Saturday mail delivery may end.
The mailman coming is a big part of American cultureand ending Sautrday mail may seem counter-culture to some. Most businesses are closed on the weekends so they won't miss not having a Saturday mail run. Some residents will be upset at the prospect but let's be honest here. Have you really checked your mail lately?
Specials from Domino's Pizza, save $5.00 on your next oil change, set out collectibles for the Veteran's association, attend a money saving (or money-making ) seminar, ad-saver magazine, and various other articles of paper that we can just as well live without.
That personal letter from your friend or relative just doesn't come anymore unless that loved one is over eighty. If it wasn't for bills and advertising, we really wouldn't need a mailbox and to be hones, for most of us, we get all the ads we need on our computer. In fact we bank on-line, pay our bills on line and stay in contact with most of our friends and family via the internet.
Mail is so yesterday. Maybe we could go to Monday only delivery or eliminate the post office altogether.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Joe Torre writes a tell all book about the Yankees and slams A-Rod so an A-Rod insider blasts Torre. Whether Torre is telling it like it is or not doesn't matter. What A-Rod did is just cheap and petty and tends to make Torre more believable. After all, A-Rod has been the bigest failure on the Yankee team in post season play. Not just the Yankee team but his performance post season has been worse than almost any other player in the entire league. Proof enough he's a joke.
And lets not get into his personal life.
And lets not get into his personal life.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Once upon a time when I was struggling, I would pay all my bills and lived off the remainder. It was a hard life ans I didn't save any money but I survived and paid off my debts. Last year I was driving a p/u truck that got 18 miles to the gallon and it was a struggle since I had moved to the country and now drive 40 miles a day instead of the 5 miles I once drove when I purchased the vehicle.
Gas had risen from just over a $1.00 a gallon to just a little over $4.00 a gallon so I sold the truck, bought my wife a new car and drove her little ECHO to work. Even at 41 mpg hwy, I was still spending $40.00 a week for gas.
I tried alternative routes to work until I found the shortest one, started running my errands on the way to or from work instead of on my lunch hour to reduce mileage and car expenses (like tires and oil changes) and now spend $12.00 to $15.00 a week on gas.
Each payday I stop at the bank, withdraw my weekly allowance of $100.00. When I get home, I drop $10.00 into a jug and whatever I had left over from the week before. I've saved $244.00 in eight weeks doing this.
Don't suggest I need to invest that money. In the last four weeks I've lost $1300 from my retirement account and so far I'm down $7100.00 since June. I'm not worried about that part of my financies. The less stocks are worth the more my dollars will buy and when the stock market recoveries (and it will) I'll make up for the loss. That's the audacity of hope.
Gas had risen from just over a $1.00 a gallon to just a little over $4.00 a gallon so I sold the truck, bought my wife a new car and drove her little ECHO to work. Even at 41 mpg hwy, I was still spending $40.00 a week for gas.
I tried alternative routes to work until I found the shortest one, started running my errands on the way to or from work instead of on my lunch hour to reduce mileage and car expenses (like tires and oil changes) and now spend $12.00 to $15.00 a week on gas.
Each payday I stop at the bank, withdraw my weekly allowance of $100.00. When I get home, I drop $10.00 into a jug and whatever I had left over from the week before. I've saved $244.00 in eight weeks doing this.
Don't suggest I need to invest that money. In the last four weeks I've lost $1300 from my retirement account and so far I'm down $7100.00 since June. I'm not worried about that part of my financies. The less stocks are worth the more my dollars will buy and when the stock market recoveries (and it will) I'll make up for the loss. That's the audacity of hope.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Computers are great in some respects. When I need an answer, want an unusual item, or misspell a word, the computer allows me to quicklyfind the answer, purchase an item, and consult a dictionary without having to get up out of my seat, get dressed, or pick up a book. Amazing.
All men have fantasies. Women, I suppose, have them too but I can't speak for them. Most fantasies will always remain just that--harmless images running around in our heads. By the way, the fantasies of most men do not involve anything illegal-just unusual or kinky and propably embarrassing. That's why they will always remain fantasies.
The computer has allowed that to change. Some men, perverts for sure, fasntasize about kids, and took jobs that placed them around children. Sometimes it took years for a man to cultivate the trust and to manipulate a situation to his advantage in order to induldge his fantasy. With a computer, the time frame has been cut to weeks and in many cases can be done from the privacy and comfort of the home.
The computer is truly a two-edged sword.
All men have fantasies. Women, I suppose, have them too but I can't speak for them. Most fantasies will always remain just that--harmless images running around in our heads. By the way, the fantasies of most men do not involve anything illegal-just unusual or kinky and propably embarrassing. That's why they will always remain fantasies.
The computer has allowed that to change. Some men, perverts for sure, fasntasize about kids, and took jobs that placed them around children. Sometimes it took years for a man to cultivate the trust and to manipulate a situation to his advantage in order to induldge his fantasy. With a computer, the time frame has been cut to weeks and in many cases can be done from the privacy and comfort of the home.
The computer is truly a two-edged sword.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
I having a blogging friend, Dr. J, whose blog I have been reading for years. I was one of her earliest and most ardent supporters and while others were calling her "wack-job" and other uncomplimentary things, I was researching her claims and found her credible.
One of her biggest complaints has been the practice of some bloggers, especially those from Greensboro, to insult those they disagree with, even for things as small as a typo.
I can understand questioning a person's intelligence if they wrote "physical year" in reference to "fiscal year" or referred to the weight of a precious stone as a "carrot" instead of caret.
I would never send off a manuscript or file a report with typos of any description in it but I have read many a newspaper story, blog, and even published novels with typos, mistaken facts, and the wrong tense of a word used and I certainly didn't question the intelligence of the author. Mistakes happen, even under the best of circumstances, and we must learn to be tolerate of that.
Sometimes these mistakes are due to haste and sometimes that are due to efforts being put forth that a lessor person might find too difficult to attempt so one should not always be too quick to judge. It might be the post might have been written in haste or the typos could have been added for a reason (sometimes humor, sometimes a double meaning, i.e. "delikious" instead of delicious in describing a food dish to indicate the food was beyond good but licking food as in finger licking good, or licking the bowl good)
When a person makes typos, uses the wrong word of phrase, or obviously can't spell, one still needs to be shown respect. If you understand what the person is talking about then all is fine. If you don't, then point out that the ideas are not clear to you and suggest that they choose words that more properly convey the proper meaning, etc. Calling the writer derogatory names does nothing to clarify the meaning or to foster good relationships. Putting people down doesn't make one a better person.
My blogger friend. Dr. J was singing the praises of another blogger, one who had been denied a pardon by our former governor, saying what a nice person he was. I was curious about two things: First and foremost, what made this guy such a super person? and secondly, why did he need and deserve a pardon from Gov. Easley?
Over the years, Dr. J has made some enemies and had made some friends. She is outspoken and pulls few punches. No one has drawn the personal praise to the degree that this particular blogger did so I visited his site and read his story of why he wanted a pardon. I am a firm believer in giving people second changes. That's what I have been blogging about and writing about for years.
I have worked hard to get criminal charges reduced or dropped so that a person can have a chance to make good on their desire to live a descent life, to change or way of dealing with certain criminal acts so a person receives the help they need instead of being continually trapped in a vicious cycle of crime, addiction, and incarceration. I have been successful on behalf of numerous people.Unfortunately, most have failed to live up to the second chance I had worked so hard to gain for them but not all have squandered the opportunities.
I read the man's blog and wrote a quick response to it. The man didn't like my opinion, which is his right, and quickly told me so by replying to me with insults and name calling. His attacks on me were akin to turning a pit bull loose on a three year old with the clear intent to hurt my feelings and make me go away rather than explore the possibility that the way he presented himself may be the reason he didn't get his pardon.
Honestly, I don't have the high regard for this man that Dr. J does. I don't think he cares.
One should be careful who one insults though. He might have insulted the new Governor's brother. Maybe should think about that for awhile. Maybe he should should be thankful his attempt at arson failed and his arrest served to free him from his drug addiction. Think of the sweet girl from Greensboro who is serving a life sentence after she set a couch on fire as a prank. There are some really nice people in prison who could use a break. I'm sure there are some innocent in jail too. I'm sure they would love a break.
Gov. Easly pardoned no one. This man asked the Governor to forgive him of drug addiction and attempted arson. I only ask to be forgiven for a typo. Instead, I got insults.
You decide. Is the blogger a supper nice guy and one of the most descent human beings around?
One of her biggest complaints has been the practice of some bloggers, especially those from Greensboro, to insult those they disagree with, even for things as small as a typo.
I can understand questioning a person's intelligence if they wrote "physical year" in reference to "fiscal year" or referred to the weight of a precious stone as a "carrot" instead of caret.
I would never send off a manuscript or file a report with typos of any description in it but I have read many a newspaper story, blog, and even published novels with typos, mistaken facts, and the wrong tense of a word used and I certainly didn't question the intelligence of the author. Mistakes happen, even under the best of circumstances, and we must learn to be tolerate of that.
Sometimes these mistakes are due to haste and sometimes that are due to efforts being put forth that a lessor person might find too difficult to attempt so one should not always be too quick to judge. It might be the post might have been written in haste or the typos could have been added for a reason (sometimes humor, sometimes a double meaning, i.e. "delikious" instead of delicious in describing a food dish to indicate the food was beyond good but licking food as in finger licking good, or licking the bowl good)
When a person makes typos, uses the wrong word of phrase, or obviously can't spell, one still needs to be shown respect. If you understand what the person is talking about then all is fine. If you don't, then point out that the ideas are not clear to you and suggest that they choose words that more properly convey the proper meaning, etc. Calling the writer derogatory names does nothing to clarify the meaning or to foster good relationships. Putting people down doesn't make one a better person.
My blogger friend. Dr. J was singing the praises of another blogger, one who had been denied a pardon by our former governor, saying what a nice person he was. I was curious about two things: First and foremost, what made this guy such a super person? and secondly, why did he need and deserve a pardon from Gov. Easley?
Over the years, Dr. J has made some enemies and had made some friends. She is outspoken and pulls few punches. No one has drawn the personal praise to the degree that this particular blogger did so I visited his site and read his story of why he wanted a pardon. I am a firm believer in giving people second changes. That's what I have been blogging about and writing about for years.
I have worked hard to get criminal charges reduced or dropped so that a person can have a chance to make good on their desire to live a descent life, to change or way of dealing with certain criminal acts so a person receives the help they need instead of being continually trapped in a vicious cycle of crime, addiction, and incarceration. I have been successful on behalf of numerous people.Unfortunately, most have failed to live up to the second chance I had worked so hard to gain for them but not all have squandered the opportunities.
I read the man's blog and wrote a quick response to it. The man didn't like my opinion, which is his right, and quickly told me so by replying to me with insults and name calling. His attacks on me were akin to turning a pit bull loose on a three year old with the clear intent to hurt my feelings and make me go away rather than explore the possibility that the way he presented himself may be the reason he didn't get his pardon.
Honestly, I don't have the high regard for this man that Dr. J does. I don't think he cares.
One should be careful who one insults though. He might have insulted the new Governor's brother. Maybe should think about that for awhile. Maybe he should should be thankful his attempt at arson failed and his arrest served to free him from his drug addiction. Think of the sweet girl from Greensboro who is serving a life sentence after she set a couch on fire as a prank. There are some really nice people in prison who could use a break. I'm sure there are some innocent in jail too. I'm sure they would love a break.
Gov. Easly pardoned no one. This man asked the Governor to forgive him of drug addiction and attempted arson. I only ask to be forgiven for a typo. Instead, I got insults.
You decide. Is the blogger a supper nice guy and one of the most descent human beings around?
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Lose the Memory, Lose the Weight
False memories may help in avoiding fattening foods.
By Victoria Stern, PsychologyToday.com
If your mother told you raw oysters had turned your stomach a few years back, you might think twice about partaking in them again. But what if she was lying? And what if she told the same tale but replaced oysters with a fattening treat like ice cream? Evidence from two studies shows that generating false memories might be one way to diet.
Researchers at the University of St. Andrews in the United Kingdom and at the University of Windsor in Canada each found that subjects who were told that a particular food had made them sick years earlier not only believed the made-up events but also stopped craving the food. Researchers already knew that generating false memories can alter a person's beliefs, but these studies are the first to show that the practice can change behavior as well.
"Although it's not ethical to create false memories in people, making an association between eating a fattening food and getting ill may be beneficial," says Elke Geraerts, a psychologist from St. Andrews and lead author on one of the studies. "People may avoid those foods in the future."
I think lying is what nade us fat to begin with-lying to ourselves about how much we eat, the calorie content of what we eat, and other such self-destructive lies and now a learned person is suggesting we lie to ourselves to solve a problem that our lies to ourselves caused in the first place. Brillant!!
Right.
False memories may help in avoiding fattening foods.
By Victoria Stern, PsychologyToday.com
If your mother told you raw oysters had turned your stomach a few years back, you might think twice about partaking in them again. But what if she was lying? And what if she told the same tale but replaced oysters with a fattening treat like ice cream? Evidence from two studies shows that generating false memories might be one way to diet.
Researchers at the University of St. Andrews in the United Kingdom and at the University of Windsor in Canada each found that subjects who were told that a particular food had made them sick years earlier not only believed the made-up events but also stopped craving the food. Researchers already knew that generating false memories can alter a person's beliefs, but these studies are the first to show that the practice can change behavior as well.
"Although it's not ethical to create false memories in people, making an association between eating a fattening food and getting ill may be beneficial," says Elke Geraerts, a psychologist from St. Andrews and lead author on one of the studies. "People may avoid those foods in the future."
I think lying is what nade us fat to begin with-lying to ourselves about how much we eat, the calorie content of what we eat, and other such self-destructive lies and now a learned person is suggesting we lie to ourselves to solve a problem that our lies to ourselves caused in the first place. Brillant!!
Right.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
A man lay sprawled across three entire seats in the posh theatre. When the usher came by and noticed this, he whispered to the man, "Sorry, sir, but you're only allowed one seat." The man groaned but didn't budge. The usher became impatient. "Sir, if you don't get up from there I'm going to have to call the manager." Again, the man just groaned, which infuriated the usher who turned and marched briskly back up the aisle in search of his manager.In a few moments, both the usher and the manager returned and stood over the man. Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move him, but with no success. Finally, they summoned the police. The cop surveyed the situation briefly then asked, "All right buddy, what's your name?" "Sam," the man moaned. "Where ya from, Sam?" With pain in his voice Sam replied "The balcony."
A policeman was patrolling a local parking spot overlooking a golf course. He drove by a car and saw a couple inside with the dome light on. There was a young man in the driver's seat reading a computer magazine and a young lady in the back seat knitting. He stopped to investigate. He walked up to the driver's window and knocked. The young man looked up, cranked the window down, and said, "Yes Officer?""What are you doing?" the policeman asked. "What does it look like?" answered the young man. "I'm reading this magazine." Pointing towards the young lady in the back seat, the officer then asked, "And what is she doing?" The young man looked over his shoulder and replied, "What does it look like? She's knitting.""And how old are you?" the officer then asked the young man. "I'm nineteen," he replied. "And how old is she?" asked the officer. The young man looked at his watch and said, "Well, in about twelve minutes she'll be sixteen."
An eight-year-old boy went into a grocery store and picked out a large box of laundry detergent. The grocer walked over and asked the boy if he had a lot of laundry to do. "Oh, no laundry," the boy said, "I'm going to wash my dog." "But you shouldn't use this to wash your dog," said the grocer. "It's very powerful and if you wash your dog in this, he'll get sick. In fact, it might even kill him." But the boy was not to be stopped and carried the detergent to the counter and paid for it. A week later, the boy was back in the store to buy some candy. The grocer asked the boy how his dog was doing. "Oh, he died," the boy said. The grocer said he was sorry, but added, "I tried to tell you not to use that detergent on your dog." "Well, the boy replied, "I don't think it was the detergent that killed him." "Oh? What was it then?" "I think it was the spin cycle!"
A woman was trying hard to get the catsup to come out of the bottle. During her struggle the phone rang so she asked her four-year-old daughter to answer the phone. "It's the minister, Mommy," the child said to her mother. Then she added, "Mommy can't come to the phone right now. She's hitting the bottle."
While proudly showing off his new apartment to friends, a college student led the way into the den. "What is the big brass gong and hammer for?" one of his friends asked. "That is the talking clock," the man replied. "How's it work?"
"Watch," the man said and proceeded to give the gong an ear shattering pound with the hammer. Suddenly, someone screamed from the other side of the wall, "Knock it off, you idiot! It's two o'clock in the morning!"
A man comes home from an exhausting day at work, plops down on the couch in front of the television, and tells his wife, "Get me a beer before it starts." The wife sighs and gets him a beer. Fifteen minutes later, he says, "Get me another beer before it starts." She looks cross, but fetches another beer and slams it down next to him. He finishes that beer and a few minutes later says, "Quick, get me another beer, it's going to start any minute." The wife is furious. She yells at him "Is that all you're going to do tonight? Drink beer and sit in front of that TV? You're nothing but a lazy, drunken, fat slob, and furthermore ..." The man sighs and says, "It's started ..."
How about the two old men, one a retired professor of psychology and the other a retired professor of history. Their wives had talked them into a two week stay at a hotel in the Catskills. They were sitting around on the porch of the hotel watching the sun set. The history professor said to the psychology professor, "Have you read Marx?" To which the professor of psychology said, "Yes, I think it's the wicker chairs."
An artist asked the gallery owner if there had been any interest in his paintings currently on display. "I've got good news and bad news," the owner replied. "The good news is that a gentleman inquired about your work and wondered if it would appreciate in value after your death. When I told him it would, he bought all fifteen of your paintings.""That's wonderful!" the artist exclaimed, "What's the bad news?". With concern, the gallery owner replied, "The guy was your doctor."
A young bride and groom-to-be had just selected their wedding rings. As the young lady admired the plain platinum and diamond band she had chosen for herself, she suddenly looked concerned. "Tell me," she asked the rather elderly salesman, "is there anything special I'll have to do to take care of this ring?" With a fatherly smile, the salesman said, "one of the best ways to protect a wedding ring is to soak it in dishwater."
The young clerk's responsibilities included bringing the judge a hot cup of coffee at the start of every day. Each morning the judge was enraged that the coffee cup arrived two-thirds full. The clerk explained that he had to rush to get the coffee delivered while it was still hot, which caused him to spill much of it along the way.None of the judge's yelling and insults produced a full cup of coffee, until he finally threatened to cut the clerk's pay by one-third if he continued to produce one-third less than the judge wanted. The next morning he was greeted with a cup of coffee that was full to the brim, and the next morning and the morning after that.The judge couldn't resist gloating over his success and smugly complimented the clerk on his new technique. "Oh, there's not much to it," admitted the clerk happily, "I take some coffee in my mouth right outside the coffee room, and spit it back in when I get outside your office."
Two guys rob a store, they burst out the door running as they hear the sirens of cop cars coming closer. The two dive into two separate bushes hoping they won't get caught. Soon the cop cars stop near the bushes and the two robbers hearing foot steps grow more nervous. A cop then grabs one of the guys out the bush laughing "Busted". As he drags the robber off he looks back shaking his head in shame... "Come on John!!!!!!!!" he screams "They got US!"
A man is flying in a hot air balloon and realizes he is lost. He reduces height and spots a man down below. He lowers the balloon further and shouts: "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised my friend I would meet him half an hour ago, but I don't know where I am."The man below says: "Yes. You are in a hot air balloon, hovering approximately 30 feet above this field. You are between 40 and 42 degrees N. latitude, and between 58 and 60 degrees W. longitude.""You must be a Republican" says the balloonist."I am" replies the man. "How did you know.""Well" says the balloonist, "everything you have told me is technically correct, but I have no idea what to make of your information, and the fact is I am still lost."The man below says "You must be a Democrat.""I am" replies the balloonist, "but how did you know?""Well", says the man, "you don't know where you are, or where you are going. You have made a promise which you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem. The fact is you are in the exact same position you were in before we met, but now it is somehow my fault."
A policeman was patrolling a local parking spot overlooking a golf course. He drove by a car and saw a couple inside with the dome light on. There was a young man in the driver's seat reading a computer magazine and a young lady in the back seat knitting. He stopped to investigate. He walked up to the driver's window and knocked. The young man looked up, cranked the window down, and said, "Yes Officer?""What are you doing?" the policeman asked. "What does it look like?" answered the young man. "I'm reading this magazine." Pointing towards the young lady in the back seat, the officer then asked, "And what is she doing?" The young man looked over his shoulder and replied, "What does it look like? She's knitting.""And how old are you?" the officer then asked the young man. "I'm nineteen," he replied. "And how old is she?" asked the officer. The young man looked at his watch and said, "Well, in about twelve minutes she'll be sixteen."
An eight-year-old boy went into a grocery store and picked out a large box of laundry detergent. The grocer walked over and asked the boy if he had a lot of laundry to do. "Oh, no laundry," the boy said, "I'm going to wash my dog." "But you shouldn't use this to wash your dog," said the grocer. "It's very powerful and if you wash your dog in this, he'll get sick. In fact, it might even kill him." But the boy was not to be stopped and carried the detergent to the counter and paid for it. A week later, the boy was back in the store to buy some candy. The grocer asked the boy how his dog was doing. "Oh, he died," the boy said. The grocer said he was sorry, but added, "I tried to tell you not to use that detergent on your dog." "Well, the boy replied, "I don't think it was the detergent that killed him." "Oh? What was it then?" "I think it was the spin cycle!"
A woman was trying hard to get the catsup to come out of the bottle. During her struggle the phone rang so she asked her four-year-old daughter to answer the phone. "It's the minister, Mommy," the child said to her mother. Then she added, "Mommy can't come to the phone right now. She's hitting the bottle."
While proudly showing off his new apartment to friends, a college student led the way into the den. "What is the big brass gong and hammer for?" one of his friends asked. "That is the talking clock," the man replied. "How's it work?"
"Watch," the man said and proceeded to give the gong an ear shattering pound with the hammer. Suddenly, someone screamed from the other side of the wall, "Knock it off, you idiot! It's two o'clock in the morning!"
A man comes home from an exhausting day at work, plops down on the couch in front of the television, and tells his wife, "Get me a beer before it starts." The wife sighs and gets him a beer. Fifteen minutes later, he says, "Get me another beer before it starts." She looks cross, but fetches another beer and slams it down next to him. He finishes that beer and a few minutes later says, "Quick, get me another beer, it's going to start any minute." The wife is furious. She yells at him "Is that all you're going to do tonight? Drink beer and sit in front of that TV? You're nothing but a lazy, drunken, fat slob, and furthermore ..." The man sighs and says, "It's started ..."
How about the two old men, one a retired professor of psychology and the other a retired professor of history. Their wives had talked them into a two week stay at a hotel in the Catskills. They were sitting around on the porch of the hotel watching the sun set. The history professor said to the psychology professor, "Have you read Marx?" To which the professor of psychology said, "Yes, I think it's the wicker chairs."
An artist asked the gallery owner if there had been any interest in his paintings currently on display. "I've got good news and bad news," the owner replied. "The good news is that a gentleman inquired about your work and wondered if it would appreciate in value after your death. When I told him it would, he bought all fifteen of your paintings.""That's wonderful!" the artist exclaimed, "What's the bad news?". With concern, the gallery owner replied, "The guy was your doctor."
A young bride and groom-to-be had just selected their wedding rings. As the young lady admired the plain platinum and diamond band she had chosen for herself, she suddenly looked concerned. "Tell me," she asked the rather elderly salesman, "is there anything special I'll have to do to take care of this ring?" With a fatherly smile, the salesman said, "one of the best ways to protect a wedding ring is to soak it in dishwater."
The young clerk's responsibilities included bringing the judge a hot cup of coffee at the start of every day. Each morning the judge was enraged that the coffee cup arrived two-thirds full. The clerk explained that he had to rush to get the coffee delivered while it was still hot, which caused him to spill much of it along the way.None of the judge's yelling and insults produced a full cup of coffee, until he finally threatened to cut the clerk's pay by one-third if he continued to produce one-third less than the judge wanted. The next morning he was greeted with a cup of coffee that was full to the brim, and the next morning and the morning after that.The judge couldn't resist gloating over his success and smugly complimented the clerk on his new technique. "Oh, there's not much to it," admitted the clerk happily, "I take some coffee in my mouth right outside the coffee room, and spit it back in when I get outside your office."
Two guys rob a store, they burst out the door running as they hear the sirens of cop cars coming closer. The two dive into two separate bushes hoping they won't get caught. Soon the cop cars stop near the bushes and the two robbers hearing foot steps grow more nervous. A cop then grabs one of the guys out the bush laughing "Busted". As he drags the robber off he looks back shaking his head in shame... "Come on John!!!!!!!!" he screams "They got US!"
A man is flying in a hot air balloon and realizes he is lost. He reduces height and spots a man down below. He lowers the balloon further and shouts: "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised my friend I would meet him half an hour ago, but I don't know where I am."The man below says: "Yes. You are in a hot air balloon, hovering approximately 30 feet above this field. You are between 40 and 42 degrees N. latitude, and between 58 and 60 degrees W. longitude.""You must be a Republican" says the balloonist."I am" replies the man. "How did you know.""Well" says the balloonist, "everything you have told me is technically correct, but I have no idea what to make of your information, and the fact is I am still lost."The man below says "You must be a Democrat.""I am" replies the balloonist, "but how did you know?""Well", says the man, "you don't know where you are, or where you are going. You have made a promise which you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem. The fact is you are in the exact same position you were in before we met, but now it is somehow my fault."
Monday, January 05, 2009
MURDER MOST FOUL
He stepped out of the vehicle and walked into the store to make the dailypick-up and just as he was leaving a man stepped in front of him. He saw the gun and the flash but he was dead before he heard the sound. His bullet-resistant vest, his gun, baton, flashlight, radio, his can of mace, or his hours of trainning did nothing to save him. The quick response time of the police department did nothing to prevent this crime. The crime left bits and pieces of flesh and blood spewed over clothes, by-standers, and concerned people trying to help, witnesses and workers in shock and some in need of thearpy, a young woman a widow and a child fatherless, a prep a little richer for awhile, and a whole community in shock.
The city council says it could do nothing to prevent this crime, the police of course will claim it is doing the best it can, and the citizens are feeling outraged and vunerable.
What could the city council and the citizens do yo prevent such crimes?
Early childhood intervention programs that are designed to find and help children who should signs of heading in the wrong direction, city government that recognizes and encourgages recail harmony and cooperation, newspapers that make bigger deals from racial cooperative achievements than incidents that divide people along racial lines, a properly managed and staffed police department, and a city council that cares more about people than remaining popular with them are a few of the things that could have changed what happened.
There are things we as citizens can do as well. Report crime, cooperate with the police in helping them solve crimes, and stop believing that using drugs is an individual choice that hurts no one.
There are many more things that can be done to reduce crime and improve the quality of life in Greensboro but pursuing individual agenda's and adopting "I believe this is the best way and if you don't agree with me you are an idiot" mentailty that I see prevails among the city leaders is not among them.
He stepped out of the vehicle and walked into the store to make the dailypick-up and just as he was leaving a man stepped in front of him. He saw the gun and the flash but he was dead before he heard the sound. His bullet-resistant vest, his gun, baton, flashlight, radio, his can of mace, or his hours of trainning did nothing to save him. The quick response time of the police department did nothing to prevent this crime. The crime left bits and pieces of flesh and blood spewed over clothes, by-standers, and concerned people trying to help, witnesses and workers in shock and some in need of thearpy, a young woman a widow and a child fatherless, a prep a little richer for awhile, and a whole community in shock.
The city council says it could do nothing to prevent this crime, the police of course will claim it is doing the best it can, and the citizens are feeling outraged and vunerable.
What could the city council and the citizens do yo prevent such crimes?
Early childhood intervention programs that are designed to find and help children who should signs of heading in the wrong direction, city government that recognizes and encourgages recail harmony and cooperation, newspapers that make bigger deals from racial cooperative achievements than incidents that divide people along racial lines, a properly managed and staffed police department, and a city council that cares more about people than remaining popular with them are a few of the things that could have changed what happened.
There are things we as citizens can do as well. Report crime, cooperate with the police in helping them solve crimes, and stop believing that using drugs is an individual choice that hurts no one.
There are many more things that can be done to reduce crime and improve the quality of life in Greensboro but pursuing individual agenda's and adopting "I believe this is the best way and if you don't agree with me you are an idiot" mentailty that I see prevails among the city leaders is not among them.
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