to seek any changes in Federal Election Commission powers. No answer yet.
I asked if they intended to put a limit on campaign spending. No answer yet.
There were more questions. None have received any reply other than a random email or two stating they had received my email and it would be sent to the concerned department. What concerned Department? They didn't say. Maybe they meant the FBI.
Are we really looking toward "multiculturalism, bilingualism, moral chaos and educational nullity."? Check out this Brit writer's opinion (no, I don't usually accept aliens judgements of American elections, But after my discounts of items, I still find his analysis vibrant and stirring): http://hitchensblog.mailonsunday.co.uk/2008/11/obamaniacs.html .
http://www.arlingtoncemetery.net/flanders.htm
Click the header for the classic poem on Veterans' Day.
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The picture here shows part of a 100 combine assault on a wheat field. And what has that to do with Vet's Day? Well, the men and women who have served in our wars came home with a knowledge that Machiavellian attitudes were much too ugly and vicious and gory to be applied in our civilian lives.
They learned that making a combined effort to solve the logistics would carry the day. The people building the machines, those sending the machines to the field, those gathering the fuel and so on, had to work as one with those actually doing the dirty work. It would need everyone working toward one thing to make it come together for victory of any kind.
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Now, more than ever before, we need to find common ground and work together.
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http://www.vfw.org/index.cfm
You might need to click the header after this.
It's the first Tuesday in November.
Perhaps the day we learn about who our next President will be.
I'm holding this posting, waiting to see what is going to be and hoping that I will not need to use it.
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That's a pretty ugly caricature, to me. Was sent from Australia by a close friend. Didn't say where she got it from.
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I know that oh so many of the younger generation have virtually no knowledge of the Watts Riots, the Chicago Riots, the New York Riots and the many others that occurred after Martin Luther King was slain by a loony toon. It was horrendous. And to make it worse, while most Americans liked and admired him for his stand on civil rights, they despised the many riots that became an excuse for looting and "getting stuff" that the rioters didn't own.
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Many businesses were wiped off the scene because of the destruction. Innocent shopkeepers and employees no longer had a business to ply, wages to earn, money for normal expenses. And that was for an orator and believer in a Christian life style. A great man, an American Ghandi.
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We all lost when that inane assassination took place. Not just black people. Not just white people. Not just yellow people. All of us. Another voice for sanity was stilled.
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It's now the day after the election.
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Another thing that bothers me is the continual referral to President-elect Obama as being "black". As I understand his heritage, his father was black, his mother white. I am not sure how that makes him black.
Math taught to me early in my education said that if 50% was all one thing and the other 50% was all another thing, they could be referred to as "one". So why is he never referred to as our White President-elect? He's as much white (elitist, snobbish) as he is black (user, fast talker).
See? Bad words to describe both situations. Do they apply?
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But "black" is the way he is being seen. There are many (too many) blacks who think that their particular situation is going to magically become better because of half his color. Their are many (too many) whites who think that their beliefs will magically come true because of half his color. It ain't gonna happen, folks.
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It's interesting to see that virtually all of the blogs by young people (and older ones) on his side, will, sooner or later, bring up the color question, beating their chests, either sneering at their elders (a common affliction among those learning to think) or denigrating them in some other manner.
My question? If color doesn't mean anything to you, then why do you even mention it? After all, I don't care if my new car has six coats of paint or seven. Nor do I care if my new computer has a gray or white CPU case.
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What I do care about and what I am concerned with is the highly possible event of an assassination attempt on our new President.
Yeah, I supported the other guy, but there is no way I want the trauma of that kind of event. I didn't dislike the victor that much.
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There are terrible scenes that come to mind, should he be slain by the screwloose haters of black people. The psychology of these individuals doesn't interest me. What does is the psychology of the black people and their allies from other races. It could lead to armed and vicious riots throughout the country.
People like Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton would not help defuse the situation but would most likely inflame it. The toll would be enormous. Old friendships would be destroyed. Theft, banditry, arson and looting would prevail. Our country would be immersed in another virtual civil war. We wouldn't need our armies in the middle east. We would need them here, in our country. Picture it yourself.
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I am very, very concerned. Let us hope I am wrong.
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I hope our new President is not going to name Billy Richardson to anything more inspiring than fourth assistant to assistant placing.
On the other hand, he could use the services of Terry Tamminen.
No, it isn't the seeming love birds nor the seeming back stabbers.
I swear Bill looks like he's plotting against Obamamama.
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(Bill also looks fat, old and unkempt to me. But what do I know? I'm only a voter.) But I do get to make a choice. Herewith my choices and my reasoning.
Oh, don't forget to click on the header.
Before the eulogy, you might want to click on the header. It's something for everybody.
My parents told me about Mr. Common Sense early in my life and told me I would do well to call on him when making decisions. It seems he was always around in my early years but less and less as time passed by.
Today I read his obituary. Please join me in a moment of silence in remembrance, for Common Sense had served us all so well for so many generations.
Common Sense Obituary
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Aspirin, sun lotion or a Band-Aid to a student, but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault.Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know my Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm a Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
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The above are, indeed, my feelings about the coming elections. Here in Albuquerque and New Mexico, we have men and women who want to be elected or re-elected when they have shown themselves to be, at best, just mediocre. When they have leaned over backwards not to prosecute criminals (it's easier to plea bargain -- you don't have near as much work) but they go after patriots with a vengeance.
We allow illegal aliens to come and go as they please and even to have major gun fights on American soil to the point that Americans are afraid to leave their homes.
We allow legal aliens to bleed our coffers demanding and getting food stamps, housing and medical care from the taxpayers.
We think it's ok to hear constant haranging via our radios and TV sets denigrating other Americans without backing up the statements.
We accept the interminable advertising that becomes mind numbing, when all we wanted was to be entertained by the TV sets we have paid for.
We accept the shoddy merchandise, the poisonous food and the poor workmanship from other countries in the name of "trade".
We think the utter disregard for our health as practiced by the gasoline and diesel fuel companies allowing volatile emissions, a cost we must all pay for the pleasure of driving our cars, when we know it doesn't need to be.
We accept the pleasure of putting our great, great, great grandchildren into debt because greedy companies are in financial trouble and we must bail out the multi billionaires.
We patiently sit waiting for any kind of medical help while the doctors in "carpet alley" fatten themselves over our misery and the almost incompetent assistance they offer.
We listen to the interminable listings of recordings when phoning a company in the hope that, sooner or later, we might get a real person to give us some help. Only to have someone whose reason for being in the system is that English is their second (or third) language and no, they don't understand what we are saying any more they we understand what they are saying.
We tolerate "political correctness" to the point of absurdity, but we are cowed by the noise the minorities make if we ignore it. Whether their view is correct or not.
We are required to pay for TV stations we don't want. Even in languages we cannot read, write nor speak.
We are being spied upon by faceless beings, who may or may not have morals we would approve of. Every telephone call, every web site we visit, every email or IM we use is open to these unidentied and unwelcome listeners. Our streets have cameras on them, telling the spies if we even dare to pass gas.
There's a little shock item you might be interested in when you click the header. It seems to me rather Machiavellian in the worst sense of that term. It purports to tell you what you're worth to your country. Not sure if I believe that article.
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An apology for my failure to continue the saga of the Beagle and her youthful "scientist" herewith. The death of someone you almost met, but had admiration for, can be most unsettling. Here's to you, Mark.
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There are many things I find disquieting about the "theory" of evolution. And many things I find satisfying. Well, some things, anyway.
It seems strange that we willingly accept that various "species" of mankind existed side by side, interbred, did (or did not) discriminate against each other (how would you really know?) Killed each other in the equivalent of modern wars, got along peacefully and learned from each other, ate the same foods, did not eat the same foods, drew cave paintings, did not draw them and on and on and on.
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Dichotomy's abound. Since it seems to me that if other beings can draw conclusions based on opinions, so can I. So can you. In fact we can have a plethora of opinions, if we want to. How about writing a post on whether or not (including why) you believe as you do?
Is the theory of relativity true or are the facts bent to conform to someone's wishes?
Please do not bring religion into the discussion (I'm composing a post about that, too.), but stay in young Mister Darwin's theory.
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Dang it, trouble with Blogger. Posting this now (I hope).
Happy Birthday, U.S.A.
Clicking the header doesn't bring you funny nor attractive news. Instead, it's an article letting us know that we have some serious business to see to.
There's just one more thing you might not have heard about. It's at this link: http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/06/11/fema.giveaway/index.html?eref=rss_topstories#cnnSTCText
I need to sing or at least listen to "Over The Rainbow".
Albuquerque at dusk, from the west. That river in the foreground is the Rio Grande. The mountains are called the Watermelon Mountains by we (us?) natives. They do gather a faint coloring and shape reminiscent of watermelons at different times of the day. 
I meant to get this picture of a Canadian hammer up before Father's Day, but somehow I think it is still appropriate.
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Don't forget to click the header. Something really different this time.
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There have been many things going at the old homestead. Some of them you wouldn't want to hear about, others I want to tell you about.
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Old nosy here has been been reading and trying to add two and two. It ain't as easy as you might think. Shucks, I might have gotten 6 and 7/8ths for an answer. That's a hat size? Drat. Not too many men wear hats anymore. (Nor do the ladies, bless 'em.)
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First, a story about some neighbors who came to America from Iraq. Legally. Green cards and all. I haven't asked, but I believe they were refugees from Sadam's rule. The names I use are fictional. Not even close to their real names.
The young lady, call her Salome, knocked on our door one evening asking for help. (I'll call this brother Hakim. See Oklahoma! for source.) I'm not used to dealing with young women wearing a scarf over their heads in our hot climate. So I needed some assistance.
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Now, Wild Thing has a heart bigger than anything you have ever seen. She invited Salome in, immediately found out what the young lady was suffering from and got out various generic OTC meds, heating pad, ice pack container, blankets and various and sundry other things designed to repair the evils that afflict human's bodies. And instructions on how to use all of them. In fact, she began the treatments in our home and took the the young lady back to her apartment and did some more of her magic. Wild Thing is a Caregiver. Of majestic and thorough proportions. When she got back home, she had forgotten other things that Salome might need so went back with them. WT raised four children and somehow managed to repair and mend and fix them good enough so that they are all successful even in this crappy economy.
Anyway, the next evening, there was this faint knock on the door and there was Salome with a plate of Mid East food for both of us. She told us that she was feeling much better and had made dinner for her brother and herself and had enough to share with us. WT had also located a couple of other things to help Salome weather the illness.
Oh, the food? We're not sure what it was (chicken, some veggies we weren't familiar with and yellowish rice all mixed together). We didn't tell her that Wild Thing's idea of spicy food is Kentucky Fried Chicken Original. I had to sacrifice myself and eat it all (over three days) by myself alone. (The food was different, a little interesting and much too hot for my Darling.)
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Over the next few days, Salome improved and regained her usual strength and well being. And she began visiting us regularly. Wild Thing had made another conquest. (People love her immediately. The same people who are afraid of me. And I'm the pussy cat.)
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We listened to her tell us about how a man in Iraq had been phoning and texting her for a while and she thought she should marry him. And how her father didn't trust the man. And did not want her to marry him. Her dad thought the guy just wanted a free ride to America. They had some arguments and apparently it is not a good idea to argue with a male when one is a female in the Islamic religion. (That aside, I silently agreed with her father.)
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Salome, a nubile, 22 year old, had convinced herself she was in love with this guy. Even though
he claimed that sending photographs of himself was too expensive. Ding, ding, ding went the alarm bells in my head. The pics he sent on the cell phone were of such low quality they were useless in seeing what he looked like.
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Meanwhile, Salome had had to subdue a prisoner brought into the hospital where she was working when the two guards failed to handcuff him to the bed and then they both left the room. The prisoner grabbed up a knife he had secreted and held her from behind with the knife near her throat. The half witted guards didn't see this.
Salome, reacting, could reach behind herself and ever so firmly, grabbed and squeezed "real hard" the man's testicles.
The guards heard his screams, and came back into the room in time to pick him up and put him in restraints.
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Yep, she was a heroine. One of the guards (the one who worked for the prison, the other was an in house security person) took a shine to her and over a couple of weeks of effort he managed to convince her to go out to lunch with him. So this was something she was not used to. She had not dated during high school, nor after. Arabian Islam, it seems, does not permit dating.
We got the story as it was happening.
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In the midst of this, her Daddy ordered her not to talk to the guy in Iraq. She was full of hormones. Stuff happens. Now, to us it's an old story, to the Iraqis it is not.
She kept on calling and receiving calls from the Iraqi. Apparently the brother she lived with (Hakim) had had a talk with his other brothers and his Dad and they were of a mind that she needed to be straightened out. So he beat her for defying Dad's orders. Dad stuck a knife into the wall of one of her tires. One of the other brothers said she was no longer his sister.
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She was hurt both physically and mentally. She had been thinking American. Her family had been thinking Islamic. Wild Thing nursed both her mental and physical pains. I wanted to call the cops, but got to thinking that she might not be able to afford living on her own. Yes, I suggested that Salome call it in, but she did not want to.
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So, what's this got to do with Darwin and his theory? That'll be the next installment. (If Lin can serialize, why not me?)
Would you vote for this man? For:
Someone needs to get hold of Barack Obama and warn him. I can guarantee a lot of lost votes should he decide to give this governator any kind of federal job.
Mr. Obama needs to exercise a lot of thought about the man who hides behind this beard. He is definitely secreting something and it only bodes good for him, not for those around him. He is selfish, concentrates on "what's in it for me" kind of thinking and can do no good either for the Democrats nor the United States.
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The racism card has already been played once by the campaign. Playing it again, this time with those of Mexican descent could lead to a disaster. Understanding the pitfalls inherent in going into that arena should be prime to Obama's campaign. One can hope his advisers warn him properly of the nasty potential.
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What brought this on? Well, our daily mistake, er, TV news channel, informs us that what was going to be an open meeting town hall style that would be held tomorrow with veterans and their families, will now be by invitation only. Barrack's elitism seems to be showing, the governator's cowardice is evident and the people are the losers.
Barrack's wife, Michelle, will hold two fundraisers for her hubby. Both of them will be closed to the public.
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I'm not interested in giving up our country to those who only want to put gains in their pockets from its richness and promise.
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There's something from a publication called "Pajama News" (or some such name) that I found to be a reasoned article (for the most part), under the header. Click it if you're interested.
Clicking the header will take you to a strange land called Nano Photography.
Only it isn't.
Photography.
See the comments to discover what it really is. (Scientists with too much time on their hands?)
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I'm still on my revolutionary kick. About salt and why we're being poisoned by it and by who(m).
Have a look at this:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24313369/
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A world convention of brewers was held in Amsterdam. The presidents of the world's greatest breweries were on hand.
As usual, a convention dinner brought them together on the first evening.
When asked what they would like to drink, the CEO of Miller said, "A Miller Lite, please."The president of Anheuser Busch said, "I'll have a Michelob."
Adolph Coors requested a Coors.
And so it went, around the long table, each president requesting a brew from his own company.
Finally, the waiter came to Arthur Guinness.
"And you, sir?" he queried."I'll have a coke," was Guinness's reply.
The waiter was shocked. "A COKE?!? Wouldn't you rather have a Guinness, sir?"
Arthur looked at the waiter, then gestured at his companions. "If they're not drinking beer, then neither am I".
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Oh, yes, been meaning to put this up: Most Dangerous States 2008 - AOL Money & Finance
Be sure to view number 3.
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And this one: Unhealthiest States 2008 - AOL Money & Finance Look who's number three here.
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One Friday morning, a teacher came up with a novel way to motivate her class. She told them that she would read a quote and the first student to correctly identify who said it would receive the restof the day off.
She started with, "This was England's finest hour."
Little Suzi instantly jumped up and said, "Winston Churchill."
"Congratulations!" said the teacher. "You may go home."
The teacher then said, "Ask not what your country can do for you."
Before she could finish this quote, another young lady belted out,"John F. Kennedy."
"Very good!" exclaimed the teacher. "You may go home, too."
Irritated that he had missed two golden opportunities, Little Johnny blurted out, "I wish those girls would just shut up."
Upon overhearing this comment, the outraged teacher demanded to know who said it.
Johnny instantly rose to his feet and said, "Bill Clinton. I'll see you Monday!"
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Some rules I found hidden in one of Schotzy's beds:
When I was a lad, I learned that there were two sexes. It was information that I really needed then, since I was in the difficult place where things that had never happened to me before were occuring. They made things hard. And sometimes embarrassing. Don't we all wish to be that age and have the knowledge we do now?
And the header is um, different and interesting. Click on it. Save some money.
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The state of Maine gave a test to about 15,000 eighth-graders to assess their writing skills, including their ability to form a logical position.
When the state refused to release the results, a newspaper filed a Freedom of Information Act request and learned that 78 percent of the kids failed, which was 50 percent more than failed the test the previous year.
Maine's Department of Education explained the results were "inconclusive", and they discarded them because students reacted emotionally to the test.
"Kids got ticked off at the [question]," explained Education Commissioner Susan Gendron, "so it was not an accurate reflection of their writing skills."
The essay-based test asked the students to support or refute the statement,
"Television may have a negative impact on learning."
I vaguely remember some of the essay tests I had in High School and it seems to me all of them required some kind of emotion to react to the theme.
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Chinese restaurants flush with mouse meat
Nutritious but potentially illness-inducing field mice are finding their way onto restaurant dinner plates in parts of China.
"The trucks carrying mice arrive at 4 a.m. and all the goods can be sold out before 7 a.m.," a mouse broker said of the delicacy.
Shipments of mice are being delivered daily from Hunan Province to restaurants in Fanyu, Zhaoqing, Dongguan and Nanhai in Guangdong Province, the broker said. The shipments increased from just one delivery a week last year, after flooding in central China forced an estimated 2 billion field mice from their holes near Dongting Lake, China Daily reported. Nutritious mouse meat is packed with protein and minerals, but health officials in Guangzhou -- where mouse meat was officially banned in 2003 -- warned it could carry infectious diseases.
Did you visit the latest Olympics?
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New Presidential Candidate...
It's someone we know!
There's an effort to elect an unknown random person as President... and it's someone we know! See this news website about the surprising new nominee:
http://www.tsgnet.com/pres.php?id=370617&altf=Dbu&altl=Npwft
Jot back a note to let me know what you think!
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Confusion is one woman plus one left turn;
Excitement is two women plus one secret;
Bedlam is three women plus one bargain;
Chaos is four women plus one lunch check.
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Confidence is going after Moby Dick in a rowboat and taking the tartar sauce with you.
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I Love Teddy Roosevelt...
"In the first place, we should insist that if the immigrant who comes here in good faith, becomes an American and assimilates himself to us, he shall be treated on an exact equality with everyone else for it is an outrage to discriminate against any such man because of creed, or birthplace, or origin. But this is predicated upon the person’s becoming in every facet an American, and nothing but an American….
There can be no divided allegiance here. Any man who says he is an American, but something else also, isn’t an American at all. We have room for but one flag, the American flag….
We have room for but one language here, and that is the English language…and we have room for but one sole loyalty and that is a loyalty to the American people.”
—Theodore Roosevelt, 1907.
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Politician : One who shakes your hand before elections and your confidence thereafter.
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When I went to the doctor for my yearly physical, my blood pressure was high, my cholesterol was high, I'd gained some weight and I didn't feel so hot. My doctor said that eating right doesn't have to be complicated and it would solve my physical problems. He said, "Just think in colors. Fill your plate with bright colors of greens, yellows, reds, etc."
So, I went right home and emptied an entire bag of M&Ms onto a plate, ate them and sure enough, I felt better!
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