My cat Echo has been missing for weeks.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Monday, July 11, 2005
Postcards Rejected by the Florida Tourism Board
Quaint Florida Fixer-upper
For Sale Cheap Only $250,0000
Saturday, July 9, 2005
"The corn is as high as an elephant's eye..."
This photo (sans elephant) was taken at Ray's farm in Staunton about a week ago. I photoshopped the elephant into the scene, just for fun.
The drought has been pretty long standing and we're hoping some of the drenching rain we're getting here in Florida will head north and help the midwest farmers out.
Thursday, July 7, 2005
I'm not feeling too generous towards terrorists.
I'm not feeling too generous towards terrorists.
Today, I heard the news about the bombs detonated in Manchester, England. Now, I may never make it to Europe at all, but, this is still far too close to home.
I was driving into work, hearing about multiple bombs being set off on subway cars and on a double decker bus. And, suddenly I thought,"How would these idiotic extremists fare in the face of "RADICAL AMERICAN MOMS?" That's "RAM's," for the acronym deficient.
In every war we've ever seen, the first to see battle are our youth. Why is that? Why do old men make war, and then send out our best and brightest off to fight the damn thing? And what could possibly motivate young people to participate in such and endeavor that can only end badly for everyone involved?
Everyone has a mom. Even terrorists. Personally, I think RAM's may be the answer to a new mode of warfare.
As a RAM, I have absolutely no qualms about being drafted into this war. Hell, I'll enlist. Sign me up now. Just leave my kids alone.
How can I help? First, RAM's can provide more security at airports, ports, and travel points than the most sophisticated electronic detection devices. RAM's know who's deceptive and who's not. A RAM need only look the perp in the eye, and, will instantly ascertain whether someone is a risk or not. When you lied, could you look your mom in the eye??
RAM's often have no qualms about the Geneva Conventions either, when it comes to taking down or questioning a suspect. Cut us loose. We have ways. Those of us who are menopausal, whether chemically or physiologically have experienced enough torture in life to willingly share those experiences with others. Please, put me in charge of Guantanamo. You want information, I'll get it.
I'm fifty-something. I'm invisible. I'm a mom. I have no scruples. Uncle Sam, you want ME! (not my kids). A new war requires new weapons. I'm the weapon of choice. I can sniff out deception, spread guilt like a bad infection, and, it doesn't hurt that I'm menopausal and pissed as Hell! Strap a bomb to me, Uncle, I'm ready to make this war personal - too!
Today, I heard the news about the bombs detonated in Manchester, England. Now, I may never make it to Europe at all, but, this is still far too close to home.
I was driving into work, hearing about multiple bombs being set off on subway cars and on a double decker bus. And, suddenly I thought,"How would these idiotic extremists fare in the face of "RADICAL AMERICAN MOMS?" That's "RAM's," for the acronym deficient.
In every war we've ever seen, the first to see battle are our youth. Why is that? Why do old men make war, and then send out our best and brightest off to fight the damn thing? And what could possibly motivate young people to participate in such and endeavor that can only end badly for everyone involved?
Everyone has a mom. Even terrorists. Personally, I think RAM's may be the answer to a new mode of warfare.
As a RAM, I have absolutely no qualms about being drafted into this war. Hell, I'll enlist. Sign me up now. Just leave my kids alone.
How can I help? First, RAM's can provide more security at airports, ports, and travel points than the most sophisticated electronic detection devices. RAM's know who's deceptive and who's not. A RAM need only look the perp in the eye, and, will instantly ascertain whether someone is a risk or not. When you lied, could you look your mom in the eye??
RAM's often have no qualms about the Geneva Conventions either, when it comes to taking down or questioning a suspect. Cut us loose. We have ways. Those of us who are menopausal, whether chemically or physiologically have experienced enough torture in life to willingly share those experiences with others. Please, put me in charge of Guantanamo. You want information, I'll get it.
I'm fifty-something. I'm invisible. I'm a mom. I have no scruples. Uncle Sam, you want ME! (not my kids). A new war requires new weapons. I'm the weapon of choice. I can sniff out deception, spread guilt like a bad infection, and, it doesn't hurt that I'm menopausal and pissed as Hell! Strap a bomb to me, Uncle, I'm ready to make this war personal - too!
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