In the world of sports, there's often a Dewey moment, n'est pas?
C'est la vie.
Am I a worthy investment?
How do you hold a coalition together?
Make sure seven billion are given the opportunity to get in on the deal.
Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
A voice not to be forgotten
Thanks to the beautiful, smiling faces of the folks at the Huntsville office of the American Red Cross today - Nyesha, Janie, Doris and Juanita. I enjoyed watching "Open Range" during apheresis process.
A nod to Welch Allyn for the blood pressure cuff used today.
And I greatly appreciate the tumbler, window shade and umbrella that show I am a platelet donor.
Will get to be WordPress whenever it allows me to log back in and post blogs.
Silence is my friend but not absence of words. ;)
Give a nod, too, to Chavez for his sense of humour - true satire!
A nod to Welch Allyn for the blood pressure cuff used today.
And I greatly appreciate the tumbler, window shade and umbrella that show I am a platelet donor.
Will get to be WordPress whenever it allows me to log back in and post blogs.
Silence is my friend but not absence of words. ;)
Give a nod, too, to Chavez for his sense of humour - true satire!
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Thus Endeth This Blog
The cowboy rolls up his knapsack/pup tent combo, slings it over his shoulder and steps into his rocket boots to pursue a lifelong dream.
Where he rides, there are no sunsets.
The path he takes is a lonely one, as usual.
It's always been about you, me, us, as usual, too.
He issues a voice command and off he goes.
"Giddyup, boy, let's get this show on the road!"
Whoooooosh!!!!
Where he rides, there are no sunsets.
The path he takes is a lonely one, as usual.
It's always been about you, me, us, as usual, too.
He issues a voice command and off he goes.
"Giddyup, boy, let's get this show on the road!"
Whoooooosh!!!!
Thursday, February 24, 2011
What is elitism?
What I wonder but am not quite ready to worry about is the income inequality issue in this country.
Are we prepared to visualise a peasant uprising in this nation?
And peasantry is not pleasantry and it's not unpleasant, either.
Feudalism by another name, perhaps, but still the same.
I could encourage revolutions in China and Iran, knowing that the spillover into this country is inevitable, but I don't, or haven't, obviously.
I'm waiting.
Watching.
Ever vigilant.
Are the "haves" going to take social services away from the "almost have-nots," finally reducing (or returning, if you will) our class structure to the filthy rich and the filthy?
It is in the 1000-year projection at this time that a revolution will sweep over this country.
I am only the projectionist, not the film producer or director.
However, some have accused me of being writer and actor in a minor role.
We are willing to recompute the current projection if you are willing to change current sociopolitical tactics.
Otherwise, BAM! BOOM! Francis Scott Keysha Martinez will be writing a new national anthem before you can say what the hay happened to my side of grass-fed beef?
I miss the days of farming, living off the land, having 12 kids because half of 'em will die of diseases I can't afford to cure, little worry about global anything, except maybe the weather.
And Berlusconi thinks he has nothing to worry about? Where's Übermensch Sarkozy when we need him? Protecting his wife Carla from the Italian, I'm sure.
Congrats to Discovery for a beautiful liftoff. It was a great show and we'll miss having more 1970s technology wrapping reengineering stuffing floating around the planet.
I'm a tired, middle-aged guy but I'm here to hear myself observe what's going on so I have nothing to complain about.
This parallel blog keeps me sane, if sanity is helping our ecosystem push itself to the brink of unfixable invincibility. The pundits are taking bets on whether it'll be the roaches who eventually win. What exactly are the meek and if they inherit the planet, what then?
Somewhere, the owners of the rights to "Wag The Dog" are asking themselves what they got themselves into themselves.
Greed and gluttony - the seven deadly sins always get you in the end.
Are we prepared to visualise a peasant uprising in this nation?
And peasantry is not pleasantry and it's not unpleasant, either.
Feudalism by another name, perhaps, but still the same.
I could encourage revolutions in China and Iran, knowing that the spillover into this country is inevitable, but I don't, or haven't, obviously.
I'm waiting.
Watching.
Ever vigilant.
Are the "haves" going to take social services away from the "almost have-nots," finally reducing (or returning, if you will) our class structure to the filthy rich and the filthy?
It is in the 1000-year projection at this time that a revolution will sweep over this country.
I am only the projectionist, not the film producer or director.
However, some have accused me of being writer and actor in a minor role.
We are willing to recompute the current projection if you are willing to change current sociopolitical tactics.
Otherwise, BAM! BOOM! Francis Scott Keysha Martinez will be writing a new national anthem before you can say what the hay happened to my side of grass-fed beef?
I miss the days of farming, living off the land, having 12 kids because half of 'em will die of diseases I can't afford to cure, little worry about global anything, except maybe the weather.
And Berlusconi thinks he has nothing to worry about? Where's Übermensch Sarkozy when we need him? Protecting his wife Carla from the Italian, I'm sure.
Congrats to Discovery for a beautiful liftoff. It was a great show and we'll miss having more 1970s technology wrapping reengineering stuffing floating around the planet.
I'm a tired, middle-aged guy but I'm here to hear myself observe what's going on so I have nothing to complain about.
This parallel blog keeps me sane, if sanity is helping our ecosystem push itself to the brink of unfixable invincibility. The pundits are taking bets on whether it'll be the roaches who eventually win. What exactly are the meek and if they inherit the planet, what then?
Somewhere, the owners of the rights to "Wag The Dog" are asking themselves what they got themselves into themselves.
Greed and gluttony - the seven deadly sins always get you in the end.
Index Finger
While I'm working through the issues that the computer programmers don't know will be presented to them in printed reports they haven't been assigned to generate, I'll give you the following.
To the folks in the Middle East and Africa.
To the folks in North Korea, Cuba, China, Iran, Venezuela, Afghanistan, Pakistan.
To those who are under the impression they are under persecutory regimes of any kind...
This is the future: franchising.
So, I suggest to you that you get with your friends and family, pool your resources, get microloans, if you have to.
And then work with your political friends to enact laws that protect intellectual property and freedoms of expression.
Finally, after all is set up, build yourself a brand image that you can sell to others.
Sell processed food or clothing lines.
If you cannot dream up your own brand, buy into the brands that already exist.
And, if you're smart, you'll negotiate deals where your brand(s) will feed the malnourished and starving in the world.
Instead of delivering bags of rice and flour to places that don't have cooking fuel or safe drinking water, airdrop in crates of Pringles and Coca-Cola.
Make the world's greatest falafel and open Falafel Bazaar eateries all around the world.
Span the globe with spanakopitas.
Serve lamburgers with children's toys.
Stop the slaughter of endangered animals by showing that bush meat is not the ultimate free range food - your product is.
Sure, petroleum jelly is the best ointment for superficial wounds but doesn't the name Vaseline or Neosporin sound more scientifically safe?
Do you speak a 16-bit language?
Do you believe we are an ignorant species?
Do you write blog entries that invite insight in order to increase readership because you know, and your audience knows, you have only one goal in mind - to save the species from itself, but in the long, drawnout process of doing so, killing us with obesity to get us to another place in time that's better for the total population as a whole?
Would a blog supplement, "as read by the author," a podcast (or perhaps an open source sound file) be a bestseller? Could I pull a Paul Newman and put the profits to universal improvement?
My inventor friends are begging me not to give up, that we together are building a better world, despite repetition that gives me severe migraines which block my thought patterns. "Don't confuse yourself over the normal issues of deteriorating tissue, blood and bones," they whisper in emails.
As I say, I am here with you and thank you for sharing your time with me. I am not perfect and sometimes it shows more obviously on days when I can't stop being a normal person with everyday aches and pains.
One of my friends recommended I look into Autodesk's free animation program for kids. I will, I promise.
The placebo effect of a large tablet of aspirin is often the best elixir for an ol' skeptic like me (and cheaper than a six-pack which would inhibit my driving to the store to buy a box of premixed fudge brownie ingredients to surprise my wife with hot brownies for the surprises she made/bought for me).
To the folks in the Middle East and Africa.
To the folks in North Korea, Cuba, China, Iran, Venezuela, Afghanistan, Pakistan.
To those who are under the impression they are under persecutory regimes of any kind...
This is the future: franchising.
So, I suggest to you that you get with your friends and family, pool your resources, get microloans, if you have to.
And then work with your political friends to enact laws that protect intellectual property and freedoms of expression.
Finally, after all is set up, build yourself a brand image that you can sell to others.
Sell processed food or clothing lines.
If you cannot dream up your own brand, buy into the brands that already exist.
And, if you're smart, you'll negotiate deals where your brand(s) will feed the malnourished and starving in the world.
Instead of delivering bags of rice and flour to places that don't have cooking fuel or safe drinking water, airdrop in crates of Pringles and Coca-Cola.
Make the world's greatest falafel and open Falafel Bazaar eateries all around the world.
Span the globe with spanakopitas.
Serve lamburgers with children's toys.
Stop the slaughter of endangered animals by showing that bush meat is not the ultimate free range food - your product is.
Sure, petroleum jelly is the best ointment for superficial wounds but doesn't the name Vaseline or Neosporin sound more scientifically safe?
Do you speak a 16-bit language?
Do you believe we are an ignorant species?
Do you write blog entries that invite insight in order to increase readership because you know, and your audience knows, you have only one goal in mind - to save the species from itself, but in the long, drawnout process of doing so, killing us with obesity to get us to another place in time that's better for the total population as a whole?
Would a blog supplement, "as read by the author," a podcast (or perhaps an open source sound file) be a bestseller? Could I pull a Paul Newman and put the profits to universal improvement?
My inventor friends are begging me not to give up, that we together are building a better world, despite repetition that gives me severe migraines which block my thought patterns. "Don't confuse yourself over the normal issues of deteriorating tissue, blood and bones," they whisper in emails.
As I say, I am here with you and thank you for sharing your time with me. I am not perfect and sometimes it shows more obviously on days when I can't stop being a normal person with everyday aches and pains.
One of my friends recommended I look into Autodesk's free animation program for kids. I will, I promise.
The placebo effect of a large tablet of aspirin is often the best elixir for an ol' skeptic like me (and cheaper than a six-pack which would inhibit my driving to the store to buy a box of premixed fudge brownie ingredients to surprise my wife with hot brownies for the surprises she made/bought for me).
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Tar, Pitch and Wood Nails
Back, oh around 1998-2000, when I was sent on an exploratory mission to Alaska to assess the viability of any future national political candidates by planting a few seeds of an idea in the right random people, my wife and I enjoyed many of the local eateries and shops.
During my current two-day meditation, I am finishing the last few packets of Alaska Wild Teas Whole Fruit Herbal blends from Alaska Herb Tea Co., Inc. 800-654-2764.
Thanks to the kind folks outside the continental U.S. for their hospitality.
And to China and Iran, remember, I have a sharp sense of humour - take it for what it's worth - you are my friends. I never, ever, not no how, talk about my enemies. They know who they are by the negativity they represent.
But I do ask you to take into consideration the cries of your people. Whether revolutions are made of jasmine or pearls, they have their reasons for being. A superiour culture absorbs and amplifies the positive, or it, like a flower past its prime, withers, dies and blows away in the wind.
Now, back to my deeply shallow thoughts.
During my current two-day meditation, I am finishing the last few packets of Alaska Wild Teas Whole Fruit Herbal blends from Alaska Herb Tea Co., Inc. 800-654-2764.
Thanks to the kind folks outside the continental U.S. for their hospitality.
And to China and Iran, remember, I have a sharp sense of humour - take it for what it's worth - you are my friends. I never, ever, not no how, talk about my enemies. They know who they are by the negativity they represent.
But I do ask you to take into consideration the cries of your people. Whether revolutions are made of jasmine or pearls, they have their reasons for being. A superiour culture absorbs and amplifies the positive, or it, like a flower past its prime, withers, dies and blows away in the wind.
Now, back to my deeply shallow thoughts.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Putin vs. Palin Celebrity Politician Showdown
Some days, a title is all that's needed to make a dichotomous juxtapositional presentation.
I still think we need all seven billion of us to save our species from ourselves - the humour in this blog is designed to make us poke each other in the side and say, "Don't take yourself too seriously," but obviously it doesn't always work and/or won't get through to everybody.
I still think we need all seven billion of us to save our species from ourselves - the humour in this blog is designed to make us poke each other in the side and say, "Don't take yourself too seriously," but obviously it doesn't always work and/or won't get through to everybody.
Friday, February 18, 2011
A Little Bit Louder Now
While I was listening to a rare, unauthorised, unpublished, underground, bootleg recording of Frank Zappa's version of César Franck's Symphony in D-minor, an announcement came up via the network that you don't know about using technology that does not exist in this universe.
According to sources I don't have to reveal to you because they officially do not exist, a UN coalition force found a cave on the Pakistan border that had recently been occupied by Al Qaeda.
No news there.
The unique fascination resides in the fact that the cave is apparently a shrine Al Qaeda set up in honour of one of their great inspirations.
Namely, Tom Clancy.
According to notes buried in the ceiling, operatives use spy and adventure novels of Western countries to carry out their plans, conveniently laid out in fictional detail by bestselling and obscure authors.
With the release of new Kindle firmware by Amazon, terrorists can sync their actions via page numbers in ebooks easily read out in the open with no one suspecting they are following orders down to the paragraph, sentence and letter, period.
Analysts at DARPA are going back through novelised versions of "Murder, She Wrote," hoping to figure out which town resident is next to be played by an out-of-work and formerly controversial actor willing to be killed for the sake of weekly ratings.
Hotels, in fear of losing their valuable valets, are insisting that special guests no longer pull up under the awnings or covered entranceways, worried that WMDs will be set off by infiltrating suicidal taxi/limo drivers who will also kill the best parking attendants the hotels had ever hired.
The guests they can easily replace.
My friend, Elizabeth, familiar to most of you, assured me that her best method of dealing with such uncivilised, unruly drivers is to heavily wax the hardwood or cement floors on which taxis and limos are parked, throw an ashtray or skillet at suspected terrorists and watch them break their necks as they slip and fall.
Another test she recommends is to draw the attention of the driver, who will swerve, because he/she was focused on the ebook displayed on the mobile phone or ebook reader perched between the dashboard and the steering wheel.
Speaking of playing chicken on the road, do you think the Iranian naval vessels are hoping to pull a "Remember the Maine" event to enable Iran to launch an offensive attack on Israel? Ahmen-a-jihad has been accused of worse.
And what of countries whose silence on such matters may point to secret funding of counterpoint-postcounter-rotisserie-revolution?
And the two young women who watched "Unknown" unknowingly? They couldn't drink enough to be convinced to see the Justin Bobblehead teenie bopper movie. Thank goodness, Lauren serves popcorn and Coke like a real pro - there's a future in business marketing for her, should she have the right connections through her friends in the world of sports.
And while we're on the subject of sports, fans will be standing in their seats to see if the 10-year anniversary will cause another great pileup at the end. Thank goodness, Michael Waltrip and Sterling Marlin are nowhere to be seen. Who will win? As the saying goes, "they call him the streak, boogity boogity, the fastest thing on two feet." No, DW, it's not you.
That's all, folks. Ethel, get your clothes on!!!!
According to sources I don't have to reveal to you because they officially do not exist, a UN coalition force found a cave on the Pakistan border that had recently been occupied by Al Qaeda.
No news there.
The unique fascination resides in the fact that the cave is apparently a shrine Al Qaeda set up in honour of one of their great inspirations.
Namely, Tom Clancy.
According to notes buried in the ceiling, operatives use spy and adventure novels of Western countries to carry out their plans, conveniently laid out in fictional detail by bestselling and obscure authors.
With the release of new Kindle firmware by Amazon, terrorists can sync their actions via page numbers in ebooks easily read out in the open with no one suspecting they are following orders down to the paragraph, sentence and letter, period.
Analysts at DARPA are going back through novelised versions of "Murder, She Wrote," hoping to figure out which town resident is next to be played by an out-of-work and formerly controversial actor willing to be killed for the sake of weekly ratings.
Hotels, in fear of losing their valuable valets, are insisting that special guests no longer pull up under the awnings or covered entranceways, worried that WMDs will be set off by infiltrating suicidal taxi/limo drivers who will also kill the best parking attendants the hotels had ever hired.
The guests they can easily replace.
My friend, Elizabeth, familiar to most of you, assured me that her best method of dealing with such uncivilised, unruly drivers is to heavily wax the hardwood or cement floors on which taxis and limos are parked, throw an ashtray or skillet at suspected terrorists and watch them break their necks as they slip and fall.
Another test she recommends is to draw the attention of the driver, who will swerve, because he/she was focused on the ebook displayed on the mobile phone or ebook reader perched between the dashboard and the steering wheel.
Speaking of playing chicken on the road, do you think the Iranian naval vessels are hoping to pull a "Remember the Maine" event to enable Iran to launch an offensive attack on Israel? Ahmen-a-jihad has been accused of worse.
And what of countries whose silence on such matters may point to secret funding of counterpoint-postcounter-rotisserie-revolution?
And the two young women who watched "Unknown" unknowingly? They couldn't drink enough to be convinced to see the Justin Bobblehead teenie bopper movie. Thank goodness, Lauren serves popcorn and Coke like a real pro - there's a future in business marketing for her, should she have the right connections through her friends in the world of sports.
And while we're on the subject of sports, fans will be standing in their seats to see if the 10-year anniversary will cause another great pileup at the end. Thank goodness, Michael Waltrip and Sterling Marlin are nowhere to be seen. Who will win? As the saying goes, "they call him the streak, boogity boogity, the fastest thing on two feet." No, DW, it's not you.
That's all, folks. Ethel, get your clothes on!!!!
Monday, February 7, 2011
I Can See Commerce From My Backyard
Currency from my family's travels:
Where are you spending your time?
Friday, February 4, 2011
Another Close Call
Do you ever ask the people in your family, "What are you doing for me on a daily and weekly basis?"
A friend of mine did.
Now she's divorced and her son has moved out, leaving her with a house, a dog, computer and a phone.
She's the sole caretaker of her parents, after her sister died, who was 300+ pounds and her heart couldn't keep up - a great "kid" who literally died at 42 of a broken heart.
We're good friends who have no qualms about sharing our life stories with one another because we have no hangups or emotional baggage getting in the way, no reason to ask each other what we've done for the other on a daily or weekly basis.
I am secure in my marriage and secure in my emotion-based thought set so I can spend time here with you, rather than in paper journals, looking at what is and what might have been.
When I hung around in an office and dealt with business decisions on a minute-by-minute basis, I often asked myself what was the business doing for me on a daily, weekly or life basis?
Sure, it provided me an easy way to feed myself through the collection of labour credits to exchange for nourishment supplements at restaurants and grocer's markets.
It also allowed me to build my investment portfolio and enjoy "free" travel to foreign destinations while conducting business outside the office.
But what was it really doing for me?
I'm a middle-aged guy, looking at life from the comforts of a study piled high with old books and memorabilia.
It's a perspective that I held when I was six, looking out the window in first grade math class, surrounded by the nurturing world of academia which hopes more than passive learning's taking place.
So, in a sense, I have always heralded this position of sitting by the window and wondering in my wandering thoughts.
Socialising has always been a matter of reverifying my understanding of the human condition.
Humour has been my way of filtering out the dusty seriousness that floats out of people's mouths and actions, virtually turning down the volume of voices shouting, "But it really is an emergency this time," another cry of "Wolf!" that I can see doesn't exist.
Do we all tell ourselves, "This is what I do but not who I am?"
In recent conversations with my friend, picking up where we stopped talking 18 years ago, we joke about the difference between what we have done and who we think we are.
Life is a comedy, a grand illusion, where punchlines are punchlines for some joke we think we see but don't.
Meanwhile, we have to figure out how to raise our kids and get along while pretending we're serious most or part of the time.
The parents who can reveal the jokes while instilling a solid set of ethics and morals are the ones I praise.
We all die.
We all have to share resources while we're alive.
Everything else is just pretending.
I'm sorry that the people in North Africa are resorting to deadly violence to sort out how to redistribute resources that have been hoarded by a few. Unfortunately, it is the way of our species - we are young and unable to see the bigger picture.
Nor do we see where those with a large number of social connections can drop millions of pebbles all across the pond and hide their intentions in the cancelling wave patterns.
I will not be remembered. This writing is not significant enough to survive the ravages of population shifts.
Thus, at the end of the day, I have my wife, our cats, our house, our investments, her friends, my friends and our friends and family.
Right before I asked my wife for her hand in marriage, I asked myself if she was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
I narrowed down the mental list of potential candidates, looking back at the women I'd dated or with whom I had established a strong, lasting relationship.
I knew who I was and what I wanted.
I also knew that I probably knew little about the women and what they wanted.
Why do people get married? To raise children in a legal manner. To honour their religious upbringing. For tax savings. To make themselves (or one of them) a legal resident of a political entity, perhaps.
Why did I get married? Because it was time. I held a postsecondary diploma and was ready to establish myself financially. Having children was not a priority for me. Sitting by the window thinking and writing was/is.
Thus, which woman would most tolerate my desire to sit and write? Which woman would tell herself, "Rick is not the kind of person who will take the kids to school, play handyman, chair the parent-teacher association or do more than a cursory amount of housecleaning but hopefully will earn enough for us to have a comfortable, if not extravagant, life together"?
I narrowed my choices down to two people - my wife, of course, and the person with whom I have enjoyed conversations over the past few days.
My wife and I shared a romantic story that had/has a life of its own, one I've recounted here or elsewhere many times, starting when we were 12 at summer camp, acting as penpals for years and dating the first time our freshman year in college, with my "romantic, lovesick poet" phase generating many a poem we've all written in our heads in one way or another when first falling madly in love (and which I've spared tormenting you with here (at least so far (just wait until I get too bored to write a blog entry one day))).
The other person was/is a person many people enjoy being around. We never had overly romantic notions about each other, although we can describe them and imagine them, such as enjoying a quiet walk in the woods or along the beach, holding hands like two companions.
We agree we have made the best choices. She has her wonderful son and a life of her own, including an early retirement. I have a wonderful wife and have taken a midlife retirement. As a bonus, we remain great friends without a worry about one or the other having any ulteriour sexual intentions, so we can talk about anything without wondering about arousing the other's hormones.
All the while, large historic changes of our species go on around us, no matter how much we care or feel involved, emotionally or physically.
This is my life, sitting here, looking out the window at the rain, water dripping off the hanging gutter, no birds to be seen, creating an alternative universe while musing about the one that we say exists, because we can touch trees and watch one another's births and deaths and all the stuff in-between.
This is how I describe happiness. I thank all of you, including my close friends and family, for making this happiness possible. I hope every one of us can find this kind of simple happiness in our lives - it's priceless.
A friend of mine did.
Now she's divorced and her son has moved out, leaving her with a house, a dog, computer and a phone.
She's the sole caretaker of her parents, after her sister died, who was 300+ pounds and her heart couldn't keep up - a great "kid" who literally died at 42 of a broken heart.
We're good friends who have no qualms about sharing our life stories with one another because we have no hangups or emotional baggage getting in the way, no reason to ask each other what we've done for the other on a daily or weekly basis.
I am secure in my marriage and secure in my emotion-based thought set so I can spend time here with you, rather than in paper journals, looking at what is and what might have been.
When I hung around in an office and dealt with business decisions on a minute-by-minute basis, I often asked myself what was the business doing for me on a daily, weekly or life basis?
Sure, it provided me an easy way to feed myself through the collection of labour credits to exchange for nourishment supplements at restaurants and grocer's markets.
It also allowed me to build my investment portfolio and enjoy "free" travel to foreign destinations while conducting business outside the office.
But what was it really doing for me?
I'm a middle-aged guy, looking at life from the comforts of a study piled high with old books and memorabilia.
It's a perspective that I held when I was six, looking out the window in first grade math class, surrounded by the nurturing world of academia which hopes more than passive learning's taking place.
So, in a sense, I have always heralded this position of sitting by the window and wondering in my wandering thoughts.
Socialising has always been a matter of reverifying my understanding of the human condition.
Humour has been my way of filtering out the dusty seriousness that floats out of people's mouths and actions, virtually turning down the volume of voices shouting, "But it really is an emergency this time," another cry of "Wolf!" that I can see doesn't exist.
Do we all tell ourselves, "This is what I do but not who I am?"
In recent conversations with my friend, picking up where we stopped talking 18 years ago, we joke about the difference between what we have done and who we think we are.
Life is a comedy, a grand illusion, where punchlines are punchlines for some joke we think we see but don't.
Meanwhile, we have to figure out how to raise our kids and get along while pretending we're serious most or part of the time.
The parents who can reveal the jokes while instilling a solid set of ethics and morals are the ones I praise.
We all die.
We all have to share resources while we're alive.
Everything else is just pretending.
I'm sorry that the people in North Africa are resorting to deadly violence to sort out how to redistribute resources that have been hoarded by a few. Unfortunately, it is the way of our species - we are young and unable to see the bigger picture.
Nor do we see where those with a large number of social connections can drop millions of pebbles all across the pond and hide their intentions in the cancelling wave patterns.
I will not be remembered. This writing is not significant enough to survive the ravages of population shifts.
Thus, at the end of the day, I have my wife, our cats, our house, our investments, her friends, my friends and our friends and family.
Right before I asked my wife for her hand in marriage, I asked myself if she was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
I narrowed down the mental list of potential candidates, looking back at the women I'd dated or with whom I had established a strong, lasting relationship.
I knew who I was and what I wanted.
I also knew that I probably knew little about the women and what they wanted.
Why do people get married? To raise children in a legal manner. To honour their religious upbringing. For tax savings. To make themselves (or one of them) a legal resident of a political entity, perhaps.
Why did I get married? Because it was time. I held a postsecondary diploma and was ready to establish myself financially. Having children was not a priority for me. Sitting by the window thinking and writing was/is.
Thus, which woman would most tolerate my desire to sit and write? Which woman would tell herself, "Rick is not the kind of person who will take the kids to school, play handyman, chair the parent-teacher association or do more than a cursory amount of housecleaning but hopefully will earn enough for us to have a comfortable, if not extravagant, life together"?
I narrowed my choices down to two people - my wife, of course, and the person with whom I have enjoyed conversations over the past few days.
My wife and I shared a romantic story that had/has a life of its own, one I've recounted here or elsewhere many times, starting when we were 12 at summer camp, acting as penpals for years and dating the first time our freshman year in college, with my "romantic, lovesick poet" phase generating many a poem we've all written in our heads in one way or another when first falling madly in love (and which I've spared tormenting you with here (at least so far (just wait until I get too bored to write a blog entry one day))).
The other person was/is a person many people enjoy being around. We never had overly romantic notions about each other, although we can describe them and imagine them, such as enjoying a quiet walk in the woods or along the beach, holding hands like two companions.
We agree we have made the best choices. She has her wonderful son and a life of her own, including an early retirement. I have a wonderful wife and have taken a midlife retirement. As a bonus, we remain great friends without a worry about one or the other having any ulteriour sexual intentions, so we can talk about anything without wondering about arousing the other's hormones.
All the while, large historic changes of our species go on around us, no matter how much we care or feel involved, emotionally or physically.
This is my life, sitting here, looking out the window at the rain, water dripping off the hanging gutter, no birds to be seen, creating an alternative universe while musing about the one that we say exists, because we can touch trees and watch one another's births and deaths and all the stuff in-between.
This is how I describe happiness. I thank all of you, including my close friends and family, for making this happiness possible. I hope every one of us can find this kind of simple happiness in our lives - it's priceless.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
We Come In Peace. Ignore The Military Buildup Back Home.
The Committee announced today that it's time to rotate the team leader position to another person.
Everyone looked at me.
Time and again (and time and again, etc.), I have spoken to individual members of the Committee, expressing my reluctance to assume the leadership position because my only goal to reach as leader is to reveal that we all lie to each other.
Like my friend who edits a family publication and tries to reach out to young people to get news material from the youth point of view, my talks with the Committee members have fallen on deaf ears.
Now who in their right mind is going to let an ol' suburbanised country boy tell the people what it is they're supposed to want to do next?
I'm only supposed to observe and report. That's the agreement I have authorised, notarised, framed and gilded, proudly displayed in a hidden hallway in the super-superattic of the Solar Museum of Rational History.
So, Committee of 7.5, if I do this, I don't do this, if you know what I mean.
In other words, I want to hear what the future leaders of countries in turmoil have, not only the words of promise to their people, but also the business and military connections to back them up with.
In other words, it's an ol' Texas Hold'em call - show us your cards.
Otherwise, all the demonstrations show me is a temporary release of a culture's pentup frustration.
Time to negotiate, not loot or fight or burn or any other brief respite from the toils of daily life.
If you won't talk or negotiate, then let me feel free to expose the lies involved in what's really going on.
Layers of the onion, my friends, tossed into a cotton candy machine - do you really want me to make a sticky mess out of pulling apart and showing you what's slithering through the goo?
Time for a joke to tell in the next blog entry.
Everyone looked at me.
Time and again (and time and again, etc.), I have spoken to individual members of the Committee, expressing my reluctance to assume the leadership position because my only goal to reach as leader is to reveal that we all lie to each other.
Like my friend who edits a family publication and tries to reach out to young people to get news material from the youth point of view, my talks with the Committee members have fallen on deaf ears.
Now who in their right mind is going to let an ol' suburbanised country boy tell the people what it is they're supposed to want to do next?
I'm only supposed to observe and report. That's the agreement I have authorised, notarised, framed and gilded, proudly displayed in a hidden hallway in the super-superattic of the Solar Museum of Rational History.
So, Committee of 7.5, if I do this, I don't do this, if you know what I mean.
In other words, I want to hear what the future leaders of countries in turmoil have, not only the words of promise to their people, but also the business and military connections to back them up with.
In other words, it's an ol' Texas Hold'em call - show us your cards.
Otherwise, all the demonstrations show me is a temporary release of a culture's pentup frustration.
Time to negotiate, not loot or fight or burn or any other brief respite from the toils of daily life.
If you won't talk or negotiate, then let me feel free to expose the lies involved in what's really going on.
Layers of the onion, my friends, tossed into a cotton candy machine - do you really want me to make a sticky mess out of pulling apart and showing you what's slithering through the goo?
Time for a joke to tell in the next blog entry.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Out of Math and Physics is History...
Looking back over some old bookmarks, I came across this.
It is good to remember when there were times that large groups of people got along. Here is one person's view of such times for us to consider when deciding how to react rationally to world events:
Let's hope we do this right and not jump back into recent derogatory quarrels that get us nowhere.
It is good to remember when there were times that large groups of people got along. Here is one person's view of such times for us to consider when deciding how to react rationally to world events:
As you know, Islamic civilizations rise in the 7th century, and start to fall dramatically in the 14th century for many reasons.
When we discuss the history of this civilization, you could understand that fact.
Before start to talk about contribution of Islamic civilization in human civilization, I would like to present some historical facts, also some ‘’western’’ references:
Here are some interested points:
- Baghdad was the center of the world in the 9th century. It population around two millions.
- The first translation university was built in Baghdad in the 9th century. It was called (Dar Al Hikmah) or Wisdom House. They translated hundred thousands of Greek, Persian, Roman, Hebrew, and Indian documents and books to Arabic.
- For the first time, Jews, Muslims and Christian succeeded to live in peace in liberal (semi democratic society) in Spain in the 10th century.
- Many schools of laws were established in 11th and 12 century.
- The largest Islamic State is Indonesia (20% of Muslims in the world), no Islamic army reached this State. The people converted to Islam due to economical relations, the same as Malaysia and SE Asia.
The collapse of Islamic civilization could be concluded by these reasons:
- Crusaders wars: 200 years of religious catholic wars against Muslims, Jews and orthodox Christian. These wars exhausted the ME societies.
- Mongolian wars: Before the end of crusaders wars, Mongolian invaded the East. They destroyed Baghdad, killed 800000 people and burn its well known library.
- Fall of Spain: Muslims lost Spain in the end of 15th after 800 years of great civilization. Spanish changed the trading from ME to South Africa, which had great economical impact.
- Islamic scholars stopped developing the laws since 14 century, which made many of them not suitable for modern societies.
- Ottoman Empire, ruled the Islamic world recently. They involved in many wars with Russia, Romania, Balkan, Greece, UK, France , Egypt … which converted it to military State.
Islamic civilization and Science
Specific Muslims scientists and their contribution in human civilization:
- Alhazen, is considered as the father of modern Optics:
http://www.unhas.ac.id/~rhiza/saintis/haitham.html
http://brightbytes.com/cosite/what.html
-Sample of Muslims scientists and their contribution in different fields:
http://www.unhas.ac.id/~rhiza/saintis/
-The first world map by AL-IDRIS
http://www.soundsofislam.com/idrisi.html
- Islam and medicine:
Guardian Newspapers, 9/10/2003
http://www.buzzle.co.uk/editorials/9-10-2003-45271.asp
Chemical medicine
http://www.nlm.nih.gov/hmd/arabic/ch...medicine5.html
Chemistry or al-kimiya
http://www.tlchm.bris.ac.uk/webproje...mer/arabic.htm
Muslims and Weapon
http://www.sfusd.k12.ca.us/schwww/sc.../Weapons2.html
- Mathematics
History of mathematics: you can choose from 500 to 1300, most of scientists have Arab or Islamic names:
http://www-groups.dcs.st-and.ac.uk/~...ogy/index.html
About 810
House of Wisdom set up in Baghdad. There Greek and Indian mathematical and astronomy works are translated into Arabic.
About 810
Al-Khwarizmi writes important works on arithmetic, algebra, geography, and astronomy. In particular Hisab al-jabr w'al-muqabala (Calculation by Completion and Balancing), gives us the word "algebra", from "al-jabr". From al-Khwarizmi's name, as a consequence of his arithmetic book, comes the word "algorithm".
About 850
Thabit ibn Qurra makes important mathematical discoveries such as the extension of the concept of number to (positive) real numbers, integral calculus, theorems in spherical trigonometry, analytic geometry, and non-euclidean geometry.
About 850
Thabit ibn Qurra writes Book on the determination of amicable numbers which contains general methods to construct amicable numbers. He knows the pair of amicable numbers 17296, 18416.
About 900
Abu Kamil writes Book on algebra which studies applications of algebra to geometrical problems. It will be the book on which Fibonacci will base his works.
920
Al-Battani writes Kitab al-Zij a major work on astronomy in 57 chapters. It contains advances in trigonometry.
About 960
Al-Uqlidisi writes Kitab al-fusul fi al-hisab al-Hindi which is the earliest surviving book that presents the Hindu system.
About 970
Abu'l-Wafa invents the wall quadrant for the accurate measurement of the declination of stars in the sky. He writes important books on arithmetic and geometric constructions. He introduces the tangent function and produces improved methods of calculating trigonometric tables.
976
Codex Vigilanus copied in Spain. Contains the first evidence of decimal numbers in Europe.
About 990Can we see how it is one species here and not groups partitioned by political boundaries?
Al-Karaji writes Al-Fakhri in Baghdad which develops algebra. He gives Pascal's triangle.
About 1000
Ibn al-Haytham (often called Alhazen) writes works on optics, including a theory of light and a theory of vision, astronomy, and mathematics, including geometry and number theory. He gives Alhazen's problem: Given a light source and a spherical mirror, find the point on the mirror were the light will be reflected to the eye of an observer.
About 1010
Al-Biruni writes on many scientific topics. His work on mathematics covers arithmetic, summation of series, combinatorial analysis, the rule of three, irrational numbers, ratio theory, algebraic definitions, method of solving algebraic equations, geometry, Archimedes' theorems, trisection of the angle and other problems which cannot be solved with ruler and compass alone, conic sections, stereometry, stereographic projection, trigonometry, the sine theorem in the plane, and solving spherical triangles.
About 1020
Ibn Sina (usually called Avicenna) writes on philosophy, medicine, psychology, geology, mathematics, astronomy, and logic. His important mathematical work Kitab al-Shifa' (The Book of Healing) divides mathematics into four major topics, geometry, astronomy, arithmetic, and music.
1040
Ahmad al-Nasawi writes al-Muqni'fi al-Hisab al-Hindi which studies four different number systems. He explains the operations of arithmetic, particularly taking square and cube roots in each system.
1072
Al-Khayyami (usually known as Omar Khayyam) writes Treatise on Demonstration of Problems of Algebra which contains a complete classification of cubic equations with geometric solutions found by means of intersecting conic sections. He measures the length of the year to be 365.24219858156 days, a remarkably accurate result.
1130
Jabir ibn Aflah writes works on mathematics which, although not as good as many other Arabic works, are important since they will be translated into Latin and become available to European mathematicians.
1142
Adelard of Bath produces two or three translations of Euclid's Elements from Arabic.
1149
Al-Samawal writes al-Bahir fi'l-jabr (The brilliant in algebra). He develops algebra with polynomials using negative powers and zero. He solves quadratic equations, sums the squares of the first n natural numbers, and looks at combinatorial problems.
1150
Arabic numerals are introduced into Europe with Gherard of Cremona's translation of Ptolemy's Almagest. The name of the "sine" function comes from this translation.
1411
Al-Kashi writes Compendium of the Science of Astronomy.
1424
Al-Kashi writes Treatise on the Circumference giving a remarkably good approximation to in both sexagesimal and decimal forms.
1427
Al-Kashi completes The Key to Arithmetic containing work of great depth on decimal fractions. It applies arithmetical and algebraic methods to the solution of various problems, including several geometric ones and is one of the best textbooks in the whole of medieval literature.
will be continued ..............
Let's hope we do this right and not jump back into recent derogatory quarrels that get us nowhere.
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Monday, January 31, 2011
Three Mirrors
I started to ask if you believe in time. But the fact is I don't.
States of energy spin in place or they bounce to/through some other spin cycle.
My scalp itches, which tells me I'm thinking about something important to say.
Question is, will I say it?
Can you understand that which is not some form of states of energy?
Can you look at a stack of fabric or woven carbon fiber and see our universe as one set of strands intersecting another?
Can you forget the concept of position-and-momentum?
Literally, you cannot, because you are the embodiment of position-and-momentum.
We would like to think of universes similar to ours that change only slightly, like some sort of butterfly effect or negative photographic image.
In fact, we use the term universe to describe our conditions here and project some idea of universe onto that which we cannot see, and only barely imagine, to account for our inability to sum the parts of our universe to 100%.
And yet, I can pick up the phone, talk to a person I haven't seen or heard in eighteen years, and carry on a conversation as if we'd looped around and come back to the same point again, our eighteen-year loops acting like individual universes, as if we were treading water until our loops completed a circle and intersected.
Our brains preserving neuronal connections as if they were going to be reused one day, almost as if they knew they were going to be reused one day.
As if...but cause and effect are illusions, are they not? Or at least they're mysteries we wish to keep unsolved.
Can I use any points of reality in this universe to serve as an example of "universes" that have no relation to this one, without resorting to the trickery, or false illusion of certainty, of mathematics?
Or do I drop a pebble in the pond and wait for someone on the opposite shore to interpret the purpose of the unknown origin of the waves lapping the beach?
Surely, you can imagine a ghost that you can't see and it can't see or encounter you in any physical way.
But that's giving the other entity a familiar shape when there is no familiar shape to that which you cannot see or interact with.
The word "entity" itself is more than what that you cannot see deserves.
As some have said, many universes (to keep using a familiar term) are uninteresting, in and of themselves.
But it doesn't prevent us from constructing a model with which we can figure out how to convert our states of energy into a useful form in one of those uninteresting systems, as long as we don't get too distracted from the more mundane tasks of rocketing representatives of planet Earth to other parts of the solar system/galaxy.
Breaking down and building up the model of ourselves as a single species in the process.
All while keeping an eye on those who're addicted to selfish hoarding of commercial assets and willing to destroy the environment and the lives of others in order to feed their addictions.
There's a difference between healthy economic growth and economic growth for the sake of those with a technically medical psychological disorder we jokingly call greed and/or obsessive/compulsive gambling.
You see, keeping track of all seven billion of us has its benefits - diagnosing illnesses on the personal and global scale, and treating them according to personal and global needs.
Persecution complex or delusions of grandeur will be dealt with.
We can't say with certainty how these "cures" will make society any better, but we can say we acted honestly in our attempt to improve the overall health of the species and its place in the global ecosystem.
Doesn't matter how big of a private army you've amassed for yourself, we know who you are and how to get to you. We can set private army against private army, if need be, to accomplish our tasks of saving the species from itself - you don't need another demonstration to know we can and we do.
In the meantime, I have to monitor my states of energy for signs of unnatural changes or deviations that are trending away from the norm for my states of energy.
After all, I know who I am, becoming conscious of my self at age five, constantly testing my abilities and my social connections along the way to now.
While the economic hoarders think they're deciding what to do about the future of Egypt, unnecessarily scared that a modern Islamic revolution may not be democratic, because they know other vultures like themselves would love to declare a democracy but really run a dictatorship or oligarchy of some kind, the Committee is moving forward with its plan to give power to the people, to form a balance, a barrier against those ill with obsessive gambling/hoarding disease.
If the Muslim Brotherhood is willing to ensure the power base is a type of representative government, they're invited. If not, then we'll give decisionmaking to ones we already have in place to act swiftly through word-of-mouth or other old-fashioned means to get the message to those who seek true freedom within the realm of intelligence/marketplace transactions that their desires will be fulfilled with their kind of democratically-minded people.
Meanwhile, I've got an eighteen-year loop to examine more closely and see if it'll help me explain to you a boundary line where states of energy meet the unimaginable.
Thanks to Kwasis at Rave today.
States of energy spin in place or they bounce to/through some other spin cycle.
My scalp itches, which tells me I'm thinking about something important to say.
Question is, will I say it?
Can you understand that which is not some form of states of energy?
Can you look at a stack of fabric or woven carbon fiber and see our universe as one set of strands intersecting another?
Can you forget the concept of position-and-momentum?
Literally, you cannot, because you are the embodiment of position-and-momentum.
We would like to think of universes similar to ours that change only slightly, like some sort of butterfly effect or negative photographic image.
In fact, we use the term universe to describe our conditions here and project some idea of universe onto that which we cannot see, and only barely imagine, to account for our inability to sum the parts of our universe to 100%.
And yet, I can pick up the phone, talk to a person I haven't seen or heard in eighteen years, and carry on a conversation as if we'd looped around and come back to the same point again, our eighteen-year loops acting like individual universes, as if we were treading water until our loops completed a circle and intersected.
Our brains preserving neuronal connections as if they were going to be reused one day, almost as if they knew they were going to be reused one day.
As if...but cause and effect are illusions, are they not? Or at least they're mysteries we wish to keep unsolved.
Can I use any points of reality in this universe to serve as an example of "universes" that have no relation to this one, without resorting to the trickery, or false illusion of certainty, of mathematics?
Or do I drop a pebble in the pond and wait for someone on the opposite shore to interpret the purpose of the unknown origin of the waves lapping the beach?
Surely, you can imagine a ghost that you can't see and it can't see or encounter you in any physical way.
But that's giving the other entity a familiar shape when there is no familiar shape to that which you cannot see or interact with.
The word "entity" itself is more than what that you cannot see deserves.
As some have said, many universes (to keep using a familiar term) are uninteresting, in and of themselves.
But it doesn't prevent us from constructing a model with which we can figure out how to convert our states of energy into a useful form in one of those uninteresting systems, as long as we don't get too distracted from the more mundane tasks of rocketing representatives of planet Earth to other parts of the solar system/galaxy.
Breaking down and building up the model of ourselves as a single species in the process.
All while keeping an eye on those who're addicted to selfish hoarding of commercial assets and willing to destroy the environment and the lives of others in order to feed their addictions.
There's a difference between healthy economic growth and economic growth for the sake of those with a technically medical psychological disorder we jokingly call greed and/or obsessive/compulsive gambling.
You see, keeping track of all seven billion of us has its benefits - diagnosing illnesses on the personal and global scale, and treating them according to personal and global needs.
Persecution complex or delusions of grandeur will be dealt with.
We can't say with certainty how these "cures" will make society any better, but we can say we acted honestly in our attempt to improve the overall health of the species and its place in the global ecosystem.
Doesn't matter how big of a private army you've amassed for yourself, we know who you are and how to get to you. We can set private army against private army, if need be, to accomplish our tasks of saving the species from itself - you don't need another demonstration to know we can and we do.
In the meantime, I have to monitor my states of energy for signs of unnatural changes or deviations that are trending away from the norm for my states of energy.
After all, I know who I am, becoming conscious of my self at age five, constantly testing my abilities and my social connections along the way to now.
While the economic hoarders think they're deciding what to do about the future of Egypt, unnecessarily scared that a modern Islamic revolution may not be democratic, because they know other vultures like themselves would love to declare a democracy but really run a dictatorship or oligarchy of some kind, the Committee is moving forward with its plan to give power to the people, to form a balance, a barrier against those ill with obsessive gambling/hoarding disease.
If the Muslim Brotherhood is willing to ensure the power base is a type of representative government, they're invited. If not, then we'll give decisionmaking to ones we already have in place to act swiftly through word-of-mouth or other old-fashioned means to get the message to those who seek true freedom within the realm of intelligence/marketplace transactions that their desires will be fulfilled with their kind of democratically-minded people.
Meanwhile, I've got an eighteen-year loop to examine more closely and see if it'll help me explain to you a boundary line where states of energy meet the unimaginable.
Thanks to Kwasis at Rave today.
Monday, January 24, 2011
To Open Envelope Tear Off This Stub
Members of the U.S. Congress showed a brave and unified front today when they told members of the press that MoUSC (pronounced 'mouse') would no longer take a salary, fringe benefits, retirement pays or industrial kickbacks through PACs.
They pledged they would earn money the old-fashioned way, through earning the trust of customers, one at a time.
During questioning the MoUSC would not affirm or deny their right to work as lobbyists or remain on retainer (or is that retain on remainder?) as honourary board members of prominent industries seeking favour with the U.S. government for lucrative contracts.
In other industry news, the country music conglomerate is reviewing its contracts with the Hollywood media moguls, concerned that mediocrity and bad movie plots are ruining the purity of C&W music.
Rap music moguls are also questioning the portrayal of their stars, many of them classically trained at prestigious schools like Julliard.
Carlos Slim has not weighed in on the subject of negative images associated with gangs of Mexico, leaving the general public questioning halleged involvement in illegal activities himself.
Bookies are divided over the point spread.
A secret physics society revealed that the knapsack problem is the solution to transforming humans into the nonwaveparticles needed to travel from one version to another of the intertwined universes. Communication to this universe is accomplished through nudging light waveparticles to an almost imperceptibly slightly higher speed spaced at what looks to us like millions of years apart.
Unfortunately, the physicists explained, time units, perceived by us as connected to solar cycles, lives, generations, and civilisations, are not megauniversally scaled the same (think metric vs. U.S./imperial units).
The timescale at which others communicate across universal barriers is why major messages take so long for us to communicate to each successive global civilisation.
However, our relatively short lives lead us to impatience which leads to war, overconsumption, famine and disease-spreading - we cannot easily conceive a message that takes 10,000 or 1,000,000 years to convey.
In farm news, it's time. You farmers know what that means.
They pledged they would earn money the old-fashioned way, through earning the trust of customers, one at a time.
During questioning the MoUSC would not affirm or deny their right to work as lobbyists or remain on retainer (or is that retain on remainder?) as honourary board members of prominent industries seeking favour with the U.S. government for lucrative contracts.
In other industry news, the country music conglomerate is reviewing its contracts with the Hollywood media moguls, concerned that mediocrity and bad movie plots are ruining the purity of C&W music.
Rap music moguls are also questioning the portrayal of their stars, many of them classically trained at prestigious schools like Julliard.
Carlos Slim has not weighed in on the subject of negative images associated with gangs of Mexico, leaving the general public questioning halleged involvement in illegal activities himself.
Bookies are divided over the point spread.
A secret physics society revealed that the knapsack problem is the solution to transforming humans into the nonwaveparticles needed to travel from one version to another of the intertwined universes. Communication to this universe is accomplished through nudging light waveparticles to an almost imperceptibly slightly higher speed spaced at what looks to us like millions of years apart.
Unfortunately, the physicists explained, time units, perceived by us as connected to solar cycles, lives, generations, and civilisations, are not megauniversally scaled the same (think metric vs. U.S./imperial units).
The timescale at which others communicate across universal barriers is why major messages take so long for us to communicate to each successive global civilisation.
However, our relatively short lives lead us to impatience which leads to war, overconsumption, famine and disease-spreading - we cannot easily conceive a message that takes 10,000 or 1,000,000 years to convey.
In farm news, it's time. You farmers know what that means.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Does Chattanooga have the same school problems as Huntsville?
Why am I living in Rocket City when it's Chattanooga that has the high-speed Internet, VW plant, cool downtown and other amenities that the former cotton capital doesn't?
Time to shop for jobs near Rock City, considering the fact that the U.S. Congress is putting military budget cuts in the spotlight.
Time to shop for jobs near Rock City, considering the fact that the U.S. Congress is putting military budget cuts in the spotlight.
Valid on bus and streetcar lines
Another island, another spontaneous outburst of solidarity.
The two Irish governments proclaimed today to be President Robert Bentley Day, in honour of their decision to unite as one Christian nation where brothers and sisters in Christ can work and play together.
As President For Life, Dr. Bentley will preside over a democracy where abortions are banned, divorces are not allowed and child/spouse abusers will be flogged in the public square of their local townships and locked in stockades for all passersby to jeer.
Vegetable venders will be allowed to sell ten percent of their produce as waste, to be used as projectiles thrown at prisoners put on public daily display on a rotating basis. Those prisoners not on display in the public square will be seen working in roadside cleanup chain gangs.
Prisoners convicted of white collar crimes will be assigned one of the following duties: cleaning public toilets, working for the national diaper changing brigade, or psychobiological weapons testing.
The single government of Ireland officially operates under the guidance of the SSSF Party.
The SSSF Party declares solidarity with its nonChristian brothers and sisters fighting corruption in Tunisia and Algeria. The Party wishes an Irish blessing on the two Korean governments seeking resolution of the conflicts between their brothers and sisters, no matter what religion(s) they choose to worship the Almighty Creator.
Rumours are spreading that Israel and Palestine are considering forming a joint task force to develop a plan for peaceful negotiations for the opening of a civil conversation to politely detail the discussions that might lead to a possible reconciliation of a few thousands of years of misunderstanding an argument between a nomadic shepherd and a rug merchant over the value of a peace they established concerning the value of a piece of unfarmable/ungrazable land that they both agree was built by God/Allah and is for Allah's/God's use only; thus, they are temporary caretakers, neither can own the land outright and must share equally.
India and Pakistan are taking a wait-and-see approach to these acts of unselfish love for one another.
Meanwhile, "Baby" Papa Doc Duvalier says he always had his people's best interests in mind and that's why he seemed so cruel - he was just playing the part of a stern and assertive father of children who needed a lot of discipline to stay on the straight and narrow path to membership in the international brotherhood and sisterhood of mature nations - look what happened to them after he left - they need him now more than ever.
Amazonian Indian tribes are not fooled by any of these proclamations/acts. They remember the deforestation that round after round of collapsed civilisations told the tribes were for their best interests.
The U.S. government released a statement clarifying the intention of the Extended Family Act, which eliminated public and private pension plans and replaced them with a directive that encourages all extended family members to move in together under one roof to save overhead costs in order to allow the family members to live off a few salaries or the salary of the primary breadwinner. Tax incentives will take effect in 2040 that compensate the children who suffered under the early years of the EFA.
Producers of "The King's Speech" made their final payment to Ricky Gervais for his backhanded comedic adverts of the movie, disguised as insulting jokes he told at the Golden Globes. Celebrate subliminal subtlety!
The two Irish governments proclaimed today to be President Robert Bentley Day, in honour of their decision to unite as one Christian nation where brothers and sisters in Christ can work and play together.
As President For Life, Dr. Bentley will preside over a democracy where abortions are banned, divorces are not allowed and child/spouse abusers will be flogged in the public square of their local townships and locked in stockades for all passersby to jeer.
Vegetable venders will be allowed to sell ten percent of their produce as waste, to be used as projectiles thrown at prisoners put on public daily display on a rotating basis. Those prisoners not on display in the public square will be seen working in roadside cleanup chain gangs.
Prisoners convicted of white collar crimes will be assigned one of the following duties: cleaning public toilets, working for the national diaper changing brigade, or psychobiological weapons testing.
The single government of Ireland officially operates under the guidance of the SSSF Party.
The SSSF Party declares solidarity with its nonChristian brothers and sisters fighting corruption in Tunisia and Algeria. The Party wishes an Irish blessing on the two Korean governments seeking resolution of the conflicts between their brothers and sisters, no matter what religion(s) they choose to worship the Almighty Creator.
Rumours are spreading that Israel and Palestine are considering forming a joint task force to develop a plan for peaceful negotiations for the opening of a civil conversation to politely detail the discussions that might lead to a possible reconciliation of a few thousands of years of misunderstanding an argument between a nomadic shepherd and a rug merchant over the value of a peace they established concerning the value of a piece of unfarmable/ungrazable land that they both agree was built by God/Allah and is for Allah's/God's use only; thus, they are temporary caretakers, neither can own the land outright and must share equally.
India and Pakistan are taking a wait-and-see approach to these acts of unselfish love for one another.
Meanwhile, "Baby" Papa Doc Duvalier says he always had his people's best interests in mind and that's why he seemed so cruel - he was just playing the part of a stern and assertive father of children who needed a lot of discipline to stay on the straight and narrow path to membership in the international brotherhood and sisterhood of mature nations - look what happened to them after he left - they need him now more than ever.
Amazonian Indian tribes are not fooled by any of these proclamations/acts. They remember the deforestation that round after round of collapsed civilisations told the tribes were for their best interests.
The U.S. government released a statement clarifying the intention of the Extended Family Act, which eliminated public and private pension plans and replaced them with a directive that encourages all extended family members to move in together under one roof to save overhead costs in order to allow the family members to live off a few salaries or the salary of the primary breadwinner. Tax incentives will take effect in 2040 that compensate the children who suffered under the early years of the EFA.
Producers of "The King's Speech" made their final payment to Ricky Gervais for his backhanded comedic adverts of the movie, disguised as insulting jokes he told at the Golden Globes. Celebrate subliminal subtlety!
Friday, January 21, 2011
The light at the end of the tunnel...
...is the conductor waving a lamp, inviting you to jump on-board!
Three more points of light:
And maybe, if we're lucky, Brian Cowen will be out of a job soon!
Three more points of light:
And maybe, if we're lucky, Brian Cowen will be out of a job soon!
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