Inspiration And Information

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were. When they were growing up; what with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning.... Uphill... Barefoot... BOTH ways… yadda, yadda, yadda And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on my kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it! But now that I'm over the ripe old age of thirty, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today. You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia! And I hate to say it, but you kids today, you don't know how good you've got it! I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have the Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalog!! There was no email!! We had to actually write somebody a letter - with a pen! Th...

A couple had two little boys, ages 8 and 10, who were excessively mischievous. They were always getting into trouble and their parents knew that, if any mischief occurred in their town, their sons were probably involved. The boys' mother heard that a clergyman in town had been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her boys. The clergyman agreed, but asked to see them individually. So the mother sent her 8-year-old first, in the morning, with the older boy to see the clergyman in the afternoon. The clergyman, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly, "Where is God?".  The boy's mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there with his mouth hanging open, wide-eyed. So the clergyman repeated the question in an even sterner tone, "Where is God!!?" Again the boy made no attempt to answer. So the clergyman raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy's face a...

Thank you so much Ali  ( Letsgraph ) to have name me for the Prolific Blogger Award , how incredibly sweet. So I must follow the rules that accompany this award and pass it along to seven prolific bloggers I think are worthy of this accolade, but there are four items I must do in order to pass the love on to others & hereby accept this award: E ach Prolific Blogger Must: 1. Pass it on to at least 7 other deserving prolific bloggers. 2. Link to the blog from which he/she acquired the award. 3. Link back to this post which explains the origin and motivation for the award. 4. Visit this post and add his/her name in Mr. Linky so we may all get to know the other fellow winners. My 7 choices are as follows: 1. "I am in the papers " A blog where you laugh and joke alot. where everybody adore Bob. 2. "Discovering Eddie" An intimate blog in the life of a mother a her sons specially Eddie. 3. "The great Exploitation Proliferation" Walter'...

  Have we not come to such an impasse in the modern world that we must love our enemies - or else?  The chain reaction of evil - hate begetting hate, wars producing more wars - must be broken, or else we shall be plunged into the dark abyss of annihilation.   He who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it.   He who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it.   A genuine leader is not a searcher for consensus but a molder of consensus. A man can't ride your back unless it's bent. A man who won't die for something is not fit to live. A right delayed is a right denied. A riot is at bottom the language of the unheard. A nation or civilization that continues to produce soft-minded men purchases its own spiritual death on the installment plan. A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual doom....

"Brain cells come and brain cells go, but fat cells live forever." That's one of my all time favorite fat quotes. We're not here about the quotes though, let's do some comics, oh ok one more joke... Blond Joke A blonde was on vacation in the depths of Louisiana. She wanted a pair of genuine alligator shoes, but didn't want to pay the high prices. After unsuccessfully haggling with of one of the shopkeepers, the blonde said, "Maybe I'll just go out and catch my own alligator, so I can get a pair of shoes at a reasonable price." Later in the day, the shopkeeper spotted the young woman standing waist deep in the water, shotgun in hand. She took aim at an alligator, killed it and hauled it onto the swamp bank. Lying nearby were several more of the dead creatures. The shopkeeper watched in amazement as the blonde flipped the alligator on its back and shouted in frustration, "Damn, this one isn't wearing any shoes either."       ...