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Would there be a Connecting Singles?

And while we're at it, what else wouldn't we have?

Anyone?

Thanks all for your reads and comments.

And in what way?............................................

Is when you join the attack of a blogger against snother poster.

You blatantly say: "Oh I will hibernate and leave until this attacked poster is gone." But you're still here?

My recommendation is, don't patronize expressed hatred. Don't act so immature as though you're perfect. We make mistakes. We don't intend to keep making those mistakes. We get punished as meted and deserved. We change.

Move on and forgive. Give peace a chance.

That's all I'm saying.

It's much sweeter to spread love than hate.

Maybe AI will correct all these human flaws one day.

Meantime I enjoy not being a cyborg.

Many people do not know what to do with their freedom. As such they are prisoners of their own freedom. Freedom, when you are not prepared for it, is a burden and a curse. What good is it for a caged parrot to gain his freedom only to die of starvation and exposure?

Freedom is not doing what you want to do. That is called anarchy; and when we all do what we want to do, it causes chaos. Then freedom is just another word for having nothing left to lose.

We are all prisoners of our possessions. When you possess something, you have to take certain measures to protect that possession; be that material, love, status or anything else. The more precious the possession is to you, the more you are bound to it. You can only be truly free when you have nothing to tie you down to a certain place or routine.

Some would say that freedom is doing the right thing but what is the right thing? What is right for you can never be right for everybody else. Are you really free when you are bound to certain options? Is that really free choice?

If freedom looked like that, I’d rather be comfortably enslaved for only death can bring true freedom. And that is only if there is no afterlife because even then you will not have the choice of where you want to go. You will be bound by your limited choices here on earth.


Have a monster Friday.

What was your nic name everyone called you?...........................................................

Japanese scientist makes a delicious burger out of human excrement. Such was the headline of the Daily Mail in June 2011. The article indulged in the disgusting details of this new food source.

All started when Professor Ikeda was asked to solve the problem of Tokyo’s ever-growing sewerage problem, he devised a way to convert it to meat. He extracts the proteins from the sewerage sludge, turns it red by using food coloring, and boosts the flavor with soy.

This artificial meat boasts 63% protein, 25% carbohydrates, 3% lipids, and 9% minerals. Not bad!

Totally plausible, is it? Amazingly, The Guardian newspaper in the UK, the International Business Times, Digital Trends, and LA Weekly, all fell for the hoax and reported accordingly, and nobody stopped to verify the facts.

Nobody sought a personal interview with Professor Ikeda; why should they when Youtube is loaded with reliable information?

No one questioned the science; is it possible at all to convert raw sewage into a safe, edible protein?

It does not happen every day that several newspapers are taken for the same ride.


The Article in the Daily Mail.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2004791/Japanese-scientist-makes-delicious-burger--human-EXCREMENT.html

When I was young my dad told me never try to impress a woman on a first date. He said if she really liked you, she would be happy walk to with you to a take-way stand and eat whatever you gave her.

In view of the international nature of CD I thought I would compile a guide on what to treat your long distance lover when you finally get to meet her.

An English Miss –
Fish and chips wrapped in newspaper.

A French Mademoiselle –
Take her for a walk on a rainy day, she will get the snails, take you to her maisonette, prepare them, cook them and by the time they are ready, you will be already full up with the hors-d´oeuvres. (Minerva)

A German Fräulein –
A doner kebab - whatever that is. I hope it is cheaper than sauerkraut. (KNenagh)

An Australian Sheila –
A Vegemite Sandwich .

An African Maiden –
Pap and Wors (thick maize porridge and sausage). Pap is optional!

An US Chick –
Hotdogs from a pavement stand.

An Irish Lassie -
A small helping of Black Pudding. (Hans4711)

An Afrikaans Madam –
A Boerewors (sausage) roll. The roll is optional!

An Indonesian Bird –
Raw oysters. Just take her to the sea. She will take them out for you too.

A Barbadian Queen –
Hot Bajan Fish Cakes.

A China Doll –
A generous helping of rice served on a bed of rice.

A Japanese Lady –
Sashimi - Raw fish. Just take her to the fresh fish market.

An Italian Signorina –
Chinese quick noodles. She will love the superior quality.

A Portuguese Senorita –
Dried fish. No need to take her anywhere, she will have a good supply.

A Canadian Miss -
Clubbed baby seals. Plenty of frozen carcasses abandoned in the ice fields.

A Spanish Señorita -
Take her to the nearest Tapa Bar and buy the cheapest drink. (Zman)

A Ugandan Beauty in Nigerian refugee camp -
An UN ration pack bought on the black market.

But now I’m stuck. Maybe with some suggestions we can complete this manual for overseas dating.

Letters to the editor from the Houston Chronicle;

Everybody, from the humble street sweeper to the head of the nation, deserves our respect; at least until he proves to be not worthy of it.

Respect goes a long way and it is synonymous with good manners. Good manners dictate that we should respect our fellow man. Fair enough, sometimes we lose our respect for a certain person, but that is still no reason to be rude.

We respect our employers, senior colleagues, and the likes by default. Those who don’t will soon enough be able to call themselves ex-employees or at best they will sit and watch how promotions pass them by year after year. Protocol demands that we respect our seniors; if not the person, then his position. That of course, are those who know what is good for them. You will get those who will blame the system and not recognize their own disrespectful nature.

And we respect older people. Take Jim for an instance. I respect him even though he is a cupcake thief. I owe him that because he is older than what I am. Rubbing his age under his nose is not out of disrespect; it is merely being honest.

But not everybody is capable of respect. Respect and narcissism, for an example, are mutually exclusive. Narcissists find it difficult to respect anybody but the self. They believe that others are inferior to them and as such, have to earn their respect. Of course, nobody ever can, because nobody can ever do anything good in their eyes. Oh, they will throw morsels to those who suck up to them but that is just to encourage them to keep it up and to give them hope that they (the narcissists) may still evolve into a normal human being with feelings.

In short, you have to pay respect to receive respect. There is no need to suck up, just be polite and respectful and doors will open at places where you did not even know doors existed.

May you all have a wonderful day.

My father made a new will recently. Nothing too unusual about that for he’s done so about four times in the last 15 years since my mother passed away. But why does he always find it necessary to tell us about it? He never discusses the contents and it leaves us in a terrible suspense every time.

Not that we are worried about the distribution of the spoils, my father is a fair man and we (3 heirs) are sure that it will be divided evenly. Besides, it probably won’t be enough to make a significant change in our lifestyles. The concern is always about the conditions to the will. My family loves to reign from the grave. My father himself had to wait 22 years (until his 60th birthday) for his inheritance. But that was nothing in comparison to what his one brother did to his children.

He died in a traffic accident during the early seventies and his will stipulated that his children can only inherit once married for at least one year, and providing that the spouse is a member of a specific protestant church for at least five years. My family firmly believes that one should marry into your own religion. I could mention that this happened about a year after I married my catholic English-Italian wife. My uncle did not come to the wedding.

Any way, the will presented no problem to his two daughters. They were both in stable marriages and both the spouses satisfied the second condition.

However, his son Henry was a different kettle of fish. He was engaged to be married to a catholic girl. Henry sought to declare his father’s will null and void, but two different lawyers advised against it. They said that the courts are reluctant to overturn a will unless if the conditions are either illegal, unreachable or completely against the general public norms. None of these, they said, could hold water in a court of law.

In the end Henry married a girl of long standing in his own church. The marriage was never consummated, they went on living their own lives and after a year he claimed his inheritance, obtained a divorce as previously agreed and married his catholic sweetheart. Many ways to kill a cat!

But back to my father’s new will, I may be in trouble. At the beginning of last year my father expressed the wish that I should be married by the end of the year. He said I’m too irresponsible when I’m single and instructed my sister to introduce me to as many of her single friends and colleagues as possible. She complied but I did not. I dated a few but none of them were interesting enough to pursue. The old man expressed his displeasure at the end of last year.

Now what if… Glory! Will he do that to me? I hope not.

Have a great Monday!