Irregular Times Diaries: Unfit Discussion

Look at what’s going on in seemingly sedate Central NY:

Whoda thunk? The “if you need a ride” note at the top adds a nice touch.

I am so sick and tired of hearing people say that the sky is falling, and talk about global warming as if it is actually taking place. Why do they keep suppressing the truth? Why won’t they let the public hear about the real scientific measurements that are taking place?

There is an alternative hypothesis that the liberal media never talks about: The Solar Hypothesis. The Solar Hypothesis acknowledges that there was a period of warming, but observes that temperatures in many places on Earth are now actually cooling! It’s true! It’s happening right now, and if you don’t believe me, then I challenge you to start observing temperatures yourself instead of just accepting what Al Gore is telling you.

The Solar Hypothesis holds that there are cycles of warming and cooling of the Earth’s atmosphere, but that these cycles of warming and cooling happen because of differences in the intensity of energy from the Sun as it hits the Earth, not because of human pollution.

The truth that Al Gore doesn’t want you to know is that temperatures all across the United States have been getting cooler for a long time now - for months, since late August last year.

Will there be a warming trend after this cooling trend is done? Sure. That’s only natural. In fact, scientists who adhere to the Solar Hypothesis predict that there will be a short warming trend starting sometime soon and extending to the end of July, all across the Northern Hemisphere.

But, right now, there is a cooling trend, not global warming! This cooling trend is part of a cycle, which real scientists understand. It gets warmer, and colder, and warmer again. Nothing to worry about.

This morning, for example, there was a region-wide warming trend, and maybe that’s what the global warming econuts are all worried about. But, there is a current cooling trend. The Solar Hypothesis predicts this, noting that the effect of the sun is getting weaker right now, and is weakening all the time. At 6:05, as I write this, the temperature is about 45 degrees, but by the end of the night, it could well be below freezing!

Take that, Al Gore. How is that global warming? The temperature is getting colder, you envirofascist!

Never mind what the scientific establishment says about this study and that study. You know, you can get research to say anything you want to. You can trust me because I’m asking you to think logically, and I trust your intelligence, unlike those pointy headed university welfare cases.

Just look around you and think. While you slept last night, dreaming the Green dreams that the Earth Firsters put into your head, the USA was getting colder, not warmer! Well, how could it be getting cooler if there is global warming?

You know the answer. It can’t! Global warming is a hoax.

For the benefit of readers who don’t know me: Wink!

The Adventists are building a new wellness center on the campus of their university. The university is blessed with a forward-looking management team, and they are in laboratory trials for a cure for aging.

Don Juan Ponce de Leon was looking around in Florida in 1513 for a fountain of youth. Little did he know he should have been looking for “cookies of youth” instead of a “fountain of youth”.

The research professor (pictured above, click to enlarge) “is constantly searching for ways to make her cookies healthier”. She uses margarine, sugar, eggs, baking soda, and white flour in her anti-aging cookies (ingredients at left, click to enlarge). The professor makes a batch of 288 of these special cookies at a time, and they are quickly snapped up!

The experiments have gone well. According to this eminent scientist, students experience a “calming” and “rejuvenating” effect on eating these wonder cookies.

With the research breakthroughs at the Adventist university, the wellness center will be booked solid. If these cookies really do “rejuvenate” (to make youthful), as the research professor claims, the world will be standing in line.

This is probably the first scientific study in which cookies actually make people younger!

source:

http://adventistsnotcult.blogspot.com/2008/01/priming-pump.html

It looks like Hillary Clinton is going to come in third in the Iowa caucuses - a humiliation, given that she was, just a month or so ago, described as the “inevitable” Democratic candidate. Furthermore, she’s not even close to Barack Obama - more than eight percentage points behind.

Heads are going to roll in the Clinton for President campaign. Don’t expect Hillary Clinton to give up yet, but DO expect some of her staff to get canned.

And Bill Clinton? What is Bill Clinton going to be doing tonight?

“Honey, I’ve got to go fill up the car with gasoline, before the hundred dollar a barrel oil drives the price above four dollars per gallon. I’ll be back soon… in March or so. Save me a Snickers Bar.”

I would like to create a database of people who are connected.  These people are the ones who feature in our press.  These people seem “connected” and seem to have special treatment.  People like Cherie Blairs relations and friends or Tony Blairs relations and friends.

It would be very interesting to find out information about these people as they are at the top of the tree in our society. We could use them as role models or hate models depending on your particular system of values.

I would like this database to be a visual one with little spidersweb joining each one to others.

Just how connected are the likes of Paris Hilton and Gordon Brown

The people connected through business would be interesting.

What do you think of this idea.  I will be able to contribute to the computing aspect in June (presently enrolled in a study course) but require a connected person to supply the content.

My goodness, but the divine have fast fingers. What else can explain dattaswami’s ability to post so many diaries with so many paragraphs in so few minutes?

I’ve decided that if he can be so spiritually in tune at such a fast pace, I must have a spark of the divine in me, too. And if I have a spark of the divine, the fruit of my own loins must carry it as well. I’ve asked my kids to supply Mad Libs words — nouns, verbs, pronouns, adverbs and the like — with the idea that these innocents surely will speak the truth. Dattaswami’s text provides the ground from which their wisdom will spring like aggressive kudzu on a moist summer’s day.

Here are the results. How inspirational.

Even a bumpy ceiling should be alert of its plates and cups. He is not an exception to the normal picture. Ofcourse, the food alerts him often through his or her Halloween by giving cakes. If the sticky fire does not run due to illness, it will cross the Halloween of the rough cardboard and will be sat with the white pasta. Of course, due to the hardness of the window, the baby is expected to return back after 10 o’clock. The soul will not come back as long as its hair gets in water. After all, even a purple soul is also a soul and not Jack. Even the soft glue is a glue only and not gluer.

Mommy, the silky most glass was involved in a human breaking when a bottle cap broke her. Jack is a rough case who was born as Theresa. They returned back after the end of their bath. The only exceptional cases of hard trees, who never crossed the hairy pasta of Jack, are Hugo and Lucinda. When glass slammed the gorilla of the big trash can, the wall itself will cry like bottles a little bit.

The pink tree has enough luggage to note the gorilla slamming and is not a coat for which only some houses note the slamming and give plates. A grown up kid approaches cardboard for ripping. Similarly, the purple soul approaches the zoo for running. The purple soul is green-shirted in the works. The human beings are having different corners of the eye in the three clocks. In the brown bears, a human being has a purple box of the ten worms through out its life.

At the Yucky Thumb of His Sweetness Alex Tatum

Apparently in order to be able to work for the government in any capacity especially in our military it is necessary that people be straight. Recently (as many of you I’m sure have heard) an Arabic linguist was dismissed from the military because he was gay. What is perhaps the most ridiculous and offensive however were some of the absurd questions that were asked in uncovering this (fairly unimportant) piece of information, for instance whether or not he had ever been involved in community theatre.

Quite frankly I don’t care if our men and women in the service are tap dancing to Hairspray in their spare time as long as they are pointing their guns at the right people. I’m quite curious as to why the military is perpetuating an absurd stereotype that has more basis in fantasy than fact. For those of you who stay up on the news in New York, or just happen to be fans of the LOGO channel you might of also heard of Rhonda Davis, a wonderfully sweet kind woman who was dismissed from our military because of her sexual orientation.

Perhaps the military should spend less time investigating their soldiers’ personal lives and more time investigating their soldiers’ actions, such as the rape of an Iraqi woman and the murder of her family by American soldiers. Or perhaps the notorious mistreatment of captured prisoners. But no, that is unreasonable. How could anyone suggest that we should pay attention to what is relevant and actually affecting our country as well as other countries and our image world-wide? Instead why don’t we stab ourselves in the back by getting rid of good soldiers for something as irrelevant as sexual orientation. Et tu, America?

Straight people of the world this post is for you, it is in no particular order and just a little informational piece that you might find interesting. Numerous court hearings have been held on the issue of same-sex marriage recently both in the United States as well as over seas. In light of these events I thought you might like to know what your government has said about you.

I’ll start with New York as it is my home state and I would like to address my fellow New Yorkers for a few moments. In New York State the highest court voted down same-sex marriage by a vote of four to two.

“. . .the Legislature could rationally decide that, for the welfare of children, it is more important to promote stability, and to avoid instability, in opposite-sex than in same-sex relationships. Heterosexual intercourse has a natural tendency to lead to the birth of children; homosexual intercourse does not. . .The Legislature could also find that [heterosexual] relationships are all too often casual or temporary. It could find that an important function of marriage is to create more stability and permanence in the relationships that cause children to be born. . .” - NYS Court of Appeals Decision (pages 5 and 6)

So lets take a look at that, shall we? The New York State Court of Appeals more or less says that heterosexual men are so careless and frivolous that they require a legally binding contract in order for them not to abandon the women who they will ineviably get pregnant and their offspring. As for heterosexual women, the court apparently believes that they are so free with themselves that they are all too likely to casually have kids (perhaps the nine month waiting period was removed without my notice). In addition the court finds that heterosexual people exist almost solely to produce offspring. Therefore, if you are unable to have children, uninterested in having children, or too old to have children you do not matter in the eyes of New York State. Don’t worry, you have a lot of company (For instance the one million plus New Yorkers who identify as LGBT lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender).

In Indiana a similar decision was handed down.

“The Plaintiffs assert that there are three possible, but ultimately unreasonable, reasons for the legislative classification: to promote procreation and child-rearing by both natural parents, to promote the traditional family unit, and to promote the integrity
of traditional marriage.” - Indiana Court of Appeals

But wait! Traditional marriage? How do we define this “traditional marriage”? If what I’ve read is correct traditional marriage was an institution in which African American couples couldn’t marry, inter-racial couples could not marry, and women had no rights? Hey, if it works for all of you it works for me, but somehow I
think there might be a few people with something to say about traditional marriage, just a hunch.

Other rulings against same-sex marriage have come down in Georgia, London, and Washington. Washington State recently upheld a DOMA (Defense of Marriage Act) which is a piece of legislation that defines the words “marriage” and “spouse” to exclude same-sex couples. With a vote of five to four. By 2004 33 states had amended their constitutions and passed these acts (as written by B.A. Robinson of Religious Tolerance.org).

DOMA bills are extremely important to the straight community because being gay is just so much fun that if same-sex marriage was legal all of you heterosexuals would say “To hell with opposite-sex marriage, I think I’m going to go out and do that!” (Not that I can blame you with a divorce rate of something like 50% and celebrities like Brittany Spears getting married and then getting it anoled the next day, if that was my choice would probably explore my other options as well). It’s a good thing we have DOMA bills to uphold the sanctity of marriage and keep all you frivoulous, lechers, nymphos, and machines of procreation on track. Otherwise the human race would die out like the dinosaurs. Of course, we could focus on teens who have babies in bathrooms and throw them in trash cans but hey, we have more important things to think about, like stopping homosexual marriage which is threatening the children and the straight people of the world.

(age 18)

In response to USMARINE’s plagiarized “Make You Think”:

This’ll make ya stop & take a whizz!

Your alarm goes off, you hit your kid in the mouth instead of the snooze button, and go back to sleep.
She’s been cleaning out toilets at no charge since 3 this morning.

You drink coffee sitting in your comfortable chair in the suburbs.
She can’t drink coffee. It makes her indigestion flare up.

You complain of a “headache”, and don’t sleep with your significant other for a month.
Headache? She wishes she just had a headache! With that ear infection and that funny feeling in her tooth, things just haven’t been the same since 1987.

You put on your conservative christian conformist polo shirt, and go meet up with your lily white congregation.
While you’re walking in, she notices that your polo shirt has tomato sauce on it.

You make sure your cell phone is in your pocket.
She clutches the satanic emblem she had branded above her left nipple last month. Damn, but it still hurts.

You talk trash on your “buddies” that haven’t shown up for the Wayne County Republican Party Steering Committee Meeting for two months in a row.
She knows that you went down on your “buddies” last week in the rec room.

You walk down the beach, thinking about how much your conservative ideals make you want to rob people.
She was robbed just last week by a conservative meanie just like you.

You complain about how hot it is.
“Hot?” she says. “Well, it isn’t the heat so much as the humidity, is it, and let me tell you it has been so humid here that I don’t think I can get out of the house, but I do have to feed those 300 homeless kids down at the shelter.”

You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant sent you a Mexican waiter.
She kisses Mexicans waiters.

Your Mexican maid makes your bed and washes your clothes. Then you fire her and report her to the INS.
She teaches Mexican maids English as a Second Language.

You go to the mall and buy a “What Would Jesus Do?” bumper sticker, and run over a bunny rabbit on the way.
She makes bumper stickers using her leftover fingernail clippings, and gives all the proceeds to kids with leukemia.

You voted for George W. Bush, and sent him an illegal campaign contribution.
She votes Green Party all the way and has perfect white teeth.

You kick babies.
She loves babies.

Your kids are healthy and have a big trust fund.
Her kids are afflicted with chronic diseases affecting every major organ system.

You make jokes about Green Party voters.
She has to collect her own urine for some obscure medical reason.

You see only what the media wants you to see.
She sees the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth!

You are asked to save the little baby rabbits in the path of the lawn mower. You don’t.
She saves baby rabbits, all righty.

You sit there and judge her, saying that people who help people are stupid fucking idiots. Then you hit your mom in the teeth with a tire iron.
If only there were more Green Party voters like her.

If you love babies and the little fluffy bunnies repost this.
If you don’t repost this, you hate babies and the little fluffy bunnies.

Do you ever think about cows? I do. Let’s see what cows can teach us about politics.

LIBERAL
You have two cows.
Your neighbor has none.
You feel guilty for being successful.
Instead of giving your neighbor one of your cows, you write to
your congressman, demanding that he pass legislation for more
government programs to help your neighbor get a cow.
You hold a concert to raise awareness for the cow-lessness.
Barbara Streisand sings for the cow-less, who couldn’t attend
because ticket prices are so expensive that only people with 3
or 4 cows can afford to attend. You wear a ribbon that signifies that
you care about cow-less people, even though you really haven’t done
anything to help them at all.

CONSERVATIVE
You have two cows.
Your neighbor has none.
So?

SOCIALIST
You have two cows.
The government takes one and gives it to your neighbor.
You form a cooperative to tell him how to manage his cow.

COMMUNIST
You have two cows.
The government seizes both and provides you with milk.
You wait in line for hours to get it.
It is expensive and sour.

CAPITALISM, AMERICAN STYLE
You have two cows.
You sell one, buy a bull, and build a herd of cows.
You cram four cows into the space for one and get more cows.
Cows get sick –hey, pump ‘em full of antibiotics and you save money.
Feed them ground-up sheep brains and you save more.
Fatten them fast on growth hormone, then butcher quick before they die.
Deny any link between sick consumers and your practices.
Hire spin artists to dismiss Mad Cow disease.

DEMOCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE
You have two cows.
The government taxes you to the point you have to sell both to
support a man in a foreign country who has only one cow,
which was a gift from your government.

BUREAUCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE
You have two cows.
The government takes them both, shoots one, milks the other,
pays you for the milk, and then pours the milk down the drain.

AMERICAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You sell one, lease it back to yourself and do an IPO on the 2nd
one. You force the two cows to produce the milk of four cows.
You are surprised when one cow drops dead.
You spin an announcement to the analysts
stating you have down sized and are reducing expenses.
Your stock goes up.

FRENCH CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You go on strike because you want three cows.
You go to lunch and drink wine.
Life is good.

JAPANESE CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary
cow and produce twenty times the milk. They learn to travel on
unbelievably crowded trains.
Most are at the top of their class at cow school.

GERMAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You engineer them so they are all blond, drink lots of beer,
give excellent quality milk, and run a hundred miles an hour.
Unfortunately they also demand 13 weeks of vacation per year.

ITALIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows but you don’t know where they are.
While ambling around, you see a beautiful woman.
You break for lunch.
Life is good.

RUSSIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You have some vodka.
You count them and learn you have four cows.
You have some more vodka.
You count them again and learn you have eight cows.
The Mafia shows up and takes over however many cows you really
have.

TALIBAN CORPORATION
You have all the cows in Afghanistan, which are two.
You don’t milk them because you cannot touch any creature’s
private parts.
Then you kill them and claim a US bomb blew them up while they
were in the hospital.

IRAQI CORPORATION
You have two cows.
They go into hiding.
They send radio tapes of their mooing.

POLISH CORPORATION
You have two bulls.
Employees are regularly maimed and killed attempting to milk them.

CALIFORNIAN
You have a cow and a bull.
The bull is depressed.
It has spent its life living a lie.
It goes away for two weeks.
It comes back after a taxpayer-paid sex-change operation.
You now have two cows.
One makes milk; the other doesn’t.
You try to sell the transgender cow.
Its lawyer sues you for discrimination.
You lose in court.
You sell the milk-generating cow to pay the damages.
You now have one rich, transgender, non-milk-producing cow.
You change your business to beef.
PETA pickets your farm.
Jesse Jackson makes a speech in your driveway.
Cruz Bustamante calls for higher farm taxes to help “working cows.”
Hillary Clinton calls for the nationalization of 1/7TH of your farm
“for the children.”
Gray Davis signs a law giving your farm to Mexico.
The L.A. Times quotes five anonymous cows claiming you groped
their teats.
You declare bankruptcy and shut down all operations.
The cow starves to death.
The L.A. Times’ analysis shows your business failure is Bush’s fault.

DICTATORSHIP
You have two cows.
The government takes both and shoots you.

ENVIRONMENTALISM
You have two cows.
The government bans you from milking or killing them.

FEMINISM
You have two cows.
They get married and adopt a veal calf.

FEUDALISM
You have two cows.
Your lord takes some of the milk.

TOTALITARIANISM
You have two cows.
The government takes them and denies they ever existed.
Milk is banned.

PURE COMMUNISM
You have two cows.
Your neighbors help you take care of them, and you all share the milk.

RUSSIAN COMMUNISM
You have two cows.
You have to take care of them, but the government takes all the milk.

FASCISM
You have two cows.
Give the milk to the government.

PURE FASCISM
You have two cows.
The government takes both, hires you to take care of them, and sells you the milk.

NAZISM
The government shoots you, takes the cows and feeds one to the army and the other to the police.

ANARCHISM
Keep the cows.
Steal a few more cows.

ANARCHY
You have two cows.
Either you sell the milk at a fair price or your neighbors try to kill you and take the cows.

CONSERVATISM
Milk the cows, enbalm the cows, freeze the milk, nuke the cows to keep from spreading the disease.
Phase out over five years the amount of milk you’re required to give to the government.

LIBERALISM
Give the milk back to the cows.
Let them escape.
Put the cows on the Voter Registration list.

LIBERTARIANISM
Milk the cows and keep it for yourself; hope the populace can find milk elsewhere.

MILITIAISM
Start shooting if they come for your cows.

MILITARIANISM
You have two cows.
The government takes both and drafts you.

PURE DEMOCRACY
You have two cows.
Your neighbors decide who gets the milk.

AMERICAN DEMOCRACY
The government promises to give you two cows if you vote for it. After the election, the president is impeached for speculating in cow futures.
The press dubs the affair “Cowgate”.

BRITISH DEMOCRACY
You have two cows.
You feed them sheeps’ brains and they go mad.
The government doesn’t do anything.

REPRESENTATIVE DEMOCRACY
You have two cows.
Your neighbors pick someone to tell you who gets the milk.

SINGAPOREAN DEMOCRACY
You have two cows.
The government fines you for keeping two unlicensed farm animals in an apartment.

SURREALISM
You have two giraffes.
The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.

POLITICAL CORRECTNESS
You are associated with (the concept of “ownership” is a symbol of the phallocentric, war-mongering, intolerant past) two differently-aged (but no less valuable to society) bovines of non-specified gender.

COUNTER CULTURE
Wow, dude, there’s like… these two cows, man. You got to have some of this milk!

You all probably know me, at least by name. I’m God and I’m going to borrow Damen’s account for a little while. I know this goes against my usual method of butting out of humanity’s business (after the New Testament, of course. I was a pissed off old bastard way back when) but fuck it, I’m God and I’ll do whatever the hell I want.

I just want to clear a few things up tonight. First off, I did not talk to Pat Robertson. He heard a voice in his head telling him that if he puts his fingers to his scalp and squints really hard he’ll look like a gypsy and get money. What do you know, but it worked. If I were going to tell anyone My plans for the human race, who in their right mind would think I’d tell a doofus like Pat Robertson?

Secondly, Pat Robertson is not one of my children. He sold his soul to Lucifer back when he was 14 to clear up his pimples and for a lay from Lilith. The devil cleared up the acne for an hour, but Lilith wouldn’t go near him. Someone tell me why I kicked her out of Eden again? That girl’s got brains and standards.

Now, for those of you who live in Virginia, I’m sorry I sent that hurricane your way. I was just getting really pissed at Patty and I kinda went Old Testament on his ass. Back in the day I could have got him with that hurricane or maybe a lightning bolt but I threw my arm out when at the Holy Baseball game. I tried to trick Chronus with a sliding curve and pulled a muscle. I’ve never been able to send My wrath exactly where I want it since then. And to make matters worse, Chronus ended up hitting the winning home run anyway.

Also, I wanted everyone to know that F.G. Fitzer was right and to look out for storks with their tongues hanging out of their beaks.

~ God

P.S. I am not infallible and I don’t have a personal hand in creating every human on earth. If I did, do you honestly think I would create George Bush?

This is a story I wrote not too long ago for another website. I had made a flippant remark that, when it comes to abortion, this one member of that site had said that he’s against it because a fertilized embryo will become a fully-formed human and therefor to him humans are alive from the time of conception. I has responded with “Saplings will become trees, but that doesn’t stop me from mowing over them. He asked if I were equating trees with humans and I corrected him by saying “No, I’m equating sapplings with a fetus.” He responded by saying “Okay, well, that’s the same thing, as far as I’m concerned.”

The story that follows expands on that line of reasoning.

—

Bob Smith and the Tree Huggers

One bright and sunny weekend Bob Smith was getting some much needed yardwork done. As he was pushing his mower across the grass, a blond man with a beard and wearing a tie-dye T-shirt stopped in front of Bob Smith’s house.
“STOP!” the blond man yelled; “Turn off that mower!”
Bob was curious, so he did as the man said. Now that he could hear over the engine, he inquired; “What’s wrong?”
“Don’t you see it?” the man asked and pointed to a patch of ground a few feet in front of the mower.
“See what?” All that he could see was grass.
“That tree you’re about to murder!”
Bob Smith peers long and hard at the patch of ground, but he can not see a tree. He is starting to become convinced that this fellow is a loon; “Buddy, there is no tree there.”
The blond man walked over to the patch of earth, pointing as he went and leaned down until his finger was touching a plant barely a half inch high but visible through the grass; “This tree!” he shouted.
Bob Smith, now looking on in disbelief, turned and glanced at his cherry tree. The plant this man (who Bob was now thinking of as a “Hippie”) was an offshoot of the main cherry tree. He had mowed over many of those saplings before because if he didn’t they would take over his yard and kill off his flower beds.
“That’s not a tree,” he says, “It’s just a sapling. That’s a tree,” He jerked his thumb towards the cherry tree a few feet away.
“It makes no difference,” the hippie said sternly, “A tree is a tree from the moment it sprouts.”
Bob Smith was now tired of this conversation and started up the lawnmower once again, “It’s not a tree, it’s a sapling and I don’t have the time or money required to tend to another tree,” and proceeded to run the lawnmower over the sapling, chopping it in half. The hippie gaped at Bob and said “You wait, we’ll put a stop to this!”

The weekend after next, Bob Smith was pulling his lawnmower out of the garage when he saw a group of people sitting on his lawn and holding signs with sayings like “Lawn Care is MURDER!” and “What about the saplings?!” on them.
“What’s going on here?” Bob Smith asked as he approached the group.
“We’re going to stop you from killing this tree,” the blond hippie from two weeks ago told him. He was wearing a handcuff around his wrist and the other end was laying over another cherry tree sapling.
“This is ridiculous,” Bob said and went back inside to call the police and have this group of people dispersed.
“No, this is serious,” A woman wearing a white T-shirt with a picture of a sprout and a leaf and with ‘Let Me Live’ written across her chest; “We’re stopping a murder!”
An hour later, the police arrived and the crowd was forced off Bob Smith’s lawn. The next day, a Sunday, there was a knock on Bob Smith’s door. When he opened it to see who was there, a television camera and a microphone were forced into his face and cameras started flashing so much he was nearly blinded.
“Mr. Smith!” a female voice called out, “How does it feel to commit a murder?”
“Are you going to kill any more trees today?” a male voice called as a second camera was shoved through the doorway. Bob forced the door shut as more and more cameras and microphones were thrust at him. After another call to the police, and another hour of yelling, the reporters were made to leave. That night as he was watching the 6:00 news, Bob was shocked to see his face featured on Weasel News (We Lie, You Believe) with the words ‘Lawncare or Murder?’ under his picture.
“This crime must end!” the Hippie was yelling into a microphone from what looked to be in Bob’s own neighborhood. “How many more trees will cut down before they even have a chance to grow up and know life?”
After the story gained mass attention, more and more hippies started writing their congressmen demanding something be done. There was such a flood of letters that, even though it was being done by only a minority of people, that small group was so vocal that finally a ban on lawncare was enacted to stop the murder of innocent trees.

Five years later, Bob Smith’s lawnmower was rusting in his garage and his yard was now over run by cherry trees. They had choked out his other flowers and turned his once presentable lawn into a grove so thick it was difficult to get to his car. Because the law passed required him to not only allow the trees to grow, he was made to care for them and was now running into debt from the cost of water and fertilizer. Other people were in the same boat as Bob Smith, trees, weeds, and vines choked yards and the roots were destroying roads and sidewalks. Baseball, football, golf, and soccer games were soon abandoned because it was against the law to cut down trees.

But at least the hippies were happy.

We all know that everybody wants to rule the world the question is why? Who needs the headaches ya know? I mean sure Sadaam may have had lots of money and palaces but hey, did he really enjoy them, being hated and haunted by his own people?
And look at Pres Bush, you really think he is happy? Of course he is just a puppet to the real wizards behind curtain number 3. Any true free thinking American knows that.
So what’s a blog all about anyways something for us wanna be world rulers to feel like we rule a little tiny part of this vast cyber universe we call the Internet?
Well I know I feel important now. Well at least it gives us tadpoles a chance to speak our mind even though we are “being watched”.
And Freedom, does anyone really believe that anyone is really free on the face of the earth?
I used to when I was a kid, before I became a TAX PAYER!
Freedom just another sad illusion.
So hey World this is may first blog so let me know what you think about all this stuff….meanwhile I’ll be still thinking…