Random ramblings from my beer soaked melon about politics, religion, sex, stupidities, nature, and any other subject that penetrates the haze. Sometimes crude and not for the faint of heart or people with normal intelligence, or an abundance of common sense.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
MY KIND OF STUDY
There is a single light of science, and to brighten it anywhere is to brighten it everywhere.
Isaac Asimov




I found this on CNN.COM in the Health section.

I still don't believe it, but as I have the same doctor as The Boss I'm gonna have to bring it to his attention.

I also find it strange that a study like this was actually done. They had to have trouble finding participants.





Study: Fellatio may significantly decrease the risk of breast cancer in women
Thursday, October 2, 2003 Posted: 9:19 AM EDT (1319 GMT)


(AP) -- Women who perform the act of fellatio and swallow semen on a regular basis, one to two times a week, may reduce their risk of breast cancer by up to 40 percent, a North Carolina State University study found.
Doctors had never suspected a link between the act of fellatio and breast cancer, but new research being performed at North Carolina State University is starting to suggest that there could be an important link between the two.
In a study of over 15,000 women suspected of having performed regular fellatio and swallowed the ejaculatory fluid, over the past ten years, the researchers found that those actually having performed the act regularly, one to two times a week, had a lower occurrence of breast cancer than those who had not. There was no increased risk, however, for those who did not regularly perform.
"I think it removes the last shade of doubt that fellatio is actually a healthy act," said Dr. A.J. Kramer of Johns Hopkins School of Medicine, who was not involved in the research. "I am surprised by these findings, but am also excited that the researchers may have discovered a relatively easy way to lower the occurrence of breast cancer in women."
The University researchers stressed that, though breast cancer is relatively uncommon, any steps taken to reduce the risk would be a wise decision.
"Only with regular occurrence will your chances be reduced, so I encourage all women out there to make fellatio an important part of their daily routine," said Dr. Helena Shifteer, one of the researchers at the University. "Since the emergence of the research, I try to fellate at least once every other night to reduce my chances."
The study is reported in Friday's Journal of Medical Research.
In 1991, 43,582 women died of breast cancer, as reported by the National Cancer Institute.
Dr. Len Lictepeen, deputy chief medical officer for the American Cancer Society, said women should not overlook or "play down" these findings.
"This will hopefully change women's practice and patterns, resulting in a severe drop in the future number of cases," Lictepeen said.
Sooner said the research shows no increase in the risk of breast cancer in those who are, for whatever reason, not able to fellate regularly.



"There's definitely fertile ground for more research. Many have stepped forward to volunteer for related research now in the planning stages," he said.
Almost every woman is, at some point, going to perform the act of fellatio, but it is the frequency at which this event occurs that makes the difference, say researchers. Also key seems to be the protein and enzyme count in the semen, but researchers are again waiting for more test data.
The research consisted of two groups, 6,246 women ages 25 to 45 who had performed fellatio and swallowed on a regular basis over the past five to ten years, and 9,728 women who had not or did not swallow. The group of women who had performed and swallowed had a breast cancer rate of 1.9 percent and the group who had not had a breast cancer rate of 10.4 percent.
"The findings do suggest that there are other causes for breast cancer besides the absence of regular fellatio," Shafteer said. "It's a cause, not THE cause."
 
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Friday, March 28, 2008
ORIGIONAL ART
Another Stumble. I found this HERE.











I used to do needlepoint but I never came up with anything like this.
 
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Thursday, March 27, 2008
Backhanded Compliments
I found this HERE




You know you've received a backhanded compliment when it hurts. You feel slighted, yet the giver of the compliment is still smiling. You replay the conversation back in your mind. Yes, it definitely sounded like a compliment, but something isn't right. You've indirectly been insulted in the form of flattery. Here is a list of our favorite backhanded compliments that sound really kind, but are purely mean spirited.
#01
You're smart to do your laundry on Saturday night, when everyone else is out.
#02
You look like a porn star.
#03
If you were taller, you could be a model.
#04
Hey! Your face cleared up!
#05
Nice dress. I've seen a lot of girls wearing it, but I think it suits you most.
#06
I'm so jealous you don't have to wear a bra everyday.
#07
You're really filling out.
#08
It's so refreshing to have a conversation with someone who doesn't feel the need to prove they are smart.
#09
I think it's so cool that you're comfortable with how you look.
#10
That tasted better than it looked.
#11
Most guys think they have to have a cool car, but not you.
#12
You look so nice today, I almost didn’t recognize you.
 
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A LITTLE RIDDLE
 
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Wednesday, March 26, 2008
GNOME KNOWLEDGE
I think this is another one of those strange Stumbleupon connections that seem to happen so often.
I found it HERE and shamelessly stole it

It's a little long but You gotta see the end.
I added the pictures.








Gnomes
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As we all know, physics is really hard. That's because it doesn't really exist, and is all an extravagant lie brought about by gnomes to confuse us. Read on, and find out about a world you never knew. (Unless you've watched The Borrowers, of course. They nearly had it right.)
[edit] Gnome Physics
[edit] Electricity
Inside cables there are hundreds of tiny gnomes 'high-fiving' each other and running around swapping messages. This transfer of messages allows things to work, e.g. the gnomes in a plug socket tell the gnomes in the wire, who eventually tell the gnomes in (say) a kettle to fart in the water allowing it to boil.
[edit] Atoms
Atoms are in fact miniscule gnomes, all holding hands and feet etc together to form an intricate web from which nearly everything in this universe is comprised. Radioactivity occurs when a rebel gnome is catapulted by his friends from their structure. Should this gnome come into contact with the gnomes from our body, he will offer them beer, thus making the local area either benign or malignant. Either way, just read: 'cancerous'.
[edit] States of matter
A solid is a closely compacted arrangement of gnomes, all holding hands, hats and legs. Heating (see Energy) causes the gnomes to becoming excited (or 'tickled'). This means they start to lose a grip on their neighbors; thus becoming a liquid. When the gnomes become tickled 'pink' they just can no longer hold on and float away (in groups upwards of one) becoming a 'Gas'. A special case exists for 'Metallic' gnomes, who are engaged in an oversized game of slaps, whereby no individual gnome can be entirely sure of which other gnomes it’s in contact with.
[edit] Gravity
As we are all well aware gnomes like the ground. They all strive to be in the ground, and this is where the basic theory for gravity comes from. Gnomes throw tiny (obviously unseen to the human eye) ropes to the ground. These ropes attach to unseen hooks allowing the gnomes to pull themselves towards the ground. There is minimal gravity away from bodies (e.g. in space) because very few gnomes have long enough ropes. All bodies have a gravitational attraction to each other because gnomes are sociable creatures and enjoy large gatherings.
[edit] Light
If you think about it, it’s quite obvious really. The gnomes that make up our eyes can see what color other gnomes making up, say a table, are wearing. They then hi-five gnomes in our 'optical nerve' who run to tell the brain gnomes what has been seen. This makes us think we are seeing things when in fact it is all gnomes.
[edit] Anti-matter
Now this is a little more complicated. There are evil gnomes. These make up anti-matter. Done.
[edit] Energy
All types of energy are transferred through gnomes. Heat is just gnomes rubbing other gnomes. Potential energy is when gnomes don’t want to be separated (see 'Gravity'). Kinetic energy is the movement of gnomes. Energy is always conserved so fundamental gnomes (see below) are only ever transferred and never made or destroyed.
[edit] Gnomes
So what are gnomes made up of themselves? They are surely not fundamental? They are comprised of billions of even smaller gnomes. These smaller gnomes are known as 'Super-gnomes'. Super-gnomes are made up of billions of even smaller gnomes known as 'Hyper-Gnomes'. Hyper-gnomes are the fundamental building block of everything.

[edit] Things explained by Gnome Physics
Now that we have covered the basics of gnome theory we are going to discuss and 'explain away' certain physical phenomena.
[edit] Computers
Computers are run by tiny gnomes. They do all the work sitting at tiny desks inside your PC. When you turn it off they can all go home and have a rest before they are needed again. The screen is in fact an arrangement of gnomes wearing different color hats.
[edit] Aurora Borealis/Australis (Northern/Southern Lights)
Having seen the principles concerning light in gnome theory, this northern spectacle can now be explained. Gnomes become blind when they stay too long with the gnomes in the sun (because their clothing is really bright). They thus tend to get lost when the sun gnomes let go of them. Some of these blind gnomes accidently attach their ropes to earth, and are thus pulled towards it (see Gravity). When they reach the gnomes in the upper 'atmosphere' of the earth they realize that they're not the only gnomes in the universe and so have a tiny party/celebration. During this festive time the gatherings round the north and south of the earth have access to changes of clothes (e.g. from Santa). They take advantage of this wardrobe and the changing of clothes makes us perceive a colorful oscillating light in the sky.
[edit] Mobile Phones
'Scientists' may try and fool you with talk of 'waves', but please don’t believe these distracting and frankly stupid theories. Mobile phones are built (by gnomes) to incorporate a gnome catapult. These devices are worked by gnomes in your mobile phone (which coincidently is made up of gnomes) to fire their gnome friends upwards when you place a call. The gnomes are fired into space where they land on 'satellites' (also made of gnomes). The gnome satellites then catapult separate gnomes to the mobile you are trying to contact (if you are attempting to 'connect' with a land line the gnomes are fired at a landing station where they run and hi-five down wires to the other phone receiver). When the gnomes reach the receiver you are connecting with there is an exchange of messages, hi-fives and presents (the unwrapping is the crackle you hear). More catapulting occurs back to the satellite and then to your phone. This process continues so that what you say is 'transmitted' to the other phone and vice-versa (the process is VERY quick, as these gnomes travel at the speed of light-gnomes). A call 'breaks up' or has no 'signal' when the presents that are exchanged are so good the gnomes don’t bother coming back, but just sit and play.
[edit] Food
Gnomes make up everything, including food. When we eat, say, a sandwich; the gnomes making up the sandwich are digested and travel to our stomach. The stomach gnomes are so pleased to see other gnomes that a party soon gets underway (when you eat too quickly the party gets out of hand very quickly thus causing indigestion). The party is of course a wild affair, and the beer flows free while the gnomes party hard. The morning after (which in human time is only about 4-6 hours) the clean up begins. The stomach gnomes collect up the rubbish in bin bags. Intestine gnomes (the bin-men of the human body) collect up these bags and take them through the intestine to the... well I’m sure you can guess. The bum gnomes then drop these bags of rubbish out of the body (known as a landfill). Different varieties of foods are of course different nationalities of gnomes. Spicy foods are Asian gnomes. Asian gnomes party particularly hard so the morning after is particularly bad. They also like to smoke, which is why humans feel 'gaseous effects' after a rather spicy meal.
[edit] Gnome food
Gnomes also need to eat and drink and it can be easily extrapolated from gnome theory how this occurs. The gnome digestion process occurs as described above but their food is made up of super-gnomes, who party in their stomachs. Of course, super-gnomes are also hungry entities and eat food made up of hyper-gnomes. Due to the fact that hyper-gnomes are fundamental and can't be broken down into anything smaller they do not need to eat or drink.
[edit] Alcohol
As all things are made of gnomes, it follows that even alcohol is made of gnomes. These are without doubt the rowdiest of all gnomes (except anti-gnomes). Alcohol gnomes divide into several groups. The first type look kindly and loving (which they indeed are) but have a stupendous sense of humor and love to play practical jokes. They will quickly travel to the brain gnomes upon arrival in the body and will wreak havoc with the head region; taking other gnomes' clothes while they are in the shower, throwing eggs at nearby gnomes and the like. This causes the brain gnomes to become distracted, so the body doesn’t work as efficiently as it would normally. The senses become distorted (e.g. vision) and the human seems to think they are invincible. Wine is mostly made up of these gnomes and Females are particularly susceptible to this type. The next type is Beer (subdivided into Ale and lager subspecies) gnomes. These gnomes produce similar effects to the wine gnomes (especially if mixed - gnomes love to party) but through different methods. These gnomes (instead of being fun loving) are dangerous and enjoy getting in fights. They will provoke and cause violence against the gnomes in your brain, and swear loudly. They will push over desks and generally cause havoc. This is again why your senses become distorted etc. The last type of alcohol gnomes are 'spirit' gnomes (who are NOT supernatural). This type of gnome are really sneaky and cunning. They can very quickly (for they are quite strong and obviously quick) infiltrate the gnome office of the brain and begin to sneakily alter the brain gnome’s work. They will send fake emails (to the amusement of the wine gnomes), cause brain gnomes to work on useless tasks and generally ensure the brain gnomes cannot do there job. These again cause ill effects to your bodies ability to work (normally).

NOW I understand all there is to know about Physics and gnome theory.





 
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Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Is This Jackiesue?
Who says white males will vote for McCain if Obama is nominated.
I can see some people don't understand what the white male is influenced by.



 
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Monday, March 24, 2008
ART AND CULTURE
Guy talk’s women into letting him do a portrait






http://view.break.com/471679 - Watch more free videos
 
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Sunday, March 23, 2008
IS IT A TRADITION IF YOU DO IT TWO YEARS IN A ROW?
 
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Friday, March 21, 2008
FOR ALL YOU BUNNY LOVERS
 
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NOURISHING NITWIT

It has always been my dream to make a difference in this world.
I would die happy if I knew that I had nourished someone’s dreams.
Nitwit.




But, this isn't exactly what I meant.












How many cannibals could your body feed?
Created by OnePlusYou - Free Online Dating
 
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Wednesday, March 19, 2008
ALMOST AS GOOD AS CABLE
If you have a high speed connection I think you might like this.
Download the player and start checking out the channels. They even have Comedy Central where I get all my news.
TVU
 
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READ IT AND WEEP
This is yesterday's Obama Speech.
It kinda got my attention.
I've watched it three times and still wanna hear it again though the media still hasn't heard it once.
Or if you want to watch it go here.

GOOD HUMAN BAD POLITICS?

We the people, in order to form a more perfect union."
Two hundred and twenty one years ago, in a hall that still stands across the street, a group of men gathered and, with these simple words, launched America's improbable experiment in democracy. Farmers and scholars; statesmen and patriots who had traveled across an ocean to escape tyranny and persecution finally made real their declaration of independence at a Philadelphia convention that lasted through the spring of 1787.
The document they produced was eventually signed but ultimately unfinished. It was stained by this nation's original sin of slavery, a question that divided the colonies and brought the convention to a stalemate until the founders chose to allow the slave trade to continue for at least twenty more years, and to leave any final resolution to future generations.
Of course, the answer to the slavery question was already embedded within our Constitution - a Constitution that had at is very core the ideal of equal citizenship under the law; a Constitution that promised its people liberty, and justice, and a union that could be and should be perfected over time.
And yet words on a parchment would not be enough to deliver slaves from bondage, or provide men and women of every color and creed their full rights and obligations as citizens of the United States. What would be needed were Americans in successive generations who were willing to do their part - through protests and struggle, on the streets and in the courts, through a civil war and civil disobedience and always at great risk - to narrow that gap between the promise of our ideals and the reality of their time.
This was one of the tasks we set forth at the beginning of this campaign - to continue the long march of those who came before us, a march for a more just, more equal, more free, more caring and more prosperous America. I chose to run for the presidency at this moment in history because I believe deeply that we cannot solve the challenges of our time unless we solve them together - unless we perfect our union by understanding that we may have different stories, but we hold common hopes; that we may not look the same and we may not have come from the same place, but we all want to move in the same direction - towards a better future for of children and our grandchildren.
This belief comes from my unyielding faith in the decency and generosity of the American people. But it also comes from my own American story.
I am the son of a black man from Kenya and a white woman from Kansas. I was raised with the help of a white grandfather who survived a Depression to serve in Patton's Army during World War II and a white grandmother who worked on a bomber assembly line at Fort Leavenworth while he was overseas. I've gone to some of the best schools in America and lived in one of the world's poorest nations. I am married to a black American who carries within her the blood of slaves and slaveowners - an inheritance we pass on to our two precious daughters. I have brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, uncles and cousins, of every race and every hue, scattered across three continents, and for as long as I live, I will never forget that in no other country on Earth is my story even possible.
It's a story that hasn't made me the most conventional candidate. But it is a story that has seared into my genetic makeup the idea that this nation is more than the sum of its parts - that out of many, we are truly one.
Throughout the first year of this campaign, against all predictions to the contrary, we saw how hungry the American people were for this message of unity. Despite the temptation to view my candidacy through a purely racial lens, we won commanding victories in states with some of the whitest populations in the country. In South Carolina, where the Confederate Flag still flies, we built a powerful coalition of African Americans and white Americans.
This is not to say that race has not been an issue in the campaign. At various stages in the campaign, some commentators have deemed me either "too black" or "not black enough." We saw racial tensions bubble to the surface during the week before the South Carolina primary. The press has scoured every exit poll for the latest evidence of racial polarization, not just in terms of white and black, but black and brown as well.
And yet, it has only been in the last couple of weeks that the discussion of race in this campaign has taken a particularly divisive turn.
On one end of the spectrum, we've heard the implication that my candidacy is somehow an exercise in affirmative action; that it's based solely on the desire of wide-eyed liberals to purchase racial reconciliation on the cheap. On the other end, we've heard my former pastor, Reverend Jeremiah Wright, use incendiary language to express views that have the potential not only to widen the racial divide, but views that denigrate both the greatness and the goodness of our nation; that rightly offend white and black alike.
I have already condemned, in unequivocal terms, the statements of Reverend Wright that have caused such controversy. For some, nagging questions remain. Did I know him to be an occasionally fierce critic of American domestic and foreign policy? Of course. Did I ever hear him make remarks that could be considered controversial while I sat in church? Yes. Did I strongly disagree with many of his political views? Absolutely - just as I'm sure many of you have heard remarks from your pastors, priests, or rabbis with which you strongly disagreed.
But the remarks that have caused this recent firestorm weren't simply controversial. They weren't simply a religious leader's effort to speak out against perceived injustice. Instead, they expressed a profoundly distorted view of this country - a view that sees white racism as endemic, and that elevates what is wrong with America above all that we know is right with America; a view that sees the conflicts in the Middle East as rooted primarily in the actions of stalwart allies like Israel, instead of emanating from the perverse and hateful ideologies of radical Islam.
As such, Reverend Wright's comments were not only wrong but divisive, divisive at a time when we need unity; racially charged at a time when we need to come together to solve a set of monumental problems - two wars, a terrorist threat, a falling economy, a chronic health care crisis and potentially devastating climate change; problems that are neither black or white or Latino or Asian, but rather problems that confront us all.
Given my background, my politics, and my professed values and ideals, there will no doubt be those for whom my statements of condemnation are not enough. Why associate myself with Reverend Wright in the first place, they may ask? Why not join another church? And I confess that if all that I knew of Reverend Wright were the snippets of those sermons that have run in an endless loop on the television and You Tube, or if Trinity United Church of Christ conformed to the caricatures being peddled by some commentators, there is no doubt that I would react in much the same way
But the truth is, that isn't all that I know of the man. The man I met more than twenty years ago is a man who helped introduce me to my Christian faith, a man who spoke to me about our obligations to love one another; to care for the sick and lift up the poor. He is a man who served his country as a U.S. Marine; who has studied and lectured at some of the finest universities and seminaries in the country, and who for over thirty years led a church that serves the community by doing God's work here on Earth - by housing the homeless, ministering to the needy, providing day care services and scholarships and prison ministries, and reaching out to those suffering from HIV/AIDS.
In my first book, Dreams From My Father, I described the experience of my first service at Trinity:
"People began to shout, to rise from their seats and clap and cry out, a forceful wind carrying the reverend's voice up into the rafters....And in that single note - hope! - I heard something else; at the foot of that cross, inside the thousands of churches across the city, I imagined the stories of ordinary black people merging with the stories of David and Goliath, Moses and Pharaoh, the Christians in the lion's den, Ezekiel's field of dry bones. Those stories - of survival, and freedom, and hope - became our story, my story; the blood that had spilled was our blood, the tears our tears; until this black church, on this bright day, seemed once more a vessel carrying the story of a people into future generations and into a larger world. Our trials and triumphs became at once unique and universal, black and more than black; in chronicling our journey, the stories and songs gave us a means to reclaim memories that we didn't need to feel shame about...memories that all people might study and cherish - and with which we could start to rebuild."
That has been my experience at Trinity. Like other predominantly black churches across the country, Trinity embodies the black community in its entirety - the doctor and the welfare mom, the model student and the former gang-banger. Like other black churches, Trinity's services are full of raucous laughter and sometimes bawdy humor. They are full of dancing, clapping, screaming and shouting that may seem jarring to the untrained ear. The church contains in full the kindness and cruelty, the fierce intelligence and the shocking ignorance, the struggles and successes, the love and yes, the bitterness and bias that make up the black experience in America.
And this helps explain, perhaps, my relationship with Reverend Wright. As imperfect as he may be, he has been like family to me. He strengthened my faith, officiated my wedding, and baptized my children. Not once in my conversations with him have I heard him talk about any ethnic group in derogatory terms, or treat whites with whom he interacted with anything but courtesy and respect. He contains within him the contradictions - the good and the bad - of the community that he has served diligently for so many years.
I can no more disown him than I can disown the black community. I can no more disown him than I can my white grandmother - a woman who helped raise me, a woman who sacrificed again and again for me, a woman who loves me as much as she loves anything in this world, but a woman who once confessed her fear of black men who passed by her on the street, and who on more than one occasion has uttered racial or ethnic stereotypes that made me cringe.
These people are a part of me. And they are a part of America, this country that I love.
Some will see this as an attempt to justify or excuse comments that are simply inexcusable. I can assure you it is not. I suppose the politically safe thing would be to move on from this episode and just hope that it fades into the woodwork. We can dismiss Reverend Wright as a crank or a demagogue, just as some have dismissed Geraldine Ferraro, in the aftermath of her recent statements, as harboring some deep-seated racial bias.
But race is an issue that I believe this nation cannot afford to ignore right now. We would be making the same mistake that Reverend Wright made in his offending sermons about America - to simplify and stereotype and amplify the negative to the point that it distorts reality.
The fact is that the comments that have been made and the issues that have surfaced over the last few weeks reflect the complexities of race in this country that we've never really worked through - a part of our union that we have yet to perfect. And if we walk away now, if we simply retreat into our respective corners, we will never be able to come together and solve challenges like health care, or education, or the need to find good jobs for every American.
Understanding this reality requires a reminder of how we arrived at this point. As William Faulkner once wrote, "The past isn't dead and buried. In fact, it isn't even past." We do not need to recite here the history of racial injustice in this country. But we do need to remind ourselves that so many of the disparities that exist in the African-American community today can be directly traced to inequalities passed on from an earlier generation that suffered under the brutal legacy of slavery and Jim Crow.
Segregated schools were, and are, inferior schools; we still haven't fixed them, fifty years after Brown v. Board of Education, and the inferior education they provided, then and now, helps explain the pervasive achievement gap between today's black and white students.
Legalized discrimination - where blacks were prevented, often through violence, from owning property, or loans were not granted to African-American business owners, or black homeowners could not access FHA mortgages, or blacks were excluded from unions, or the police force, or fire departments - meant that black families could not amass any meaningful wealth to bequeath to future generations. That history helps explain the wealth and income gap between black and white, and the concentrated pockets of poverty that persists in so many of today's urban and rural communities.
A lack of economic opportunity among black men, and the shame and frustration that came from not being able to provide for one's family, contributed to the erosion of black families - a problem that welfare policies for many years may have worsened. And the lack of basic services in so many urban black neighborhoods - parks for kids to play in, police walking the beat, regular garbage pick-up and building code enforcement - all helped create a cycle of violence, blight and neglect that continue to haunt us.
This is the reality in which Reverend Wright and other African-Americans of his generation grew up. They came of age in the late fifties and early sixties, a time when segregation was still the law of the land and opportunity was systematically constricted. What's remarkable is not how many failed in the face of discrimination, but rather how many men and women overcame the odds; how many were able to make a way out of no way for those like me who would come after them.
But for all those who scratched and clawed their way to get a piece of the American Dream, there were many who didn't make it - those who were ultimately defeated, in one way or another, by discrimination. That legacy of defeat was passed on to future generations - those young men and increasingly young women who we see standing on street corners or languishing in our prisons, without hope or prospects for the future. Even for those blacks who did make it, questions of race, and racism, continue to define their worldview in fundamental ways. For the men and women of Reverend Wright's generation, the memories of humiliation and doubt and fear have not gone away; nor has the anger and the bitterness of those years. That anger may not get expressed in public, in front of white co-workers or white friends. But it does find voice in the barbershop or around the kitchen table. At times, that anger is exploited by politicians, to gin up votes along racial lines, or to make up for a politician's own failings.
And occasionally it finds voice in the church on Sunday morning, in the pulpit and in the pews. The fact that so many people are surprised to hear that anger in some of Reverend Wright's sermons simply reminds us of the old truism that the most segregated hour in American life occurs on Sunday morning. That anger is not always productive; indeed, all too often it distracts attention from solving real problems; it keeps us from squarely facing our own complicity in our condition, and prevents the African-American community from forging the alliances it needs to bring about real change. But the anger is real; it is powerful; and to simply wish it away, to condemn it without understanding its roots, only serves to widen the chasm of misunderstanding that exists between the races.
In fact, a similar anger exists within segments of the white community. Most working- and middle-class white Americans don't feel that they have been particularly privileged by their race. Their experience is the immigrant experience - as far as they're concerned, no one's handed them anything, they've built it from scratch. They've worked hard all their lives, many times only to see their jobs shipped overseas or their pension dumped after a lifetime of labor. They are anxious about their futures, and feel their dreams slipping away; in an era of stagnant wages and global competition, opportunity comes to be seen as a zero sum game, in which your dreams come at my expense. So when they are told to bus their children to a school across town; when they hear that an African American is getting an advantage in landing a good job or a spot in a good college because of an injustice that they themselves never committed; when they're told that their fears about crime in urban neighborhoods are somehow prejudiced, resentment builds over time.
Like the anger within the black community, these resentments aren't always expressed in polite company. But they have helped shape the political landscape for at least a generation. Anger over welfare and affirmative action helped forge the Reagan Coalition. Politicians routinely exploited fears of crime for their own electoral ends. Talk show hosts and conservative commentators built entire careers unmasking bogus claims of racism while dismissing legitimate discussions of racial injustice and inequality as mere political correctness or reverse racism.
Just as black anger often proved counterproductive, so have these white resentments distracted attention from the real culprits of the middle class squeeze - a corporate culture rife with inside dealing, questionable accounting practices, and short-term greed; a Washington dominated by lobbyists and special interests; economic policies that favor the few over the many. And yet, to wish away the resentments of white Americans, to label them as misguided or even racist, without recognizing they are grounded in legitimate concerns - this too widens the racial divide, and blocks the path to understanding.
This is where we are right now. It's a racial stalemate we've been stuck in for years. Contrary to the claims of some of my critics, black and white, I have never been so naïve as to believe that we can get beyond our racial divisions in a single election cycle, or with a single candidacy - particularly a candidacy as imperfect as my own.
But I have asserted a firm conviction - a conviction rooted in my faith in God and my faith in the American people - that working together we can move beyond some of our old racial wounds, and that in fact we have no choice is we are to continue on the path of a more perfect union.
For the African-American community, that path means embracing the burdens of our past without becoming victims of our past. It means continuing to insist on a full measure of justice in every aspect of American life. But it also means binding our particular grievances - for better health care, and better schools, and better jobs - to the larger aspirations of all Americans -- the white woman struggling to break the glass ceiling, the white man whose been laid off, the immigrant trying to feed his family. And it means taking full responsibility for own lives - by demanding more from our fathers, and spending more time with our children, and reading to them, and teaching them that while they may face challenges and discrimination in their own lives, they must never succumb to despair or cynicism; they must always believe that they can write their own destiny.
Ironically, this quintessentially American - and yes, conservative - notion of self-help found frequent expression in Reverend Wright's sermons. But what my former pastor too often failed to understand is that embarking on a program of self-help also requires a belief that society can change.
The profound mistake of Reverend Wright's sermons is not that he spoke about racism in our society. It's that he spoke as if our society was static; as if no progress has been made; as if this country - a country that has made it possible for one of his own members to run for the highest office in the land and build a coalition of white and black; Latino and Asian, rich and poor, young and old -- is still irrevocably bound to a tragic past. But what we know -- what we have seen - is that America can change. That is true genius of this nation. What we have already achieved gives us hope - the audacity to hope - for what we can and must achieve tomorrow.
In the white community, the path to a more perfect union means acknowledging that what ails the African-American community does not just exist in the minds of black people; that the legacy of discrimination - and current incidents of discrimination, while less overt than in the past - are real and must be addressed. Not just with words, but with deeds - by investing in our schools and our communities; by enforcing our civil rights laws and ensuring fairness in our criminal justice system; by providing this generation with ladders of opportunity that were unavailable for previous generations. It requires all Americans to realize that your dreams do not have to come at the expense of my dreams; that investing in the health, welfare, and education of black and brown and white children will ultimately help all of America prosper.
In the end, then, what is called for is nothing more, and nothing less, than what all the world's great religions demand - that we do unto others as we would have them do unto us. Let us be our brother's keeper, Scripture tells us. Let us be our sister's keeper. Let us find that common stake we all have in one another, and let our politics reflect that spirit as well.
For we have a choice in this country. We can accept a politics that breeds division, and conflict, and cynicism. We can tackle race only as spectacle - as we did in the OJ trial - or in the wake of tragedy, as we did in the aftermath of Katrina - or as fodder for the nightly news. We can play Reverend Wright's sermons on every channel, every day and talk about them from now until the election, and make the only question in this campaign whether or not the American people think that I somehow believe or sympathize with his most offensive words. We can pounce on some gaffe by a Hillary supporter as evidence that she's playing the race card, or we can speculate on whether white men will all flock to John McCain in the general election regardless of his policies.
We can do that.
But if we do, I can tell you that in the next election, we'll be talking about some other distraction. And then another one. And then another one. And nothing will change.
That is one option. Or, at this moment, in this election, we can come together and say, "Not this time." This time we want to talk about the crumbling schools that are stealing the future of black children and white children and Asian children and Hispanic children and Native American children. This time we want to reject the cynicism that tells us that these kids can't learn; that those kids who don't look like us are somebody else's problem. The children of America are not those kids, they are our kids, and we will not let them fall behind in a 21st century economy. Not this time.
This time we want to talk about how the lines in the Emergency Room are filled with whites and blacks and Hispanics who do not have health care; who don't have the power on their own to overcome the special interests in Washington, but who can take them on if we do it together.
This time we want to talk about the shuttered mills that once provided a decent life for men and women of every race, and the homes for sale that once belonged to Americans from every religion, every region, every walk of life. This time we want to talk about the fact that the real problem is not that someone who doesn't look like you might take your job; it's that the corporation you work for will ship it overseas for nothing more than a profit.
This time we want to talk about the men and women of every color and creed who serve together, and fight together, and bleed together under the same proud flag. We want to talk about how to bring them home from a war that never should've been authorized and never should've been waged, and we want to talk about how we'll show our patriotism by caring for them, and their families, and giving them the benefits they have earned.
I would not be running for President if I didn't believe with all my heart that this is what the vast majority of Americans want for this country. This union may never be perfect, but generation after generation has shown that it can always be perfected. And today, whenever I find myself feeling doubtful or cynical about this possibility, what gives me the most hope is the next generation - the young people whose attitudes and beliefs and openness to change have already made history in this election.
There is one story in particularly that I'd like to leave you with today - a story I told when I had the great honor of speaking on Dr. King's birthday at his home church, Ebenezer Baptist, in Atlanta.
There is a young, twenty-three year old white woman named Ashley Baia who organized for our campaign in Florence, South Carolina. She had been working to organize a mostly African-American community since the beginning of this campaign, and one day she was at a roundtable discussion where everyone went around telling their story and why they were there.
And Ashley said that when she was nine years old, her mother got cancer. And because she had to miss days of work, she was let go and lost her health care. They had to file for bankruptcy, and that's when Ashley decided that she had to do something to help her mom.
She knew that food was one of their most expensive costs, and so Ashley convinced her mother that what she really liked and really wanted to eat more than anything else was mustard and relish sandwiches. Because that was the cheapest way to eat.
She did this for a year until her mom got better, and she told everyone at the roundtable that the reason she joined our campaign was so that she could help the millions of other children in the country who want and need to help their parents too.
Now Ashley might have made a different choice. Perhaps somebody told her along the way that the source of her mother's problems were blacks who were on welfare and too lazy to work, or Hispanics who were coming into the country illegally. But she didn't. She sought out allies in her fight against injustice.
Anyway, Ashley finishes her story and then goes around the room and asks everyone else why they're supporting the campaign. They all have different stories and reasons. Many bring up a specific issue. And finally they come to this elderly black man who's been sitting there quietly the entire time. And Ashley asks him why he's there. And he does not bring up a specific issue. He does not say health care or the economy. He does not say education or the war. He does not say that he was there because of Barack Obama. He simply says to everyone in the room, "I am here because of Ashley."
"I'm here because of Ashley." By itself, that single moment of recognition between that young white girl and that old black man is not enough. It is not enough to give health care to the sick, or jobs to the jobless, or education to our children.
But it is where we start. It is where our union grows stronger. And as so many generations have come to realize over the course of the two-hundred and twenty one years since a band of patriots signed that document in Philadelphia, that is where the perfection begins.
 
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STRANGE UNIVERSE
It's a sick world and I'm a happy guy
Some stand up comic.


I should have stopped hitting the Stumbleupon button when I reached the end of the internet.

BEYOND THE END OF THE INTERNET

I know my homework is late.
 
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Tuesday, March 18, 2008
PRESS GANGED!
I've been shanghaied into serving Queen Little Bit for the day.
Daughter number two (we'll call her Airhead) had the duty but forgot she had to work at the same time as her sister (no nickname yet). All 4 of my kids work at the same red meat engorgement facility.
When asked why it's the only place I go out to eat. I explain that if the place goes
out of business I'll suddenly have a whole bunch of dependants that I can't claim.
Besides I like their Cow fillets.
My homework is going to be late as Queen Little Bit can be a demanding if lovable monarch.



 
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Sunday, March 16, 2008
HELPFULL HOUSEHOLD HINTS
I found this here.

Toilet Cleaning Instructions:


1. Put both lids of the toilet up and add 1/8 cup of pet shampoo to the water in the bowl.

2. Pick up the cat and soothe him while you carry him towards the bathroom.

3. In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet and close both lids. You may need to stand on the lid.

4. The cat will self agitate and make ample suds. Never mind the noises that come from the toilet, the cat is actually enjoying this.

5. Flush the toilet three or four times. This provides a "power-wash" and rinse".

6. Have someone open the front door of your home. Be sure that there are no people between the bathroom and the front door.

7. Stand behind the toilet as far as you can, and quickly lift both lids.

8. The cat will rocket out of the toilet, streak through the bathroom, and run outside where he will dry himself off.


9. Both the commode and the cat will be sparkling clean.


Sincerely,
The Dog
 
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Wednesday, March 12, 2008
BUNCHES OF BRAIN FOOD
I found this here and shamelessly stole it.
http://www.begent.org/index.htm



Fun Facts that you always wanted to know ........!!!
If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days, you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.
The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.
Every time you lick a stamp, you're consuming 1/10 of a calorie.
The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.
Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour. (I call this the Kali diet.)
A person cannot taste food unless it is mixed with saliva. For example, if strong-tasting substance like salt is placed on a dry tongue, the taste buds will not be able to taste it. As soon as a drop of saliva is added and the salt is dissolved, however, a definite taste sensation results. This is true for all foods. Try it!
The average person falls asleep in seven minutes.
(Proves I’m not average, I take forever to sleep and then wake up when I don’t want to.)
Your stomach has to produce a new layer of mucus every two weeks otherwise it will digest itself
Humans are the only primates that don't have pigment in the palms of their hands.
Thirty-five percent of the people who use personal ads for dating are already married.
It's possible to lead a cow upstairs...but not downstairs.
Dogs have four toes on their hind feet, and five on their front feet.
The ant can lift 50 times its own weight, can pull 30 times its own weight and always falls over on its right side when intoxicated.
(Wow Someone got an ant hammered.)
A cockroach will live nine days without it's head, before it starves to death.
(I wonder how long The Gump would last.)
The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the males head off.
Butterflies taste with their feet.
(Poor butterflies, everything tastes like feet.)
Elephants are the only mamals that can't jump.
Starfish don't have brains.
(So most politicians are starfish.)
Polar bears are left handed.
A duck's quack doesn't echo, and no one knows why.
An ostrich's eye is bigger that it's brain.
The longest recorded flight of a chicken is thirteen seconds.
The fingerprints of koala bears are virtually indistinguishable from those of humans, so much so that they could be confused at a crime scene.
Snails can sleep for 3 years without eating
Porcupines float in water.
Armadillos are the only animal besides humans that can get leprosy.
Many hamsters only blink one eye at a time.
A pregnant goldfish is called a twit.
A male emperor moth can smell a female emperor moth up to 7 miles away.
A giraffe can clean its ears with its 21-inch tongue!
Orcas (killer whales) kill sharks by torpedoing up into to shark's stomach from underneath, causing the shark to explode.
Ten percent of the Russian government's income comes from the sale of vodka.
The number of possible ways of playing the first four moves per side in a game of chess is 318,979,564,000.
The sentence "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog." uses every letter in the alphabet. (Developed by Western Union to Test telex/two communications)
The only 15 letter word that can be spelled without repeating a letter is "uncopyrightable".
Stewardesses' is the longest word that is typed with only the left hand.
No word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver, and purple.
"I am" is the shortest complete sentence in the English language.
The Hawaiian alphabet has 12 letters.
111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321
If you spell out consecutive numbers, you have to go up to one thousand until you would find the letter "a"
Men can read smaller print than women; women can hear better than men.
Bullet proof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers, and laser printers were all invented by women.
The reason firehouses have circular stairways is from the days of yore when the engines were pulled by horses. The horses were stabled on the ground floor and figured out how to walk up straight staircases.
The airplane Buddy Holly died in was the "American Pie." (Thus the name of the Don McLean song.)
Each king in a deck of playing cards represents a great king from history. Spades - King David; Clubs - Alexander the Great; Hearts - Charlemagne; and Diamonds - Julius Caesar.
Nutmeg is extremely poisonous if injected intravenously.
Pearls melt in vinegar.
Honey is the only food that doesn't spoil.
If you put a raisin in a glass of champagne, it will keep floating to the top and sinking to the bottom.
Only one person in two billion will live to be 116 or older.
It was discovered on a space mission that a frog can throw up. The frog throws up its stomach first, so the stomach is dangling out of its mouth.Then the frog uses its forearms to dig out all of the stomach's contents and then swallows the stomach back down again.
If NASA sent birds into space they would soon die; they need gravity to swallow.
Studies show that if a cat falls off the seventh floor of a building, it has about thirty percent less chance of surviving than a cat that falls off the twentieth floor. It supposedly takes about eight floors for the cat to realise what is occurring, relax and correct itself.
(I wonder if the cats were volenteers.)
Emus and kangaroos cannot walk backwards, and are on the Australian coat of arms for that reason.
The very first bomb dropped by the Allies on Berlin during World War II killed the only elephant in the Berlin Zoo.
More people are killed annually by donkeys than die in aircrashes.
Certain frogs can be frozen solid, then thawed, and survive.
Cat's urine glows under a black light.
A shark can detect one part of blood in 100 million parts of water.
A rat can last longer without water than a camel.
To escape the grip of a crocodile's jaws, push your thumbs into its eyeballs - it will let you go instantly.
If you toss a penny 10000 times, it will not be heads 5000 times,but more like 4950. The heads picture weighs more, so it ends up on the bottom.
Babies are born without kneecaps. They don't appear until the child reaches 2-6 years of age.
The 3 most valuable brand names on earth: Marlboro, Coca-Cola, and Budweiser, in that order.
Coca Cola was originally green.
40% of McDonald's profits come from the sales of Happy Meals.
Every person has a unique tongue print.
The most common name in the world is Mohammed.
Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair.
The world's youngest parents were 8 and 9 and lived in China in 1910.
The youngest Pope was 11 years old.
Einstein couldn't speak fluently when he was nine. His parents thought he might be retarded.
Leonardo da Vinci could write with one hand and draw with the other at the same time.
Sherlock Holmes never said "Elementary, my dear Watson".
In "Casablanca", Humphrey Bogart never said "Play it again, Sam".
A 'jiffy' is an actual unit of time: 1/100th of a second.
Months that begin on a Sunday will always have a "Friday the 13th."
First novel ever written on a typewriter: Tom Sawyer
The mask used by Michael Myers in the original film "Halloween" was actually a Captain Kirk mask painted white.
James Doohan, who plays Lt. Commander Montgomery Scott on Star Trek, is missing the entire middle finger of his right hand.
All of the clocks in the movie "Pulp Fiction" are stuck on 4:20.
Debra Winger was the voice of E.T.
During the chariot scene in 'Ben Hur' a small red car can be seen in the distance.
The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime time television were Fred and Wilma Flintstone.
Mel Blanc (the voice of Bugs Bunny) was allergic to carrots.
Every day more money is printed for monopoly than the US Treasury.
The city with the most Roll Royces per capita: Hong Kong
Percentage of Africa that is wilderness: 28% Percentage of North America that is wilderness: 38%
Barbie's measurements if she were life size: 39-23-33
Cost of raising a medium-sized dog to the age of 11: £4000
Clans of long ago that wanted to get rid of their unwanted people without killing them used to burn their houses down - hence the expression "to get fired."
The name Jeep came from the abbreviation used in the army for the "General Purpose" vehicle, G.P.
The term "whole 9 yards" came from WWII fighter pilots in the South Pacific. When arming their airplanes on the ground, the .50 caliber machine gun ammo belts measured exactly 27 feet. If the pilots fired all their ammo at a target, it got the "whole 9 yards."
The phrase "rule of thumb" is derived from an old English law which stated that you couldn't beat your wife with anything wider than your thumb.
The US Interstate road system was designed so that one mile in every five must be straight. These straight sections are usable as airstrips in times of war or other emergencies.
The cruise liner Queen Elizabeth II, moves only six inches for each gallon of fuel that it burns.
A Saudi Arabian woman can get a divorce if her husband doesn't give her coffee.
The dot over the letter 'i' is called a tittle.
Most lipstick contains fish scales.
(Ewwww!)
Donald Duck comics were banned from Finland because he doesn't wear trousers.
Ketchup was sold in the 1830s as medicine
You can tell from the statue of a mounted horseman how the rider died. If all four of the horse's feet are on the ground, he died of natural causes. One foot raised means he died from wounds suffered in battle. Two legs raised means he died in action.
(What if he’s still alive?)

That should keep you busy so I can get back to Stumbleupon.

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THIS IS YOUR BRAIN ON STUMBLEUPON
All sins tend to be addictive, and the terminal point of addiction is damnation.
W. H. Auden




 
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TIME TO BRAG A LITTLE
Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.
Scott Adams






I promised I would show some of my older son's artwork.
He and his brother are both in a Commercial Art course at the local carrier center. My oldest is a senior and has been accepted at The Art Institute of Pittsburgh.
We went on a tour last month and I wanna go too.
Scraping up the money for him is going to be hard enough.
He has a lot of other work but his best to date is at the Governor’s competition right now. I hope he wins.

I'm a little disappointed in my fancy all in one printer. It seems to have distorted the drawings just enough to bug me.





I'm not sure if this is from life of out of his head.





This is someone from his class.





My oldest stepdaughter.






My oldest Grandbaby, God she's 14 now.





Sweeny Todd

I got Jackiesue hooked on Stumbleupon. Addiction loves company.

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Monday, March 10, 2008
I TOLD YOU GNOMES WERE EVIL
 
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Wednesday, March 05, 2008
WORLD DOMINATION DESIGNS
The atom bombs are piling up in the factories, the police are prowling through the cities, the lies are streaming from the loudspeakers, but the earth is still going round the sun.
George Orwell

War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.
George Orwell

Recent events have forced me to make a decision I have been putting off for a lot of years. I have become very tired of ignorant and greedy people calling most of the shots in my life. Thus I have decided that a little revolution might be a good thing. I am considering tacking over control of the local area from the corrupt and petty people who have controlled it for so long that they consider it their right instead of a privilege.

To accomplish this will take some careful planning and execution. Which could mean it will take years to accomplish, but I have patience.

Babs has long had plans for total world conquest and I don’t intend to interfere with them.
I am not greedy. I just want my own little corner of the world where things work in a sensible and predictable way.

In order to accomplish this I will need to acquire control of a lot of things.

The Water and Sewage systems. Being able to stop up peoples plumbing can get people in line in a hurry.

The Electric supply is a must though most people around here are in the dark already.

The Natural Gas, Propane and Heating Oil Supplies will go a long way toward control as it will be best to execute the takeover in the dead of winter. This has the added advantage of having most of the local movers and shakers spending time in warmer climates.

Telephone system including all the Cell towers
Local and Cable TV. This will automatically give control of internet access.

Transportation must also be controlled so I will need the local Police and Fire departments and a large number of allies with positions of power outside my little kingdom. I am beginning to see that this is a task that will take years of planning and careful execution so I started looking for shortcuts.

I stumbled across an interesting bit of information that at first I thought might be helpful in my plan but after I understood the full scope of what I had found I decided that I was a piker and way behind the times when it comes to planning a little revolution.

I found information about an organization started in Cleveland in 1996 by the FBI. Which means the Clinton administration started it. It is called InfraGard and was used to investigate cyber threats by getting the private sector to cooperate.

Later, the FBI decided to clone the organization and created the InfraGard National Members Alliance with a whole board of directors headed by Chairman Phyllis Schneck who is the prime mover behind the growth of InfraGard over the last several years.

It is still an FBI operation but seems to be organized like an old boys club. You know like the Moose Lodge or Lions or maybe The Masons.
According to the members, some of which take great delight in showing their official ID cards, it is made op of people who control large corporations down to the guy that controls the local water treatment plant.

There are 86 chapters and each is overseen by FBI agents in each state. There are more than 23,000 representatives of private industry and they are supposed to lend assistance to the department of Homeland Security. In exchange they receive secret warnings of terrorist threats before the public does and sometimes before elected officials. In return they provide information to the government. This explains how they got all the phone companies to cooperate breaking the law by tapping phones without a court order.

One business in the United States told The Progressive where I read this article that they are being advised how to prepare for martial law situations and what their role would be, including participation in all sorts of emergency preparation drills. They also have the right to shoot to kill to protect the infrastructure in the event that martial law is declared.

On May 9th 2007 George the Gump issued National Security Presidential Directive 51 called National Continuity Policy. In it, he instructed the Secretary of Homeland Security to coordinate with private sector owners and operators of critical infrastructure in order to provide delivery of essential services during an emergency.
I am wondering what essential services the CEO of an international consulting firm called the Fairfax Group would provide.

I can see now that I have been a little late in my plans and have very little chance of implementing them.

I have the feeling and have had for quite some time that their may not be a 2008 election.
It seems there are too many people with too much to lose.

There is a lot more to the story I read but I guess you’ll have to search InfraGard and The Progressive to find it as I lost the link.

I wonder if I could join.






Nah, being full of shit has become a way of life for me.
 
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Monday, March 03, 2008
FOR CAT LOVERS
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