Deborah Woehr

My sister sent this to me in an email years ago. That email is long gone, but I found this again while surfing and find it ironically humorous.

FEUDALISM: You have two cows. Your lord takes some of the milk.

PURE SOCIALISM: You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else’s cows. You have to take care of all of the cows. The government gives you as much milk as you need.

BUREAUCRATIC SOCIALISM: You have two cows. The government takes them and put them in a barn with everyone else’s cows. They are cared for by ex-chicken farmers. You have to take care of the chickens the government took from the chicken farmers. The government gives you as much milk and eggs as the regulations say you need.

FASCISM: You have two cows. The government takes both, hires you to take care of them and sells you the milk.

PURE COMMUNISM: You have two cows. Your neighbors help you take care of them, and you all share the milk.

RUSSIAN COMMUNISM: You have two cows. You have to take care of them, but the government takes all the milk.

CAMBODIAN COMMUNISM: You have two cows. The government takes both of them and shoots you.

DICTATORSHIP: You have two cows. The government takes both and drafts you.

PURE DEMOCRACY: You have two cows. Your neighbors decide who gets the milk.

REPRESENTATIVE DEMOCRACY: You have two cows. Your neighbors pick someone to tell you who gets the milk.

BUREAUCRACY: You have two cows. At first the government regulates what you can feed them and when you can milk them. Then it pays you not to milk them. Then it takes both, shoots one, milks the other and pours the milk down the drain. Then it requires you to fill out forms accounting for the missing cows.

PURE ANARCHY: You have two cows. Either you sell the milk at a fair price or your neighbors try to take the cows and kill you.

LIBERTARIAN/ANARCHO-CAPITALISM: You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull.

SURREALISM: You have two giraffes. The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.

(Original source unknown . . . this version expanded and Illuminated by SJ.)

Living in a house full of males, I can totally relate to this pic.

I first heard about this site a couple of months ago, but never though to pursue it until Marti told me how much fun she was having with it. Last night, I decided to check it out.

Squidoo is basically a site for creating hubs (lenses) for various topics. As you know, I love ghost stories and anything related to the paranormal. The Supernatural blog I’ve been writing for John has been very successful, thanks to my posting about Waverly Hills Sanatorium. So I decided to create a lens about that.

Waverly Hills Sanitorium

What I didn’t realize until after I set up the lens was that I had originally misspelled “sanatorium” on the blog and now on the URL of my lens.

Watch the screens very closely.

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn’t get tested for diabetes.

Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking. As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags.

Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.

We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank koolade made with sugar, but we weren’t overweight because .

WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING !

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day.

And we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo’s, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD’s, no surround-sound or CD’s, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or chat rooms……WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
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DUBLIN, Calif. - Smokers, beware: This bedroom community near San Francisco may soon put you in the same category as rodents, junk cars and weeds. The Dublin City Council gave preliminary approval last week to an ordinance declaring secondhand tobacco smoke a public nuisance, a move designed to make it easier for residents to take to court neighbors who puff with impunity.

In this article, a little old lady complains about a former neighbor who liked to smoke in her backyard. According to her the “fumes” wafted through her windows every time the neighbor would light up. This yearlong battle eventually forced the neighbor to move.

The vote on the latest ordinance came a little more than a month after the California Air Resources Board classified secondhand smoke as a toxic pollutant that contributes to deaths and illnesses among nonsmokers.

Sitting in drive-thru’s waiting for your greasy cheeseburger while the five cars ahead of you run on idle is perfectly healthy, right? I guess Diabetes isn’t as big of a deal as those pesky doctors are making it out to be.

How about having a cell phone plastered to your ear during your every waking moment? Nevermind the radiation that seeps through your skull and into your brain. Let’s not worry about that or the lives you endanger when you decide to drive while talking into those things.

This hysteria has gotten way out of hand. Yes, smoking is bad for you. So is everything else we do. If the government and the Surgeon General really cared about the effects of cigarette smoking, they would have gone after these big tobacco companies years ago and forced them to stop adding addictive substances to their cigarettes.

You and I both know that’s never going to happen because big money is involved. HMO’s and pharmaceutical companies would lose billions of dollars, as would the government and the tobacco companies. There is big money to be made from cigarette smokers, and they’re not about to give it up.

Instead, they’re going impose steep tax hikes in order to fund their special interest causes. Speaking of which, California has a new initiative on the ballot, called Prop. 86, which will impose a $2.60 tax hike on cigarettes. If that passes (you know it will), smokers can look forward to spending $8 for a pack of cigarettes.

Will this be an incentive for people to quit, or will it force them to go underground?

Yesterday was the first day of school for the boys. Coming back home to an empty house was a bit of a culture shock for me. It was so quiet!

Of course this changed when I picked them up. My youngest has started off the year with a substitute because the teacher decided to quit (my husband thinks). He’s very excited about the school camping trip, which they’ve scheduled for a week in September.

I asked my oldest how school went, and he made a gagging noise. Very typical for him. He’s not looking forward to learning Spanish (which Mom made him sign up for), and he doesn’t get to go to his favorite class (technical drawing) until next semester.

Other than a couple papers that needed signing, the teachers didn’t dish out any homework yesterday. Not to worry. They’ll make up for that today. Ugh!

And so another year begins.

Last night, I wrote a post on the Supernatural blog about the late Dorothy Allison’s vision about JonBenet Ramsey’s killer. For this post, I want to focus on the sketch. My first reaction when I saw it was that this is not the same guy.

From everything I’ve read so far, people are saying that this is a close match. I don’t agree. The eyes, brows, and jawline are shaped differently in the sketch. People put on (or lose) weight and change clothing/hairstyles over the years. But their bone structures don’t change unless they were involved in a serious accident that alters their bone structure.

There are some reports that his confession may not be valid. For one, his ex-wife claims that she and her husband were living in Alabama at the time of the murder. Authorities are waiting for the DNA test results, which will ultimately determine whether this confession is true or false.

After reading quite a few articles online, I feel that he became obsessed with the JonBenet case and has been fantasizing over it ever since. He’s not alone. There are too many holes in his story and many examples of how the Boulder Police Department botched this investigation. I hope I’m wrong, but this case has been a disaster since it began ten years ago.

Sean McCarthy of Dublin has developed a free energy technology that can power everything from cars to cell phones. This technology involves the interaction of magnetic fields and can generate five times the amount of energy a mobile phone battery generates for the same size, without having to recharge.

At this time, 420 scientists across the globe have submitted an application to test this technology for themselves. Another 4,606 people have registered to receive the results of this testing.

Source: UK News

I’ve experienced episodes of deja vu all my life. Most of them involved real life conversations or scenes that struck a strong chord of familiarity in me. “Hey, I’ve had that conversation before,” I would think whenever this happened. The strongest one occurred in 1987, when I went to the Gold Country with my then boyfriend.

We had been driving all morning and decided to stop at a Dairy Queen for lunch. As soon as his family and I piled out of the car, I spotted this bright red building on the corner diagonally across from the restaurant.

I looked at the building (which I think used to be a hotel) and its surroundings. Even though I’d never been to that area before in my life, I knew that I had not only been there but inside that old building. That doesn’t make sense, I know.

The feeling was so strong and the memory(?) so vivid (down to the color of the sky and the trees) that I wanted to go inside that building and take a look around. But I couldn’t. I didn’t tell my ex or his family what I’d experienced because I didn’t want them to think I was crazy.

We went panning for gold that day, and then we went home. I wished that I had paid attention to the route because I’d like to go back there and see if that feeling comes up again. That’s a lost opportunity now. Maybe I’ll stumble upon that area again someday.

What about you? Do you experience deja vu from time to time?