tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102930452024-03-23T11:26:18.233-07:00It Occurred To Me<u><i>My feelings, beliefs, and/or ideas about just about anything. These may not agree with you, and that is okay.
Nothing I say or imply is meant to offend. Allow me to hammer home my points.
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cause and humor is my sword and pen.</i></u>Hale McKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02548008024457474809noreply@blogger.comBlogger2092125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10293045.post-46355569362984248192015-09-09T20:49:00.003-07:002015-09-09T20:51:38.519-07:00GO PATS !<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIZRc_zGX6NoHpJsdwdv1hT5u4wGQAIF4QH_OyRTq79objwKC7nvhdhD36ZgVc2CP0WzcVPXWWMHxvMHC_KBn6yTUredpwyYPvNaa-3ROuE7arOTMkJ0IvnqOJPayNf6w7gA2lMg/s1600/pucker+up-Pat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIZRc_zGX6NoHpJsdwdv1hT5u4wGQAIF4QH_OyRTq79objwKC7nvhdhD36ZgVc2CP0WzcVPXWWMHxvMHC_KBn6yTUredpwyYPvNaa-3ROuE7arOTMkJ0IvnqOJPayNf6w7gA2lMg/s640/pucker+up-Pat.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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<br />Hale McKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02548008024457474809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10293045.post-39913221136847709972015-09-09T20:27:00.003-07:002015-09-09T20:31:25.648-07:00Even Bikers Age<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: red;">No. 2155</span>Hale McKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02548008024457474809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10293045.post-70832122754662552082014-12-23T21:19:00.001-08:002015-09-09T20:30:44.989-07:00Harley Claus<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280053965_2429" style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280053965_2428" style="background-color: transparent;"><b id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280053965_2436"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280053965_2435" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana;">The Rebirth Of Cool,
Sold Out, Hard To Find...</span></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><b id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280053965_2427"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280053965_2426" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280053965_2425"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280053965_2424">20" Schwinn Orange County
Choppers</span></span></span></b>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280053965_2429" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280053965_2428" style="background-color: transparent;"><b id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280053965_2434"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280053965_2433" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280053965_2432">Orange County Choppers
and Schwinn have combined to produce one of the coolest bicycles ever brought to
market. It has a wide, motorcycle-size rear tire and a riveted saddle seat. The
custom-stretched chopper frame includes a wedge-shaped piece of metal where a
motorcycle's gas tank would be. The bike even parks like a real motorcycle,
thanks to a double-leg kickstand that raises the front wheel when locked down. </span></span></b></span></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280053965_2429" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280053965_2428" style="background-color: transparent;"><b id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280053965_2434"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280053965_2433" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280053965_2432"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_1881" style="font-family: arial;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_1880" style="background-color: transparent;"><b id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_2309"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_2308" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_2307">A
closer look reveals amazing detail. The word "Sting-Ray" in white lettering on
the tires. Black dice inner-tube caps. Clear-coated flame decals. The Sting-Ray
weighs a healthy 45 pounds and feels like it would last forever. This chopper is
a great cruiser. Schwinn is producing just 3,500 of these first-edition
Sting-Rays. These are destined to be sought-after collectables like the old
Schwinn Sting-Rays of the 1960s and '70s. Here's a chance to buy one for
yourself as an investment while the price is still affordable. Or get one for
your kid so he or she can have the coolest ride in the neighborhood.</span></span></b></span></span></span></span></b></span></span><br />
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280053965_2429" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280053965_2428" style="background-color: transparent;"><b id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280053965_2434"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280053965_2433" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280053965_2432"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_1881" style="font-family: arial;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_1880" style="background-color: transparent;"><b id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_2309"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_2308" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_2307"> </span></span></b></span></span></span></span></b></span></span><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_2845" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_2855" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_2854" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_2853"><b id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_2852"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_2851" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_2850"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_2849">Part chopper. Part
cruiser. 100% muscle bike -- The new Schwinn Sting-Ray is an exciting,
chopper-style ride. Built with customized parts -- like the Big Boa Rear Tire
and signature V-back Handlebars -- it's no wonder Schwinn Sting-Rays are
endorsed by Orange County Choppers. Straddle the saddle and hit the pavement...
the rebirth of cool has arrived.</span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3272" style="font-family: arial;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3271" style="background-color: transparent;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3390" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3389"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3388">*Custom stretched
chopper frame with gas tank and gusset.</span></span></span> <br />
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3386" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3385"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3384">* 20" x4" super wide V line rear
slick tire.</span></span></span> <br />
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3268" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3267"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3266">* 24" x 2" narrow front tire mounted on extruded
alloy rims.</span></span></span> <br />
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3275" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3274"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3273">* Adjustable cruising saddle with built in sissy
bar, riveted upholstery and Schwinn embossed logo.</span></span></span>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3279" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3278"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3277">* Dual crown
Sting-Ray twin barrel chrome forks with color matching
paint.</span></span></span> <br />
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3382" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3381"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3380">* Chrome steel chain guard and heavy duty double leg
kickstand.</span></span></span> <br />
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3283" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3282"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3281">* Clear coated Schwinn flame decals with machined
aluminum head badge.</span></span></span> <br />
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3378" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3377"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3376">* Alloy linear pull brake with alloy
lever.</span></span></span> <br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">* 3 piece custom Sting-Ray cranks with iron cross
pedals.</span> <br />
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3361" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3360"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3359">* </span><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3363">Sporty and stylish front
fender.</span></span></span> <br />
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3374" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3373">* <span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3372">Highway front foot
pegs.</span></span></span></span></span></b></span><br />
<b><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3272" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3271" style="background-color: transparent;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3374" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3373"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3372"> </span></span></span> <br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3364" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: medium;">History of the
Bike:</span></span></span></span></b><br />
<b><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3272" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3271" style="background-color: transparent;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3364" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: medium;"> </span> </span></span></b><b><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3272" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3271" style="background-color: transparent;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3367" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3366"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3365">It all started in a little chop shop near Madison, WI. A couple of
Schwinn engineers had a vision for a revolutionary bike. One that would take its
cues from the great American chopper. With a raked-out fork, knees-to-the-breeze
seat position and enough bad-boy character to raise eyebrows, their creation was
no ordinary bike. Like its namesake, Schwinn's newest creation was born from one
desire: to create something totally different, something that only the newest
generation would appreciate. And so, a new breed of Sting-Ray was built for a
new breed of rider.</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></b></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3272" style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3271" style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3272" style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3271" style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>
<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3370" style="font-family: Verdana;">Discover the bike
everyone is talking about. It's the Rebirth of Cool. Born from the classic
Schwinn Sting-Ray of the 1960s and '70s, the new Schwinn Sting-Ray is an
exciting, chopper-style ride. It features V-Back Drag Bars, a
knees-to-the-breeze low-ride saddle, a unique wishbone kickstand and the
signature Big Boa Tire -- just like a motorcycle!</span></b></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3425" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3424" style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3428"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3427" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3426">SCHWINN AND ORANGE COUNTY CHOPPERS
TEAM</span></span></b> <br />
<b id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3423"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3422" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3421">TO BRING BACK THE
STING-RAY</span></span></b></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3418" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3417" style="background-color: transparent;"><b id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3416"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3415" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3414"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3413">January 23, 2004 -- MADISON, WI - Schwinn bicycles,
one of America's favorite and most recognized brands, has joined forces with
Orange County Choppers, the company that has garnered worldwide recognition for
building custom motorcycles and is featured on the popular Discovery Channel
show "American Chopper," to create customized Schwinn Sting-Ray
bicycles.</span></span></span></b></span></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3436" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3435" style="background-color: transparent;"><b id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3434"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3433" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3432"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3431">The Schwinn
Sting-Ray, widely regarded as the most popular bicycle ever created, is
returning to stores for the first time in more than 30 years. The new Sting-Ray
sports a contemporary design that takes its cues from great American
motorcycles. To commemorate the redesign of this classic, Schwinn has partnered
with Orange County Choppers (OCC) to use the OCC logo on all editions of the new
Sting-Ray for mass retail sales, as well as use of the OCC name for Sting-Ray
parts and accessories.</span></span></span></b></span></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3443" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3442" style="background-color: transparent;"><b id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3441"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3440" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3439"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3438">"The original
Sting-Rays of the 1960s and '70s were very cutting-edge and took their design
cues from muscle cars," explained Byron Smith, Schwinn's Chief Operating Officer
& President. "The new Sting-Ray takes its cues from customized motorcycles,
and who knows custom motorcycles better than Orange County
Choppers?”</span></span></span></b></span></span></div>
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<b id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3448"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3447" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3446"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1405280778341_3445">The classic Schwinn
Sting-Ray was introduced in 1963 and remained on the market until 1979. There
were essentially four models: The basic Sting-Ray; the Sting-Ray Deluxe (that
added chrome fenders and white wall tires); the Sting-Ray Super-Deluxe (that
added a springer fork); and the Krate series (that added a five-speed "Stik
Shift," shock struts on the rear seat and had a 16" front tire and a 20" rear
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: blue;">How To Date Schwinn Bicycles</span></b></span><br />
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(You will need a magnifying glass, pen and paper, or a digital camera.)</div>
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(1) ~ Face front of the Schwinn Stingray you are trying to date. Look at the front tube of the </div>
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bicycle and locate the Schwinn name plate.</div>
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(2) ~ Look to the left-hand side of the Schwinn nameplate to find a 4-digit number. Write</div>
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this number down of photograph it with a digital camera.</div>
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(3) ~ Use this number to date the bicycle. Schwinn made the bicycles at their Chicago plant </div>
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in the 1970's and used a 4-digit code to give the date and the year of production.</div>
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(Example: 2453)</div>
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The first three numbers represent the day of the year the bicycle was made, so in the</div>
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example, it would have come off the production line on the 245th day (Sept. 2) of the</div>
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The last number is the year of production. Knowing that the original Stingrays were </div>
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from the 1970's, you know to add 1970 to the number. In the example, the year would </div>
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be 1973.</div>
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<b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Electric Version</span></span></b></div>
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24-volt, 250 watt motor powered by 2 sealed lead batteries in a case designed to resemble a V-twin engine and controlled by a motorcycle-style twist grip</div>
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Face the front of the Schwinn Stingray you are trying to date. Look
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Go to the left hand side of the Schwinn name plate and look for a
four-digit number. Write this number down or photograph it with the
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Use this number to date the bicycle. Schwinn made the bicycles at
their Chicago plant in the 1970s and used the four-digit code to give
date and year of production. Examples are 2453. The first three numbers
represent the day of the year the bicycle was made, so in this example
it would have come off the production line on the 245th day of the year.
The last number is the year of production, and knowing the Stingrays
were from the 1970s, you know to add 1970 to the number. This would be
1973.</div>
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Face the front of the Schwinn Stingray you are trying to date. Look
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Go to the left hand side of the Schwinn name plate and look for a
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Use this number to date the bicycle. Schwinn made the bicycles at
their Chicago plant in the 1970s and used the four-digit code to give
date and year of production. Examples are 2453. The first three numbers
represent the day of the year the bicycle was made, so in this example
it would have come off the production line on the 245th day of the year.
The last number is the year of production, and knowing the Stingrays
were from the 1970s, you know to add 1970 to the number. This would be
1973.</div>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Why Did the Chicken</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Cross the Road? </b></span></span></span></div>
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<b><i>Why Did The Chicken Cross The Road? Why don't we confer with some famous people? Maybe, just maybe, they will be able to enlighten us on this enigmatic, if not controversial, issue.</i></b><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">SARAH PALIN: </span>The chicken crossed the road because, gosh-darn it, he's a maverick!<br />
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<span style="color: blue;">BARACK OBAMA:</span> Let me be perfectly clear, if the chickens like their
eggs they can keep their eggs. No chicken will be required to cross the
road to surrender her eggs. Period.<br />
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<span style="color: blue;">ELIZABETH WARREN: </span>The chicken had learned from her mother that an Indian tribe was located on the other side of the road, and by crossing the road she would become a member of the tribe.<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> <br />
<span style="color: blue;">JOHN McCAIN:</span> My friends, the chicken crossed the road because he
recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the
chickens on the other side of the road.<br /> <br /> <span style="color: blue;">HILLARY CLINTON: </span> What difference at this point does it make why the chicken crossed the road.<br /> <br />
<span style="color: blue;">GEORGE W. BUSH: </span> We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road.
We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road or not.
The chicken is either with us or against us. There is no middle
ground here.<br /> <br /> <span style="color: blue;">DICK CHENEY:</span> Where's my gun?<br /> <br /> <span style="color: blue;">BILL CLINTON:</span> I did not cross the road with that chicken.<br /> <br /> <span style="color: blue;">AL GORE:</span> I invented the chicken.<br /> <br />
<span style="color: blue;">JOHN KERRY:</span> Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am
now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about
the chicken's intentions. I am not for it now, and will remain against
it.<br /> <br /> <span style="color: blue;">AL SHARPTON: </span>Why are all the chickens white?<br /> <br />
<span style="color: blue;">DR. PHIL: </span>The problem we have here is that this chicken won't realize
that he must first deal with the problem on this side of the road before
it goes after the problem on the other side of the road. What we need
to do is help him realize how stupid he is acting by not taking on his
current problems before adding any new problems.<br /> <br /> <span style="color: blue;">OPRAH:</span> Well,
I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants
to cross the road so badly. So instead of having the chicken learn
from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I'm going to
give this chicken a NEW CAR so that he can just drive across the road
and not live his life like the rest of the chickens.<br /> <br /> <span style="color: blue;">ANDERSON
COOPER: </span> We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not
yet been allowed to have access to the other side of the road.<br /> <br /> <span style="color: blue;">NANCY GRACE:</span> That chicken crossed the road because he's guilty! You can see it in his eyes and the way he walks.<br /> <br /> <span style="color: blue;">PAT BUCHANAN: </span>To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.<br /> <br />
<span style="color: blue;">MARTHA STEWART:</span> No one called me to warn me which way the chicken was
going. I had a standing order at the Farmer's Market to sell my eggs
when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any
insider information.<br /> <br /> <span style="color: blue;">DR SEUSS: </span>Did the chicken cross the
road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road,
but why it crossed I've not been told.<br /> <br /> <span style="color: blue;">ERNEST HEMINGWAY:</span> To die in the rain, alone.<br /> <br />
<span style="color: blue;">GRANDPA: </span>In my day we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road.
Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough
for us.<br /> <br /> <span style="color: blue;">BARBARA WALTERS:</span> Isn't that interesting? In a few
moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time,
the heart warming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting,
and went on to accomplish it's lifelong dream of crossing the road.<br /> <br /> <span style="color: blue;">ARISTOTLE: </span>It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.<br /> <br />
<span style="color: blue;">BILL GATES:</span> I have just released eChicken2014, which will not only
cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents and
balance your checkbook. Internet Explorer is an integral part of
eChicken2014. This new platform is much more stable and will never
reboot.<br /> <br /> <span style="color: blue;">ALBERT EINSTEIN: </span> Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?<br /> <br /> <span style="color: blue;">COLONEL SANDERS: </span>Did I miss one?</span><br />
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<i><b><span class="text_exposed_show">Well, so much for the experts! I guess, we'll have to continue to draw our own conclusions. Remember, as long as there are roads and chickens, this perplexing question will continue to plague mankind. </span></b></i></div>
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<i><b><span class="text_exposed_show">Alas, we still cannot come to an agreement regarding creationism and evolution: Which came first? The chicken? Or the egg?</span></b></i></div>
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<i><b><span class="text_exposed_show">Rather than tax our brains with such profound problems, why not lighten the mood with some good old fashioned humor?</span></b></i></div>
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<br />Hale McKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02548008024457474809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10293045.post-12828848329464799572013-06-28T11:13:00.005-07:002013-06-28T11:13:57.835-07:00Is It Coming To This?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue;"><i><b>No. 2151 </b></i></span></div>
Hale McKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02548008024457474809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10293045.post-2055442333828098462013-06-24T10:57:00.003-07:002013-06-24T10:57:48.231-07:00Run By Idiots<b><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1372096075861_2358" style="color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 15.555556297302246px;">A Country Founded by Geniuses but Run by Idiots</span></b><br />
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you have to get your parents’ permission to go on a field trip or to
take an aspirin in school, but not to get an abortion — you might live
in a nation that was founded by
geniuses but is run by idiots.<br /><br />If you MUST show your
identification to board an airplane, cash a check, buy liquor, or check
out a library book and rent a video, but not to vote for who runs the
government — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but
is run by idiots.<br /><br />If the government wants to prevent stable,
law-abiding citizens from owning gun magazines that hold more than ten
rounds, but gives twenty F-16 fighter jets to the crazy new leaders in
Egypt — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is
run by idiots.<br /><br />If, in the nation’s largest city, you can buy two
16-ounce sodas, but not one 24-ounce soda, because 24-ounces of a sugary
drink might make you fat — you might live in a nation that was founded
by geniuses but is run by idiots.<br /><br />If an 80-year-old woman or a
three-year-old girl who is confined to a wheelchair can be
strip-searched by the TSA at the airport, but a woman in a
burka or a hijab is only subject to having her neck and head searched —
you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by
idiots.<br /><br />If your government believes that the best way to
eradicate trillions of dollars of debt is to spend trillions more — you
might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by
idiots.<br /><br />If a seven-year-old boy can be thrown out of school for
saying his teacher is “cute,” but hosting a sexual exploration or
diversity class in grade school is perfectly acceptable — you might live
in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.<br /><br />If
hard work and success are met with higher taxes and more government
regulation and intrusion, while not working is rewarded with Food
Stamps, WIC checks, Medicaid benefits, subsidized housing, and free cell
phones — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is
run by idiots.<br /><br />If the government’s plan
for getting people back to work is to provide incentives for not
working, by granting 99 weeks of unemployment checks, without any
requirement to prove that gainful employment was diligently sought, but
couldn’t be found — you might live in a nation that was founded by
geniuses but is run by idiots.<br /><br />If you pay your mortgage
faithfully, denying yourself the newest big-screen TV, while your
neighbor buys iPhones, time shares, a wall-sized do-it-all plasma screen
TV and new cars, and the government forgives his debt when he defaults
on his mortgage — you might live in a nation that was founded by
geniuses but is run by idiots.<br /><br />If being stripped of your
Constitutional right to defend yourself makes you more “safe” according
to the government — you might live in a nation that was founded by
geniuses but is run by idiots.<br /></span><span class="yiv1452241894text_exposed_show" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1372096075861_3021" style="color: grey; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 15.555556297302246px;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>What a country!</b></span></span></span><br /><span class="yiv1452241894text_exposed_show" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1372096075861_3021" style="color: grey; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 15.555556297302246px;"></span><span class="yiv1452241894text_exposed_show" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1372096075861_3021" style="color: grey; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; line-height: 15.555556297302246px;"><br />How about we give God a reason to continue blessing America!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="background-color: white; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11.1111px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15.5556px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">BUT UNFORTUNATELY IT'S TRUE!</span></span></div>
<br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15.555556297302246px; orphans: auto; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="color: red;"><span style="background-color: white; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11.1111px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15.5556px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">(THE MAN'S A GENIUS!!!)</span></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15.555556297302246px; orphans: auto; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15.555556297302246px; orphans: auto; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: grey; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15.555556297302246px; orphans: auto; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;">Everyone concentrates on the problems we're having in Our Country latel</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: grey; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15.555556297302246px; orphans: auto; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;">y: Illegal immigration, hurricane recovery, alligators attacking people in Florida ... Not me -- I concentrate on solutions for the problems -- it's a win-win situation. Dig a moat the length of the Mexican border. Send the dirt to New Orleans to raise the level of the levees. Put the Florida alligators in the moat along the Mexican border.</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: grey; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15.555556297302246px; orphans: auto; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;"><br />Any other problems you would like for me to solve today?</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: grey; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15.555556297302246px; orphans: auto; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;"><br /><b>Think about these:</b></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: grey; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15.555556297302246px; orphans: auto; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;"><b></b><br /></span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: grey; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15.555556297302246px; orphans: auto; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;">1. Cows</span><br /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: grey; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15.555556297302246px; orphans: auto; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;">2. The Constitution</span><br /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: grey; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15.555556297302246px; orphans: auto; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;">3. The Ten Commandments</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: grey; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15.555556297302246px; orphans: auto; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;"><br /><b>COWS:</b></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: grey; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15.555556297302246px; orphans: auto; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;"><b> </b><br />Is it just me, or does anyone else find it amazing that during the mad cow epidemic our government could track a single cow, born in Canada almost three years ago, right to the stall where she slept in the state of Washington? And, they tracked her calves to their stalls. But they are unable to locate 11 million illegal aliens wandering around our country. Maybe we should give each of them a cow.</span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: grey; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15.555556297302246px; orphans: auto; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;"><br /><b>THE 10 COMMANDMENTS:</b></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: grey; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.111111640930176px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15.555556297302246px; orphans: auto; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;"><b> </b><br />The real reason that we can't have the Ten Commandments posted in a courthouse is this: you cannot post 'Thou Shalt Not Steal' 'Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery' and 'Thou Shall Not Lie' in a building full of lawyers, judges and politicians, it creates a hostile work environment.</span><br />
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<b> <span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Howdy, folks!</span></span></b><span style="color: blue;"> </span><b>Cletis Clyde here.</b><i><b> </b></i> <b>How y'all doin'?</b><br />
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Sure has been quite a spell since I last talked to y'all on this here blog. I can't rightly recall when that might a been neither. But anyhow, I thought I'd stop by and remedy that situation.<br />
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Y'all probably been a wonderin' where I been and what I been doin', right? Well, I been purty busy a doin' what I like to do most of the time. And jest what is that you might be askin'? Tarnation! Y'all should know me by now. I reckon they's nothing that I like to do more than mostly nothing. And I'm proud to say that I'm danged good at it too!<br />
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Well, anyways ... you might be wonderin' what's with the pitcher of the eagle up yonder next to my handsome face? Well, they's a reason fer that and a reason fer the reference to birds up there in the title of this here posting.<br />
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It is wiffin a heavy heart that I'm a fixin' to tell y'all about the recent loss of three of my kinfolk and it has everything to do with birds. To be fair to our national symbol, 'tain't got nothing to with eagles neither. I was just too lazy to look fer some udder bird pitchers.<br />
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Yeah, it was a real family tragedy. We had closed casket funerals fer my three cuzzins. Then we watched in silence as they put Elmer, Billy Jim and Abner in the ground. We decided we wuz a gonna wait until the next day before we started fightin' over the stuff they had.<br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Fer The Birds </b></span></span></div>
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I reckon I should tell y'all what happened and why it wuz we's had to bury them good old boys. I figger I'm the best one to tell the story anyhow. You see, I wuz up there on Table Rock when all three of them fell off that 1000 foot cliff to the rocks way down at the bottom. <br />
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It all started in town over at Clem's pet Shop. I was with Elmer when he asked me to go with him to buy some birds. I didn't ask him what fer he wanted the birds, besides 'tweren't none of my bizness.<br />
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When we wuz inside, Clem came over and asked, "Howdy, fellas. How can I help y'all?" <br />
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Elmer pointed to a cage and said, "Them's the ones. Clem, we'll take four of them little budgies in that there cage. Two fer me and two fer cuzzin Cletis here."<br />
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Clem put four the birds into a box and said they wuz a dollar each. When Elmer said he wuz broke until his welfare check came in, Clem said it wuz okay to cuff the sale until then. <br />
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Well, from the pet shop we walked up the mountain until we got to Table Rock. It wuz a poplar place to go coz it was high up and they wuz a good view of the udder hills and hollers. They wuz also some stories of people a jumpin' off there when they's had problems they cudn't figger out.<br />
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Elmer went to the edge and looked down at the rocks way down below. Me? I stood back as far from the edge as I cud. I don't never want nothin' to do with high places, iffin you knows what I mean.<br />
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Elmer called out, "This looks like a good place fer sure!"<br />
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He then took two of the four birds outa the box and puts them on his shoulders. He winked at me and all of a sudden he up and jumps over the edge! I crawled to the edge and saw the two birds fly away. But ol' Elmer he kept on a fallin' until he landed on the rocks below and it surely killed him.<br />
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I wuz jest gettin' back on my feet when a nudder cuzzin showed up. It wuz Billy Jim, Elmer's little brother. It turns out he jest came from Clem's pet shop too! Seein' that he wuz a carryin' in one hand a cardboard box, and a shotgun in the udder hand. I figgered he musta bot some birds of his own, but I had nary a clue what the shotgun might be fer.<br />
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"Hello, cuzzin Cletis," he said a grinnin' big-like. "Watch this!"<br />
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Well folks, I guess it's no secret that when a hillbilly or a redneck says 'Watch this,' somethin' bad is gonna be happenin'. Sure enuff ...!<br />
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Without waitin' fer me to say anything, he opened up the box and pulled out a large parrot! He then throws the parrot into the air over the edge of the cliff. Lawd a mighty iffin he didn't jump off the edge backwards! While he wuz a fallin' he took aim with the gun and shot the parrot in midair. I had to turn my head before he hit the rocks down there.<br />
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Bye and bye I wuz a still standin' there grievin' fer two cuzzins who jest jumped off Table Rock when their older brother Abner came walkin' up to where I wuz.<br />
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"Howdy there, Cletis," he said with his toothless grin. "You seen my two brothers? They wuz sposed to me meet me up here."<br />
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Before I could answer he opened up a box he brung along. It seemed that<b> he </b>done bot somethin' from Clem's Pet Shop like his two brothers had before.<br />
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There wuz a chicken in Abner's box. He grabbed the chicken by its legs and said, "Too bad you ain't got no video camera, cuz. This is gonna be a good one."<br />
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Before I could open my mouth to tell him about his brothers' fates, danged if he wuzn't airborne. He was a plummetin' down feet first with his arms stretched over his head and his hands a holdin' onto that chicken's legs. Don't guess I need to tell you that at least the chicken wuz spared!<br />
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Yup, I'm sure you would agree that it wuz a sad day fer me and the rest of my kin. <br />
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I learned a valuable lesson that day. Make that three valuable lessons.<br />
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<b>Some sports are fer the birds!</b></div>
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<i><b>Budgie Jumpin'</b></i></div>
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Well folks, I guess I'll close fer now. I still got a lot of grievin' to do.<br />
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Oh, by the way, I got three widows who might need some comfortin', iffin y'all knows what I mean.<br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>(</b><span style="color: black;">Thanks to a </span></i></span></span> <i>friend, Karen Gillanders, who posted this joke</i><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b> </b><span style="color: black;">on Facebook</span></i></span></span>. <i>Of course I took some liberty on this post to adapt it for Cletis.)</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><i><b>No. 2148</b></i></span></span><br />
<br />Hale McKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02548008024457474809noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10293045.post-85787182923120017242012-12-18T17:32:00.005-08:002012-12-18T17:40:29.199-08:00Author-ized At LastWhen I was posting on a regular basis to my blog, one of the staples offered here was original fiction. A few of my regular readers were followers of my stories. These stories included short stories as well as some novel-length features.<br />
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Almost all of my stories were posted on this blog in a serialized format. Some of the tales took as many 50 or more postings before they were completed. Many of the readers' comments on those posts had the same theme: <u><i>You should publish your stories!</i></u><br />
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Well, readers, I have done just that! Unlike those who read the story in serial entries, you can now read it one complete book.<br />
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My first published novel is under the title <b>The Quill and the Quire.</b> The book is for sale for the low price of $6.00 and can be purchased from the publisher via the following link:<br />
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It is also available at <span style="color: red;"><b>Amazon.com</b></span>. Just type in the name of the title in the search box.<br />
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<i><b>No.</b> <b><span style="color: purple;">2147</span></b></i><span style="color: purple;"> </span></div>
<br />Hale McKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02548008024457474809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10293045.post-3660986338984374572012-08-18T17:14:00.000-07:002012-08-18T17:14:02.552-07:00Flower Power<div style="color: red; text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Flower Power!!! </span></b></div>
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Remember the words from the song... </div>
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For all of you who remember being there... </div>
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<b style="color: blue;"><i>"Where have all the flowers gone?
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Hale McKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02548008024457474809noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10293045.post-86182611252721779432012-06-02T12:41:00.001-07:002012-06-02T12:41:27.145-07:00Keyboard Kraziness<div style="color: blue; text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">For all of you who keep thinking</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <b style="color: blue;">you are</b> <b style="color: red;">computer experts</b>... </span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">So, you think you're so smart?</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Let's see how computer literate you are ...</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: red;">*WHAT*</span></b> WOULD CAUSE THIS </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>TO APPEAR ON YOUR COMPUTER SCREEN?</b></span></div>
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<b>No. 2145 </b>Hale McKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02548008024457474809noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10293045.post-2837349748011209442012-04-30T08:42:00.000-07:002012-05-01T09:22:32.544-07:00Fowl Play and Egg Rolls<div style="text-align: center;">
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A couple went for a meal at a Chinese restaurant and ordered the <i>Chicken Surprise</i>, for two.<br />
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"Prease sir," said the waitress, "what you order?"<br />
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The husband replied, "<i>Chicken Surprise</i>."<br />
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"Ah! So solley," said the waitress , "I bring you <b>Peeking Duck</b>."<br />
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There's a Jewish man and a Chinese man both sitting in a restaurant.
Out of nowhere, the Jewish man knocks the Chinese man off his seat.<br />
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The Chinese man shouts, "What that for?"<br />
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The Jewish man replies, "Pearl Harbor."<br />
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The Chinese man looks confused and says, "I'm Chinese NOT Japanese!"<br />
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The Jewish man replies, "Chinese, Japanese, all the same to me."<br />
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About an hour passes when the Chinese man leaves his seat and knocks the Jewish man off his chair.<br />
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The Jewish man asks, "Was that for hitting you?"<br />
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"No," he says, "It's for the Titanic disaster."<br />
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The Jewish man says "Titanic??"<br />
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A Jewish man and a Chinese man were conversing. The Jewish man commented upon what a wise people the Chinese were.<br />
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"Yes," replied the Chinese man, "Our culture is over 4,000 years old. But, you Jews are a very wise people, too."<br />
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The Jewish man replied, "Yes, our culture is over 5,000 years old."<br />
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The Chinese man was incredulous, "That's impossible," he replied. "Where did your people eat for a thousand years?"<br />
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<b> № <i>2144</i></b></div>Hale McKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02548008024457474809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10293045.post-12591277628363911172012-03-30T00:23:00.000-07:002012-03-30T19:28:51.060-07:00Fresh Air<div style="text-align: center;">
Back on<span style="background-color: yellow;"> 6/5/11</span>, I made a conscious decision, </div>
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a decision I have not regretted. </div>
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That was <span style="color: red;">300 days ago</span>!</div>
№ 2143Hale McKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02548008024457474809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10293045.post-53101380736174448982012-02-17T13:03:00.000-08:002012-02-17T20:26:43.381-08:00Testy Test Results<div style="text-align: center;">ANSWERS OF A BRILLIANT STUDENT WHO OBTAINED 0%</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">( I would have given him 100%)</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeETjp9hiTBPKdnnn-1IHnG21QnMHlb3GNvoFb-Z88QKXmrkSbADS_JpwG2xIkRFWGiI3Dk2g-8mkQBCEyElMdCCfzotF1vvqHIPYo0Ocjh38EHY3tJ3An26Jz4TIJnLSD-DoB6A/s1600/Tired-College-Student-1116239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeETjp9hiTBPKdnnn-1IHnG21QnMHlb3GNvoFb-Z88QKXmrkSbADS_JpwG2xIkRFWGiI3Dk2g-8mkQBCEyElMdCCfzotF1vvqHIPYo0Ocjh38EHY3tJ3An26Jz4TIJnLSD-DoB6A/s400/Tired-College-Student-1116239.jpg" width="269" /></a>Q1. In which battle did Napoleon die?<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq"><div style="text-align: left;">*** his last battle</div></blockquote><br />
Q2. Where was the Declaration of Independence signed?<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">*** at the bottom of the page</blockquote><br />
Q3. River Ravi flows in which state?<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">*** liquid</blockquote><br />
Q4. What is the main reason for divorce?<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">*** marriage</blockquote><br />
Q5. What is the main reason for failure?<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">*** exams</blockquote><br />
Q6. What can you never eat for breakfast?<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">*** Lunch & dinner</blockquote><br />
Q7. What looks like half an apple?<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">*** The other half</blockquote><br />
Q8. If you throw a red stone into the blue sea what it will become?<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">*** it will simply become wet</blockquote><br />
Q9. How can a man go eight days without sleeping ??<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">*** No problem, he sleeps at night.</blockquote><br />
Q10. How can you lift an elephant with one hand?<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">*** You will never find an elephant that has only one hand..</blockquote><br />
Q11. If you had three apples and four oranges in one hand and four apples and three oranges in other hand, what would you have ?<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">*** Very large hands</blockquote><br />
Q12. If it took eight men ten hours to build a wall, how long would it take four men to build it?<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">*** No time at all, the wall is already built.</blockquote><br />
Q13. How can u drop a raw egg onto a concrete floor without cracking it?<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">*** Concrete floors are very hard to crack.</blockquote><br />
<div style="color: blue;"><i><b>№ 2142</b></i></div>Hale McKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02548008024457474809noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10293045.post-68375630636287940502012-02-15T12:49:00.000-08:002012-02-14T22:04:47.672-08:00Would You?<div style="background-color: orange; color: blue; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Today is my birthday!!</b></span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: red;">Well?</span> <span style="color: blue;"> </span></b></span></i></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: blue;">Would you?</span></b></span></i></div><br />
<div style="color: #38761d;"><i><b>№</b><b> 2141</b></i></div>Hale McKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02548008024457474809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10293045.post-17496866228293533002012-01-20T12:23:00.000-08:002012-02-03T12:36:40.535-08:00Scratched: Seven Year Itch<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKBRC32Rnq4Yrn57_qBI5ld2u6M1NwF9g0hKaBbG4sn4vRH-F-E0s6egljelM1vyzMao_6I6oMKUUHPFvkpsNMFxAcx25Wr_aKXthbS6uHIcoTTqoIfroW-BU6E3vrnDGHCUrEtw/s1600/Easter-Isle-Pez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKBRC32Rnq4Yrn57_qBI5ld2u6M1NwF9g0hKaBbG4sn4vRH-F-E0s6egljelM1vyzMao_6I6oMKUUHPFvkpsNMFxAcx25Wr_aKXthbS6uHIcoTTqoIfroW-BU6E3vrnDGHCUrEtw/s400/Easter-Isle-Pez.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
This posting is for sake of posting in honor of a "blog-iversary." This date 1/20, marks the seventh (7th) anniversary of this blog. In that time I've published, including this entry, 2140 posts. During the same period there have been over 610,000 hits on visitor meter. <br />
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My decision to quit smoking back on June 5, 2011 led to my initial neglect here. Then there were a few medical issues which were more distractions than threats to my over all health. (By the way, as of this date, Jan 20, 2012, I have successfully managed to go 238 days without having a cigarette!)<br />
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Currently there are a few more challenges/obstacles facing me and my family, but the end is in sight. I will not offer any details until after the fact and things become relatively normal for us. I cannot promise that my posting will ever be as prolific as it used to be, but it will become more often within the next month to two months.<br />
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I decided to spice up this brief post with a few interesting images. I hope you readers at least get a chuckle from them.<br />
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<div style="color: blue;"><i><b>№ 2140</b></i></div>Hale McKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02548008024457474809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10293045.post-24960059762970999152011-12-28T10:37:00.000-08:002011-12-28T12:51:22.381-08:00Burma Lake Scene<div style="color: red; text-align: center;"><b>AWESOME........... </b></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">A unique photograph.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>What's so special about this?</b></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">This is a picture of a rock formation near a lake in Burma . The photo can only be</div><div style="text-align: center;">taken on a specific day once a year when the sun rays touch the rocks at a certain angle.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Tilt your head to the left and then look at it again.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Did you notice anything different?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes or no?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now I will turn the whole scene vertical.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Mother Nature is Great .... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Respect it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Protect Nature & Wild Life </div><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-small;">~~Thanks, Cathy</span></b><br />
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<div style="color: blue;"><i><b>№ 2139</b></i></div>Hale McKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02548008024457474809noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10293045.post-4742785441463754552011-11-30T09:24:00.000-08:002011-11-30T10:53:41.955-08:00Class of 2015This year’s entering college class of 2015 was born just as the Internet took everyone onto the information highway and as Amazon began its relentless flow of books and everything else into their lives. Members of this year’s freshman class, most of them born in 1993, are the first generation to grow up taking the word “online” for granted and for whom crossing the digital divide has redefined research, original sources and access to information, changing the central experiences and methods in their lives. They have come of age as women assumed command of U.S. Navy ships, altar girls served routinely at Catholic Mass, and when everything from parents analyzing childhood maladies to their breaking up with boyfriends and girlfriends, sometimes quite publicly, have been accomplished on the Internet.<br />
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Each August since 1998, Beloit College has released the Beloit College Mindset List, providing a look at the cultural touchstones that shape the lives of students entering college this fall. The creation of Beloit’s former Public Affairs Director Ron Nief and Keefer Professor of the Humanities Tom McBride, it was originally created as a reminder to faculty to be aware of dated references, and quickly became a catalog of the rapidly changing worldview of each new generation. Mindset List websites at Beloit College and at mindsetmoment.com, the media site webcast and their Facebook page receive more than a million hits annually.<br />
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Nief and McBride recently applied their popular format to 10 generations of Americans over 150 years in their new book, The Mindset Lists of American History: From Typewriters to Text Messages, What Ten Generations of Americans Think Is Normal (Wiley and Sons.).<br />
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As for the class of 2015, without any memory whatever of George Herbert Walker Bush as president, they came into existence as Bill Clinton came into the presidency. Their parents, frequently older than one might expect because women have always been able to get pregnant almost regardless of age, have hovered over them with extra care and have agreed with those states that mandated the wearing of bike helmets. Ferris Bueller could be their overly cautious dad, and Jimmy Carter is an elderly smiling public man who appears occasionally on television doing good works. “Dial-up,” Woolworths and the Sears “Big Book” are as antique to them as “talking machines” might have been to their grandparents. Meanwhile, as they’ve wondered why O.J. Simpson has always been suspected of something, they have all “been there, done that, gotten the Tshirt,” shortened boring conversations with “yadda, yadda, yadda,” and recognized LBJ as LeBron James.<br />
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For those who cannot comprehend that it has been 18 years since this year’s class was born, they will quickly confirm that the next four years will go even faster and, like the rest of us, they will continue to grow older at increasing speed.<br />
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The Mindset List for the Class of 2015<br />
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Andre the Giant, River Phoenix, Frank Zappa, Arthur Ashe and the Commodore 64 have always been dead.<br />
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Their classmates could include Taylor Momsen, Angus Jones, Howard Stern's daughter Ashley, and the Dilley Sextuplets.<br />
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There has always been an Internet ramp onto the information highway.<br />
Ferris Bueller and Sloane Peterson could be their parents.<br />
States and Velcro parents have always been requiring that they wear their bike helmets.<br />
The only significant labor disputes in their lifetimes have been in major league sports.<br />
There have always been at least two women on the Supreme Court, and women have always commanded U.S. Navy ships.<br />
They “swipe” cards, not merchandise.<br />
As they’ve grown up on websites and cell phones, adult experts have constantly fretted about their alleged deficits of empathy and concentration.<br />
Their school’s “blackboards” have always been getting smarter.<br />
“Don’t touch that dial!”….what dial?<br />
American tax forms have always been available in Spanish.<br />
More Americans have always traveled to Latin America than to Europe.<br />
Amazon has never been just a river in South America.<br />
Refer to LBJ, and they might assume you're talking about LeBron James.<br />
All their lives, Whitney Houston has always been declaring “I Will Always Love You.”<br />
O.J. Simpson has always been looking for the killers of Nicole Simpson and Ronald Goldman.<br />
Women have never been too old to have children.<br />
Japan has always been importing rice.<br />
Jim Carrey has always been bigger than a pet detective.<br />
We have never asked, and they have never had to tell.<br />
Life has always been like a box of chocolates.<br />
They’ve always gone to school with Mohammed and Jesus.<br />
John Wayne Bobbitt has always slept with one eye open.<br />
There has never been an official Communist Party in Russia.<br />
“Yadda, yadda, yadda” has always come in handy to make long stories short.<br />
Video games have always had ratings.<br />
Chicken soup has always been soul food.<br />
The Rocky Horror Picture Show has always been available on TV.<br />
Jimmy Carter has always been a smiling elderly man who shows up on TV to promote fair elections and disaster relief.<br />
Arnold Palmer has always been a drink.<br />
Dial-up is soooooooooo last century!<br />
Women have always been kissing women on television.<br />
Their older siblings have told them about the days when Britney Spears, Justin Timberlake and Christina Aguilera were Mouseketeers.<br />
Faux Christmas trees have always outsold real ones.<br />
They’ve always been able to dismiss boring old ideas with “been there, done that, gotten the T-shirt.”<br />
The bloody conflict between the government and a religious cult has always made Waco sound a little whacko.<br />
Unlike their older siblings, they spent bedtime on their backs until they learned to roll over.<br />
Music has always been available via free downloads.<br />
Grown-ups have always been arguing about health care policy.<br />
Moderate amounts of red wine and baby aspirin have always been thought good for the heart.<br />
Sears has never sold anything out of a Big Book that could also serve as a doorstop.<br />
The United States has always been shedding fur.<br />
Electric cars have always been humming in relative silence on the road.<br />
No longer known for just gambling and quickie divorces, Nevada has always been one of the fastest growing states in the Union.<br />
They’re the first generation to grow up hearing about the dangerous overuse of antibiotics.<br />
They pressured their parents to take them to Taco Bell or Burger King to get free pogs.<br />
Russian courts have always had juries.<br />
No state has ever failed to observe Martin Luther King Day.<br />
While they’ve been playing outside, their parents have always worried about nasty new bugs borne by birds and mosquitoes.<br />
Public schools have always made space available for advertising.<br />
Some of them have been inspired to actually cook by watching the Food Channel.<br />
Fidel Castro’s daughter and granddaughter have always lived in the United States.<br />
Their parents have always been able to create a will and other legal documents online.<br />
Charter schools have always been an alternative.<br />
They’ve grown up with George Stephanopoulos as the Dick Clark of political analysts.<br />
New kids have always been known as NKOTB.<br />
They’ve always wanted to be like Shaq or Kobe: Michael Who?<br />
They’ve often broken up with their significant others via texting, Facebook, or MySpace.<br />
Their parents sort of remember Woolworths as this store that used to be downtown. <br />
Kim Jong-il has always been bluffing, but the West has always had to take him seriously.<br />
Frasier, Sam, Woody and Rebecca have never Cheerfully frequented a bar in Boston during primetime.<br />
Major League Baseball has never had fewer than three divisions and never lacked a wild card entry in the playoffs.<br />
Nurses have always been in short supply.<br />
They won’t go near a retailer that lacks a website.<br />
Altar girls have never been a big deal.<br />
When they were 3, their parents may have battled other parents in toy stores to buy them a Tickle Me Elmo while they lasted.<br />
It seems the United States has always been looking for an acceptable means of capital execution.<br />
Folks in Hanoi and Ho Chi Minh City have always been able to energize with Pepsi Cola.<br />
Andy Warhol is a museum in Pittsburgh.<br />
They’ve grown up hearing about suspiciously vanishing frogs.<br />
They’ve always had the privilege of talking with a chatterbot.<br />
Refugees and prisoners have always been housed by the U.S. government at Guantanamo.<br />
Women have always been Venusians; men, Martians.<br />
McDonalds coffee has always been just a little too hot to handle.<br />
“PC” has come to mean Personal Computer, not Political Correctness.<br />
The New York Times and the Boston Globe have never been rival newspapers.<br />
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№ 2138Hale McKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02548008024457474809noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10293045.post-63459921494367933772011-10-03T10:50:00.000-07:002011-11-30T10:51:03.571-08:00Warning ... Democrat Voters<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}">Warning... My Democrat friends will be offended by this. Only read it if you have an open mind and a sense of humor..........<br />
When your "friends" cannot explain why they voted for Democrats, give them this list. They can then pick their reasons from the "TOP 12"... </span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"> 1. I voted Democrat because I believe oil companies' profits of 4% on a gallon of gas are obscene, but the government taxing the same<span class="text_exposed_show"> gallon of gas at 43% isn't. </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> 2. I voted Democrat because I believe the government will do a better job of spending the money I earn than I would. </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> 3. I voted Democrat because Freedom of Speech is fine, as long as nobody is offended by it. </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> 4. I voted Democrat because I'm way too irresponsible to own a gun, and I know that my local police are all I need to protect me from murderers and thieves. </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> 5. I voted Democrat because I believe that people who can't tell us if it will rain on Friday can tell us that the polar ice caps will melt away in ten years if I don't start driving a Prius. </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show">6. I voted Democrat because I'm not concerned about millions of babies being aborted, so long as we keep all death row inmates alive. </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> 7. I voted Democrat because I think illegal aliens have a right to free health care, education, and Social Security benefits. </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> 8. I voted Democrat because I believe that business should not be allowed to make profits for themselves. They need to break even and give the rest away to the government for redistribution as the Democrats see fit. </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> 9. I voted Democrat because I believe liberal judges need to rewrite the Constitution every few days to suit some fringe groups who would never get their agendas past the voters. </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show">10. I voted Democrat because I think that it's better to pay billions to people who hate us for their oil, but not drill our own because it might upset some endangered beetle or gopher. </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> 11. I voted Democrat because while we live in the greatest, most wonderful country in the world, I was promised "HOPE AND CHANGE". </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show">12. I voted Democrat because my head is so firmly planted up my ass, it's unlikely that I'll ever have another point of view.</span></span></h6><br />
№ 2137Hale McKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02548008024457474809noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10293045.post-15247489031261327782011-09-01T13:05:00.000-07:002011-11-30T10:49:21.465-08:00Getting There ...<div style="color: blue;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><i><tt>Yes, I'm getting there. My desire is piquing, my creative juices are beginning to flow ... once again ... </tt></i></span></b></div><br />
And HONESTLY, I've been working on the final chapter ... the conclusion of <b><u>Butterfly Dreams</u></b> ... it is 2/3 complete!<br />
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<center><b>~~~ <span style="color: #cc0000;">So Much Fun</span> ~~~</b></center><br />
A suspicious husband hired a private eye to check on the movements of his wife. In addition to a written report, the husband wanted a video of his wife's activities.<br />
<br />
A week later, the detective returned with a film. They sat down together and proceeded to watch it.<br />
<br />
Although the quality was less than professional, the man saw his wife meeting another man! He saw the two of them strolling arm in arm and laughing in the park. He saw them enjoying themselves at an outdoor cafe. He saw them dancing in a dimly lit nightclub. He saw them take part in a dozen activities with utter glee.<br />
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"I just can't believe this," said the distraught husband.<br />
<br />
"What's not to believe?" the detective said. "It's right up there on the screen!"<br />
<br />
"I simply can't believe my wife could be so much fun!" the husband replied.<br />
<br />
<center><b>~~~ <span style="color: #cc0000;">Social Security </span>~~~</b></center><br />
A retired gentleman went to the social security office to apply for Social Security.<br />
<br />
The woman behind the counter asked him for his driver's license to verify his age. He looked in his pockets and realized he had left his wallet at home. He told the woman that he was very sorry but he seemed to have left his wallet at home. "I will have to go home and come back later." <br />
<br />
The woman says, "Unbutton your shirt." So he opens his shirt revealing curly silver hair. She says, "That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me" and she processed his Social Security application.<br />
<br />
When he gets home, the man excitedly tells his wife about his experience at the social security office. She says, "You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability too." <br />
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<center style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Encyclopaedia Britannica</b></center><br />
Seen in my local paper's "readers sales" section.<br />
<br />
FOR SALE BY OWNER<br />
<br />
Complete set of encyclopaedia Britannica.<br />
45 Volumes. Excellent condition.<br />
£1000 pounds or best offer.<br />
<br />
Reason for sale:- No longer required. Got married last weekend. Wife knows F**king everything.<br />
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<center><b>~~~ <span style="color: #cc0000;">Second Opinion</span> ~~~</b></center><br />
A man and his wife are having a fight at the breakfast table. Husband gets up in a rage and says, "And you are no good in bed either," and storms out of the house. After sometime he realizes he was nasty and decides to make amends and calls home.<br />
<br />
She comes to the phone after many rings and the irritated husband says, "What took you so long to answer the phone?"<br />
<br />
She says, "I was in bed."<br />
<br />
"In bed this early, doing what?" Shouts the man.<br />
<br />
"Getting a second opinion!" <br />
<br />
<div style="color: #cc0000;"><center><b><span style="color: black;">~~~</span> Bookworm <span style="color: black;">~~~</span></b></center></div><br />
"For Heaven's sake, Chris, why can't you talk to me once in a while?" Julie whined.<br />
<br />
"What?" Chris replied.<br />
<br />
"Look around!" Julie yelled, as she pointed around the room. "Look at all these books! You always have your head buried in a book! You don't even seem to know I'm alive!"<br />
<br />
"I'm sorry, honey," Chris said.<br />
<br />
"Sometimes I wish I were a book. Maybe then you'd at least look at me!" Julie exclaimed.<br />
<br />
"Hmmmm," Chris mumbled, "that's not such a bad idea. Then I could take you to the library every few days and change you for something more interesting."<br />
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<div style="color: #cc0000;"><center><b><span style="color: black;">~~~</span> Call me Bubba <span style="color: black;">~~~</span></b></center></div><br />
A man boarded an airplane and took his seat. As he settled in, he glanced up and saw a very beautiful woman boarding the plane.<br />
<br />
He soon realized she was heading straight towards his seat. Lo and behold, she took the seat right beside his.<br />
<br />
Eager to strike up a conversation, he blurted out, "Business trip or vacation?" She turned, smiled and said, "Business. I'm going to the Annual Nymphomania Convention in Chicago".<br />
<br />
He swallowed hard. Here was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen sitting next to him and she was going to a meeting for nymphomaniacs!<br />
<br />
Struggling to maintain his composure, he calmly asked, "What's your business role at this convention?"<br />
<br />
"Lecturer," she responded. "I use my experience to debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality."<br />
<br />
"Really, " he said, "what myths are those?"<br />
<br />
"Well," she explained, "one popular myth is that African American men are the most well endowed when, in fact, it's the Native American Indian who is most likely to possess that trait.<br />
<br />
Another popular myth is that French men are the best lovers, when actually it is the men of Jewish descent.<br />
<br />
We have, however, found that the best potential lover in all categories is the Southern redneck."<br />
<br />
Suddenly, the woman became a little uncomfortable and blushed. "I'm sorry," she said, "I shouldn't really be discussing this with you. I don't even know your name."<br />
<br />
"Tonto," the man said, "Tonto Goldstein. But my friends call me Bubba.. <br />
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<div style="color: #cc0000;"><center><b><span style="color: black;">~~~</span> The Raffle Ticket <span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;">~~~</span></b></center></div><br />
A woman arrives home from work and her husband notices she's wearing a diamond necklace. He asks his wife, "Where did you get that necklace?"<br />
<br />
She replies, "I won it in a raffle at work. Go get my bath ready while I start dinner."<br />
<br />
The next day, the women arrives home from work wearing a diamond bracelet. Her husband asks, "Where did you get the bracelet?"<br />
<br />
She replies, "I won it in a raffle at work. Go get my bath ready while I start dinner."<br />
<br />
The next day, her husband notices she arrives home from work wearing a mink coat. He says, "I suppose you won that in a raffle at work?" She replies, "Yeah I did! How did you guess? Go get my bath ready while I start supper."<br />
<br />
Later after supper, she goes to take her bath and she notices there is only one inch of water in the tub. She yells to her husband, "HEY! There's only an inch of water in the tub."<br />
<br />
He replies, "I didn't want you to get your raffle ticket wet."<br />
<br />
<div style="color: #990000;"><center><b><span style="color: black;">~~~ </span>Slip of the Tongue <span style="color: black;">~~~</span></b></center></div><br />
A guy with a black eye boards his plane bound for Pittsburgh and sits down in his seat. He notices immediately that the guy next to him has a black eye, too.<br />
<br />
He says to him, "Hey, this is a coincidence, we both have black eyes; mind if I ask how you got yours?"<br />
<br />
The other guy says, "Well, it just happened, it was a tongue twister accident.<br />
<br />
See, I was at the ticket counter and this gorgeous blonde with the most massive breasts in the world was there. So, instead of saying, 'I'd like two tickets to Pittsburgh,' I accidentally said, 'I'd like two pickets to Tittsburgh'....so she socked me a good one."<br />
<br />
The first guy replied, "Wow! This is unbelievable. Mine was a tongue-twister too.<br />
<br />
I was at the breakfast table and I wanted to say to my<br />
wife, "Please pour me a bowl of Frosties, honey.'<br />
<br />
But I accidentally said, 'You have ruined my life you evil, self-centered, fat-assed bitch.' <br />
<br />
<div style="color: #cc0000;"><center><b><span style="color: black;">~~~</span> Mother of Six! <span style="color: black;">~~~</span></b></center></div><br />
A man has six children and is very proud of his achievement. He is so proud of himself, that he starts calling his wife,"Mother of Six " in spite of her objections.<br />
<br />
One night, they go to a party. The man decides that it's time to go home and wants to find out if his wife is ready to leave as well. He shouts across the room at the top of his voice, "Shall we go home Mother of six?'"<br />
<br />
His wife, irritated by her husband's lack of discretion shouts right back, "Anytime you're ready, Father of Four."<br />
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<div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;">~~~ </span>A Time of Weakness <span style="color: black;">~~~</span></b></div><br />
Rosemary had been divorced for a few years and was finding life very lonely.<br />
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Finally, after much persuasion, she consented to go out on a date with Andy, a gentleman her daughter fixed her up with.<br />
<br />
Andy picked her up and they went to a very secluded spot to have a picnic.<br />
<br />
Andy had also been divorced for quite some time and found himself very attracted to Rosemary.<br />
<br />
Despite her initial resistance to his advances, he finally suceeded in making love to her.<br />
<br />
Rosemary was mortified at her lack of self-control and sobbed, "I don't know how I'm going to face my daughter, knowing that in a time of weakness, I sinned twice!"<br />
<br />
"What do you mean, twice?" Andy asked. "We only did it once."<br />
<br />
"Well, you're going to do it again, aren't you?" Rosemary asked. <br />
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<div style="color: #cc0000;"><center><b><span style="color: black;">~~~ </span>New Relationship Book <span style="color: black;">~~~</span></b></center></div><br />
"My wife suggested a book for me to read to enhance our<br />
<br />
relationship. It's titled: <b>'Women are from Venus, Men are Wrong.'</b>" <br />
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<b><i>№ 2136</i></b>Hale McKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02548008024457474809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10293045.post-70097539611517993012011-08-02T15:50:00.000-07:002011-11-30T10:47:29.378-08:00The Green Thing<i>It's not original. It was received in an e-mail from my sister-in-law. <b>(Thanks, Beverly.)</b> It is, however, good enough to break the ice and end the month-plus hiatus this blog has been experiencing. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>The <span style="color: #38761d;">Green</span> Thing</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>In the line at the store, the cashier told an older woman that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't good for the environment. <br />
<br />
The woman apologized to him and explained, "We didn't have the green thing back in my day."<br />
<br />
The clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment." <br />
<br />
He was right -- our generation didn't have the green thing in its day. <br />
<br />
<br />
Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled. <br />
<br />
But we didn't have the green thing back in our day. <br />
<br />
We walked up stairs, because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. <br />
<br />
But she was right. We didn't have the green thing in our day. <br />
<br />
Back then, we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts -- wind and solar power really did dry the clothes. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. <br />
<br />
But that old lady is right; we didn't have the green thing back in our day. <br />
<br />
Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana. <br />
<br />
In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. <br />
<br />
When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used a wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. <br />
<br />
Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. <br />
<br />
But she's right; we didn't have the green thing back then. <br />
<br />
We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. <br />
<br />
We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. <br />
<br />
But we didn't have the green thing back then. <br />
<br />
Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service. <br />
<br />
We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint. <br />
<br />
But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the green thing back then? <br />
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№ <i><b>2135</i></b>Hale McKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02548008024457474809noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10293045.post-49091616464527722042011-07-04T16:43:00.000-07:002011-07-04T17:18:14.811-07:00Happy 4th of July<div style="color: blue;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><b>They couldn't have foreseen the fruits of their efforts, but I'm sure they would be celebrating with us.</b></span></i></div><br />
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№ 2134Hale McKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02548008024457474809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10293045.post-36520291360751705022011-06-17T19:28:00.000-07:002011-06-18T12:47:42.470-07:00Butterfly Dreams (59)<span style="font-size: 78%;">(A sequel to <a href="http://pointmeister.blogspot.com/2008/11/strange-story-of-mr-black-and-ms-gray.html"> <b><i>The Strange Story of Mr. Black and Ms Gray</i></b></a>.)</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><tt style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">They had died when helping thwart a plan to undermine the government of the United States. Now Ben and Susan have returned from the dead and they must bring that government down. Standing in their way are Michael Black and Michelle Gray, the bodies of whom they now occupy.</tt></div><blockquote><span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-(</span>The Story begins <a href="http://pointmeister.blogspot.com/2010/01/butterfly-dreams.html"><b><i>HERE</i></b><span style="color: black;">)-</span></a></span></blockquote><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj01EQhqReLWstyWH5IUwAzS88tHNDMc63ajIXcV11XyKsVSvcgWsgLVb7WaJmRq2WUGNgN85XM0n9auu45NboUIQvXOFN3qJ-O_7qOCUDKUJ2Gxn58ZD4VbAQPOxO4TchcGuRARw/s1600-h/butterflies-woman.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" height="150" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350358604976426018" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj01EQhqReLWstyWH5IUwAzS88tHNDMc63ajIXcV11XyKsVSvcgWsgLVb7WaJmRq2WUGNgN85XM0n9auu45NboUIQvXOFN3qJ-O_7qOCUDKUJ2Gxn58ZD4VbAQPOxO4TchcGuRARw/s200/butterflies-woman.jpg" style="float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" width="200" /></a><b></b><center><b>Rosie's Revenge</b></center><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">My mind was straining to project thoughts to Rosie in attempt to plead with her. Next to me, I could sense that Michelle was also attempting the same thing. If she sensed either of our thoughts, Rosie offered no response.<br />
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Glancing at Baxter and O'Day, their blank stares only confirmed that they were being controlled. I momentarily wrestled with the idea of charging one of them and trying to seize one of the weapons. I dismissed the thought however, knowing that even if I succeeded, the other would probably have the drop on me. <br />
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Then there was a crawling feeling inside of my head. My mind was being probed. Someone was trying to pilfer my thoughts. I slammed my eyelids shut and tried to force the intrusive mind from my head. Inexplicably I felt a surge of neural energy that seemed to spring from deep within my psyche and the invading thoughts were cast away. <br />
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Next to me, before I had a chance to ponder the occurrence, Michelle stumbled but was able to regain her balance. Grabbing my arm she leaned against me and whispered, "What just happened?"<br />
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It was apparent to me that she'd also experienced the same intrusion and ouster of the alien mind. "I don't know," was my barely perceptible reply. <br />
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"Break it up, you two!" Gates barked. His eyes met mine and he said, "I guess I'm going to have to separate you and the missus, eh?" <br />
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With Baxter steering Michelle to the far end of the array of consoles, O'Day guided me to the seat in front of the nearest one and waved his pistol for me to sit. When I hesitated he touched the pistol against my shoulder and shoved me into the chair with his free hand.<br />
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"Brock? Why are you doing this?" I pleaded hoping to break the trance to which he'd been subjected. If he heard my words at all, he ignored them.<br />
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"People," Gates shouted, "I need all of you conscious and there is no need for anyone to get hurt. I want you to pick up those headsets now ... and put them on ..."<br />
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As I slipped the device onto my head I thought of Rosie's thoughts to Michelle and me that we would be unaffected. It was her fate however, that troubled me. Why was she so adamant that her sacrifice was necessary? I turned my head to my left trying to locate her in the room. Staring at the wall before her, she too had donned one of the neural headsets.<br />
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Rosie had positioned herself at the console next to Michelle. Although she showed no signs of interaction with her, I couldn't help but wonder if her choice of seats might have been by design. I looked up as Jordan slid into the seat next to me. Perhaps his positioning was by design also?<br />
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I felt his presence behind me. Addams/Gates placed his hands on the back of my chair and chortled, "Relax, Mr. Black. No one can help you now. In a couple of minutes you won't remember our differences. Why, I will even go so far as to predict that you will become one of my biggest supporters."<br />
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"But, Julius," Jordan quipped, "it will not be of his own free will."<br />
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"Ah, Bishop, my one time associate-turned enemy has decided to honor me by addressing me directly." He eyed the old man with disdain and snorted, "You of all people <b>know</b> what power I have at hand. Free will? Shortly <b>my</b> will shall be the only one that matters." <br />
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"You've gone stark raving mad!" Faye screeched.<br />
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He stepped in her direction and grinned. "Step-daughter, it was always you who demanded and received special attention. Everything was handed to you. The more you were given, the more you wanted. Your sister on the other hand, always worked her fingers to the bone for everything she wanted." He paused, placed his fists on his hips and continued, "Well today that will all change. It's her turn to want for nothing."<br />
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"Father," Rosie said in an almost mechanical tone, "let us proceed."<br />
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Addams/Gates was visibly chagrined to have his ramblings interrupted but was quick to gather his composure. He crossed the room and stood before a vacant console. After donning a headset he moved in front of a master control panel and allowed his finger to hover near a large toggle switch. <br />
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He glanced at the row of consoles and the individuals seated before them. "For me, this is victory. For you, Rosie, it is revenge."<br />
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Without hesitating another moment he flipped the switch. In a trice the room was filled with agonizing guttural screams as the insides of our heads were ignited with searing pain. Then everything went black.</div><br />
<center>To be continued<br />
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<b>Dreams On Wings</b></center><br />
<div style="color: blue;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">№</span> 2133</b></i></div>Hale McKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02548008024457474809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10293045.post-86211167170686926542011-06-11T11:18:00.000-07:002011-06-12T20:00:49.100-07:00Smokers Synonymous<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnUhmokbx_C9RNX8wxp_dZ-cb9uXZcSyiTR4vWD2VEP7opFPx3Yh1z2Fx3DDJPS8ZLd-iQ9pVKMwCinSvS4br4dyT10-hCZp5eyLA-907k0OqP7gYKs1jfYbOz3zd2eF2VCCalZA/s1600/BarSmokeCartoon.GIF" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnUhmokbx_C9RNX8wxp_dZ-cb9uXZcSyiTR4vWD2VEP7opFPx3Yh1z2Fx3DDJPS8ZLd-iQ9pVKMwCinSvS4br4dyT10-hCZp5eyLA-907k0OqP7gYKs1jfYbOz3zd2eF2VCCalZA/s320/BarSmokeCartoon.GIF" width="320" /></a>I don't want to become one of those <b>obnoxious</b> ex-smokers! You know the ones I mean - the ones who have taken up a cross and have set out on a crusade to make life miserable for those who still smoke. <br />
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No, I won't be one of those who pontificate against that nasty addiction. But having just recently begun the process of giving up smoking, I will maintain a measure of advocacy for the rights of smokers. Besides, I'm not that far removed from lighting up myself. I can only claim to be an <i>ex-smoker</i> for six days and that hardly qualifies me as one who has successfully kicked the habit. <br />
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The last three weeks have seen a decline in my output and my attention to this blog. On the 24th of last month I was given new prescriptions for my blood pressure, iron count and water retention. Then on the 5th of this month, last Sunday, I applied the first Nicoderm patch onto my arm. Thankfully, the patch, so far, has proven effective. <br />
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I have been noticing brief periods of light-headedness and difficulty concentrating. Although I've had some post ideas, it seems that every time I sit down at the keyboard I go blank or lose my desire to type the thoughts to the blog.<br />
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I can only assume that the combination of new meds might be responsible of the light-headedness. Perhaps the lack of concentration is a side effect of the patch? Perhaps it's all in my head ... <br />
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... I mean, I had never posted to my blog without a lit cigarette close at hand. I keep thinking I should take a drag ... BUT ... I'm not actually craving a cigarette - at least not consciously. They say the urge never goes away ... <br />
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<b>To those who have been reading and following my story, <u>Butterfly Dreams</u>, I am working on it ... really! It's ironic, but there are only about TWO installments left until its conclusion. I have to keep backtracking to previous chapters to make sure I'm tying up any loose ends.</b><br />
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Next Wednesday I have an appointment - more blood work - and will inquire about light head and lack of concentration. The following Tuesday there will be a follow-up appointment to assess the results of the blood work. (Hopefully the iron count will have improved, the blood pressure will have come down and the water retention will have been brought under control.) </div><br />
<b></b><center><b> Why Not Post Some Smoking Humor?</b></center><br />
<i><span style="background-color: blue; color: white;"><b>I had been a heavy smoker since I was a teenager, but to my surprise was able to quit "cold turkey." However, my weight shot up and I felt very self-conscious. When a friend congratulated me on giving up cigarettes, I exclaimed, "But look at all these added pounds!"</b></span><b><br style="background-color: blue; color: white;" /><span style="background-color: blue; color: white;"> </span><br style="background-color: blue; color: white;" /><span style="background-color: blue; color: white;"> Her reply was one I'll always treasure. "Oh, my dear, don't worry about that!" she said. "Just think of all the extra years you will have in which to lose them."</span></b><br />
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A young couple had been married for a couple of weeks, and the man was always after his wife to quit smoking.<br />
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One afternoon, she lit up after some lovemaking, and he said, "You really ought to quit."<br />
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She, getting tired of his nagging, said, "I really enjoy a good cigarette after sex."<br />
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He replied, "But they stunt your growth."<br />
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She asked if he ever smoked, and he replied that he never had.<br />
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Smiling and lifting her gaze to his groin, she said, "So, what's your excuse?"<br />
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<div style="background-color: red;">A tobacco company had heard that the oldest citizen of a certain</div><div style="background-color: red;">village had been smoking their product for over fifty years. They</div><div style="background-color: red;">dispatched a public-relations man to the village to interview him.</div><div style="background-color: red;">“Sir,” the P.R. man said, “we are prepared to fly you to California</div><div style="background-color: red;">to appear on an early morning television show to give a testimonial</div><div style="background-color: red;">about our tobacco company.”</div><div style="background-color: red;">“Can’t do it!” replied the seasoned smoker.</div><div style="background-color: red;">“You can’t do it?” asked the P.R. man. “Don’t you want a free plane</div><div style="background-color: red;">ticket to California?”</div><div style="background-color: red;">“Yep, I’d like to go to California, but I can’t do it.”</div><div style="background-color: red;">“Well, Sir,” said the P.R. man, “we’re prepared to put you up in one</div><div style="background-color: red;">of the nicest hotels in Los Angeles for at least three nights. Wouldn’t</div><div style="background-color: red;">that be wonderful?”</div><div style="background-color: red;">“Yep, it would be wonderful, but I can’t do it!”</div><div style="background-color: red;">“Why can’t you do it?” screamed the P.R. man.</div><div style="background-color: red;">“Well, young fellow,” he said, “I can’t fly to California and appear</div><div style="background-color: red;">on that morning television show to give a testimonial about your tobacco</div><div style="background-color: red;">because I don’t stop coughing until noon!”</div><br />
<b><tt>Three little boys were sitting on a porch. One says, "My daddy smokes and he can blow smoke rings."<br />
~~The second boy pipes up, "Well my daddy smokes too, and he can blow smoke out of his eyes."<br />
~~The third one, not to be outdone, responds, "My dad can blow smoke out of his butt!"<br />
~~"Really?" said his friends amazed. "Have you seen him do it?"<br />
~~The boy shook his head and answered, "No, but I've seen the tobacco stains on his underwear."</tt></b><br />
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<div style="color: blue;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">№</span> 2132</b></i></div>Hale McKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02548008024457474809noreply@blogger.com4