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I do pray for peace. I do want everyone to find good within their hearts so it can be shared with the whole world and the whole humanity.

I do want to learn, so I can understand, so I can be a better person, for me, my family and the whole humanity. What about you?

Is that too much to ask?

Thanks all for your reads and comments.

May we all enjoy every moments of our lives.

NOTE: I don't know about you but I certainly find it a very short and yet challenging journey from birth to death, does anyone know why?

Thanks again.

I wonder why trees even live longer than we do......

Note: I just wanted to remind us how peaceful life is, if only we slow down. Thanks.

I have been at this site for about 4 weeks now and it seems that the only women contacting me are those trying to get a buck out of me. Oh they start off nice enough..they even begin telling me how much they love me.......Not havin even met me.
Then they begin with..."Oh my ex robed me....I'm hungry and need you to buy me an Amazon card.....Or, I can only date you if I pay a fee to some agency..the excuses go on and on.
Are there any real women out there, actually looking to meet intelligent men?

According to local communist blogger every one charged by the FBI is guilty , so goes without saying this Russian is guilty .



the worm has turned .

On Christmas Eve 1914, in the dank, muddy trenches on the Western Front of the first world war, a remarkable thing happened.

It came to be called the Christmas Truce. And it remains one of the most storied and strangest moments of the Great War—or of any war in history.

British machine gunner Bruce Bairnsfather, later a prominent cartoonist, wrote about it in his memoirs. Like most of his fellow infantrymen of the 1st Battalion of the Royal Warwickshire Regiment, he was spending the holiday eve shivering in the muck, trying to keep warm. He had spent a good part of the past few months fighting the Germans. And now, in a part of Belgium called Bois de Ploegsteert, he was crouched in a trench that stretched just three feet deep by three feet wide, his days and nights marked by an endless cycle of sleeplessness and fear, stale biscuits and cigarettes too wet to light.

“Here I was, in this horrible clay cavity,” Bairnsfather wrote, “…miles and miles from home. Cold, wet through and covered with mud.” There didn’t “seem the slightest chance of leaving—except in an ambulance.”

Then the singing started

At about 10 p.m., Bairnsfather noticed a noise. “I listened,” he recalled. “Away across the field, among the dark shadows beyond, I could hear the murmur of voices.” He turned to a fellow soldier in his trench and said, “Do you hear the Boches kicking up that racket over there?”

“Yes,” came the reply. “They’ve been at it some time!”

The Germans were singing carols, as it was Christmas Eve. In the darkness, some of the British soldiers began to sing back. “Suddenly,” Bairnsfather recalled, “we heard a confused shouting from the other side. We all stopped to listen. The shout came again.” The voice was from an enemy soldier, speaking in English with a strong German accent. He was saying, “Come over here.”

One of the British sergeants answered: “You come half-way. I come half-way.”

What happened next would, in the years to come, stun the world and make history. Enemy soldiers began to climb nervously out of their trenches, and to meet in the barbed-wire-filled “No Man’s Land” that separated the armies. Normally, the British and Germans communicated across No Man’s Land with streaking bullets, with only occasional gentlemanly allowances to collect the dead unmolested. But now, there were handshakes and words of kindness. The soldiers traded songs, tobacco and wine, joining in a spontaneous holiday party in the cold night.

Rest of the story:

The Quotes of Steven Wright:
1 - I'd kill for a Nobel Peace Prize.
2 - Borrow money from pessimists -- they don't expect it back.
3 - Half the people you know are below average.
4 - 99% of lawyers give the rest a bad name.
5 - 82.7% of all statistics are made up on the spot.
6 - A conscience is what hurts when all your other parts feel so good.
7 - A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
8 - If you want the rainbow, you got to put up with the rain.
9 - All those who believe in psycho kinesis, raise my hand.
10 - The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
11 - I almost had a psychic girlfriend, ..... But she left me before we met.
12 - OK, so what's the speed of dark?
13 - How do you tell when you're out of invisible ink?
14 - If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.
15 - Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
16 - When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
17 - Ambition is a poor excuse for not having enough sense to be lazy.
18 - Hard work pays off in the future; laziness pays off now.
19 - I intend to live forever ... So far, so good.
20 - If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?
21 - Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
22 - What happens if you get scared half to death twice?
23 - My mechanic told me, "I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder."
24 - Why do psychics have to ask you for your name
25 - If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.
26 - A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.
27 - Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.
28 - The hardness of the butter is proportional to the softness of the bread.
29 - To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research.
30 - The problem with the gene pool is that there is no lifeguard.
31 - The sooner you fall behind, the more time you'll have to catch up.
32 - The colder the x-ray table, the more of your body is required to be on it.
33 - Everyone has a photographic memory; some just don't have film.
34 - If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.
35 - If your car could travel at the speed of light, would your headlights work?

... Looks good, VERY good, for the GOP candidates in the Geogia US Senate races. Way too soon to call the Presidential erection yet, VERY way.
But in the worst case scenario, President Red Knees Chameleon Harris will get even less done than the Affirnative Action half Negro POTUS, and that's saying a bundle.
Tootles, all.

Donald Trump Jr. was perfectly at home.

It was day three of the annual Conservative Political Action Conference, commonly known as CPAC, and hundreds of activists had piled into a ballroom to hear the president’s elder son speak via live-stream. He was slated to have a conversation at Liberty University with the school’s president, Jerry Falwell Jr., though it was unclear, exactly, what that conversation would be about. While most other CPAC speakers were constrained by specific topics, such as “Protecting the Freedom of Jerusalem” and “Deficit Hawks: An Endangered Species?,” Don Jr.’s appearance was headlined on the agenda as simply “Live.”

But that was, in many ways, the point. Over the course of Donald Trump’s presidency, Don Jr.’s profile has skyrocketed. Much like his father, his draw has become based not so much on what he has to say, but on his presence alone. The 40-year-old emerged as one of the Republican Party’s most coveted surrogates in the lead-up to November’s elections, headlining more than 60 events throughout 2018. “He’s a great spokesman for his dad,” one rally-goer told McClatchy a few days before the midterms. “He punches back. I love that style and apparently it’s working.”

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My Yahoo news feed has been running stories about adult film star Ron Jeremy.
On Friday, he pleaded not guilty to charges of rape dating back to 2014.
He's got a preliminary hearing scheduled for August 31st to determine if there's sufficient evidence to allow the case to proceed. Get this... he was ordered to remain jailed in lieu of a $6.6 million bail.

We're talking more than 60 days in the hole and they are holding him despite bail?
Something went wrong here.

With crazy stories (like this) I usually jump to the comments first:

6.6 million bail, Ron really must have ticked somebody off.

The day a porn star is charged with rape....

The verdict will result in a hung defendant.

6.6 million-dollar bail? that's ridiculous, you better have some pretty damning evidence to justify that amount

6.6 million really, we are talking about rape, not murder

He is the most filthy, disgusting looking human

He's far, ugly and gross...

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Or can it? Well, yes it can but only if you give it the power to do so.

During the Anglo-Boer War (aka The South-African War), the British called the white Afrikaans-speaking people Boers (farmers). It was meant to be a derogatory name but we took pride in being called that. By doing so, we broke the power of the word. The colored population took it over and we are still called Boers today. Only, now it applies to all white people. It does not bother us because we are proud of what we are. The word has no power and has no negative connotations to us.

However, if we call them some name, they call it hate speech or racist remarks. They are offended and it has become habit to run to a court to sue. When you are offended by a word or when legislation and/or censorship are introduced to prevent the use of a word, you give it power. Few things can boost the sales of a book more that having it banned in some country. Then everybody wants to read it.

A name given to your race, color, or religion can only hurt you if you feel inferior about being what you are. Such a name does not describe or defame your character. It is just a name given to your clan that cannot hurt you until you give it the power to hurt. Only you can render the word powerless. Forget about the origins and earlier purpose of the word. It describes where you come from. Be proud of what you are, make it yours, and break its power.

So, the next time somebody calls you a Boer, or a Kaffir, Chink, Spic, ni**ger, Charra or whatever, do what I do. I turn around, give him my best smile and say: “Yes, I’m a Boer and I’m proud of it but why does it bother you if I’m a Boer? Maybe you want to be a Boer too? Now what shall I call you to make you feel proud as well?”

It normally leaves them speechless.


Have a good day out there, will you?