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who is behind it all?    kinda freaky when there is so many cover ups.


they do this so they can take more liberty's away from us little by little.
look at all we concider normal now after 911. they have us practicly naked before we get on board a plane, It's ok to listen in on peoples phone call's, as of Dec 2006 you need a passport to even go to the Bahamas.

soon we will all have ID Cards.

Karyoker said it best.

Black and White
      (Under age 40? You won't understand.)


      You could hardly see for all the snow,

Spread the rabbit ears as far as they go.

    Pull a chair up to the TV set,

    "Good Night, David. Good Night, Chet."  


     
My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.

My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in icepack coolers, but I can't remember getting e.coli

Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.

The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.

We all took gym, not PE.. and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym)
instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.

Flunking gym was not an option... even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym.


I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.

I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations.

We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked.

Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics, and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.

We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got our butt spanked there and then we got butt spanked again when we got home.

I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop, just before he fell off. Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck.

To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that?

We needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes? We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac! How did we ever survive?

LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA, AND TO ALL WHO DIDN'T- SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED. I WOULDN'T TRADE IT FOR ANYTHING

Mr. October!  :worship:

Actually, you may have had minor food poisoning and just not known it ... but for the rest...

You forgot the Indian that came on at midnight after the jets flew across the scene to the "we have slipped the surly bonds of earth..."

The best toy (and longest lasting) had no moving parts or blinking lights and was usually found in a vacant lot or construction site.

Getting a ride to school from your mom was because you went to the doctors office first.

Camping meant pitching a tent; not finding a parking space.

A TV dinner meant mom was sick or the parents were going out.

That was back when we could actually say "Indian" without offending someone.

Kids these days have to play "agricultueral handlers and Native americans"

instead of cowboys and Indians

I was still in bed. My husband went to work, heard the news, and called me to tell me to get the TV on and listen.

I just recall feeling totally terrified and helpless.... I thought it was gonna continue all over the place, and each new report made it worse.

I kept my kids close by me, and it was very hard being so scared but trying to make them believe everything would be okay...... I'll never ever forget a single moment of that day. I cried my eyes out, and hardly ever got off the couch watching the television.

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I was getting ready to go to class. Never left the house though. I called my reserve command to let them know where I was incase they needed me. They told me they didn't need any berzerkers in the Navy.

I was extremely jealous of a freind of mine, St John, who went to Iraq after the first incursion got started.  I felt like I never did my part. My grandfather was military and so was my Dad. He flew bombers (pilot) in the Navy. (Lt Commander)

I finally went in to enlist or at least talk to a recruiter here in San Marcos and he asked what I would be interesed in doing as a job. I was too old to go into an officer program which miffed me considerably so I went with my major at school and asked for a slot as military police, Army.  My brother had taken the test in San Antonio and had the highest score in Texas so I wanted to see what my scores would look like and then see what else I might be offered. Well the morning of the test I went down there to take the bus and get started and he wanted me to sign the paperwork, then and there. I told him I hadn't talked to Advanced Micro Devices yet or my fiancee and wasn't ready to sign until I took the test and got my physical done. He went on a tangent about how I said if I could get a slot in my first choice I would sign on the dotted line. He was literally yelling at me and had a second officer come help him try to manipulate me into signing. That might work on 18 year olds but it just pi*sed me off and I walked out.  If he had just waited I had no intention of not following through with the commitment.  It's probably best the way it worked but I still feel a void where a military career should have been.






Here's actual footage of me fighting off recruiters with a giant ice cream cone. War is hell but fighting off recruiters is no walk in the park either.

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Looks like they took a lickin' and kept on tickin'  :yum:

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I remember where I was on 9/11/01.....I had just gotten to work at the dentist's office, was the first one there because it was my day to open...turned the radio on and heard them say the first tower was hit.....sat down and cried ....then grabbed the phone, called home and told my kids I loved them and cried some more.  :bigcry:  Had lots of trouble working that day...on a lighter note, everyone was so numb and in shock that we didn't have to use a lot of novacaine . - Tonya

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Yeah,   But can you imagine a camping area without electrical outlets for the TV and Microwave ?   My GOD....  What type of masochistic idea is "The great outdoors" ?  People say it can be romantic.  Of course that would still involve elecricity, because you'd need a place to plug in your computer.

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...and a fan for us southern folk.

My nephew got all fired up after 9-11 and I couldnt talk him into the navy He chose the marines He wanted to kickk a**  So sure enough he got transferred to Iraq in a few months After 6 weeks he called us on the phone and said he had been injured and was coming home OMG What happened He said well he was taunting this guy in the street shouting sadam's an SOB  He guy was shouting back Bush is a pr***  He said next thing we knew we were in the middle of the street shaking hands and got run over by a f***  bus....

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Jeff,   Looks as though that brunette is getting quite a workout on the treadmill.  She's found a means of burning off even more calories, and firming more muscles than the standard treadmill user.

(thing is, something tells me she's not actually a brunette..  You see, you can color a blondes hair,  but she'll still always be "A blonde"    )

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I did my part.  Even though I have a selective service card, I still did my part.

To:      Uncle_Sam.com
From:  Colonel Kappy  (Self acclaimed two star black beret combined forces)
Re:      Even though I was ready to run to Canada 30 years ago, I've matured since.


Dear Sam.

   As you know,  I was somewhat bratty when it might've been my time to serve my country..  Remember how I showed up wheezing, and walking flat-footed, even putting webbing between my toes  -but a good time was had by all when the nurse at the physical told me to turn my head.. and I started quacking like a duck...

   Now that I'm 48 (actually I'm a little older but I still have the physique of a ripe 47 year old fat bald unemployed borderline diabetic couch potato) I've grown much wiser,  have a great life insurance policy,  and I think I'd like to be a black beret.  As they say,  "You are never too old"
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Here's my resume

june 1960-  After hours crying it was decided that I'm too young to leave my mother, and pre-school won't work. But who'd have thought that only 4 years later I'd be entering my second year of Kindergarten, totally paper trained !


march 1972-   After celebrating my 16th birthday,  one of the other second graders moms made me brownies. I got a rash and had to show up at DMV hoping to get my drivers license with socks on my hands..  (The school nurse was afraid I'd scrape off one of empitiego scabs I got from playing in the neighbors litterbox (thought it was a sandbox..damn cats, such dirty animals)

march 1972-   Showed up at elementary school in my new Plymouth Valiante,  an upper-classman  (5th grade girl)  gave me a funny look..  I think she wanted me.

march 1972-              I was invited to not return to school ever again.

November 1980-       Applied as guard for the Tomb of unknown soldier


February   1981-       Received letter from Arlington Va. requesting I reapply when I
                                  lose 26 inches around my waiste, cut-off is size 32

January  2005-           Joined Karaoke Scene


February 2005-           2000th post in Karaoke scene

Future Goals:             To get one year star next year in Karaoke Scene and live a
                                   life of glamour and fortune

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Northeast United States runner up for the "Singing Hall of Shame".