MEXICAN HURRICANE > > ????A CATEGORY 5 HURRICANE hits Mexico . Two million > Mexicans die and over a million are injured. The country is > totally ruined and the government doesn't know where to > start and is asking for help to rebuild.??The rest of the > world is in shock. > > ????Canada is sending troopers to help the Mexican army > control the riots. Saudi Arabia is sending oil. > ??Other Latin American countries are sending supplies. > > ??The European community (except France ) is sending food > and money. > > ?? The United States, not to be outdone, is sending two > million Mexicans to replace the dead ones. God bless America > !!!!
You may have seen this before, but I believe it is worth reviewing and forwarding to others. --
DO YOU REMEMBER 1987?
Do you Remember THIS????
Thought you might be interested in this forgotten bit of information......... It was 1987! At a lecture the other day they were playing an old news video of Lt.Col. Oliver North testifying at the Iran-Contra hearings during the Reagan Administration.
There was Ollie in front of God and country getting the third degree, but what he said was stunning!
He was being drilled by a senator; 'Did you not recently spend close to $60,000 for a home security system?'
Ollie replied, 'Yes, I did, Sir.'
The senator continued, trying to get a laugh out of the audience, 'Isn't that just a little excessive?'
'No, sir,' continued Ollie.
'No? And why not?' the senator asked.
'Because the lives of my family and I were threatened, sir.'
'Threatened? By whom?' the senator questioned.
'By a terrorist, sir' Ollie answered.
'Terrorist? What terrorist could possibly scare you that much?'
'His name is Osama bin Laden, sir' Ollie replied.
At this point the senator tried to repeat the name, but couldn't pronounce it, which most people back then probably couldn't. A couple of people laughed at the attempt. Then the senator continued. Why are you so afraid of this man?' the senator asked.
'Because, sir, he is the most evil person alive that I know of', Ollie answered.
'And what do you recommend we do about him?' asked the senator.
'Well, sir, if it was up to me, I would recommend that an assassin team be formed to eliminate him and his men from the face of the earth.'
The senator disagreed with this approach, and that was all that was shown of the clip.
By the way, that senator was Al Gore!
Also:
Terrorist pilot Mohammad Atta blew up a bus in Israel in 1986. The Israelis captured, tried and imprisoned him. As part of the Oslo agreement with the Palestinians in 1993, Israel had to agree to release so-called 'political prisoners.'
However, the Israelis would not release any with blood on their hands, The American President at the time, Bill Clinton, and his Secretary of State, Warren Christopher, 'insisted' that all prisoners be released.
Thus Mohammad Atta was freed and eventually thanked the US by flying an airplane into Tower One of the World Trade Center . This was reported by many of the American TV networks at the time that the terrorists were first identified. It was censored in the US from all later reports.
If you agree that the American public should be made aware of this fact, pass this on.
This has not been broken since 9/11/01, please keep it going... This has been kept alive and moving since 9/11. In memory of all those who perished this morning; th e passengers and the pilots on the United Air and AA fl ights, the workers in the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, and all the innocent bystanders. Our prayers go out to the friends and families of the deceased.
The Final Date Complete With Manure, Turtles & Frogs
Tom Diamond
He met a knockout gal. She met a knockout guy. They met in a grocery store in the landscaping dept. both looking like crap with holed jeans, dirt encrusted hands and arms from digging in their flowerbeds. Sweaty ballcaps pulled low, muddy sneakers with sweat stained dirty T-shirts stuck to their torso's. Both naturally musked from not washing since the day before. The perfect unplanned chance meeting over a pile of bagged manure plastic Frogs and Turtles.
Eventually he asked her to meet him at a Red Lobster for dinner. They shook hands, Then returned to whence they had come from. Both excited over meeting a new friend and prospective lover.
He turned up the stereo in his vehicle as he drove away loaded with several bags of manure in the backseat fantacizing over lusty things to come while she glanced beside her at the lil' plastic frog and turtle for her flower patch, barley visible in the plastic bag wondering where she would place them exactly in regards to her many colored multiple flowers.
He returned to his residence kicking heels and feeling cool. self assured of a hot date. She returned home and knelt down to firgure how to place her creatures that would fit with her flower scheme. She loved her Frog and Turtle.
Eventually she looked at her watch and realized she would meet her new friend shortly. She bathed in her best oils and bubblebath. He stepped into the shower, scrubbed up, shampooed and conditioned his hair. Blow dried his curls and stepped back to admire himself. They both dressed in their finest. Both looking as cool and attractive as possible. Spotless and MWAHHHH.
They both hopped into their vehicles and hooked-um to their fate and date.
They arrived to be seated in the waiting area, as they both glanced at their watch's. Eventually as time clicked along, they noticed other people coming and going. Singles,couples and familiy groups. Yet they both remained, wondering where the other was at.
As they looked around the waiting area, neither noticed the other and in fact didn't find any other person in the area attractive to them.
Eventually, they both got up and left, steaming with disgust for having been showed up.
He climbed back into his vehicle , now stinking like hell from forgetting to unload the bags of Manure. She drove off to re-dress and ponder over her Frog and Turtle once again.
His vehicle was ruined with a smell that could never be expelled. Her Frog and Turtle eventually wound up in her fishbowl.
A month passed. They forgot about each other. Then oneday while they were out walking in the same neighborhood on the same street they lived on, they met again. Twenty years had passed. They eventually married.
They were buried side by side next to a little lake full of Frogs and Turtles. Their final resting place is well kept with manicured grass and flowers kept sprinkled with fresh manure.
"O'Bamama's 57 Catsup Spread," yes anybody can see that only a fool would fail to capitalize on the huge profit behind a Catsup Industry with a title like. I expect somebody will think of 57 in some way or other for monetary political gain,HMMMMMMMMMMM,yuh think ????????
How about,"The Impeachment forum"? However this thread is posted in,'CS Misc. Lounge". That's bad enough,,,,,,,,,, Course then for a ,"CS Slip of the Tongue", we could have a thread entitled,' O'Bamama 57 Catsup Spread", then we should be all even Steven. TD
It doesn't take any special guided intelligence or light shinning thru' the windows of your house or mine to try and figure out exactly why anyone writes the stuff they do unless they can't find all the oars they need to row across the lake of life while the ducks we thought we had in a row and all neatly lined up were really Alligators with half their tails bitten off by dull-witted snapping turtles with weak bills and loose tongues who made absolutley no sense in the first place chasing Alligators around in swamps only to be gobbled up by them, once the Gators caught onto their presence, turned and snapped their heads off. Perhaps the phrase," Politically correct ", is really what we're about in this life. I would hope not. "Politically Correctness", has no meaning to me other than certain people who create disgusting or creative thoughts and ideas which they release to the public thru' any channel or means they can dream up because they have the," time, support and money to spout off their opinions. While some stuff released by Prime Time T-V and other channelling factors might seem important and eventually consume some people's time and energy in fruitless debate, the ultimate and always final conclusion is when the Gators turn around and snap those disgusting Turtle's heads off. In fact, because I had the time to write this crap doesn't mean I still know why I write what I do. Perhaps I'm merely trying to awaken some Gators to the dangers lurking at their tails. Just my humble opinion.
Whatever happened to the," Freedon of Information Act" ?
Tom Diamond
Ah . . . Sorry to bother you Mr. Obama, Sir
Excuse me Mr. Obama, I mean Senator Obama, sir. Um . . . know you are busy and important and stuff. I mean running for president is very important and . . . ah . . . I hate to bother you. I will only take a minute ok, sir? See, I have these missing pieces that are holding me up, and I was wondering sir, if you could take time out of your busy schedule and help me out. Well, listen, anyways, I can't seem to get some information I need to wrap this up. These things seem to either be "locked" or "not available'. I'm sure it's just some oversight or glitch or something. Could you help me please find these things, sir?
• Your Occidental College records • Your Columbia College records • Your Columbia Thesis paper • Your Harvard College records • Your Selective Service Registration • Your medical records • Your Illinois State Senate records • Your Illinois State Senate schedule • Your Law practice client list • A Certified Copy of your original Birth certificate • Your embossed, signed paper Certification of Live Birth • Your Harvard Law Review articles that were published • Your University of Chicago scholarly articles • Your Record of baptism Oh hey . . . listen! I know you are busy! Is this too much for you now? I mean tell you what. I will come back tomorrow. Give you some time to get these things together, you know? I mean, I know you are busy, so I will just let myself out. I will be back tomorrow. And the day after. . ..
In the course of events I happened to find an old opened can of Red Beans in my Frig, now I assume most of us," Eager Beaver Dater Seekers" are single. Therefore there seems to be little coaching support about leftovers left around the residence or in the Frig.. While the beans looked okay, I was concerned over the unique aroma type gas smell and the dull green mossy appearance. So my question is,,,,,,,has anybody any confessions to come forth with?
Here are a few.I'll check in later on. Enjoy the discussion.
Have you ever called a woman on the phone to set up a date and she says: "Friday night? Sure. Call me on Friday and we can talk about it..."?
Or, have you ever had a woman ask you if you're "a player"?
Or, have you ever had a woman challenge you about something ridiculous?
Or, have you ever had a woman call you five minutes before a date and cancel?
Or, have you ever had a woman pout and get upset because she didn't get her way?
Or, have you ever asked a woman for her number and she says, "Why don't you give me your number and I'll call YOU"?
Well guess what... you were being TESTED.
There's many variables in the Dating Game. There never seems to be the same solution with the beginning or ending of a date. Both prospective players are doing just that, playing,playing the game of yes or no . To say this individuals thread is wrong or slanted is being nearsighted. EX. I have had women ask me to dance as well as for my phone number.. I have had women ask me to bed them. I have asked for a phone number,been refused. Then ask why ? "We don't know each other good enough". Ask," how about going to dinner then" ? " Sorry we don't know each other good enough". "Well then darlin if we can't contact each other how will we ever get to know each other better" ? Final Reply," meet me here next Saturday at 9;00. Meeting Saturday at 9;00. Date kept by both parties. Same conversation ensues.
Testing,Testing,1,2,3.
Hell-o ?
A phone number is about the only way to be able to schedule time together unless by E-mail. Better to tell that man or woman," hey I'm not interested than to be a jerk, and try to come up with another misleading solution".
I test,you test, hell everybody tests all of the time. No ending to it and all tests vary. I applaud the thread and everybody's personal opinion concerning women's test's but to think that everybpdy's expectaions and approach towards tests are the same is very self centered and nearsighted. Being on the receiving end of a woman's scorn or testing method is brutal and in many cases unfair. Since I'm man, I haven't any idea how women feel about the way we test them. Off my podium.. T.D.
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