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A group for those who have a complaint, idea, or somthing is bothering you. Treated unfairly in the employment world,the Mother In law from Hell, or just plain rude people. If your face is red and your blood pressure is high, it is time to Sound Off! Oh yes, random polls taken!
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Public Restrooms
This was send to me by a cousin, and I am sure it has circulated the net, but I thought it was worth posting, as there is not one woman reading this that has not somehow ending up with one of more of the things lasted in the article. For all women,,,,enjoy, and cary kleenex in you purse!
The Truth about Public Restrooms
When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a
line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your
turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.
Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the
woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the
wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for
the modern 'seat covers' (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is
handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one,
but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your
neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR! ),
yank down your pants, and assume ' The Stance.'!
In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to
shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to
wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold 'The Stance.'
To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what
you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you
can hear your mother's voice saying, 'Honey, if you had tried to clean
the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!' Your thighs
shake more.
You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on
yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse
around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle
yourself at the same time). That would have to do. You crumple it in the
puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work.
The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of
your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of
the toilet. 'Occupied!' you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping
your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your
footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT . It is
wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late.
Your bare bottom has made con tact with every imaginable germ and life
form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper -
not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that
your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're
certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because,
frankly, dear, 'You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could
get.'
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is
so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire
hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water
that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The
flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto
the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.
At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water
and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum
wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to
the sinks.
You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the
automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper
towel and walk past the line of women still waiting.
You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at
the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing
from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper
from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly,
'Here, you just might need this.'
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered,
used, and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, 'What took you so
long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?'
This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public
restrooms (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to
the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other
commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs.
It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand
you Kleenex under the door!
This HAD to be written by a woman! No one else could describe it
so accurately!
Send this to all women that need a good laugh AND, don't forget
to have a mammogram!!!!!! It could save your life!
A Friend Is Like A Good Bra...
Hard to Find
Supportive
Comfortable
Always Lifts You Up
Never Lets You Down or Leaves You Hanging
And Is Always Close To Your Heart!!!
The Truth about Public Restrooms
When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a
line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your
turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.
Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the
woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the
wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for
the modern 'seat covers' (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is
handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one,
but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your
neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR! ),
yank down your pants, and assume ' The Stance.'!
In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to
shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to
wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold 'The Stance.'
To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what
you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you
can hear your mother's voice saying, 'Honey, if you had tried to clean
the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!' Your thighs
shake more.
You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on
yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse
around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle
yourself at the same time). That would have to do. You crumple it in the
puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work.
The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of
your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of
the toilet. 'Occupied!' you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping
your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your
footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT . It is
wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late.
Your bare bottom has made con tact with every imaginable germ and life
form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper -
not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that
your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're
certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because,
frankly, dear, 'You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could
get.'
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is
so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire
hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water
that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The
flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto
the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.
At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water
and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum
wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to
the sinks.
You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the
automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper
towel and walk past the line of women still waiting.
You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at
the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing
from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper
from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly,
'Here, you just might need this.'
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered,
used, and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, 'What took you so
long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?'
This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public
restrooms (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to
the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other
commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs.
It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand
you Kleenex under the door!
This HAD to be written by a woman! No one else could describe it
so accurately!
Send this to all women that need a good laugh AND, don't forget
to have a mammogram!!!!!! It could save your life!
A Friend Is Like A Good Bra...
Hard to Find
Supportive
Comfortable
Always Lifts You Up
Never Lets You Down or Leaves You Hanging
And Is Always Close To Your Heart!!!
TG Doesn’t Necessarily Mean Thank Goodness
By JacLynn Rose
In late 1948 a child was born we shall just call Jack. He was born by all outward appearances a male child with one exception. The tissue that would normally close where a vagina and uterus would be in a female didn’t close. The doctors took it upon themselves to help Mother Nature finish what it seemed to have started. Why would they do such a thing without asking? “It’s better for the child and parents not to know.”
This child grew up slowly adapting to the world around him. As a baby he suckled his mother’s breast as any child would do in those days when possible. He had diapers and little boy toys, rattles, teddy bear and possibly a play pen to keep him out of trouble. He may have had special parents and possibly, just possibly have exceptional parents. This child had neither. He had an ordinary mother and a father who he never met until much later in his life. This child also had a hidden time bomb ticking in his body. The time bomb was gender awareness.
Nineteen forty eight, no one openly talked about sex or for that matter gender unless it was in a college as an course on sexuality for medical students. They were taught that children are born male and female. Little was known about the in-betweens, born both male and female. The course of action was to choose which seemed more likely. The doctors would have better odds at a casino. It was 50/50 they would get it right. Why? They didn’t know about the hidden time bomb’s fuse being lit as they chose for this child his or her future for them. The saying was it’s easier to raise a pole than dig a hole. What about all the extra parts they didn’t see? The malformed uterus or they may have descended an ovary instead of a testicle.
What about the parents of this child? In most cases they were not told. This is called unnatural selection. A doctor made the decision to change this child into a future medicated, rebellious and troubled child. So what if it was better for the parents not to know… they will find out in the end and the results has many endings.
The child will grow up to feel not part of their social group, boys to men, girls to women. They may be called queer, homos, dykes, butch and a myriad of other names which may or may not stick the rest of their lives. The child may decide to hide all these feelings until they can no longer live with the shame they feel inside themselves for being “different”. They may turn to drugs to bury these feelings inside a cloud of nothingness and eventually become a burden on society by being jailed, or put in a mental hospital until they change the feelings they have to suit man.
Children start out as blank slates, with a few commonalities with their parents and some with siblings if they have any. The first born of a diverse child will have it the hardest. He or she will be expected to be a girl or boy. Why? It’s not natural for them to be the opposite of what they were born. From the beginning they are bombarded with boy toys or girl toys. Pink ribbons or a football. Frilly dresses or blue jeans to play in the dirt. What about the girl who wants to wear blue jeans? Does she defy the norm? In 1948 she would. How about the boy… what has he got to look forward too. A girl will be a tomboy and most will not make a fuss over that, but a boy comes into the living room with his sister’s dress on… lord oh mighty… the room stops and begins the rumors, the child’s a sissy, he got too much attention from his mother, where did the parents go wrong? They didn’t.
Children experiment finding themselves as they grow. Left alone they could and possibly would become productive adults. Pushing them into rolls they don’t feel right in and they may grow unsure of themselves, low paying jobs in their future or driven to be a perfectionist to please who… the ones who labeled them sissy, homo, dyke and so on.
Parents learned from their parents what a child is supposed to be. So it is set in stone thou shalt not stray from the written word of the forefather’s demands of who we as children will be, least we be put out and lost in a society of degenerates, to maybe become the same as the degenerates children are put with and the abuse goes on. Soon the child becomes part of the underground, maybe joining a gang of other tossed out diverse children to become worse than they started out when they had the door slammed on them. The question unanswered, what went wrong with my child?
What went wrong with my child? The child, Jack was born… changed by people he never knew to be handed to a mother and father with a defect even they did not know was there. The fuse shortens. The child doesn’t live up to the expectations of the parents so they take on the blame but does not want the world to know how bad parents they were… enters denial… I can’t make mistakes with raising my child so it isn’t happening, it’s not my fault, don’t blame me. The child is acting out. The child is rebellious because he or she isn’t getting her way. The child is broken… the fuse shortens.
The child is sent to doctors to find out why this child born of good parents could be broken. Tests are run. A psychiatrist is called in to find out if there’s brain damage… after all the parents are in the dark about why the child acts the way he or she does.
Let’s move forward about ten years. The child has been under a doctors care for ten years now… children have a built in mechanism, if they tell me I am defective then I must be. I’m not anyone of worth or else why would I be seeing a doctor to try to fix me? The fuse is about two thirds gone.
In the case of boys/men… ok if it’s a man they want I will become what I see a man being, rough, tough and an uncaring bread winner. If they go on with this attitude they may be able to suppress the urges that are hiding in the recesses of their mind. “Just a fantasy” is all it is. The pills they take suppress this fantasy but also suppress something else… feeling. The man/child gets married, has a child of his own but feels nothing for this child. Why, he is medicated so much he doesn’t know how to show affection. The family falls apart. The fuse is now almost gone… the man/child is 25 years old, depressed and now alone again.
A memory appears, something from in the past… it comes headlong and without anything to stop it the man/child is baffled about the feelings. He goes to a doctor and tells the doctor he has feelings for other men. He is sent to another doctor who tells him he may be homosexual. Or maybe he doesn’t see a doctor at all and just acts on these feelings. Goes to a gay bar and is picked up, has a relationship that lasts only long enough for his partner to become tired of the constant sameness of the relationship. We are at the end of the fuse… the powder is beginning to burn.
The man/child begins to wonder if everyone was right and he is defective. What do you do with a defective part in a car? We throw it away. The casing on this bomb is now in the beginnings of splitting open.
The man/child tries another marriage. Another child is born… the man/child still has the feeling he is wrong but what to do with these feelings? Suppress them as much as possible. He has now become a drug user or alcoholic to hide the feelings that are pressing forward in his mind. The more drugs he takes the less he feels.
One day he finds he is 40 years old and divorced again. He must be defective. The casing in the bomb has split and the explosion is beginning. There doesn’t seem to be anyway to stop this devastation from occurring. It is slowed by following his feelings, but the family increases the pressure until they are estranged from knowing him. His friends leave but the man/child doesn’t know it because he is always on drugs or drunk. He is about to not become a problem anymore. Another fifth of a second and it will be over, Jack will be dead and the feelings gone. He will no longer hurt.
The ones left behind will call him eccentric, non-conforming, a bad seed or just worthless and always has been.
This doesn’t just happen to men/boys, it happens to women/girls… they are drugged into invisibility. They no longer exist so problem solved. Or is it? What about the next child who is born and the doctor doesn’t tell the parents there may be a problem when the child grows up. What about the doctors who impose their own brand of repair on this child, will the child become another Jack or Jill? Will they go through 40 years of not knowing they were just born with a birth defect? Will the doctors ever come out of the closet and see the reality that Mother Nature is not perfect and makes errors at times. How many we may never know because the errors disappear before a theory can be proved and repaired by surgery and understanding.
Plagiarism
The other day I got an email from an aunt. She lives in a community about 50 miles from me. She had received an email from their niece from back east somewhere. When I opened it up I was shocked to see a poem I had written a few weeks ago and posted in only one spot, another poetry room. Even though it was copyrighted the poem was copied and sent through heaven only knows how many other emails and finally back to me with someone elses name on it. If someone wants to write... write their own damn stuff. Does anyone wonder why I don't post my writing now? This is the second time in as many months I have found stories or poetry that were my creations with someone elses name on it. It has happened right here in Eon's. I have been searching for stories that have been mine and found several that had been taken word for word from another chatroom and posted here. I have talked with the owner of the room where these were posted and the plagiarized postings have been deleted but I am still finding more. Chatrooms are so ripe with users be careful of what your posting. Do you want to keep it as yours only or do you mind it being taken from you and someone else get the glory? Who knows, it could come back to you in a email.
Oil Profits in Iraq
"WASHINGTON — Iraq has benefited handsomely from this year's surge in oil prices and is well-positioned financially to shoulder a greater share of its own economic and security needs, the U.S. government's accounting watchdog concluded in a report released Tuesday."
The above statement was from another group I am on and I'm angered that:
The 40% of the people in the United STates are so gullible, and the 60% are so intelligent about this.
America could have all those profits here doing social things here for the people here and yet Liberals in office will not do anything about it for they want to be the parents of us. They want to hold our hands, like some child.
They were told by the people in the know that it would take 1 year to see oil coming up in the oceans, the workers, but NO the Liberals would rather see what our grandparents saw a "DEPRESSION" here in the United States and people without jobs, which is starting all ready in this country. I'm angered yes, at that affect it is having to the people I love and whatever the Liberals say will not change how I feel.
They are making America look like some stupid country with stupid people in it, except them in office. They are so out of touch with real America. All the Liberals in office want is for us to have no freedoms or rights and to be silence. We are not their children. If this kills those around me that I love they will hear from me loud and clear.
Gullible people believe everything someone else says instead of finding out for themselves. Most of them can't even read when they graduate from high school or college and sometimes you see this in the paper you read, etc. When asked on the street who is the Vice President they don't know, but not of the actor or actress in the news.
I'll send you the experiment Penn and Teller did with the symbol of water in reply.
The above statement was from another group I am on and I'm angered that:
The 40% of the people in the United STates are so gullible, and the 60% are so intelligent about this.
America could have all those profits here doing social things here for the people here and yet Liberals in office will not do anything about it for they want to be the parents of us. They want to hold our hands, like some child.
They were told by the people in the know that it would take 1 year to see oil coming up in the oceans, the workers, but NO the Liberals would rather see what our grandparents saw a "DEPRESSION" here in the United States and people without jobs, which is starting all ready in this country. I'm angered yes, at that affect it is having to the people I love and whatever the Liberals say will not change how I feel.
They are making America look like some stupid country with stupid people in it, except them in office. They are so out of touch with real America. All the Liberals in office want is for us to have no freedoms or rights and to be silence. We are not their children. If this kills those around me that I love they will hear from me loud and clear.
Gullible people believe everything someone else says instead of finding out for themselves. Most of them can't even read when they graduate from high school or college and sometimes you see this in the paper you read, etc. When asked on the street who is the Vice President they don't know, but not of the actor or actress in the news.
I'll send you the experiment Penn and Teller did with the symbol of water in reply.
Made in USA - Shops
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A real good sight for you and others to use. I'm going on there to buy some Christmas items - American Made - to help Americans here in the United States.
A real good sight for you and others to use. I'm going on there to buy some Christmas items - American Made - to help Americans here in the United States.
Made in America
Over the last weeks I have been working on a project that was supposedly made in America. It a kit for an R/C aircraft. Doesn't matter which kit it is from this company but it says Made in America all over the box. Ok, I give... what part, the building guide? I have found parts that I know for a fact were never seen on American soil because I was in the business of selling R/C planes and cars for almost six years. The parts I am seeing are made in Malaysia, China, Viet Nam (ya right we bombed the shit out of them now we are paying them to send us parts for our hobbies) and parts that may have been assembled in America from parts that were made in these and other countries. Who the hell do they think they are kidding. Go buy a Chevy... mid-line and look at the electronics... does it say made in America on it? Hell no... Let's look at a Ford... some of the motors come from Japan, others from Canada... we do make the Ford's Diesel but guess what, it has a Bosch fuel injection system, made in Germany. Dodge's Cummin's Diesel has Bosch injection in it too. The radio.... Bose... made in Japan but sent here in parts and assembled. Were the hell is RCA? It's in France, Zenith now is owned by Goldstar and Magnavox, Sylvania, Philco (Ford at one time) are all owned by North American Phillips AKA Norelco of Holland. How do I know this? I was also a TV/VCR tech for 30 years. Litton microwaves are gone... they were made in America until the foreign companies who are subsidized by their country to make cheap microwaves that sell for $39 bucks and will last $39 bucks worth.
The biggies are reviving old names from the fifties, Crosley, Hoffman and others. What are they? The are rebadged Malaysian knock offs. Hoffman made the first customer cost effective color television and it sold for about $900 bucks in the early fifties. We only had one channel that broadcast color and it was only a few times a week. Now you buy a Hoffman, it's shit, made as cheap as possible to get it through the first year which oddly enough is the warranty.
Zenith televisions had a saying, "The quality goes in before the name goes on." Now all but a few cheap radios have the Zenith name.
Go to Germany and buy a television. First you have to license it, the it is taxed every year. Buying it is culture shock when you look at the price. The price includes the cost of recycling it. Same with there cars. Why are they building cars that have to be recycled? That's the best economical way of producing products and believe me they pay for it. A Blaupunct radio will cost $1100 bucks there. You can buy one her but it never saw Germany in it's life, it probably came out of China.
Motorcycles. Ok, we have the Harley... Made in America... This is very cool. But now we have scooters coming out of China that when they break down, and they will, you can't get parts for them. Why, the import taxes make it impossible to repair it. Might as just well junk it and buy a new piece of shit from the same company. We have a 1973 Yamaha 250, yes it was made in Japan. It still runs 35 years after it was built. Does the car made in America in the same year still run as good as the day it was made in 1973? Not many made it past the warranty period before becoming rebar for a bridge somewhere. We have a 1954 Plymouth sitting in the garage. It needs work and has problems... not from use but rather from sitting for so long the wires have fallen apart from heat. 30 minutes or so and we could have the engine running again. We keep it because it is solid and has craftsmanship in the frame. I am guilty as many are of having a car not made in America, a Hyundai Accent, why? I bought it new. The Chevy I was looking at had very pretty plastic all over the place. It's engine was so small I doubt have 60,000 miles it could move the car like my Hyundai still moves mine. I owned a Chevy.. as a mater of fact several. The best one was a 1968 Impala with a six cylinder engine in it. I put the engine in the car when the 307 give up at 90k miles. The six gave us almost 30 MPG and pulled the car around quite nicely thank you very much. My 1974 Impala had a 350 V8 that at best got 14 MPG until I changed the carb out for a fuel efficient one and I got 19 MPG. Not a great difference, but the car was Made in America. The computer I am writing this on I built from parts supplied from China, Malaysia and Japan. We have two Hewlett Packard lap tops, guess where they were made? China. How do I know this... I tracked them by UPS tracking and both came over the poles from China to Chicago, to Tennessee, to Salt Lake and then to Boise and finally to where I live. The plane it flew on was a 777 built by Boeing Aircraft and it has a Sony heads up display for flight controls. I have no idea where all the rest of the parts come from but I know it was built here, not made here in America. So why should I expect a model of the same plane to be built here? I don't... Rant over.
The biggies are reviving old names from the fifties, Crosley, Hoffman and others. What are they? The are rebadged Malaysian knock offs. Hoffman made the first customer cost effective color television and it sold for about $900 bucks in the early fifties. We only had one channel that broadcast color and it was only a few times a week. Now you buy a Hoffman, it's shit, made as cheap as possible to get it through the first year which oddly enough is the warranty.
Zenith televisions had a saying, "The quality goes in before the name goes on." Now all but a few cheap radios have the Zenith name.
Go to Germany and buy a television. First you have to license it, the it is taxed every year. Buying it is culture shock when you look at the price. The price includes the cost of recycling it. Same with there cars. Why are they building cars that have to be recycled? That's the best economical way of producing products and believe me they pay for it. A Blaupunct radio will cost $1100 bucks there. You can buy one her but it never saw Germany in it's life, it probably came out of China.
Motorcycles. Ok, we have the Harley... Made in America... This is very cool. But now we have scooters coming out of China that when they break down, and they will, you can't get parts for them. Why, the import taxes make it impossible to repair it. Might as just well junk it and buy a new piece of shit from the same company. We have a 1973 Yamaha 250, yes it was made in Japan. It still runs 35 years after it was built. Does the car made in America in the same year still run as good as the day it was made in 1973? Not many made it past the warranty period before becoming rebar for a bridge somewhere. We have a 1954 Plymouth sitting in the garage. It needs work and has problems... not from use but rather from sitting for so long the wires have fallen apart from heat. 30 minutes or so and we could have the engine running again. We keep it because it is solid and has craftsmanship in the frame. I am guilty as many are of having a car not made in America, a Hyundai Accent, why? I bought it new. The Chevy I was looking at had very pretty plastic all over the place. It's engine was so small I doubt have 60,000 miles it could move the car like my Hyundai still moves mine. I owned a Chevy.. as a mater of fact several. The best one was a 1968 Impala with a six cylinder engine in it. I put the engine in the car when the 307 give up at 90k miles. The six gave us almost 30 MPG and pulled the car around quite nicely thank you very much. My 1974 Impala had a 350 V8 that at best got 14 MPG until I changed the carb out for a fuel efficient one and I got 19 MPG. Not a great difference, but the car was Made in America. The computer I am writing this on I built from parts supplied from China, Malaysia and Japan. We have two Hewlett Packard lap tops, guess where they were made? China. How do I know this... I tracked them by UPS tracking and both came over the poles from China to Chicago, to Tennessee, to Salt Lake and then to Boise and finally to where I live. The plane it flew on was a 777 built by Boeing Aircraft and it has a Sony heads up display for flight controls. I have no idea where all the rest of the parts come from but I know it was built here, not made here in America. So why should I expect a model of the same plane to be built here? I don't... Rant over.
Safety Seats for Kids
The Government (Pelosi, and Liberal Congress) wanted Safety Seats for kids, but now with the gasoline shortage they want everyone to go into a smaller car. The Safety Seats are way too big and now the passenger to ride in the car has to get his or her knees to the baseboard with the air bag in it. If in a accident the passenger will die. So parents with children will need to have a bigger vehicle to get around in. How I know this I saw this done yesterday and I shook my head at ignorant Congress and Environmentalists.
They want you to do something great for kids and now they are stepping back and not thinking of the consequences this will bring on all parents with children.
Sure have the passenger like the father die in a automobile accident or the mother because they want smaller cars. They don't want to save Americans, they want to kill Americans.
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They want you to do something great for kids and now they are stepping back and not thinking of the consequences this will bring on all parents with children.
Sure have the passenger like the father die in a automobile accident or the mother because they want smaller cars. They don't want to save Americans, they want to kill Americans.
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Firefighters
I was saddened today by a story that someone sent me regarding one of the two firefighters from Washington State, that were killed in the NorCal fires. One was 18, and the other was 49. Both gave their lives. What a travesty for both families. I couldn't help but see the age difference, and yet each had the same goal which they died for. Many consolations go out to these families. A Mother of an one and four daughters, and a wife of the other. I do not know these people, but it stirs my heart with compassion as I think of their tremendous losses and hear the heart wrenching stories of each person. I for one, will hug my family tonight, just a little closer and a little harder, while I say a prayer for those that are mourning their loved ones. Thank you God for these two men, who are now in your care and keeping, where there is no more pain or suffering.
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TOOO Cute
I hope you sent this to the person that called you a drunk..This is so cute,,,,,thank you for the chuckle. Tauna
