First off, I want to take my hat of to the Australian Cricket Team for winning the first test against England. I hope we can take the "Ashes" Baaaack. We won the first test last year too, so we can't get too excited.
http://au.sports.yahoo.com/cricket/ashes-2006-07/
In the past weeks it seems we have had more tragic road fatalities involving young drivers. There has been a plea by the parents of these all too young ones to be careful. The media has been bombarded by concerned people with all kinds of suggestions. Should the age limit be raised? Should the probationary period be longer for new drivers? What should be done? I would suspect that there are more road fatalities per year than innocents killed by war. What do YOU reckon?
Headlines from the week.
Bond. James Bond. Casino Royale has had the most successful opening of any Bond film.
Smokers will decrease their chances of death only by quitting totally.
Quebec is recognized as special in Canada.
The Pope is going to cook Turkey. He will have tighter security than Georgie Bushalia did in 2004. There is great anger in the mainly Muslim country about comments he made in a speech which claimed, "Muslims" were violent. Surely they are not so violent. Why would 15000 police be needed? Looks the Turkish government is a little wary.
A dangerous dangerous time.....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCwKbUVyHLY
http://interviewdanpiraro.blogspot.com/ <--- focus on bizarro.
have fun.
play safe.
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A dangerous time
A dangerous subject.
Dangerous drivers!!!! (on the wrong side of the road?) Maybe you should convert to driving on the right side of the road. Even for a day if need be.
Dangerost
AUZZIES RULE !!!!!
Auzzies kick but.
With their cricket bats.
NOV 28. U.E'S B.DAY
Hey what happened to everyone here?
There used to be all kinds of people commenting.
Newbie
Caboultre
John in Brizzee
Spaget
and we even haven't heard from the lovely Tara..... I miss her picture.
ALL THESE PEOPLE HAVE DISSAPEARED LIKE A FART IN THE WIND.
Kudos to Mr. Piraro. Lots of good comments there. I've had an idea on my mind lately with reference to the cruelty to animals that he was citing as so prevalent in the world. Cigarette packages have created a precedent in our legal system. Products should be required to show people the harm they are doing buy consuming a product. One analogous way to do this in the food world is that for every meat item you buy, it be required that a picture of the specific animal you are eating be shown on the package, and the name that it was called by while alive. It should show the animal in the place where it spent most of its time. If that is a small cage (as it is for the chickens raised to be eaten by KFC customers) then any human being with any sort of compassion or decency whatsoever will realize from the picture that they are causing animals to be abused and tortured. If the animal is living in a happy, sunny field amidst a flock of others that keep her or him company, then people buying the product will realize that they are eating an animal that led a happy, free life.
The pictures on the cover of cigarette packages have proven to reduce the amount of smokers in the world, putting less strain on people and our medical systems. The same should be done for the animals whose lives give us the sustenance we need to live. They deserve some respect in return for what they give us.
Native spirituality has one very important advantage over most common religions. Natives pray to the spirit of an animal that they have killed. They ask the spirit of the animal to be understanding and forgiving. Most other religions say grace to God instead. God is probably cupping His head in His hands and saying "How could I possibly have created you people?! You're so dense! Say thank you to the cow for crying out loud, not me! Animals have feelings too, people! I should know, I created them!"
Well it is a good thing that most religions paint God as a loving, forgiving sort of being.
Here is another relevant quote to think about:
Morality and ethics do not have a medium in which they objectively exist. They are created by our perceptions, and our socialized need to co-exist. However, torture and agony DO in fact exist in a very objective and REAL sense, and we all know what they feel like.
I hope that gives some creedence to why it might be important to understand the suffering of animals.
sorry I have been watching the snow,, and the snow and oh the snow... then there's the wind and now I hear there will be freezing rain and then finally rain
it should be a sloppy mess out on the streets by tomorrow morning
more than 20 inches of snow and then who knows how much rain will be added to that
so for whomever asked here's me ;)
Targo,
the snow has begun to melt. There is every chance that it will continue to melt. It seems as if the worst of it is over.
NOW,
Get your mind back where it belongs! Here! Feeding our minds new intelligence and knowledge! Helping us become smarter people! It's yer responsibility! It's one of the joys of your life! Don't neglect us or we'll all become dumb and stupid!
"Istanbul is a bridge that unites sides." said the Pope. WTH
Sides of what? Old Bendover, oops, Benedict should keep his nose outta politics and on his religion BS (blog spot)
Smokers will decrease their chances of death only by quitting totally. Go figure.
Quebec special? Quebec handicapped? Special alright!
Ban Vancouver drivers from driving when it snows and ICBC would save lots of money and there would be fewer traffic fatalities.
Let's not dicuss teenage drivers.
As of Dec. 5th my baby will be driving. Providing he passes his learners test. Not sure how I feel. I do know that everyone of my children were at different responsibility levels when they reached the age of 16.
I'm not sure if it is age, maturity or experience. Still thinking.
AV
Wanna be, I love your idea about the Poop, oops, pup, whatever. I've got a better idea. How about the entire Catholic church be tried for crimes against humanity through the sum total of all of its history, be sued for damages, and everybody in upper echolongs of leadership get put in jail as perpetrators of crimes against humanity. THAT would be fair.
Only by quitting totally can smokers decrease the risk of death??!! Okay, so you're telling me that someone who smokes three cigarettes a week is equally as likely to die as someone who smokes two packs a day? Wow, interesting stats, I wonder what PhD moron did THAT study.
Quebec? Its own nation? Well let's not forget that Canada still hasn't recognized "First Nations" as their own nation on an official level, and THEY were here before ANYBODY else! And they were treated by early Canadians with about the same respect that Jews were treated by Nazis! So let's not get ahead of ourselves here about who forms what nation.
So chanks, you figure there are more fatalities from traffic accidents than innocent deaths in war? Hmm. Is that an attempt to justify invading somebody? Hmm, Al Qaeda could use that same logic to justify 911. After all, Al Qaeda does have its policies that are simply motivated by a desire to save people from American Imperialism, an evil which causes much poverty, death, and oppression worldwide.
Read This Slowly
Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a 55 zone. Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught so often?
When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but only partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard.
Maybe some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror. The cop was stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand.
Bob? Bob from Church? Jack sunk farther into his trench coat. This was worse than the coming ticket. A cop catching a guy from his own church. A guy who happened to be a little eager to get home after a long day at the office. A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.
Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man he'd never seen in uniform.
"Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this."
"Hello, Jack." No smile.
"Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids."
"Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good.
"I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent the rules a bit -just this once."
Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said something about roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?" "I know what you mean. I also know that you have a reputation in our precinct " Ouch. This was not going in the right direction. Time to change tactics.
"What'd you clock me at?"
"Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?"
"Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as saw you. I was barely nudging 65." The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.
"Please, Jack, in the car"
Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming it shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open the window.
The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad.
Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?
Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever sat near this cop again. A tap on the door jerked his head to the left. There was Bob, a folded paper in hand Jack rolled down the window a mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.
"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.
Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack watched his retreat in the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was this one going to cost?
Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke?
Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:
"Dear Jack, Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed by a car. You guessed it- a speeding driver. A fine and three months in jail, and the man was free. Free to hug his daughters, all three of them. I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven before I can ever hug her again.
A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it again. Even now. Pray for me. And be careful, Jack, my son is all I have left."
"Bob"
Jack turned around in time to see Bob's car pull away and head down the road. Jack watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.
Life is precious. Handle with care. This is an important message; please pass it along to your friends. Drive safely and carefully. Remember, cars are not the only things recalled by their maker.
Okay so I read this thing and the whole time in my mind I was thinking "Somebody made this story up". My question to you is this: if someone did indeed make up this story, is that kind of a ratty thing to do?
Read This Slowly
Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a 55 zone. Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught so often?
When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but only partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard.
Maybe some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror. The cop was stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand.
Bob? Bob from Church? Jack sunk farther into his trench coat. This was worse than the coming ticket. A cop catching a guy from his own church. A guy who happened to be a little eager to get home after a long day at the office. A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.
Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man he'd never seen in uniform.
"Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this."
"Hello, Jack." No smile.
"Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids."
"Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good.
"I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent the rules a bit -just this once."
Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said something about roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?" "I know what you mean. I also know that you have a reputation in our precinct " Ouch. This was not going in the right direction. Time to change tactics.
"What'd you clock me at?"
"Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?"
"Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as saw you. I was barely nudging 65." The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.
"Please, Jack, in the car"
Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming it shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open the window.
The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad.
Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?
Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever sat near this cop again. A tap on the door jerked his head to the left. There was Bob, a folded paper in hand Jack rolled down the window a mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.
"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.
Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack watched his retreat in the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was this one going to cost?
Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke?
Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:
"Dear Jack, Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed by a car. You guessed it- a speeding driver. A fine and three months in jail, and the man was free. Free to hug his daughters, all three of them. I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven before I can ever hug her again.
A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it again. Even now. Pray for me. And be careful, Jack, my son is all I have left."
"Bob"
Jack turned around in time to see Bob's car pull away and head down the road. Jack watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.
Life is precious. Handle with care. This is an important message; please pass it along to your friends. Drive safely and carefully. Remember, cars are not the only things recalled by their maker.
Okay so I read this thing and the whole time in my mind I was thinking "Somebody made this story up". My question to you is this: if someone did indeed make up this story, is that kind of a ratty thing to do?
Hey Chanks..... is the holiday over or what? Should I delete this from my favorites?
I think you need to start out fresh, maybe 'some guy' will help ya. Things should be getting back to normal by now.
Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season and I wish you all the very best in 2007.
Happy New Year.
AV
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