Do you think getting completely butt naked and showering in front of everyone was mandated by the state? Or were our gym teachers just weird and sadistic? I wonder to this day.
I hope I can help make it as painless as possible for them. Maybe I'll get them spray tanned. :)
(To all you male readers-I hope this post didn't freak you out too much. I'll warn you when I decide to post about getting my first period. I'd hate to send you over the edge.)
Liu Bao is a hei cha (post-fermented tea) from Guangxi province. It's post-fermented, pressed into baskets, and aged. I was told when I bought the 1970s sample in China that Liu Bao was prescribed as a cure for constipation in infants and the elderly, because other TCM remedies would be too harsh or were ineffective, and was most popular in Guangzhou, Malaysia, and Japan.
2003 3 Cranes brand Liu Bao bing
The resulting thinness of this tea, despite its prevalence of buds and my filling the pot 1/2 full with leaves, reinforces my approach to brewing liu bao: steep long, use lots of leaf. Even then, I could not make this tea sing. With more age, it will become more even sweet. But for now, it has a smooth, pleasant, simple character. I don’t know that the tea will gain complexity with time. I gave everyone some to take home because I think it could have been brewed better. Usually, this tastes a lot stronger of hay.
1992 Liu Bao
The 1992 liu bao offered more harshness (aka complexity?) than the 2003 version, and a longer aftertaste. Like the 2003, though, it died quick (another feature I attribute to liu bao). Not pleasant to drink–yet–I think it will do better with some aging
1994 Liu Bao
This emerged as the best of the “young” liu bao teas we tried. Thicker, complex, but not harsh. Really nice in later infusions, it could have continued on past six infusions had we the time to brew it. Liu bao is considered an earthy tea, but I think this hinted that liu bao can be more than just dirt: roasted hay (?), hops, and the like. Dry leaf pic is below.
1970s Liu Bao
The 1970s liu bao brewed similar to the 1994, but with larger leaves, which made it a bit sweeter. It also could last beyond 6 infusions, but probably not much farther than 8. It tasted of dried mandarin orange peel and had an oily texture the others did not. I bought this tea in Shanghai, but I don’t know where it was stored.
50-60 year old Liu Bao, http://community.livejournal.com/puerh_tea/217430.html has more info
This was only the third 1950s-1960s liu bao I tasted. The dry leaves displayed a fine dusting of wetter storage, and this lent a mei wei not shared by the other teas we tasted. Someone said “old bamboo” and immediately I recognized in the tea’s taste the slightly rancid, slightly bitter/acrid, woody flavor of aged bamboo shoots I had I was traveling. Some compared it to coffee, and I guess I can agree with a comparison to espresso. This tea’s texture was significantly more oily than the 1970s tea, and it finished even longer. As the tea mellowed it improved, and although the flavor weakened at the 6th-7th infusion, the mellower brews almost exceeded the pleasantry of the initial stronger infusions.
It’s difficult to gauge the qi of this tea. By the time we hit this tea, we all felt the cumulative effects of the previous teas. The previous teas had greatly relaxed me, but this tea seemed to enliven me. Indeed, I noticed conversation picked up once we started drinking this liu bao.
My husband had prepared some elaborate recipes and left the kitchen a huge mess, my children had friends over and trashed the house. there were books, puzzles, dishes and clothes everywhere.
As I looked around I felt a tightening in my throat. I seriously felt like FREAKING OUT. I almost pulled a "Thelma and Louise." Can't you picture it? Me in my Toyota Minivan, cruising down the highway music blaring, smoking a Marlboro and drinking an ice cold brewsky? I sure can.
I was ragging BIG TIME. I heard myself saying things my mom used to say..."I'm not the maid around here!" "All I ever do is pick up after you people!" Real attractive.
It dawned on me that my weekends should be a time of joy, not anger. So I pulled a George Costanza and yelled, "SERENITY NOW!!" It didn't work.
Then I did something my father used to do. I corralled my daughters upstairs and made them pitch in and clean up the ungodly mess they had made. They bitched the entire time and I pointed out to them that their anger and annoyance was pretty much what I feel everyday.
I blame myself for this dilemma. I have been picking up after my daughters since they were born. I do it myself because it's easier that way. Unfortunately it's backfiring.
It's time for a rude awakening, not just for me, for my whole family. My mission, is to get this house organized so that my children know where everything goes. I need a shelf for games, a drawer for arts and craft supplies, specific drawers for socks. You organized people know all about this. It sounds so logical!
Unfortunately for me, organization has NEVER been my strong suit. And it's seriously driving me nuts.
I am so happy when I'm out and about, running errands, going to the supermarket or the bank, but when I step into this house and try to figure out where everything goes, WHAM, I get really tense. I refuse to pay someone $80 an hour to help me sort through the stuff. I need to find the discipline to do it myself.
So, I'm declaring next month "Get my shit together month!" (Sorry I can't do it this week, I have a field trip, I'm in charge of a kindergarten "getting to know you" breakfast, and my daughter's Halloween party at school on Friday. So get off my back!! Oops sorry.)
As of November 1st I'm going to do an organization project each and every day, and I'm going to post pictures just to motivate myself. I'm going to need lots of postitive feedback and encouragement if I do something good. If you aren't hearing about progress it means I'm slacking, and you need to call me on it!!!
Is that too much to ask of you?
Red clay with blue jian glaze
Red clay jar, unglazed
Stately red clay jar, unglazed
Hand-carved Winter Chawan, white textured pearlescent glaze with oxide detailing
I think they're pretty cute just the way they are, PLUS my husband can bring them with him on business trips so he won't get lonely without me.
Whaddya think? Can you think of any other uses for these babies? (Besides making me look smokin' hot?)
"Some people think having large breasts makes a woman stupid. Actually, it's quite the opposite: A woman having large breasts makes men stupid.”
If you are willing to participate please type your children's names, (first name only) and the names of their five best friends. Then tell me your state.
Okay, I'll start.
Margaret (Meg): Jane, Sydney, Emma, Katherine (Katie), Madison (Maddy)
Catherine (no nickname, although my husband tries to call her Catie and it just doesn't feel right to me!): Brynn, Josette (Josie), Juliana, Gretchen, Garrett (a boy)
Our state: New Jersey
Once you've done that, would you please e-mail me your social security number, routing number and account number from your checking account and your full name. I'm also doing a study on identity theft.
Thanks so much.
(But seriously, do the kids' name thing...)
Mrs. K asks...
Okay, Connie, you know how I HATE talking about tennis, but I'll do it for you.
What was your WORST doubles experience? please elaborate right down to the nitty gritty. thank you
My worst doubles experience? Once again, I have SOOO many.
I was tempted to give her a little constructive criticism such as..."Stop hitting the ball into the net ass wipe!" Or, "Get the ball IN bitch!'' And then add, "Other than that you're AWESOME!" But since it was a member-guest and it was her country club, I held my tongue. The good news is, the lunch afterwards was delicious!!!
The first piece is an experimentation in formulating a "volcano" glaze. It was pretty successful, as you can see from the detail pics:
The next set of pieces is a Korean-style infuser cup and jar set:
And a detail from the jar:
In the background, you can see the winter chawan I carved. I'll take better pics later.
Many thanks to Mattcha for the Korean inspiration!
dailystar.co.uk — Swedish scientists have caused a stir by suggesting women who drink more than three cups a day could see their bra size drop. Tests by cancer researchers found half of all women have a gene linking breast size to coffee intake. The reaction is the reverse for coffee-slurping blokes – it can make their “moobs" swell.
Do you mean to tell me that my husband's boobs are going to be bigger than mine? Say it ain't so!!!
Do you think Diet Coke has the same effect? I'm panicking here people.
You go Petunia!
Petunia said...What is the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?
Luckily the host and hostess of the party are the kind of people who like those kinds of things to happen. (Heavy duty partiers! I can only hang out with them a couple times a year.)
I passed out in the bushes outside a Denny's when I was in college. But that really wasn't too embarrassing because I was out of town so no one knew me.
Right before I met my husband I went on the worst blind date EVER! My sister and her husband fixed me up with the biggest geek in the world, so what did I do? I got smashed. We ended up at a Progressive Dinner party in my sister's neighborhood where I proceeded to flirt heavily with all the cute married guys at the party. I had no choice! Everyone was married and my date was the biggest goober ever! But seriously, I was really humiliated the next day. I'm surprised none of the wives clawed my eyes out. It was 14 years ago, and I still feel a little embarrassed when I go visit my sister!!
Have you always been happily married?
I always knew I wanted to have children, but getting married, having a big wedding with a poufy gown and all the bridesmaids, well, it was never really my big dream! We did have a nice wedding in Vermont, and it was a blast. I thought I would have been just as happy to go to Vegas, but in hindsight, I'm so glad we went through the trouble. There is something to be said for saying our vows in front of the people who mean the most to us in this world.
As for being "happily married." I am very happy to be married. I love my husband very much. Some days it's great, other days he really pisses me off and gets on my nerves. (and visa versa) Unless something monumental happens, (such as Jon Hamm from "Mad Men" proposing to me) I plan on spending the rest of my life with Brad.
With names like Jill and Brad, don't you think we were made for each other?
This ends today's Q and A session. As always, I am always here to answer your queries and/or give advice. I so love giving advice, so if there's any major decisions or issues you need help with, feel free to ask me, a total stranger, for my guidance. I'm here for you, 24/7 thanks to my cool BlackBerry.
And please don't be frightened by all my drunken stories. I've replaced beer and jello shots with Diet Coke Big Gulps and Dunkin' Donuts Iced Coffees, so my brain works at a very high rate of speed.
And is also pretty excited about beginning work at Sol Breads, which, from memory, was the Beez Knees of sourdough and gourmet breads.
It's crazy how small the world is - Sol Breads in Tenerrife was always the local hang-out for mum and I when we couldn't decide to be adventurous with a new cafe, on the way to or from New Farm.
And it turns out that Meg Carrigan, of the cycle nature, owns the place! Crazy, and now there's stores in Paddington and West End in addition to the Tenerrife (or New Farm - not sure!) store. Which is pretty rad.
Anyway, as it goes the West End store is on Vulture St, like the Powderfinger album.
And John Birmingham.
And sunny afternoons hanging around the hills hoist in the backyard with a cocktail fashioned out of a crudely cut Coconut with a little umbrella in it.
For me Friday means the beginning of the toughest 48 hours of the week. Football games, sleepovers, home improvement projects and the constant sound of "Mom, I'm starving!" or "Honey, can you help me in the basement?"
My husband works like a dog all week, so I encourage him to relax on the weekends and go play golf, watch football, or take a hike. (Yes, I do tell him to "take a hike!" Especially when he decides we're going to take on a big project like cleaning out closets or rebuilding the shed.) When Sunday night rolls around, my daughters start getting cranky because they have school the next day. My husband gets stressed about the upcoming week. And me? Well, let's just say I start dreaming about sending the little ones off on their merry way, lunches packed and books in hand.
Monday through Friday I get those golden moments where I can concentrate on whatever task I set out to complete. In the car, I can listen to the news, when I'm home I can pay some bills, unload the dishwasher or dry my hair UNINTERRUPTED! Pure bliss.
T.G.I.F.? Maybe for you. Monday is MY fun day.
The 5 Bickies asks..
Do you ever get the jitters from caffeine? I get jitters from lack of caffeine. I'm like a heroin addict when I drink my first Diet Coke of the day. I shiver with pleasure as I take the first gulp.
what is your tennis rating? I am a 3.5
what is your favorite item of clothing? Funny you should mention that. I was shopping at The Grove (a swanky little shopping center near me.) I looked around at all the ladies in their accessorized outfits wearing makeup with their hair all neat, and realized that most of the time I dress like a "before" picture from a Redbook Magazine makeover spread.
My outfit of choice (when I'm not in a tennis skirt); plain t-shirt, fleece pullover, boot cut jeans and Dansko clogs, Uggs or Crocs. So boring. I think it's the official uniform of the ladies in my town.
I'm trying to step it up a bit, so I've been making the effort to put on cute sweaters, with fun belts, driving mocs and nice cords. I'm SO fashion forward.
To give you a direct answer to your question, my absolutely favorite item of clothing is my Barbour Classic Eskdale Jacket in Hunter Green. I wear it all the time.
That's all for now, I don't want you to O.D. on all things Jill. We now return to my regularly scheduled discussions on cussing, small testicles and my feisty temper.
Here are some examples...I curse in the car..."That DOUCHEBAG cut me off!" I do it when the dog shits (that's right SHITS) on the floor..."FUCK!!!" When I hurt myself I don't scream "Ouch!" Instead I yell.. "GOD DAMN it!!
making out with a dog
flat chested horny housewives
I need new breasts
turkish allegations of losing virginity to animals
what is the crunching sound when I get Botox injections?
Do you think the people searching for flat chested horny housewives who get Botox and make out with dogs were disappointed when their searches led to Caffeine Court?
No wait...don't answer that. I don't even want to go there.
I am going to take it easy tomorrow, Maybe I won't ride at all. I am hanging around at home today with a massive headache.
Anyway, I was thinking about Sydney, and thinking about Brisbane, and what I will and won't miss from each of them.
-Rarely oppressively hot
-Fantastic lifestyle, and massive frind group around Man-town
-Lots of riding ie: BA Bunch, Dawn Patrol
-Technical trails that scare me and hence must be good to practice on
-Bacino coffee in manly, Bar sport coffee in Leichhardt, Three Bean coffee in St Leonards, Chaos coffee in Neutral Bay, Badde Manors cafe in Glebe
-Coffee is generally a bit cheaper on average than in Brisbane
-The amazing views from Gunners' Barracks, North Head
-Riding through pristine Akuna Bay
-Many 4km climbs to do SE's on
-Emporio cafe - need I say more?
-Doing a 5hour ride then visiting Emporio for a big fuckoff salad
-Always something going on
-Beach 'n 'Coffee lifestyle
-Ridiculously priced rent in areas we want to live
-Takes forever to get anywhere due to the scale of the city and suburbs, and due to said traffic
-Winters are much colder
-Takes forever to get out to any mountain bike races
-Public transport not really comprehensive in all areas
-Removed from the level of 'rat race' experienced in Sydney
-Takes about ten minutes to get into the city. Maybe fifteen with poor traffic.
-Quality of life, sunny most of the time
-Can afford rent on less days work per week- more leisure and training time
-Merlo coffee factory and cafes, as well as Campos coffee emerging in 'Vegas
-Daisy Hill cruisy trails to take beginner best buddies riding
-Gap Creek and Mt Cootha Trails, not technical in the Sydney sense but steep and rutty (and sometimes off camber- crap!)
-More prominent mountain bike scene, more lassies, closer trails and quicker travel due to less traffic.
-Music festivals also travel to Brisbane
-One day in the not too distant future, like a couple of years, we will be able to afford a house.
-Maybe some kids too, but they come later
-Funky groovy places like Paddington and Milton for coffee
-Coffee generally more expensive
-Public transport pretty average in Brisbane, too.
-Not sure about road cycling, Aido says its ok.
-People I know, and potentially too close for comfort with the parents
-Sometimes too hot.
This is not an example of Photoshop. This is an actual picture of a 67 year old man. How does he look like this? Well, apparently by using Cenegenics. I saw this ad in magazine and I was freaked out, and intrigued.
This dude may look a little odd — OK, maybe bizarre is a better word. But hey, he's the talk of the local pool. He even hangs out there in the winter, just to show off his 67 year old 6 pack.
The Cenegenics system claims to reverse the aging process through nutrition, exercise and shooting yourself up with hormones. Possible side effects include cancer, testicle shrinkage, and baldness. Looks like the baldness has kicked in for this stud. I wonder what his testicles look like? Ewww...I just pictured it.
Anyway, if you want to check out this freak show, or if you want your husband to have a hot bod, a bald head, cancer and tiny nuts, click Cenegenics link NOW.
Footnote: I don't think being bald or having a receding hairline is unattractive. As a matter of fact my boyfriend from years ago used to rub his head with Rogaine everyday and I implored him not to. I think it looks cool to be bald. The bad thing is when you are bald EVERYWHERE because you shoot yourself up with testosterone everyday! It also looks strange to have Mr. Magoo's head on a Schwarzenegger bod.
Am excited about going to Andy and Kelsey's this evening, too. Apparentely I have a pasta already made for me- wow wee I am a lucky bitch! And I just had a lunch-time coffee so I am flying right now.
Today is National Ride To Work Day - https://ride2work.bv.com.au/home - so naturally, I rode to work after Dawny, however I felt like poo the whole way. A creepin'. I blame the 40 mins of SE's yesterday (what can I say, I am a keener!?)
Anyway, better go help with the development of the company in the near future (ie: two weeks!)
When her mom came to pick her up we had a little political discussion. It went something like this:
Kaitlyn: Mrs. Y, I almost forgot to ask you this, who are you voting for in the election?
Kaitlyn's Mom (who is very proper and polite): KAITLYN!!! You don't ask people that question!
Me: It's okay. I'm voting for McCain.
Kaitlyn: I'm for Obama.
K's Mom (threatening tone): KAITLYN.....
Kaitlyn: I love Obama. Lot's of kids in my class wanted Hillary. But I really wanted Obama.
Did you know that Abraham Lincoln didn't have much experience, but he was a great president.
K's Mom (under her breath): I don't know where she gets this.
Kaitlyn: Daddy's for Obama.
K's Mom: Did he tell you that?
Kaitlyn: Yeah, he loves Obama. Katie likes McCain, so does Trevor. They should get married.
K's Mom: Kaitlyn it's time to go home.
Kaitlyn (as she climbs in the car): Wouldn't it be exciting to have our first black President? I think Obama's going to win!
And off they went...
I think someone has a future in politics. That child is proof positive that the trickle-down theory does indeed work! (And I think mom was more than a bit surprised to hear who daddy was voting for!!)
Big debate tomorrow night...stay tuned.
Some people, however, do not share my taste in fall decor. They pump up the big old inflatable ghosts and pumpkins, some even have three or four of these festive dirigibles displayed proudly on their front lawn. (Much to the delight of my children!) While I don't love inflatable Frankensteins or skeletons, they're harmless, cute and fun.
What I have a problem with are people who choose to bedeck their homes with bloody body parts, corpses hanging from nooses and demons with claws swinging from the front porch.
These people must truly hate small children. Why else would you choose to transform your house into the set from "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" at a time of year when little children travel from home to home dressed as Disney Princesses and Power Rangers?
I literally have to change my travel routes at this time of year to avoid certain "Houses of Horror." For some reason my 8 year old and 4 year old are freaked out by corpses.
Another Halloween tradition I love is when people decide to jump out and scare kids as they approach their homes to get a Kit-Kat Bar. There are a few different techniques. There's the zombie with the candy bowl who sits perfectly still and then jumps at the kids when they reach in to snatch up the candy. BOOOOOO! Then there's the teen-age boys who answer the door with fake hatchets sticking out of their heads. Thanks alot you little punk!
And of course there are the homes with the strobe lights, cackling witch laugh soundtracks and black lights where Freddie Krueger pops out from behind the bushes. All that stuff is fun, when you're sixteen-but do you think these people could save it for after 8 pm when the elementary school crowd is home sorting their candy?
And don't even get me started on the Party Stores that feature a Halloween section. My kids won't go near these stores. Tomorrow, when both my kids are at school I have to make a Halloween store run by myself, because they are afraid to see the array of corpse brides and severed heads the store has displayed near the entrance.
I think I've made my point. Halloween is about kids and fun. Don't be a HalloWeenie. Save the "Night of the Living Dead" stuff for after the little ones are safe at home. (OR I'LL EGG YOUR HOUSE!)
"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear."
--- H.P. Lovecraft
I ventured up to 'Vegas for the Sounds of Spring festival, which was held last saturday at the RNA Showgrounds. Very fun, albeit muddy and slushy. We rode Daisy Hill and Underwood trails beforehand, which was mad. Just flowy, easy, fun trails.
The next day, following copious amounts of coffee, we rode Gap Creek Trails and Mount Cootha which was long pinchy climb, flowy descent, long pinchy climb, flowy descent etc. Except for a few times where it was a gradual switchback climb (phew!) and flowy descent. Nothing rough, though I will have to face my crap tecnique of creeping through off camber stuff anf hating riding in ruts!
Speaking of mating, my husband is going to be home early from work tonight, so I best get to cooking up some vittles!
Anyway, here we go.
Jane Doe asks...
What is your personality in real life? Outspoken or do you save it for your blog?
My blog pretty much reflects my personality. I'm pretty forthright, but not so much so that I hurt people's feelings. I try to be open minded. Although I do have strong opinions on certain subjects, I try not to shove those opinions down any one's throat and I respect other people's right to disagree with me.
Linda asks...How's your Dad doing?
Linda, thanks so much for asking. Last January 2nd was a really scary day for us. That day my father went in for surgery to repair his aorta. They told us the surgery would take about 4 or 5 hours. 11 hours later we were still sitting in the waiting room, with no word from anyone!! At about hour eight I was ready to poke my head in the operating room, just to ask how it was going. For some reason they wouldn't let me in!!! HOW RUDE.
Anyway, my dad is doing really great. Having an aortal dissection is usually fatal. Thanks to some amazing doctors at Columbia Presbyterian and Jersey Shore Medical Center my father managed to dodge the bullet TWICE, He is also incredibly determined and keeps up with his healthcare, which helps alot. We are so thankful that he is still with us. He's even playing tennis again!!
Angry Julie Monday...How did you get started playing tennis?
Since we're talking about my Dad this is a perfect subject. Both of my parents played tennis when I was a kid, and my Dad was REALLY into it. We started playing around on the court when I was around 7. That led to lessons and high school tennis. I put down my racquet when I went away to college. (I needed both hands for all the beers and jello shots I was consuming.)
I didn't play for about 20 years. I barely even worked out. Then, when I had my youngest daughter, five years ago I wanted to get back in shape without going to the gym. I joined a doubles league and tennis once again became a huge part of my life.
I can't say enough good things about it. It's a great social sport that you can play your entire life. There are people out on the court in their eighties. If you haven't tried it, YOU SHOULD!! (The bonus is, tennis outfits are SO cute!)
Oh and to answer your question La Petite Redhead...
It's NEVER too late to start playing tennis. Call your local club and ask if they have beginner clinics (which I'm sure they do!) Depending on your level of commitment, you will be playing games before you know it! Then I'll have another friend to talk tennis with!! Go, do it, right now...pick up the phone! You'll be glad you did.
Okay, that's all for now. I'll answer more questions later.
My youngest wants to do "Sand Art." Time to make a mess.
I've said this before, but since I love to repeat myself, I'll say it again. When I first heard about blogging I thought it was asinine. I couldn't believe anyone would bother sitting at a computer writing about the mundane events of their lives. What a skeptic I was.
Now here I am, 14 months and 520 posts later, completely immersed in it!
Is it egotistical to have a blog? Maybe a little, but I think it's a blast to have such a wonderful forum to share ideas with people from all over the world. YAY BLOGGING!!!
In the spirit of being vain and egotistical I'm going to assume that I'm interesting enough that you'd like to ask me questions about ME AND MY LIFE. (Yeah, that's right, bold, red and all caps, baby!)
Go ahead, ask me anything. I'm an open book.
Or take me down a few pegs and don't ask me anything, in which case I'll start writing about the election again!
Overheard in the Caffeine Court playroom.
Brad (My husband):
Girls, enough of the SpongeBob! Turn on something educational.
Catherine (My 5 year old): SpongeBob is educational!
Brad: It is? What does it teach you about?
You can't argue with that.
Check out this feature that was on CBS Evening News tonight.
This is my husband's uncle and the family bank in Orwell, VT.
Our federal government, Fannie and Freddie could learn a thing or two from the First National Bank of Orwell.
THESE guys know how to do business!!!
If the video doesn't work, try this link.
On the radio this morning a talk show host who is an older gentlemen talked about the election. He commented that Americans have always had different opinions and that's what makes this country great. He has noticed, as we all have, that we no longer seem to have a shared vision. Instead of acknowledging our differences and celebrating them, there is a strong feeling of hatred and divisiveness. I know there have been other times in history that our country has been strongly divided, such as during the Civil War and Vietnam, I just haven't been around to see it.
I guess this is why people talk about the weather, or sports and not politics or religion.
So, in that vein, did you see Beverly Hills Chihuahua yet? It's so cute. All those adorable little puppies running around. Precious I tell you, just precious.
I was pretty amazed that this woman would send such a controversial e-mail to so many people that she has casual friendships with...
I just cut and paste, so excuse any formatting or grammatical errors....Oh and let me warn you...this is a LONG post. Here goes:
This is a matter of opinion and opinions are like (well you know) everybody has one.
My personal opinion? I agree.
If after reading this email you disagree,
Please, no need to reply back to me.
Your opinion is yours and that's fine, just delete it.
A lot of Americans have become so insulated from reality that they imagine that
defeat without any inconvenience to themselves.
Pause a moment, reflect back.
These events are actual events from history..
They really happened!!!
Do you remember?
1. 1968 Bobby Kennedy was shot and killedby a Muslim male extremist.
2. In 1972 at the Munich Olympics, athletes were kidnapped and massacred by Muslim male extremists .
3. In 1979, the US Embassy in
4. During the 1980's a number of Americans were kidnapped in
5. In 1983, the US Marine barracks in
6. In 1985 the cruise ship Achille Lauro was Hijacked and a 70 year old American passenger was murdered and thrown overboard in his wheelchair by Muslim male extremists.
7. In 1985 TWA flight 847 was hijacked at
8. In 1988 , Pan Am Flight 103 was bombed by Muslim male extremists.
9. In 1993 the
10. In 1998, the US Embassies in
11. On 9/11/01, four airliners were hijacked; two were used as missiles to take down the World Trade Centers and of the remaining two, one crashed into the US Pentagon and the other was diverted and crashed by the passengers. Thousands of people were killedby Muslim male extremists.
12. In 2002 the
13. In 2002 reporter Daniel Pearl waskidnapped and murdered by-- you guessed it-- Muslim male extremists.
No, I really don't see a pattern here to justify profiling, do you? So, to ensure we Americans never offend anyone, particularly fanatics intent on killing us, airport security screeners will no longer be allowed to profile certain people... Absolutely No Profiling!
They mus t conduct random searches of 80-year-old women, little kids, airline pilots with proper identification, secret agents who are members of the President's security detail, 85-year old Congressmen with metal hips, and Medal of Honor winner and formerGovernor Joe Foss, but leave Muslim Males alone lest they be guilty of profiling.
According to The Book of Revelations:
The Anti-Christ will be a man, in his 40's, of MUSLIM descent, who will deceive the nations with persuasive language, and have a MASSIVE Christ-like appeal....the prophecy says that people will flock to him and he will promise false hope and world peace, and when he is in power, he will destroy everything.
For the award winning Act of Stupidity Of all times the People of America want to elect, to the most Powerful position on the face ofthe Planet -- The Presidency of the United states of America .. A Male of Muslim descent who is the most extremely liberal Senator in Congress (in other words an extremist) and in his 40's.
Have the American People completely lost their Minds, or just their Power of Reason ??? I'm sorry but I refuse to take a chance on the 'unknown' candidate Obama...
Let's send this to as many people as we can so that the Gloria Aldreds and other stupid attorneys along with Federal Justices that want to thwart common sense, feel ashamed of themselves -- if they have any such sense.
As the writer of the award winning story 'Forest Gump' so aptly put it,
'Stupid Is As Stupid Does'
Each opportunity that you have to send it to a friend or media outlet...do it!
Or again. Just delete if you disagree.
The following is the first reply sent to the entire list:
much of a rant, but i know a few things:
1) many republican ads are lies...we have one here about
anti-stem cell research that they have admitted is a lie, but have not
pulled the ads
2) the republicans are so vacant of ideas, all they can do is
attack...unfortunately it works...
3) palin is not ready to be president, and only she thinks she
is...she needs a brush up on 5th grade u.s. history and the
constitution,,,god help us...everyone says she did fine b/c she didn't
screw up...oh yea, that's great now all it takes to be pres, material
is to not screw up...
4) have you read mccain's economic plan which gives the grasshoppers
more b/c they'll spend it on the ants...the trickle down theory has
long been debunked.
5) the word maverick comes from a progressive texas family who
partiarch refused to brand his cattle...and who living members today
are members of the san antonio aclu...neither mccain nor palin are
mavericks, and if you don't believe me, read the article in the times hat quotes one of the family members (now in her 80's) about how
appalled she is that mccain brands himself that...and as history
shows, mavericks don't brand.
i'll take my chances with tanks in the streets b/c i don't believe the
right wing kooks who have hyjacked the america i grew up in that gave
us those liberal ideas like: social security, medicare, unemployment
insurance, clean water and air, tva, real emergency assistance, public
education, child labor laws, no smoking restaurants, consumer
protection, and the list goes on...oh by the way, someone should tell
the kooks that democracy is actually a liberal form of gov't, but
maybe they know that b/c they're the ones trying to take it away: voter
fraud excuses to deny voting rights to people, eaves dropping in
get gov't off our backs, let's start with the bailout of wall street,
aig and us car companies...totaling about 1 trillion dollars, but
heavens if we spend half that to make sure everyone can see a doctor
like every other civilized nation...get gov't off out backs, unless it's to tell women what they can and cannot do with their bodies...get
gov't off our backs, but don't take away our police, our fire
protection, our roads, our judicial system, our sewage and water
systems, our interstate commerce, and the list goes on.
Here is a reply to the rebuttal:
Obama is the next Hilter
Her reply: DO YOU MEAN ADOLPH HITLER!!!!? I DOUBT THAT
What the hell??? Even my e-mail isn't safe from all the mudslinging!! It's craziness I tell you...absolute madness!!!