Two Dads are Better than None

Still funny after all these years....Deep Thoughts (by Jack Handey)

If you ever drop your keys into a river of molten lava, let'em go,
because, man, they're gone.
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If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them
down? We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason.
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To me, it's a good idea to always carry two sacks of something when
you walk around. That way, if anybody says, "Hey, can you give me a
hand?" You can say, "Sorry, got these sacks."
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One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going
to take my nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him to an old
burned-out warehouse. "Oh no," I said, "Disneyland burned down."

He cried and cried, but I think that deep down he thought it was a
pretty good joke. I started to drive over to the real Disneyland, but
decided to go home instead.
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The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face.
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If you lived in the Dark Ages and you were a catapult operator, I
bet the most common question people would ask is, "Can't you make it
shoot farther?" "No, I'm sorry. That's as far as it shoots."
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Is there anything more beautiful than a beautiful, beautiful flamingo,
flying across in front of a beautiful sunset? And he's carrying a
beautiful rose in his beak, and also he's carrying a very beautiful
painting with his feet. And also, you're drunk.
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I believe in making the world safe for our children, but not our
children's children, because I don't think children should be having sex.
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If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell
him is, "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute
thing to tell him is, "Probably because of something you did."
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If you ever catch on fire, try to avoid seeing yourself in the
mirror, because I bet that's what REALLY throws you into a panic.
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Whenever I see an old lady slip and fall on a wet sidewalk, my first
instinct is to laugh. But then I think, what if I was an ant and she
fell on me. Then it wouldn't seem quite so funny.
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To me, boxing is like a ballet, except there's no music, no
choreography and the dancers hit each other.
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I hope if dogs ever take over the world and they choose a king, they
don't just go by size, because I bet there are some Chihuahuas with
some good ideas.
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If life deals you lemons, why not go kill someone with the lemons
(maybe by shoving them down his throat).
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Instead of having "answers" on a math test, they should just call
them "impressions," and if you got a different "impression," so what,
can't we all be brothers?
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Probably the earliest fly swatters were nothing more than some sort
of striking surface attached to the end of a long stick.
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I wish I would have a real tragic love affair and get so bummed out
that I'd just quit my job and become a bum for a few years, because
I was thinking about doing that anyway.
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I think a good gift for the President would be a chocolate revolver.
And since he's so busy, you'd probably have to run up to him real
quick and hand it to him.
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Maybe in order to understand mankind we have to look at that word
itself. MANKIND. Basically, it's made up of two separate words "mank" and
"ind." What do these words mean? It's a mystery and so is mankind.
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If you go flying back through time and you see somebody else flying
forward into the future, it's probably best to avoid eye contact.
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It's easy to sit there and say you'd like to have more money. And I
guess that's what I like about it. It's easy. Just sitting there,
rocking back and forth, wanting that money.
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If you ever reach total enlightenment while you're drinking a beer,
I bet it makes beer shoot out your nose.
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To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kinda scary. I've
wondered where this started and I think it goes back to the time I
went to the circus and a clown killed my dad.
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As the light changed from red to green to yellow and back to red
again, I sat there thinking about life. Was it nothing more than a
bunch of honking and yelling? Sometimes it seemed that way.
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I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate.
And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.
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I hope some animal never bores a hole in my head and lays its eggs in
my brain, because later you might think you're having a good idea but
it's just eggs hatching.
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Whenever you read a good book, it's like the author is right there,
in the room talking to you, which is why I don't like to read good books.
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What is it about a beautiful sunny afternoon, with the birds singing
and the wind rustling through the leaves, that makes you want to get
drunk? And after you're real drunk, maybe go down to the public park
and stagger around and ask people for money, and then lay down and go
to sleep.
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Instead of a trap door, what about a trap window? The guy looks out
it, and if he leans too far, he falls out. Wait. I guess that's like
a regular window.
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During the Middle Ages, probably one of the biggest mistakes was not
putting on your armor because you were "just going down to the corner."
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If I ever get real rich, I hope I'm not real mean to poor people, like
I am now.
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When I found the skull in the woods, the first thing I did was call
the police. But then I got curious about it. I picked it up, and
started wondering who this person was, and why he had deer horns.
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I remember how my great-uncle Jerry would sit on the porch and
whittle all day long. Once he whittled me a toy boat out of a larger
toy boat I had. It was almost as good as the first one, except now it had
bumpy whittle marks all over it. And no paint, because he had whittled
off the paint.
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Here's a good thing to do if you go to a party and you don't know
anybody: First take out the garbage. Then go around and collect any
extra garbage that people might have, like a crumpled napkin, and
take that out too. Pretty soon people will want to meet the busy
garbage guy.
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Sometimes I think you have to march right in and demand your rights,
even if you don't know what your rights are, or who the person is you're
talking to. Then on the way out, slam the door.
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If you're a cowboy and you're dragging a guy behind your horse, I bet
it would really make you mad if you looked back and the guy was reading
a magazine.
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If your friend is already dead, and being eaten by vultures, I think
it's okay to feed some bits of your friend to one of the vultures, to
teach him to do some tricks. But only if you're serious about adopting
the vulture.
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Broken promises don't upset me. I just think, why did they believe me?
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If you ever crawl inside an old hollow log and go to sleep, and while
you're in there some guys come and seal up both ends and then put it on
a truck and take it to another city, boy, I don't know what to tell you.
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One thing vampire children have to be taught early on is, don't run
with a wooden stake.
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If you go to a costume party at your boss's house, wouldn't you think
a good costume would be to dress up like the boss's wife? Trust me,
it's not.
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Most of the time it was probably real bad being stuck down in a
dungeon. But some days, when there was a bad storm outside, you'd look
out your little window and think, "Boy, I'm glad I'm not out in that."
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Consider the daffodil. And while you're doing that, I'll be over
here, looking through your stuff.
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For mad scientists who keep brains in jars, here's a tip: why not add
a slice of lemon to each jar, for freshness?

After 6 days and almost 10 lbs I decided to go off the fast. Technically I am supposed to do OJ. I am easing slowly back onto solids and just had a delicious bowl of mabo tofu with spice...food tastes soooooooooo good now.

It was not half bad resetting my system like that. I am really going to watch my portions and really try to eat better. Now check back in a month and see how I am doing.

The right food in the right quantities certainly adds a lot to life. I missed you food!

I  am on day 3 of a master cleanse. I have done this before and Greg hates it since it means I consume nothing but lemon/syrup drinks and a morning salt water flush...which leaves him high and dry. It is TRULY one of the biggest tests of will power I have ever done, and I want to do this for 21 days..yeah right. If I can do 10 proper days plus come down from it PROPERLY (ie. slowly over three days) then I will be happy. Here are the things about doing this that I like for those who have never done it. This is my 3rd fast and while they are hard, I get something from it.

1. You lose weight quite quickly, but that should not be the main reason you do it.
2. You do cleanse your body, mind and spirit
3. It gives you a break from food and you have a chance to *really* think about what you eat and why
4. If you can survive three days you have lots of energy, clarity and you think you are superhuman (author's opinion)
5. You get to change you relationship with food (below you will see a list of rules I want to live by)
6. You save money (yeah I am cheap b1atch!! so what!)
7. Your sense of smell awakens
8. You realize how much phlegmy food we inhale
9. You get a chance to focus only on how you will eat in the future (and not in the next 10 minutes)
10. It really makes you want to eat healthier in the future

So along this vein, while I am all high and mighty like someone who has consumed no food in three days, I am composing the list below titled "HOW I HAVE CHANGED MY ATTITUDE TOWARDS FOOD AND WHAT I WILL DO IN THE FUTURE"

1.  Anytime you go out to restaurant, skip the appetizers and immediately cut your food in half to take home after you get it. If your dinner companion wants to share a meal, all the better.
2. Chew SLOWLY and many times and REALLY savor the flavor. Put your fork down after each bite.
3. One things we already do that helps is to eat off smaller plates. Big plates = big bellies
4. I promise to make a very concerted effort to eat breakfast and take snacks to work.
5. I will read more cookbooks and plan healthier light meals, even if it means going by the store on the way home.
6. Things gluttonous should be shared and taken in small quantities.
7. I will try to eat before 7pm and never after 7:30 (Greg, are you reading this????)
8. Other strategies I will use: fiber pills, Alli with fatty meals, MORE beans, lentils, veggies and fresh stuff
9. We are going to start experimenting and trying to make new foods. Once we perfect it we will have company.
10. Always stop and thing about food the same way you do when you are fasting.

Wish me luck. I am 15 pounds from my goal! Once I get there, I will stay there!!!

The following true story I am going to dedicate to my little niece Brooklynn, truly a chip off her uncle's block :-)
You can read about it on my sister's blog, but her little brother Brandt chopped her hair off today and the picture below is the end result after a specialist was called in to repair the damage! This truly made me laugh and her smile and funny haircut remind us all that "It's only hair. It will grow back!"




So in honor of the funny haircut, I dedicate this story to my niece to show her that we all screw up, and this is the true story of uncle brent and grandma doing the same thing in 1976... enjoy!

Big Hair, by Brent Jones written in New York


The blades spun precariously above my body, wobbling and groaning as if they were about to drop down and cut me up. I watched the ominous ceiling fan go round and round as the purple velvet comforter rested gently beneath my back, imaging the carnage if it were to fall. The whole time a soft tassle shook as the ceiling fan spun around, a bit out of balance. My legs were twitching and bored as they hung off the end of the large bed that seemed to swallow me up.

"Don't put your feet on the bed." my mother chimmed. "I paid good money for that and I don't want it all dirty."

"What? My feet aren't on the bed. Look." She didn't look but I could tell her eyes were shooting back at me in the mirror. I didn't even have to look up. I could feel them.

Monday mornings made me anxious. I was ready to go to school and get things started but my mother insisted on taking her time. She sat in front of the bathroom sink and applied her face. She was hunched over a small mirror, her face a few inches from it. "It takes women time to get ready.Now go watch TV."She said matter-of-factly.

"I don't want to. I am ready to go."I insisted.
"Just hold your horses." Her tone rose and I could tell I was pushing it. It is amazing how a six-year-old already knew which buttons to push.

"Besides, today is picture day for you at school. Sit up so I can see what you are wearing."I raised my body much the way a mummy would, with my arms straight out in front of me.

I looked down at what I was wearing; red corduroy pants and a brown and white stripped double-knit shirt. There was a Rolling Stones patch over my knee with big red lips and a pink tongue sticking out. I liked the way the lips and tongue looked. My mother looked at me in the mirror, inspecting me from head to toe.

"Go put something else on."My mother barked. "And comb that messy hair."

I looked at her as she applied a pencil to various parts of her face, moving quickly and with deft intent. She had done this many times before and I though her face had a soft pretty glow.

I stared observantly at the back of her head. The best part was watching her do her hair. Sometimes she had huge curlers and white hair seemed to be stacked on top of her head, piling higher and higher. I wondered if it ever fell. Other times it was filled with aluminum foil, jetting out in all directions. It made her look like some kind of alien. The worst was when she would fasten a plastic cap over her head and tufts of hair stuck out wildly. This look scared me.

It always seemed to me that my mother spent hours on her hair. If she was not washing it or curling it she was coloring it drying it. The sound of the hair dryer whining through the apartment and the pungent smell of peroxide filled the small apartment. She would never last a day at hide and seek I thought.

It seems now that this setting was where I was given instructions on how to live life, while sitting on her bed, waiting patiently with my legs flailing about. She usually asked me about the confines of my simple six-year-old life and I in turn would answer in short phrases. Here I received instructions on how to live and what to do if one such horrible thing or another befell me.

Once she told me that if I was ever lost in the store, I was to find a nice lady or a policeman and tell them I could not find my mommy. One day while in the packed aisles of the supermarket, my mother wandered off from me. With no policeman in sight, I walked to the front of the store and found a short round lady with red hair and heavy blue eyeliner. She had a friendly face and asked me what my mother looked like. I told her she had big white hair and she laughed. I didn't know my mom's name. It was "mommy" of course. I told her my name and she grabbed a CB microphone off the wall. She smacked her gum and had a sing-song sound in her voice as she bellowed the words:
"Will the mother of Brent, please come to the service counter. Will the mother of Brent, please come to the Piggy Wiggly service counter." My name echoed across the store and I liked the sound of “Brent"and "Piggly Wiggly" like that.

No sooner had she stopped then my mother appeared coming up out of the horizon, big hair and all. I pointed. I could tell by her face that she was annoyed.

"Your boy is so cute. He said his momma had big white hair."The lady said smiling and clicking her gum. "Course it looks more blond to me."My mother smiled politely as she thanked the lady and pulled me quickly behind her. When we were out of earshot, she told me not to tell people that, besides, "It was blond not white. You stay right beside me, do you hear?" I nodded.

The funny thing about it was that her hair really did stick out. As the years wore on I developed a strategy for finding her in crowds or when I needed to find her for begging purposes. I even shared this strategy with my little sister." If you ever get lost, just looked for the big white hair."I held my little sister's hand and spoke confidently as we crossed the hot parking lot. The easiest way to do this was to get in a high place and look for the stack of hair. I got so good at it that it took seconds, and once I zoned in on my target I was off. As the years wore on, the stacks of hair got shorter. There was even a period of a few years when I mistakenly yelled "Mom" at the wrong ladies. I would walk away embarrassed and usually then I would hear my name. "Brreeunnnt, over here."

I fell back on the bed again, trying to keep my legs straight. I grunted loudly as if it had actually hurt myself somehow. I stared at the ceiling fan again.

"Go change NOW." She yelled. I ran out of her room and into the small bathroom in the hall. After applying the big brush to my hair I decided that my bangs seemed awfully long. All the little boys in my class seemed to have these mushroom-shaped haircuts and I was not sure why. As I stood in front of the mirror I remembered always being told to "get your hair out of your eyes."Some scissors seemed in order. Out of the drawer I pulled out a pair of long steel scissors with a shiny black handle. They seemed heavy and made a clean crisp snip as I tried to get my fingers around them.

Back in the bathroom, the scissors wobbled in my hands as I tried to make a clean cut. Snip. A wad of brown hair floated gently down and landed in the sink. It looked better now I thought.

I gathered my things out of my room as I heard my mother shouting "Ready?" She ran through the house as she flung her purse around, digging through it while shutting off lights at the same time. As I walked in front of her towards the door as she shouted at me for not changing my clothes. I was waiting outside the front door as she made a last ditch effort to turn out the lights in the bathroom. After she saw the clumps of brown hair in the sink I heard a shrill voice. “Brent! Get in here." I walked obligingly back into the apartment. After one look at the horrified expression on her face, I knew I was in trouble.

"Did you cut your hair?"she demanded.
"Yeah, a little."

She bent down and looked at my hair. I had a 45-degree angle cut into my bangs. My mother only noticed how it slopped down as she stared in disbelief at the three-inch triangle cut out of the middle of my forehead.

"You are in big trouble!" She jerked me into the bathroom and picked up the clump of soft hair.
"Don't ever cut your hair. Do you hear me. Little boys are not supposed to cut their hair. Even I don't cut my hair. It's dangerous."

She picked up the scissors and started cutting at it, trying to make it look normal.

"Why did you have to do this on picture day?"
She whined. "Of all the days."She looked disappointed and angry. After a few more minutes of snipping and swaying her head from left to right, she sighed and said we had to go since we were late already.

"Oh well. That's the best we can do. If the other kids laugh at you, it is because of your funny hair."We headed out the door.

At school it was not that bad at all. No one really noticed my hair it seemed. Six-year-olds weren't preoccupied with such matters. The teachers had surprised looks on their faces. "Wow Brent. Did you get a new haircut for picture day?"
I smiled back and exposed the black spot in my mouth where a tooth had recently fallen out.
“Yeah." I said. They smiled back.

A few days later I was outside the school and waiting to get picked up. A white 1974 Pinto with two doors and a brown vinyl roof pulled up. My mother reached across to open the door to let me in and I could hear Captain and Tenneil playing on the radio. I threw my bags and a brown envelope into the seat as I pulled the door closed. It took both hands to pull the door in and a bit of effort. Before I could even turn around, my mother had opened the envelope and was looking at something. The look on her face told me that it was not good. She held up a huge picture of a toothy smile but somehow the only thing you noticed was the patch of missing hair and how crooked my forehead looked.

"Oh Brent. These look horrible." Was all she said. "Now we don't have any pictures to give to Grandma."She was mad and stared at the road as we pulled away.

"I like them." I said, trying to make light of the situation.

"Well, then you can have them." She said as she threw the envelope at me. I stared out the window silently on the way home for fear of getting in more trouble.

That night in my room I tool markers and drew on the pictures. On one I drew a moustache and on another I drew a black eye. On the other, smaller ones I drew a beard or some stitches on my face. I wanted to cut them up but the scissors were no where to be found, hidden I was sure. I decided that the moustache looked nice and that I would have a long curly one when I grew up. When I asked my mother which one she preferred, she did not answer. She was not amused when I showed her the pictures.

She beamed at me through the mirror as I held up the picture.

"If you ever cut your hair again mister, you are going to get a spanking." I watched as she applied waves of colorful purple eyeshadow in the mirror and pushed up on the mound of white hair towering high above her.

"And if you think I am joking, just try it and see."

I jumped butt-first on the bed and fell back into the soft velvet comforter. I lied on the bed and smiled to myself, quite pleased with my new haircut and happy that she could not see me in the mirror. I stared at the ceiling fan wobbling above me, its blades cutting silently through the air.

I want to bite the Apple so bad...I am contemplating an iPhone or a MacAir. As a major techno geek, I want the Macair so I can partion the HDD and put on a windows OS. I want ONE machine that is light, fully wifi-ed out and runs ANYTHING. For someone like me who was raised on Macs and went to PC for business, in a weird geeky way, the merging of 2 OSs on one machine is mind boggling and kinda makes me hard..weird huh. If it only ran 24 hours on a charge.

Instead, we are thinking of the iPhone route and wifi/3G combo. Contemplating toys is what I do when I sit around the house...am I a dork or what?

We will be anxious to see how gay marriage unfolds in California. Hopefully some smart gay couple from Texas will get married there and challenge Texas' constitutional amendment against same sex marriage and win.

They are estimating the windfall of money it will inject into their economy and how, much to the right wing's chagrin, the fabric of society will not be ripped apart by this momentous occasion.

All said, gay couples may finally start to be on equal footing with straight couples. As much as I love my partner, the term "boyfriend" just does not capture how I feel about him.

Go California!

These two sites are must reads. One is all about people not doing ANYTHING at work and the other is of people's hook up confessions.

If you think you waste a lot of time at work, check this out. People are hard core mean at work too..

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This is from my sister's blog...rock on Rhonda!! You will LOL reading it...

Funny things heard

Some pretty funny things have come out of my daughter's mouth in the past 24 hours. She seems to be really into observing her brother's body parts lately. And since he manages to take off his diaper any chance he gets, she has plenty opportunities to make her own observations of his body.

So today after his nap, he came downstairs to where we were sitting together, and his diaper was off of course. He started to climb on her, and they were playing nicely until she turned to me and said "ewww Mommy, Brandt's penis stinks!"

So a couple minutes later, my phone rang, and I was on the phone for a few minutes. It was a customer placing an order, and the kids chose that exact moment to start wrestling. I am listening to the lady tell me exactly what she wants on her shirt, and Brooklynn yells at the top of her lungs "STOP PUTTING YOUR PENIS ON MY FACE!!!!".

Oh shit. Did she realy just say that? I know for sure that the poor lady on the phone heard her, and I was mortified!

I continued the conversation trying not to laugh at what was going on, and I managed to finish taking her order a couple of minutes later. This lady probably thought I am a lunatic, but I probably am now that I think about it.

Can't wait to see what comes out of her mouth tomorrow. Night night!

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Human beings only have two ways to deal with one another: reason and force. If you want me to do something for you, you have a choice of either convincing me via argument, or force me to do your bidding under threat of force. Every human interaction falls into one of those two categories, without exception. Reason or force, that's it.
In a truly moral and civilized society, people exclusively interact through persuasion. Force has no place as a valid method of social interaction and the only thing that removes force from the menu is the personal firearm, as paradoxical as it may sound to some.

When I carry a gun, you cannot deal with me by force. You have to use reason and try to persuade me, because I have a way to negate your threat or employment of force. The gun is the only personal weapon that puts a 100-pound woman on equal footing with a 220-pound mugger, a 75-year old retiree on equal footing with a 19-year old gang banger, and a single gay g uy on equal footing with a carload of drunken guys with baseball bats. The gun removes the disparity in physical strength, size, or numbers between a potential attacker and a defender.

There are plenty of people who consider the gun as the source of bad force equations. These are the people who think that we'd be more civilized if all Guns were removed from society, because a firearm makes it easier for a [armed] mugger to do his job. That, of course, is only true if the muggers potential victims are mostly disarmed either by choice or by legislative fiat--it has no validity when most of a mugger's potential marks are armed.

When I carry a gun, I don't do so because I am looking for a fight, but because I'm looking to be left alone. The gun at my side means that I cannot be forced, only persuaded. I don't c arry it because I'm afraid, but because it enables me to be unafraid. It doesn't limit the actions of those who would interact with me through reason, only the actions of those who would do so by force. It removes force from the equation...and that's why carrying a gun is a civilized act.

Credited to: Maj. L. Caudill USMC (Ret) Hoo-Rah!

The most time and cost efficient way of gaining a white person’s trust and friendship is to talk to them about their time in high school.

Virtually every white person you meet was a nerd in a high school-it it is how they were able to get into a good arts program and law school. As such, their memories of high school are painful, but not tragic since they were able to eventually find success in the real world. Exploiting this information is your one way to ticket into the heart of a white person.

Your first priority must be to steer the conversation to the topic of high school, which is not very difficult. If you are talking about music, mention the music you think they would have liked in high school and how you were taunted for liking those bands. If you cannot properly gauge the type of music a white person liked in high school, you should always say that you were really into The Cure. All white people know that liking The Cure in high school is an invitation to be tortured by the cool kids. This will bring about instant sympathy and respect.

It is also acceptable to discuss how you were in love with a cool kid who never loved you back. For added effect, you can mention how said cool kid is now doing very poorly and that you are excited for the upcoming reunion.

I find this funny even though I am technically not 100% white.. read on

However, it is important to be aware of the fact that regions outside of San Francisco feature many people who are not white, gay or Asian. They are greatly appreciated during the census, but white people are generally very happy that they stay in places like Oakland and Richmond. This enables white people to feel good about living near people of diverse backgrounds without having to directly deal with troublesome issues like income gaps or schooling.

Still, the presence of other minorities are welcomed by white people for so many more reasons than just statistics! Much in the way that white people in Brooklyn feel a strong and unfounded connection with The Notorious BIG, white people in San Francisco feel the need to identify with rappers from the East Bay. Interestingly enough, the further they venture from San Francisco, the stronger their need to represent their region.

“Oh man, I went to the Too Short show last night. So hyphy man, so hyphy. You should come by some time and we’ll ghost ride the Prius.”

Stuff Mentioned

1. Nonprofit organizations
2. Arts Degrees
3. Manhattan
4. Public Radio
5. Knowing what’s best for poor people
6. Indie Music
7. Film Festivals
8. Hating Corporations

If white people could draft friends the way that the NFL drafts prospects it would go like this: black friends, gay friends, and then all other minorities would be drafted based on need and rarity to the region.

When choosing gay friends, white people like to base their decision on their own needs and requirements. Younger white people tend to prefer young, social gay people-this is their all important ticket into nightclubs and parties.

When a straight person goes to a gay night club, they are reminded of how progressive and tolerant they are. If they are hit on by a member of the same sex, it provides them with a valuable story that they can use to prove to their other friends that they are more progressive and tolerant. “This guy/girl hit on me, I said I was ’straight but not narrow,’ and it was totally chill. Oh, you went to an Irish bar this weekend? That’s cool, I guess. “


Stuff Mentioned:

1. Sushi
2. Apple Products
3. Whole Foods
4. Microbreweries (implied)
5. Living by the Water

You laugh because it is TRUE??!!..

“Each picture in Armed America could be a pro-gun advertisement - or an anti-gun poster. That’s what makes the book so riveting.”

very cool

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