Sorry, lots of heavy shit today, a little humor at the end of the post though. As I've said before, this blog takes on a life of its own.….
My, my, what do we have here? A couple of Christians? Muslims? Let's see, who else can I piss off? I know, this is a sick graphic but I dislike all religions equally, and mankind is still crap at this point in his evolution. But, being an atheist is being an underachiever also. So is being a human or humanist, working toward godliness, now there is an achievement worth working toward. It of course means taking responsibility for it and so few on this planet want to. We are God in evolution. Just have to accept it is all. Or I should say that the youth of the planet does. They are the ones that will determine the future and its beliefs, but I see more and more of them wandering way from religions. They will be building something new, what I hope will be considered a Fellowship of God. They will practice what I call Communityism, a form of Socialism but different than any Socialist maps at this time. In order to do that properly they will have to change Capitalism as it is practiced, I wish them luck, it won't be easy.
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BAGHDAD, Iraq (AP) - Gunmen shot and killed a television comedian Monday who was famous for mocking everyone from the Iraqi government to U.S. forces to Shiite militias to Sunni insurgents. BAGHDAD, Iraq (AP) - Gunmen shot and killed a television comedian Monday who was famous for mocking everyone from the Iraqi government to U.S. forces to Shiite militias to Sunni insurgents.
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Yeah, well it just proves my point that some people don't have any sense of humor and take their religions and beliefs too seriously. Hammer made an insightful comment yesterday. "I don't know about evolution deniers. When I asked one about neanderthal's and dinosaur bones they just said. "leave me alone my religion doesn't have to make sense.".. Okay, if they refuse to admit that their mentors and teachers were wrong and insist on believing stupid things there isn't much we can do about it. Well, we can mock them, maybe ignore them.
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I sent that graphic to some of my email buddies also. Only one of them complained, said not to send her that kind of stuff, but she is some kind of christian so there you go. How do I know what may or may not offend someone? She likes risque jokes, and sends them to me, but only if she approves of them. Hell, I won't send her anything if I have to wonder if it is going to offend her. I note that while some folks may not like it all that much, that reasonably well adjusted people do not take offence at things like that. They just delete it and move on with no comment. Why over react to what is floating around.
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SAN FRANCISCO - Two peace activists have planned a massive anti-war demonstration for the first day of winter. But they don't want you marching in the streets. They'd much rather you just stay home. The Global Orgasm for Peace was conceived by Donna Sheehan, 76, and Paul Reffell, 55, whose immodest goal is for everyone in the world to have an orgasm Dec. 22 while focusing on world peace.
Global Orgasm
"The point of quotations is that one can use another's words to be insulting."
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"Every battle he fought, he fought alone". Know who that was said about? The hint is a famous movie star….. Okay, I will tell you. John Wayne.
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I dislike it when people tell me I'm being philosophical, that word is one of the fucking most misused words on this planet. I'm telling you people what I frigging know and believe, that doesn't make me a fucking philosopher !! It makes me a mentor !!! Hello !!!! Pay attention godfuckingdamnit, this will be on your next test !!! And I have only one conspiracy, to get laid, BUT !!! Only with the right woman, sadly, she doesn't seem to exist, that woman that can look into my eyes and share her spirit with me. She isn't here, so be it.
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Sewmouse…Us once young whipper snappers that endured so much that the kids today don't have to have become spoiled old coots. Yes we have, and we worked our asses off and earned it. I wonder what they will do to earn their way through life.
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All of my hopes and dreams of a loving, perfect, peaceful world have now been shattered. I used to go to the store and buy a tub of butter, when I removed the top there it was in all its glory. I always marveled at that, a trusting world. But the tub I bought the other day? You got it, it had a seal under the lid. I am sad.
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Yesterday, between showers and disillusions, I put up a TV antenna. I see no reason for getting cable or a satellite dish to fill my mind with even more monkey shit. Other than I could get high speed internet with it, but it's not worth it to me as I suppose it would cost about sixty bucks a month or more. But I must have a bad cable or connection so I have to take it back down and check it out.
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Because I have fleeting moments of awareness and absolute genus (usually when I'm sleeping and can't remember when I wake up), I want to point out a tip that can save you a bit of effort on the blogs that ask for word verification. After typing the words you don't have to move to the mouse, just smack the Enter key, it saves a step you don't need to do.
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One more tip, if you want to delete a comment on your blog don't just click on the little garbage can and follow that route. RIGHT click on it and select to open link in a new window. Then delete it in that window and close that window. That way your blog and comments are still there, you don't have to wander back to it. You will have to hit the F5 key though to see the number of comments listed properly again.
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A few jokes:
You Can't Handle the Truth...A man died and was taken to his place of eternal torment by the devil. As he passed sulphurous pits and shrieking sinners, he saw a man he recognized as a lawyer snuggling up to a beautiful woman. "That's unfair!" he cried. "I have to roast for all eternity, and that lawyer gets to spend it with a beautiful woman." "Shut up", barked the devil, jabbing the man with his pitchfork. "Who are you to question that woman's punishment?"
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A Cherokee Indian was a special guest at an elementary school. He talked to the children about his tribe and its traditions, then he shared with them this fun fact: "There are no swear words in the Cherokee language." One boy raised his hand, "But what if you're hammering a nail and accidentally smash your thumb?" "That," the man answered, "is when we use your language."
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Johnny walks into school one day to find a substitute in place of his regular teacher. She says, "Hello class, I'm Mrs. Prussy. When you say my name class, remember it has an "r" after the first letter." The entire class says, "Hello Mrs. Prussy." The next day the regular teacher is still sick. When Johnny gets to his desk the teacher asks him what her name is. Johnny thinks hard, and the says to the teacher, remember it has an "r" after the first letter." "That's right," she coaxed. Then, after a few seconds Johnny eyes light up and he says, "Is it Mrs. Crunt?"
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♫ ♫♪ ♪ ♪♫… … Love, peace, hugs. BBC
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Good morning old lady, how are you this morning hon? I just thought I would get the first jab in. He, he, he. Hugs. Hi to the hubby.
Don't forget to look at Gods favorite comic today.
Sinfest
A wonderful story......
When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother used to talk to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person - her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. "Information Please" could supply anybody's number and the correct time.
My first personal experience with this genie-in the-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible, but there didn't seem to be any reason in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway.
The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the foot stool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information Please," I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear:
"Information..."
"I hurt my finger," I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.
"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.
"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.
"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.
"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open your icebox?" she asked. I said I could. "Then chip off a little piece of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.
After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk, that I had caught in the park just he day before, would eat fruit and nuts.
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called "Information Please" and told her the sad story. She listened, then said the usual things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was unconsoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Paul, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in." Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone: "Information Please."
"Information," said the now familiar voice.
"How do you spell fix?" I asked.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was 9 years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home, and I somehow never thought of trying the tall, shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall.
As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy. A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about half an hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information, Please." Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well, "Information."
I hadn't planned this but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?" There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now." I laughed. "So it's really still you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time."
"I wonder", she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children, and I used to look forward to your calls."
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
"Please do," she said. "Just ask for Sally."
Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered "Information."
I asked for Sally.
"Are you a friend?" She said.
"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, she said. Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago." Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute. Did you say your name was Paul?"
"Yes."
"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called.
Let me read it to you." The note said, "Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
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Yo, OLD MAN, you just don't shut the **** up either, do ya? LOL!!!
Sweet story, BBC! It's nice to catch up with a little humor and something to warm the heart. You doing OK? Lots of hugs for you to make up for missing time.
Gracie!!!!... So nice to see you hon !!!
Did you get your computer ills fixed??
I'm doing great Hon. Lots of hugs for you. Hug, hug, hug. Have a great day hon.
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