and their collective tongue wagging.
This book is primarily directed to the people of the three major religions of the world (Islam, Judaism and Christianity), whose roots are in the God of Abraham.
The market is greatly restricted, since the work is published in English, Dutch, Italian, French and Spanish only. Although, something does tell me that it’s not going to be a best-seller, no matter the language.
Canada Food Inspection Agency list of contaminated products from the Peanut Corp. of America in Georgia, including pet food products. About a third of the way down the page is the list of products manufactured in America.
Even though federal health officials have begun a criminal investigation into whether the Peanut Corporation of America deliberately sold contaminated products, the government still needed the company’s permission last week before announcing a huge recall of its products. —NYTimes online
Link to NYTimes online article here.
The FDA needed the permission of the Peanut Corp. of America prior to announcing a peanut product recall because the product was contaminated with salmonella? WTF is with that? Even that backwater nation known as Canada published the list of contaminated products from Peanut Corp. of America before the FDA had “permission”.
Let’s see now…
Salmonella? Can’t be. No way. Let’s see what the Peanut Corp. of America says about it first before we actually do anything. Quote: “Peanut Corporation of America will update this page as facts dictate.”
Really? I think they mean that they’ll publish an update after they dictate to the FDA what will be said.
It would seem the eight-year long nightmare the world was having isn’t over yet. But then, nothing so involved would ever truly happen overnight — unless it too was a nightmare.
do this:
Authorities said a Florida man called 911 instead of showing his license during a traffic stop.
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The man was charged with resisting arrest with violence and battery on a law-enforcement officer. He was released on $2,700 bail. — wral.com
how I talked myself into a speeding ticket.
Back in the ’70s…
I was north of Valentine, Nebraska. It was cloudy. Cold. A north wind was blowing. It was early spring, if I remember right. I was headed south on U.S. 83. I was speeding. A lot.
Lights in the rearview. Siren. The whole shebang.
-Hello, officer.
-Yeah.
-That fast? I didn’t think this would go that fast.
-Yeah, it’s cold all right.
-I’m headed down the road a bit into Valentine to get warmed up.
-No, not overnight. I’m trying to make Vegas.
And that, dear reader, was my instant downfall. I could tell by the sudden flash of recognition that actually crossed his entire face. I was a goner. He knew I had cash, and he was going to get some of it for the municipality of Valentine. Right now.
He wrote me up for something like 75 in a 60, then handed me the ticket and told me that I could mail in the money today if I wanted to. Not being a complete dummy, I acquiesced and put a wad of cash into an envelope, which he watched me seal and that I held onto. He told me to follow him into Valentine and to pull up behind him at a mailbox, where he took the envelope from me and then dropped it into the box.
End of story.
Did the cash end up in Valentine’s coffers?
I have no idea.
Did I think of phoning city hall to find out?
Not at all.
Would I today, if it happened the same way?
You betcha.
And ever since, when I’m north of Valentine, I try to keep it to 5 over.
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Lost wages. The City That Never Sleeps. Circus Circus was going to be my destination. Or maybe Caesar’s Palace. Neither of which happened. First stop: a liquor store. I ended up drunk in some two-story with orange paint around the door frames and windows. Damned if I can remember the name of the place. I think it started with an S. Or maybe a B.
Or not.
Anyone else know the name of the place?
I can’t ask my buddy. He’s dead now.
I know we had one helluva time, because we left there broke and hung over like the sons of bitches that we both were back then — but not before we spent our last twenties at two whorehouses on the way by.
Updated below.
An elementary school principal in New Brunswick has decided that O Canada (Canada’s national anthem, for those of you who don’t watch hockey) should not be played or participated in during class time.
Word.
Dumbass.
My suggestion for elementary school principal Erik Millett, the failed Green Party candidate and late-to-the-party hippie, is to suck it up, buttercup. Set your children free by allowing them to sing the national anthem. Millett’s reasoning surely must be affected by his inability to comprehend what country he resides, given that some children attending the school have relatives that were killed while serving in Afghanistan.
Link to article here, here and a blog article here.
Rex Murphy takes a common-man look at the entire inclusive stupidity here.
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The uninitiated among you should be made aware that Canada may be the only country in the world that will boo its own national anthem. This supposed travesty will occur any time an NHL team from Quebec travels to English Canada, particularly Alberta. The reason? The anthem is sung in French.
Yes, I know.
But it’s uniquely Canadian.
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Update: On February 1, school superintendent Zoe Watson ordered that the daily singing of O Canada be reinstated. Mr. Millet was given a chance to reverse his policy voluntarily, but he refused any response to the request.
Now there’s a guy who isn’t the brightest lightbulb in the room.
Actual health experts on abstinence education all agree that teaching it is not effective. That doesn’t discourage the circus known as “abstinence education” in Ohio from participating.
It’s no wonder abstinence education doesn’t work when even a clown can’t get his costume right. Audience and purpose notwithstanding, any clown who came to my party without makeup would be shown the door post-haste.
Are some people really dumber than a box of hammers?
Yes!
John Rempel said he quit his truck driving job, lost friends, borrowed money and crossed the globe in pursuit of a non-existent inheritance… – Trevor Wilhelm, The Windsor Star
Here’s a link to 419eater.com for some novel ways of responding to these scams — but does anyone really care?