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Millions of American babies are without healthcare,
millions more Kujrati Indians are still homeless weeks after the quake----
and this is what the American authorities are worrying about.
The size of the holes in "swiss" cheese.
This is so sad it's hardly funny..
Here's a lesson for those closed-mind people who think third world's problems are only third world's concerns.
Ebola may have just popped up in Canada. Last Saturday, a woman had been taken ill by something that looked suspiciously like Ebola, after having arrived in Canada only a day prior on a trans-continental flights that had taken her through New Jersey and Toronto airports.
Aren't we lucky that Ebola is not air-borne.
Read this on BBC news:
The state of Utah has made a critical decision. It has elected to have an official state snack. And not just any snack, but jelly - known in the United States by the commercial name of Jell-O.
Yes, that wobbly, gooey substance much loved at children's birthday parties is now the official snack of the good state of Utah.
This is not a joke.
Apparently the state's capital, Salt Lake City, has earned the dubious distinction of having the highest per capita consumption of Jell-O not only in the US, but in the whole world.
This not without some serious competition. After guzzling its way through gallons of the slithery jelly, Salt Lake City valiantly defeated last year's biggest consumer, Des Moines, Iowa.
Oh yes, someone, somewhere, is recording these important facts.
And so it is official. Areil Sharon has won.
I am flabbergasted. Whatever little that was left of the "peace" in the middle east has just been swept away in this election landslide.
I feel like crying.
A great idea if I've ever heard of one.
Patt Morrison of the Los Angeles Times has a fabulous idea which has become a national project. Presidents' Day will be on February 19th. If you each make a donation, however small, to a pro-choice organization they will send a card to President Bush saying: "President Bush, a Donation has been made in your name to Planned Parenthood."
The onslaught of cards will help him realize how many American men and women respect a woman's
right to choose. Additionally your check will help Planned Parenthood withthe *many* good services they offer.
Grab a checkbook and send a check (in whatever amount you wish--no amount is too small) to a Planned Parenthood office. Either look up the local address, or simply go to plannedparenthood.com and donate there. Make sure and specify "President's Day Project".
Exit polls over in Israel predict Ariel Sharon's landslide. What has the world come to.
a village idiot in the White House.
a war criminal getting elected to one of the world's most explosive region.
a Nobel "Peace" Prize winner encouraging the blooddiest intafada in recent memory.
yikes.
At least Dubya is good for some'in
a good laugh that is.
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A tourist walks into a curio shop in San Francisco. Looking around at the exotica, he notices a very life-like, life-sized bronze statue of a rat. It has no price tag, but is so striking he decides he must have it. He took it to the owner: "How much for the bronze rat?"
"Twelve dollars for the rat, one hundred dollars for the story, "said the owner.
The tourist gave the man twelve dollars. "I'll just take the rat, you can keep the story."
As he walked down the street carrying his bronze rat, he noticed that a few real rats had crawled out of the alleys and sewers and began following him down the street. This was disconcerting, he began walking faster. But within a couple blocks, the herd of rats behind him had grown to hundreds, and they began squealing.
He began to trot toward the Bay, looking around to see that the rats now numbered in the MILLIONS, and were squealing and coming toward him faster and faster.
Concerned, even scared, he ran to the edge of the Bay, and threw the bronze rat as far out into the Bay as he could. Amazingly, the millions of rats all jumped into the Bay after it, and were all drowned.
The man walked back to the curio shop. "Ah ha," said the owner, "You have come back for the story?"
"No," said the man, "I came back to see if you have a bronze Republican."
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George W. Bush, Albert Einstein and Pablo Picasso have all died. Due to a glitch in the mundane/celestial time-space continuum, all three arrive at the Pearly Gates more or less simultaneously, even though their deaths have taken place decades apart.
The first to present himself to Saint Peter is Einstein. Saint Peter questions him. "You look like Einstein, but you have NO idea the lengths certain people will go to, to sneak into Heaven under false pretenses. Can you prove who you really are?"
Einstein ponders for a few seconds and asks, "Could I have a blackboard and some chalk?" Saint Peter complies with a snap of his fingers. The blackboard and chalk instantly appear. Einstein proceeds to describe with arcane mathematics and symbols his special theory of relativity. Saint Peter is suitably impressed. "You really *are* Einstein! Welcome to heaven!"!
The next to arrive is Picasso. Once again Saint Peter asks for his credentials. Picasso doesn't hesitate. "Mind if I use that blackboard and chalk?" Saint Peter says, "Go ahead."
Picasso erases Einstein's scribbles and proceeds to sketch out a truly stunning mural. Bulls, satyrs, nude women: he captures their essences with but a few strokes of the chalk. Saint Peter claps. "Surely you are the great artist you claim to be! Come on in!"
The last to arrive is George W. Bush. Saint Peter scratches his head. "Einstein and Picasso both managed to prove their identity. How can you prove yours?"
George W. looks bewildered, "Who are Einstein and Picasso?"
Saint Peter sighs, "Come on in, George."
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Again these are courtesy of Julian Orr.
Good grief. The US Senate just confirmed that bigot Ashcroft as the Attorney General. Nice. He who couldn't even beat a dead guy on a Senate race gets the top job at the Justice Dept.
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