Oh boy. Don't get me started on this one Kathy lol. I only heard about the
political lock in bit from my employee so far and find the
stomach nauseated with hype. Are you saying they didn't even stay after
the hoop-a-la? I like the jester bit :). Let's start seeing term limits, no
re-elects, publically funded campaigns with no lobby money and a impartial
audit of the books.
Brad
At 07:22 PM 7/18/2007, you wrote:
>Oh Phil,
>I love this one! At least, a new forward with a very true message. Thank
>you.This is up there with the Noah's Ark one.
>
> You know, I hate to say it, and I'll probably get in deep water for this
> one, but I have to admit that, last night, during that all night drama
> session, put on by our senators, who, evidently didn't even really stay
> there, I couldn't help but entertain thoughts of, well, shall we say,
> thoughts of proof that terrorism is alive and well in our world. Don't
> worry, I've repented, but I am just so frustrated with the crowd of
> jesters who claim to be running our country right now, who's main concern
> is getting re-elected, not preserving or protecting our nation, that I
> could scream!
>Kathy Who had better not say anything more for fear that the monitoring
>police will take her away and convict her of, conspiracy?
>
>
>At 02:56 PM 7/18/2007, you wrote:
>>Little Red Hen
>>
>>
>> Once upon a time, on a farm in Texas, there was a little red
>>hen who scratched about the barnyard until she uncovered quite a
>>few grains of wheat. She called all of her neighbors together and
>>said, "If we plant this wheat, we shall have bread to eat. Who
>>will help me plant it?"
>>
>> "Not I," said the cow.
>>
>> "Not I," said the duck.
>>
>> "Not I," said the pig.
>>
>> "Not I," said the goose.
>>
>> "Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen And so
>>she did and The wheat grew very tall and ripened into golden
>>grain. "Who will help me reap my wheat?" asked the little red
>>hen.
>>
>> "Not I," said the duck.
>>
>> "Out of my classification," said the pig.
>>
>> "I'd lose my seniority," said the cow.
>>
>> "I'd lose my unemployment compensation," said the goose.
>>
>> "Then I shall do it by myself," said the little red hen, and
>>so she did.
>>
>> At last it came time to bake the bread. "Who will help me
>>bake the bread?" asked the little red hen.
>>
>> "That would be overtime for me," said the cow.
>>
>> "I'd lose my welfare benefits," said the duck.
>>
>> "I'm a dropout and never learned how," said the pig.
>>
>> "If I'm to be the only helper, that's discrimination," said
>>the goose.
>>
>> "Then I shall do it by myself," said the little red hen.
>>
>> She baked five loaves and held them up for all of her
>>neighbors to see. They wanted some and, in fact, demanded a
>>share. But the little red hen said, "No, I shall eat all five
>>loaves."
>>
>> "Excess profits!" cried the cow. (Pelosi)
>>
>> "Capitalist leech!" screamed the duck. (Boxer)
>>
>> "I demand equal rights!" yelled the goose. (Jesse Jackson)
>>
>> The pig just grunted in disdain. (Hoffa)
>>
>> They all painted "Unfair!" picket signs and marched around
>>and around the little red hen, shouting obscenities.
>>
>> Then a government agent came, he said to the little red hen,
>>"You must not be so greedy."
>>
>> "But I earned the bread," said the little red hen.
>>
>> "Exactly," said the agent. "That is what makes our free
>>enterprise system so wonderful. Anyone in the barnyard can earn
>>as much as he wants. But under our modern government
>>regulations, the productive workers must divide the fruits of
>>their labor with those who are lazy and idle.)
>>
>> Then they all lived happily ever after, including the little
>>red hen, who smiled and clucked, "I am grateful, for now I truly
>>understand," But her neighbors became quite disappointed in her.
>>She never again baked bread because she joined the "party" and got
>>her bread free. And all the Democrats smiled. Fairness had been
>>established. Individual initiative had died, but nobody noticed;
>>perhaps no one cared as long as there was free bread that "the
>>rich" were paying for.
>>
>> Bill Clinton is getting $12 million for his memoirs. Hillary
>>got $8 million for hers. That's $20 million for memories from two
>>people, who for eight years, repeatedly testified, under oath,
>>that they couldn't remember anything.
>>
>> IS THIS A GREAT COUNTRY, OR WHAT?
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