Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Thought for any day

"No man who knows aught can be so stupid to deny that
all men naturally were born free."

The poet John Milton

(December 9, 1608–November 8, 1674)

Just for laughs...

Ralph and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital.

One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool, Ralph suddenly jumped into the deep end. He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there. Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled Ralph out.

When the Head Nurse became aware of Edna’s heroic act she immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, as she now considered her to be mentally stable.

When she went to tell Edna the news she said, “Edna, I have good news and bad news. The good news is you’re being discharged; since you were able to rationally respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of another patient, I have concluded that your act displays sound mindedness. The bad news is, Ralph, the patient you saved, hung himself with his bathrobe belt in the bathroom. I am so sorry, but he’s dead.”

Edna replied “He didn’t hang himself. I put him there to dry. How soon can I go?

Special thanks to http://howlsatmoon.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

It was 29 years ago today


Monday, December 7, 2009

On this day in history...




Saturday, December 5, 2009

History: It does repeat itself

From Fox News coverage of the nightclub fire in Perm, Russia, where 109 people were killed due to careless use of onstage pyrotechnics.



Very, very sad.

Awfully Yell-O?

Digital photos can be Photoshopped, colors can be changed or enhanced. But considering the diverse flesh tones of those in the background, this man has a definite yellow cast to his skin, signifying either jaundice or some other form of dis-ease, don't you think?

Children in Ghana: Are they just "cheap toss-aways"?





The Children of Sodom and Gomorrah
How Europe's Discarded Computers Are Poisoning Africa's Kids

By
Clemens Höges12/04/2009

People in the West throw away millions of old computers every year. Hundreds of thousands of them end up in Africa, where children try to eke out a living by selling the scrap. But the toxic elements in the waste are slowly poisoning them.

According to the Bible, God rained down fire and brimstone to destroy the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah. "Sodom and Gomorrah" is also what officials in Accra, Ghana, have come to call a part of their city plagued by toxins of a sort the residents of the Biblical cities couldn't even have imagined. No one sets foot in this place unless they absolutely have to.

Acrid, black smoke drifts over the huts of the slum. The river, too, is black and thick like used oil, as it carries empty computer cases toward the ocean. Fires are blazing on the bank across the way, fueled by foam and slivers of plastic. Their flames consume the plastic material from cables, plugs and motherboards, leaving behind only metal.

There's a wind today, blowing the smoke from these infernal fires low across the ground.

Breathing in too deeply is painful to the lungs, and the people tending the fires are sometimes nothing more than vague, foggy silhouettes.
One small, stooped figure makes his way between the fires. With one hand, the boy drags an old speaker through the ashes and dirt, pulling it along behind him on a cord. His other hand clutches a bag.

The speaker and the bag are all that belong to this boy, who bears the unusual first name of Bismarck, aside from the T-shirt and pants he's wearing. Fourteen-years-old but small for his age, Bismarck scours the ground for anything the older boys might have left behind after burning a batch of computers. It might be bits of copper cable, the motor from a hard drive, or leftover pieces of aluminum. The magnets in his speaker also pick up screws or steel plugs.
Bismarck drops everything he finds into his bag. Once the bag is half full, he can sell the metal and buy some rice, maybe a tomato too, or even a chicken drumstick grilled over a refurbished car wheel rim. But today, the boy says, he still hasn't found enough, and he disappears again into the smoke.

The time is coming soon...

...in the 49th Ward of Chicago to remember Freaky NuNu. He was killed the evening of 20DEC2008. Anyone remember that? Just across the street from Ald. Joe Moore's so-called sattelie office. Just across the street from the Jarvis L station.

Anybody out there remember that? Mmm...mmm...mmm. I guess the Ald., Joe Moore, forgot, didn't he. But he never acknowledged anything about Freaky (Isiah) anyway, did he?

I won't post his pictures, because they may have incriminated him.

So, how you doin', BOYZ? And where is his child, if one was expected?

OOOOOOOH

Yes, this is a screen capture of his Tuesday night speech
Da Bummer at his best, when he yaks and yaks for so long a time you could just....

Yes, I watched it and found it a snakepit of lies. If you didn't, please charge some effete item now, on your Visa, AMEX, Mastercard, or Discover card, right now: You know you want it anyway, right?

Do you think you may be creating jobs when you do this? Well, maybe outsourcing, overseas jobs. In India. Is that OK with you, bunky in Tennessee? Fine.

But not with me. I've been out of a job many times, but mostly because I am over-qualified. I know I could do better than that Rogers woman, though I am not a supporter of "the Won". She wore a better outfit than I could ever hope to afford, but it was ugla-fashon, designed by waiters in Paris, and because Desiree has no idea of Paris fashon, she shall remain in the dark area of the Barack Hussein Obama administration...but don't be surprised if she QUITS their sorry arses.