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  Idol Judges

  by Lady Lee in

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  i'd like to give these judges a dictionary.

  randy drives me nuts.

  here is a professional man who talks like a school kid.

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  "I think Simon is usually right on. He says all the things no one else wants to say to the contestants. That's why he's there. He has the hard job."
  
  Exactly. What really annoys me is that Simon sits quietly and listens to the other two judges' comments and they always, always, ALWAYS interrupt when it's his turn to speak. Maybe because they realize his opinion is the only one that matters.
  
  I'm so over this show. Is it just me or is this the dullest year ever?
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  Here We Go Again: The Annual ``Behave! at Conventions" Harangue

  by Room 215 in

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  now that the gerontocrats have dispensed with their annual springtime campaign of blustering everyone away from the wine and bread, it's now time to for the yearly decalogue of decorum; an epistle to the clueless.. in the april kingdom ministry the old farts tackle their annual chore of getting their dubbies to somehow behave like normal, thoughtful human beings when let loose on the public away from their kingdom halls.. what do we find on page 5?

  ``reminders" to the rabble not to save seats; not to leave the premises during the noon lunch break, nor to bring booze or large coolers; to tip at least 15% to 20% when dining at restaurants.

  this, i believe is a first; they now feel they have to coach jws on just how much is considered apopropriate by ``worldly" (read ``normal") human beings.

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  It's even worse as "internal security", but I won't even go there.

  daniel-p

  Oh, c'mon, you can go there. Seriously - what's internal security?
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  It's Begining to Look A Lot Like Fitzmas!

  by SixofNine in

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  and treason is the reason for the season.

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  truth is soooo much more interesting than fiction.

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  LOL Good stuff...does George have to fire himself now?
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  Ghosts, Demons, or Imagination?

  by ButtLight in

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  ok, its happened again!

  but not to me this time, my 12 year old son.. last night he fell asleep on the couch, so i left him there and went to bed.

  he wolk up about 3 am, and walked upstairs to his bedroom.

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  "But I would think he would come up with something other than crying his eys out at 3 am scared to death. And considering the next night he wanted to sleep in my room where my bf was (i hadnt gone to bed yet), I highly doubt it."
  
  Why are you and your son so afraid? If this is a supernatural being, has it ever done anything to physically harm you or your family? If you really believe that it's a ghost, why not talk to it the next time you sense its presence? Perhaps ask it what it wants. Who knows - maybe it's just hot and likes to play with toys...
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  I'm back!!!!

  by RichieRich in

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  hello again from sunny north carolina!!!.

  our state lotto started today, and i won 15 dollars, and only bought 1 $1 card.

  so whoop whoop for gambling.. i was in miami florida last week for the photoshop world conference, but i also got to tour the everglades, where i took some beautiful pictures.

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  Sooooo... scratch-offs, Photoshop and petty thievery. A day in the good life. (Excuse me, I have to go feather the edges of a cheeseburger by oh, about 2 pixels and then add the perfect drop shadow so you can't tell I pieced it together with the fries and drink. Look for my work in a mailbox near you. [I love my job.])
  
  Welcome back.
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  Muslims can never live North of Artic Circle

  by stillajwexelder in

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  muslims can never live north of artic circle - or south of antartic circle - because in summer sun never sets - and if ramadan falls in summer , they could never eat or drink - because only supposed to after sundown .

  which raises a question - would be difficult for jws because even in april - days are long and hence difficult to pass emblems around until very late

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  Oh. So it's the latter.
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  I don't care!

  by Frannie Banannie in

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  i don't care.

  the lady who wrote this letter is pam foster of pamela foster and associates in atlanta.

  she's been in business since 1980 doing interior design and home planning.. .

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  "It'd be much better in the long run if the core players were forced to face one another in man-to-man combat and settle things that way."
  
  Wouldn't that be great? This puts an image in my head of GWB and Osama squaring off in a cage fight. Yeah.
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  Muslims can never live North of Artic Circle

  by stillajwexelder in

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  muslims can never live north of artic circle - or south of antartic circle - because in summer sun never sets - and if ramadan falls in summer , they could never eat or drink - because only supposed to after sundown .

  which raises a question - would be difficult for jws because even in april - days are long and hence difficult to pass emblems around until very late

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  Isn't it impossible for ANYONE to live in those places? Or am I just geographically inept?
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  Manifesto (or I DO care)

  by hemp lover in

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  manifesto a press release from prka.

  by george saunders .

  posted thursday, aug. 26, 2004, at 3:59 pm et .

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  hemp lover

  Manifesto

  A press release from PRKA.

  By George Saunders
  Posted Thursday, Aug. 26, 2004, at 3:59 PM ET

  Last Thursday, my organization, People Reluctant To Kill for an Abstraction, orchestrated an overwhelming show of force around the globe.

  At precisely 9 in the morning, working with focus and stealth, our entire membership succeeded in simultaneously beheading no one. At 10, Phase II began, during which our entire membership did not force a single man to suck another man's penis. Also, none of us blew himself/herself up in a crowded public place. No civilians were literally turned inside out via our powerful explosives. In addition, at 11, in Phase III, zero (0) planes were flown into buildings.

  During Phase IV, just after lunch, we were able to avoid bulldozing a single home. Furthermore, we set, on roads in every city, in every nation in the world, a total of zero (0) roadside bombs which, not being there, did not subsequently explode, killing/maiming a total of nobody. No bombs were dropped, during the lazy afternoon hours, on crowded civilian neighborhoods, from which, it was observed, no post-bomb momentary silences were then heard. These silences were, in all cases, followed by no unimaginable, grief-stricken bellows of rage, and/or frantic imprecations to a deity. No sleeping baby was awakened from an afternoon nap by the sudden collapse and/or bursting into flame of his/her domicile during Phase IV.

  

  In the late afternoon (Phase V), our membership focused on using zero (0) trained dogs to bite/terrorize naked prisoners. In addition, no stun guns, rubber batons, rubber bullets, tear gas, or bullets were used, by our membership, on any individual, anywhere in the world. No one was forced to don a hood. No teeth were pulled in darkened rooms. No drills were used on human flesh, nor were whips or flames. No one was reduced to hysterical tears via a series of blows to the head or body, by us. Our membership, while casting no racial or ethnic aspersions, skillfully continued not to rape, gang-rape, or sexually assault a single person. On the contrary, during this late-afternoon phase, many of our membership flirted happily and even consoled, in a nonsexual way, individuals to whom they were attracted, putting aside their sexual feelings out of a sudden welling of empathy.

  As night fell, our membership harbored no secret feelings of rage or, if they did, meditated, or discussed these feelings with a friend until such time as the feelings abated, or were understood to be symptomatic of some deeper sadness.

  It should be noted that, in addition to the above-listed and planned activities completed by our members, a number of unplanned activities were completed by part-time members, or even nonmembers.

  In London, a bitter homophobic grandfather whose grocery bag broke open gave a loaf of very nice bread to a balding gay man who stopped to help him. A stooped toothless woman in Tokyo pounded her head with her hands, tired beyond belief of her lifelong feelings of anger and negativity, and silently prayed that her heart would somehow be opened before it was too late. In Syracuse, New York, holding the broken body of his kitten, a man felt a sudden kinship for all small things.

  Even declared nonmembers, it would appear, responded to our efforts. In Chitral, Pakistan, for example, a recent al-Qaida recruit remembered the way an elderly American tourist once made an encouraging remark about his English, and how, as she made the remark, she touched his arm, like a mother. In Gaza, an Israeli soldier and a young Palestinian, just before averting their eyes and muttering insults in their respective languages, exchanged a brief look of mutual shame.

  Who are we? A word about our membership.

  Since the world began, we have gone about our work quietly, resisting the urge to generalize, valuing the individual over the group, the actual over the conceptual, the inherent sweetness of the present moment over the theoretically peaceful future to be obtained via murder. Many of us have trouble sleeping and lie awake at night, worrying about something catastrophic befalling someone we love. We rise in the morning with no plans to convert anyone via beating, humiliation, or invasion. To tell the truth, we are tired. We work. We would just like some peace and quiet. When wrong, we think about it awhile, then apologize. We stand under awnings during urban thunderstorms, moved to thoughtfulness by the troubled, umbrella-tinged faces rushing by. In moments of crisis, we pat one another awkwardly on the back, mumbling shy truisms. Rushing to an appointment, remembering a friend who has passed away, our eyes well with tears and we think: Well, my God, he could be a pain, but still I'm lucky to have known him.

  This is PRKA. To those who would oppose us, I would simply say: We are many. We are worldwide. We, in fact, outnumber you. Though you are louder, though you create a momentary ripple on the water of life, we will endure, and prevail.

  Join us.

  Resistance is futile.

  http://www.slate.com/id/2105672/
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  I don't care!

  by Frannie Banannie in

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  i don't care.

  the lady who wrote this letter is pam foster of pamela foster and associates in atlanta.

  she's been in business since 1980 doing interior design and home planning.. .

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  hemp lover

  As for......
  

  The counter rant:

  I'll care when cowardly Americans come down out their comfy air -con over the horizon fighter jets and high flying bombers and fight like men instead of killing countless innocents while hiding behind massive egos and even bigger firepower.

  playing a ragheads advocate

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  What were the crimes committed by the innocents in the World Trade Center? Their crimes were their various nationalities and religious persuasions not being Muslims, I think. They didn't deserve what happened to them either.

  No, they didn't deserve what happened to them. But I'm pretty sure the people Uncle Bruce was speaking for in his counter rant were Iraqis - who had nothing to do with 9/11.