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I almost voted once, but then I tried to get the policy books for the parties.

liek jumping through fuckin hoops... I don't think anybody knows what they're voting for

The problem is, Im not all that INTERESTED in politics. In fact, I hate it. But, I know it is important to know what shit is going down, so I pay attention.

nobody is interested in politics. in fact, if they are they might be insane.

sry if i offend, it was more of a blanket aimed-at-teh-world statment.

deet,
has stopped using 'backspace'

Sicko.

When someone has a string on a subject, anyone mentioning that subject will get a lecture on that subject from the person with the string.

Most of the stuff people talk about here, like politics, military strategy, etc., I know very little about. But when you get to biology, ecology, natural resources and related fields, I come out of the woodwork.

Same goes for a lot of the people talking about a lot of the stuff

INTARNET GEEENIUS care of GOOOOOOOOOGLE.

deet,
bitter.

Duly noted. Six drops of evening primrose oil the morning after, for a hangover. In the meantime, chew a piece of crystalized ginger for nausea. Dry toast shouldn't hurt either.

LG,
-Reincarnated village wisewoman.

Or, drink until morning.

deet,
obviously the more experienced drunkard.

OMFG I GOT DORKED!

lol. I saw this pic for the first time yesterday, and this is the second time in 24 hours.

It must be a sign, that my threads need more whale penis.

The sun and the sky, the all-seeing Eye?
All of my life, I've heard this lie.

Is He still alive? They said he can't die.
All of my life, I've heard this lie.

Why should I try, when that I know I'll die?
All of my life, I've heard this lie.

Die rich, or die poor. Believe, or die more?
I hate to say, but I'm not your whore.

You're old and decrepit, your idols are false.
Your ideals are broken, your freedoms are walls.

My vision is clear, this boat I can steer,
toward or away, but here I can't stay.

I've know this for a while now, and it really bothers me.

What bothers me even more is when people just shrug it off.

I'm not sure why this should bother me.. I mean, it's not like there is much being produced in the States these days, and more of it's manufacturing is being done elsewhere.

Flames, answers, links, any explanation?

I have no clue what's so bad about it.

Plenty is manufactured in America.  Some of the finest cluster bombs in the WORLD are manufactured in America.

The real issue is that - manufacturing or not - America IS the world's economic hub.  When America gets a cold, economically, the world sneezes.

And when America collapses under her own weight, she'll drag the whole world into a dark age.  That's not "arrogance" talking, that's cold, hard fact.

I'm taking a small leap of logic here, but this is what I'm getting:

1. Average American citizen says "Holy fuck. My money is worthless."
2. Stops spending.
3. Stock market crashes, because Avg American gets scared easily.
4. China says "Holy fuck. All our investements are now worth less."
5. Japan, Saudi Arabia, etc. follows.

6. Nobody says "Wait a minute, we have an assfuckload of gold." and jumpstarts the system?

edit: upon reflection, while washing dishes, I have realized something.
I'm not going to get it; it's just money.

deet,
has no knowledge of economics.

I've know this for a while now, and it really bothers me.

What bothers me even more is when people just shrug it off.

I'm not sure why this should bother me.. I mean, it's not like there is much being produced in the States these days, and more of it's manufacturing is being done elsewhere.

Flames, answers, links, any explanation?

I have no clue what's so bad about it.

And, some of them see the light.


Eventually.


LMNO
-used to look like this:

MGD,
laughing at yuo
(even though he probably looked equally ridiculous during certain times in his life)

MGD,
laughing at himslef.

deet,
can't laugh. There may be a few pics of me wearing pants with 27" (wide) legs, and bright-ass orange baseball caps.

PETA cares more about your dog than yuo.

i don't know where, but two people wrote those

and one of them wasn't wearing any pants.  

When I die, I'd like to be fed to cattle.

Because I'm not your average worm food.

We are less able to communicate effectively due to a number of modern inventions. All of which have created the medium of Near-Real-Time messaging.

Take for instance MSN Messenger. I can edit a single sentence three, four times before I send it. This allows me a few seconds to compose my thoughts that would be an uncomfortable silence in a spoken conversation. It would also come across as dishonesty; why am I spending several seconds to say one word? In MSN, however, it is barely noticed.

Forums, such as this, allow much more time. I am able to use my backspace key to rewrite entire paragraphs. I am able to review what has been said, without having to listen and I am not able to ask for clarification if I do not wish to wait several minutes, hours or days for a response. Not to mention the editing feature, which allows me to change what I have said _after_ the response, or remove the post entirely.

This is leading us to a point where we will be able to convince ourselves that we are intellectual behemoths, capable of the most articulate statements that our families could muster. In the Real World, we'll still sound like dumbasses, but only our on-line buddies will know our true(ish) abilities.

This written with only two words changed. Because I'm that damn smart.  

It's going to rain soon. If it rains too much, Tom's soccer game will be cancelled. I hope he goes over to a friend's house. I don't mean it like that, I really want him to visit his friends. He spends too much time in his bedroom, alone. I'm not sure what I can do for him. He says he's fine, his teachers tell me he just sits in class by himself, drawing pictures. Maybe he is fine. Maybe it's just the usual teenage angst. It's been a long time since I was a teenager, I don't know what school is like for them.

He tells me he's fine. I have no choice but to believe him. Something tells me that he's lying. Maybe that's the wrong word; maybe he doesn't know how he feels. Jill tries to talk to him, but he won't tell her much. She told me once that she saw him crying, but she didn't know why.

Jill has taken things a little better than the other two. She some great friends, I think that's why. The day Susan died, one of them came over. I think her friend's mom wanted to make sure I was ok, and needed a reason to check on me. I was a wreck, I'm glad she came. It still makes me happy, sort of, to know that there are a few nice people in this world.

The hardest part of that day was telling Nancy. She just wasn't old enough to understand. She asked me to explain what the doctor meant when he told me that Susan's heart had stopped. She asked why they didn't start it again. She asked me when her mom would be home for dinner.

I still don't know how to answer that last one. I told her that she might see her in Heaven. Nancy, always so innocent, asked me how she could get there. I broke down. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and told me that everything would be OK. In that moment, I wondered who was taking care of who.

It's only been a few months, but it seems like forever. Summer vacation starts soon, and they need something to distract them. They're really going to miss Susan if they sit at home all summer, and I'm too tired to keep them busy. The muscle relaxants make my back hurt less, but I'm tired all the time. I won't be able to spend the summer with them at the farm, I can't miss physiotherapy. I really have to get back to work. They know that I'm hurt, and that I'm not able to go to the farm. My parents told me they would love to watch the kids this summer. I was relieved. This will be their first summer away from me, I hope they'll be ok.

There are a lot of memories out there. My old swing set is still standing, next to the house. The quonset is still there. It really was built to last a hundred years. They've got some old farm equipment, but most of it hasn't been used in over a decade. Dad says that they'll be antiques some day. It doesn't matter; they've got more sentimental value than most of the vechicles I've driven.

The kids will be busy the whole time they're out there. There's land past the horizon, and they've all got something to do. Tom, as always, will rip around on his dirt bike. Jill will dig holes, looking for fossils and Indian artifacts, and Nancy will chase the chickens. She caught one once. Tom told her that she'd be able to make dinner with it. Nancy didn't realize until then where the supermarket got their chicken from. Her eyes almost bugged out of her head. I laughed, I couldn't help it.

Maybe this vacation will do us all good. I'll bring them out there tomorrow, but I'm only going to spend the night.

"If Iran really wants a nuke, believe me, we've got a few extra."
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