Monday, September 7, 2009
Decisions, decisons
You can say what you like about the morality of the Governor's actions, but if his choice was hiking...........
or getting together with Maria.................
Would you trust a man who chose the woods?
Inspired by W. R.
or getting together with Maria.................
Would you trust a man who chose the woods?
Inspired by W. R.
Friday, September 4, 2009
A vacation tragedy
Bob Hill and his new wife, Betty, were vacationing in Europe... as it happens, near Transylvania. They were driving in a rental car along a rather deserted highway. It was late and raining very hard. Bob could barely see the road in front of the car. Suddenly the car skidded out of control! Bob attempted to control the car, but to no avail! The car swerved and smashed into a tree.
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Moments later, Bob shook his head to clear the fog. Dazed, he looked over at the passenger seat and saw his wife unconscious, with her head bleeding! Despite the rain and unfamiliar countryside, Bob knew he had to get her medical assistance.
Bob carefully picked his wife up and began trudging down the road. After a short while, he saw a light. He headed towards the light, which was coming from a large, old house. He approached the door and knocked.
A minute passed. A small, hunched man opens the door. Bob immediately blurted, "Hello, my name is Bob Hill, and this is my wife Betty. We've been in a terrible accident, and my wife has been seriously hurt. Can I please use your phone?"
"I'm sorry," replied the hunchback, "but we don't have a phone. My master is a doctor; come in and I will get him!"
Bob brought his wife in.
An older man came down the stairs. "I'm afraid my assistant may have misled you. I am not a medical doctor; I am a scientist. However, it is many miles to the nearest clinic, and I have had a basic medical training. I will see what I can do. Igor, bring them down to the laboratory."
With that, Igor picked up Betty and carried her downstairs, with Bob following closely. Igor placed Betty on a table in the lab. Bob collapsed from exhaustion and his own injuries, so Igor placed Bob on an adjoining table.
After a brief examination, Igor's master looked worried. "Things are serious, Igor. Prepare a transfusion." Igor and his master work feverishly, but to no avail. Bob and Betty Hill are no more.
The Hills' deaths upset Igor's master greatly. Wearily, he climbed the steps to his conservatory, which houses his grand piano. For it is here that he has always found solace. He began to play, and a stirring, almost haunting melody filled the house.
Meanwhile, Igor was still in the lab tidying up. His eyes caught movement, and he noticed the fingers on Betty's hand twitch, keeping time to the haunting piano music. Stunned, he watched as Bob's arm began to rise, marking the beat! He was further amazed as Betty and Bob both sat up straight!
Unable to contain himself, he dashed up the stairs to the conservatory.
He burst in and shouted to his master:
"Master, Master! ..... The Hills are alive with the sound of music!"
Hat tip to everyone who sent me this....
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Moments later, Bob shook his head to clear the fog. Dazed, he looked over at the passenger seat and saw his wife unconscious, with her head bleeding! Despite the rain and unfamiliar countryside, Bob knew he had to get her medical assistance.
Bob carefully picked his wife up and began trudging down the road. After a short while, he saw a light. He headed towards the light, which was coming from a large, old house. He approached the door and knocked.
A minute passed. A small, hunched man opens the door. Bob immediately blurted, "Hello, my name is Bob Hill, and this is my wife Betty. We've been in a terrible accident, and my wife has been seriously hurt. Can I please use your phone?"
"I'm sorry," replied the hunchback, "but we don't have a phone. My master is a doctor; come in and I will get him!"
Bob brought his wife in.
An older man came down the stairs. "I'm afraid my assistant may have misled you. I am not a medical doctor; I am a scientist. However, it is many miles to the nearest clinic, and I have had a basic medical training. I will see what I can do. Igor, bring them down to the laboratory."
With that, Igor picked up Betty and carried her downstairs, with Bob following closely. Igor placed Betty on a table in the lab. Bob collapsed from exhaustion and his own injuries, so Igor placed Bob on an adjoining table.
After a brief examination, Igor's master looked worried. "Things are serious, Igor. Prepare a transfusion." Igor and his master work feverishly, but to no avail. Bob and Betty Hill are no more.
The Hills' deaths upset Igor's master greatly. Wearily, he climbed the steps to his conservatory, which houses his grand piano. For it is here that he has always found solace. He began to play, and a stirring, almost haunting melody filled the house.
Meanwhile, Igor was still in the lab tidying up. His eyes caught movement, and he noticed the fingers on Betty's hand twitch, keeping time to the haunting piano music. Stunned, he watched as Bob's arm began to rise, marking the beat! He was further amazed as Betty and Bob both sat up straight!
Unable to contain himself, he dashed up the stairs to the conservatory.
He burst in and shouted to his master:
"Master, Master! ..... The Hills are alive with the sound of music!"
Hat tip to everyone who sent me this....
Birther nonsense??
Yeah, I know this is all just "Birther" nonsense. But......
As of today, September 4, 2009, this Affidavit has been filed with the United States District Court in Southern California ~ represented by Orly Taitz.
This is a legal affidavit that declares Lucas Smith to be of sound mind and judgement. Lucas can go to jail if he lied on this affidavit.
The document (Certified COPY of Obama Kenyan Birth Certificate) you see here, once it is validated by the court, is pretty much the proverbial “smoking gun.”
Link to Birther nonesense.
Hat tip to Larry P!
Honor among Lefties
Vanity Fair has went to Levi for a hatchet piece on Sarah Palin. You will have to Google it if you are interested in such.
For Levi is an honourable man;
So are they all; all honourable men
But Levi says she was ambitious;
And Levi is an honourable man….
With no sense of shame....
And what is the honorable Levi's claim to fame?
He has knocked up her daughter, fed from her table and now complains.
But Levi is an honorable man....so they are all honorable men... Aren't they?
(With apologies to Wm. S.
For Levi is an honourable man;
So are they all; all honourable men
But Levi says she was ambitious;
And Levi is an honourable man….
With no sense of shame....
And what is the honorable Levi's claim to fame?
He has knocked up her daughter, fed from her table and now complains.
But Levi is an honorable man....so they are all honorable men... Aren't they?
(With apologies to Wm. S.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Bits and pieces
Yesterday WWII came to a close in 1945. I still remember how happy everyone was and how I was convinced, despite my Mom’s warning that my Dad and uncles would not be home immediately. It took six months but one day he just walked through the door. My uncles made it home over the next few months.
We were lucky. None were killed. 416,800 others never made it back.
I think of that every time some idiot Leftie starts off telling us that we shouldn’t have dropped the bomb. Of course we should have. It probably saved at least 200,000 American lives and that’s good enough for me.
And I know that’s a point that’s been made time and again, but it is also true. And in today’s world the truth needs repeating regularly.
Pulled up the cucumber vines. They were still blooming but the cucumbers were dampening off at the end. But we have plenty of pickle relish.
I called our local School Supt. He said he had just found out about Obama’s speech next Tuesday and hadn’t discussed it with his staff. He is either lying or oblivious. Neither is acceptable. Since he said “Obama is our President,” I think I know what his decision will be.
I briefly thought of telling him that since “our” was the possessive form of “we” I assumed that he thought we owned Obama but I didn’t want to correct the head school master.
The tomato plants are next. I shall get them this PM or tomorrow. I set out Better Boys and Better Girls and challenged them to race each other. They came in a dead heat. The cold spell after the first crop ripened hurt the secondary fruit considerably. They were smaller and tough but tasted good and the green ones fried well.
My youngest just dropped by for a visit and told me that in Thousand Oaks, CA an Obamie supporter had rushed across the street and attacked a group of anti-health care reform demonstrators and bit a finger off one of Obamie’s enemies. The finger became lodged in the attacker’s throat and he had to be rushed to the hospital.
No doubt the unpatriotic anti-health care supporter will be charged with trying to choke the Obamie minion.
The okra continues to grow. I now have to use a step ladder to pick them. They should produce for another month and I plan on freezing five or six more meals. I have read where the seeds can be dried and crushed and used as coffee.
Our fascination with Obama continues. He is continually described as FDR by members of the Left who then demand that he govern as FDR. It doesn’t seem to come to them that the rest of the country figured out he is a Jimmy not a Franklin and that there are too many information sources for him to rule by speeches.
But he will try.
We were lucky. None were killed. 416,800 others never made it back.
I think of that every time some idiot Leftie starts off telling us that we shouldn’t have dropped the bomb. Of course we should have. It probably saved at least 200,000 American lives and that’s good enough for me.
And I know that’s a point that’s been made time and again, but it is also true. And in today’s world the truth needs repeating regularly.
Pulled up the cucumber vines. They were still blooming but the cucumbers were dampening off at the end. But we have plenty of pickle relish.
I called our local School Supt. He said he had just found out about Obama’s speech next Tuesday and hadn’t discussed it with his staff. He is either lying or oblivious. Neither is acceptable. Since he said “Obama is our President,” I think I know what his decision will be.
I briefly thought of telling him that since “our” was the possessive form of “we” I assumed that he thought we owned Obama but I didn’t want to correct the head school master.
The tomato plants are next. I shall get them this PM or tomorrow. I set out Better Boys and Better Girls and challenged them to race each other. They came in a dead heat. The cold spell after the first crop ripened hurt the secondary fruit considerably. They were smaller and tough but tasted good and the green ones fried well.
My youngest just dropped by for a visit and told me that in Thousand Oaks, CA an Obamie supporter had rushed across the street and attacked a group of anti-health care reform demonstrators and bit a finger off one of Obamie’s enemies. The finger became lodged in the attacker’s throat and he had to be rushed to the hospital.
No doubt the unpatriotic anti-health care supporter will be charged with trying to choke the Obamie minion.
The okra continues to grow. I now have to use a step ladder to pick them. They should produce for another month and I plan on freezing five or six more meals. I have read where the seeds can be dried and crushed and used as coffee.
Our fascination with Obama continues. He is continually described as FDR by members of the Left who then demand that he govern as FDR. It doesn’t seem to come to them that the rest of the country figured out he is a Jimmy not a Franklin and that there are too many information sources for him to rule by speeches.
But he will try.
I met a little man upon the stairs
A little man who was not there.
I met him again today
Oh how I wish
He'd go away
I like this.
Hat tip to Bill T!
Link
I met him again today
Oh how I wish
He'd go away
I like this.
From The London Times:
A Well-Planned Retirement
Outside England 's Bristol Zoo there is a parking lot
for 150 cars and 8 buses. For 25 years, its
parking fees were managed by a very pleasant
attendant. The fees were £1 for cars ($1.40),
£5 for busses (about $7).
Then, one day, after 25 solid years of never missing
a day of work, he just didn't show up; so the Zoo
Management called the City Council and asked it
to send them another parking agent.
The Council did some research and replied that the
parking lot was the Zoo's own responsibility.
The Zoo advised the Council that the attendant was
a City employee.
The City Council responded that the lot attendant
had never been on the City payroll.
Meanwhile, sitting in his villa somewhere on the coast of Spain
(or some such scenario), is a man who'd apparently had a
ticket machine installed completely on his own; and then
had simply begun to show up every day, commencing
to collect and keep the parking fees, estimated at about
$560 per day -- for 25 years.
Assuming 7 days a week, this amounts to just over
$7 million dollars!
.....
And no one even knows his name.
Hat tip to Bill T!
Link
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