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This is very scary - so please be on guard at all times!!


You've heard about people who have been abducted and had their kidneys
removed by black-market organ thieves.

My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago.
I went to sleep and woke up with someone else's thighs. It was just that quick.
The replacements had the texture of cooked oatmeal.
Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine?
I spent the entire summer looking for my thighs.
Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my life in  jeans.
And then the thieves struck again.

My bu m was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took
pains to match my new rear-end to the thighs they had stuck me with
earlier. But my new bu m was attached at least three inches lower
than my original! I realized I'd have to give up my jeans in favour
of long skirts.

Two years ago I realized my arms had been switched. One morning I
was drying my hair and was horrified to see the flesh of my upper
arm swing to and fro with the motion of the hairbrush. This was
really getting scary - my body was being replaced one section at a time.

What could they do to me next?

When my poor neck suddenly disappeared and was replaced with a
turkey neck, I decided to tell my story. Women of the world wake up
and smell the coffee! Those 'plastic' surgeons are using REAL
replacement body parts -stolen from you and me! The next time
someone you know has something 'lifted', look again - was it lifted from you?

THIS IS NOT A HOAX. This is happening to women everywhere every night.

WARN YOUR FRIENDS!

P.S. Last year I thought some one had stolen my Boobs. I was lying
in bed and they were gone! But when I jumped out of bed, I was
relieved to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I
slept. Now I keep them hidden in my waistband.

Thought this was too 'important' not to pass on
Have a wonderful day - with a joy filled heart
BTW - These same thieves come in my closet and shrank my clothes!
How do they do it???? 

THIS IS LIFE

If you can start the day without caffeine,

 If you can get going without pep pills,

If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,

If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,
 
If you can eat the same food every day and be grateful for it,

 If you can understand when your loved ones are too busy to give you any time,

 If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,

 If you can conquer tension without medical help.
 
If you can relax without liquor,
 
If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,

 THEN YOU ARE PROBABLY THE FAMILY DOG !

An Outback Story......


It was one of the hottest days of the dry season.

We had not seen rain in almost a month. The crops were dying.

Cows had stopped giving milk. The creeks and streams were long gone 

back into the earth. It was a dry season that would bankrupt several farmers 

before it was through. 

Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the arduous process

of trying to get water to the fields. Lately this process had involved taking a 

truck to the local water rendering plant and filling it up with water.

 

But severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we 

didn’t see some rain soon...we would lose everything.

 

It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing 

and witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes.

 

I was in the kitchen making lunch for my husband and his brothers 

when I saw my 

Six-year-old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. 

He wasn't walking with the usual carefree abandon of a youth 

but with a serious purpose.

 

I could only see his back. He was obviously walking with a great effort ... 

trying to be as still as possible. Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, 

he came running out again, toward the house.

 

I went back to making sandwiches; thinking that whatever task he had been 

doing was completed. Moments later, however, he was once again 

walking in that slow purposeful stride toward the woods. 

This activity went on for an hour: walking carefully to the woods, 

running back to the house. 

 

Finally I couldn't take it any longer and I crept out of the house and 

followed him on his journey (being very careful not to be seen...

as he was obviously doing important work and didn't need 

his Mommy checking up on him).

 

He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked, 

being very careful not to spill the water he held in them ... 

maybe two or three tablespoons were held in his tiny hands. 

I sneaked close as he went into the woods. 

Branches and thorns slapped his little face, but he did not try to avoid them. 

He had a much higher purpose. As I leaned in to spy on him, 

I saw the most amazing site. 

 

Several large deer loomed in front of him. Billy walked right up to them. 

I almost screamed for him to get away.

A huge buck with elaborate antlers was dangerously close. 

But the buck did not threaten him...he didn't even move as Billy knelt down.

 

And I saw a tiny fawn lying on the ground; 

obviously suffering from dehydration and heat exhaustion, 

lift its head with great effort to lap up the water cupped in my beautiful boy's hand. 

When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house and I hid behind a tree. 

I followed him back to the house to a spigot to which we had shut off the water. 

Billy opened it all the way up and a small trickle began to creep out. 

He knelt there, letting the drip, drip slowly fill up his makeshift "cup," 

as the sun beat down on his little back.

 

And it came clear to me: The trouble he had gotten into for playing with the hose 

the week before. The lecture he had received about the importance of not wasting water. 

The reason he didn't ask me to help him. It took almost twenty minutes 

for the drops to fill his hands. When he stood up and began the trek back, 

I was there in front of him. 

 

His little eyes just filled with tears. "I'm not wasting," was all he said. 

As he began his walk, I joined him...with a small pot of water from the kitchen. 

I let him tend to the fawn.

 

I stayed away. It was his job. I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most 

beautiful heart I have ever known working so hard to save another life. 

As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground, other drops...

and more drops...and more suddenly joined them. I looked up at the sky.

 

It was as if God, himself, was weeping with pride.

 

Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence. 

Those miracles don't really exist. That it was bound to rain sometime. 

And I can't argue with that... I'm not going to try. 

All I can say is that the rain that came that day saved our farm...

just like the actions of one little boy saved another. 

I don't know if anyone will read this...but I had to send it out. 

To honor the memory of my beautiful Billy, who was taken from me much too soon... 

But not before showing me the true face of God, in a little, sunburned body.

ANON.

LAST WILL!!


I ,__________________, being of sound mind and body, do not wish to be kept alive indefinitely by artificial means.

 

Under no circumstances should my fate be put in the hands of pinhead politicians who couldn't pass ninth grade biology 

if their lives depended on it, or lawyers/doctors interested in simply running up the bills.

 

If a reasonable amount of time passes and I fail to ask for at least one of the following:

 

Glass of wine

Chocolate

Margarita

Sex

Martini

Cold Beer

Chocolate

Chicken fried steak

Cream gravy

Sex

Mexican food

Chocolate

French fries

Chocolate

Pizza

Sex

Ice cream

Cup of tea

Chocolate

Chocolate

Sex

Chocolate

 

It should be presumed that I won't ever get better. 

When such a determination is reached, I hereby instruct my appointed person

 and attending physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes, 

let the 'fat lady sing,' and call it a day!

 

Let's have a Drink IT'S 5 O'CLOCK SOMEWHERE

WINE FLU


I went to a dinner party last night, where I and other guests enjoyed

copious amounts of alcohol. I awoke this morning not feeling well, with what

could be described as flu-like symptoms; headache, nausea, chills, sore eyes etc.

 

From the results of some initial testing, I have unfortunately tested

positive for what experts are now calling Wine Flu. This debilitating condition

is very serious and it appears this is not an isolated case.

 

Reports are flooding in from all around the neighbourhood of others

diagnosed with Wine Flu.

 

To anyone that starts to exhibit the aforementioned tell-tale signs,

experts are recommending a cup of tea and a bit of a lie down.

 

However, should your condition worsen, you should immediately hire a DVD

and take some Nurofen [Nurofen seems to be the only drug available that has

been proven to help combat this unusual type of flu]. Others are reporting a

McDonald's Happy Meal can also help in some cases.

 

Wine Flu does not need to be life threatening, and if treated early can

be iradicated within a 24-48 hour period. If not, then further application

of the original liquid in similar quantities to the original dose has been

shown to do the trick.

Good luck,

Read it all the way through! It's a good laugh! AND really quite true!


A good  laugh for people in the over 60 group!

 

When I  bought my Blackberry, I thought about the 

30-year business I ran  with 1800 employees, all without a cell phone that plays music, 

 takes videos, pictures and communicates with Facebook and  Twitter. 

 I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so  my seven kids, 

their spouses, my 13 grand kids and 2 great grand  kids could communicate

 with me in the modern way.  I figured I  could handle something as simple as 

Twitter with only 140 characters  of spaces

 

My  phone was beeping every three minutes with the 

details of  everything except the bowel movements of the entire next  generation. 

 I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell  phone in the garage in my golf bag.

 

The  kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get  lost

 every now and then going over to the grocery store or  library. 

I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the  Blue tooth [it's red] phone

 I am supposed to use when I drive.   I wore it once and was standing in line at

 Barnes and Noble talking  to my wife and everyone in the nearest 50 yards

 was glaring at  me.  I had to take my hearing aid out to use it, and I got a  little loud.

 

I mean  the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside 

 that gadget was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a  long time.

 Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say,  "Re-calc-u-lating." 

 You would think that she could be nicer.  It was like she could barely tolerate me. 

 She would let go  with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next  light.

  Then if I made a right turn instead.  Well, it was  not a good relationship...

 

When I  get really lost now, I call my wife and tell 

her the name of the  cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone

 as  Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.

 

To be  perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how 

to use the  cordless phones in our house.  We have had them for 4 years

 but I still haven't figured out how I lose three phones all at once 

 and have to run around digging under chair cushions, checking  bathrooms,

 and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone  rings.

 

 

E-MAIL FROM GOD


One day God was looking down at Earth and saw all of the rascally behavior that 

was going on. So he sent an angel to Earth for a time.

When the angel returned, he told God, 'Yes, it's bad on Earth; 95% are misbehaving 

and only 5% are not. 

God thought for a moment and said, 'Maybe I'd better send down a 2nd angel

 to get another opinion.' So God called another angel and sent him to Earth for a time. 

When the angel returned, he said to God, 'Yes, it's true. The 

Earth is in decline; 95% are misbehaving, but 5% are being good.' God wasn't pleased. 

So He decided to e-mail the 5% that were good because he wanted to encourage them 

and give them something to help them keep going. 

Do you know what the e-mail said? 

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Okay; I was just wondering because I didn't get one either. 

FIFTY SHADES OF GREY - (a husband's point of view)






By Pam Ayres of course..
FIFTY SHADES OF GREY - (a husband's point of view)
The missus bought a Paperback,
down Shepton Mallet way,
I had a look inside her bag;
... T'was "Fifty Shades of Grey".
Well I just left her to it,
And at ten I went to bed.
An hour later she appeared;
The sight filled me with dread...
In her left she held a rope;
And in her right a whip!
She threw them down upon the floor,
And then began to strip.
Well fifty years or so ago;
I might have had a peek;
But Mabel hasn't weathered well;
She's eighty four next week!!
Watching Mabel bump and grind;
Could not have been much grimmer.
And things then went from bad to worse;
She toppled off her Zimmer!
She struggled back upon her feet;
A couple minutes later;
She put her teeth back in and said
I am a dominater !!
Now if you knew our Mabel,
You'd see just why I spluttered,
I'd spent two months in traction
For the last complaint I'd uttered.
She stood there nude and naked
Bent forward just a bit
I went to hold her, sensual like
and stood on her left ti t!
Mabel screamed, her teeth shot out;
My God what had I done!?
She moaned and groaned then shouted out:
"Step on the other one!!
Well readers, I can tell no more;
Of what occurred that day.
Suffice to say my jet black hair,
Turned fifty shades of grey.





Noah's Ark :


Everything I need to know,

 I learned from Noah's Ark ..

 

ONE:      Don't miss the boat. 

TWO:     Remember that we are all in the same boat! 

THREE : Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.  

FOUR:    Stay fit. When you're 60 years old, someone may ask

              you to do something really big.

FIVE:     Don't listen to critics; just get on with

              the job that needs to be done.  

SIX:       Build your future on high ground. 

SEVEN:  For safety's sake, travel in pairs. 

EIGHT:    Speed isn't always an advantage. 

              The snails were on board with the cheetahs.  

NINE:      When you're stressed, float awhile.  

TEN:       Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals. 

ELEVEN: No matter the storm,  there's always a rainbow waiting. 

 

A Man's Age -- as Determined by a Trip to Bunnings


 

You are in the middle of some kind of project around the house --.

Mowing the lawn, putting in a new fence, painting the living room or whatever.

You are hot and sweaty, covered in dust, lawn clippings, dirt or paint.

You have your old work clothes on.

You know the outfit -- shorts with the hole in the crotch, old T-shirt with a stain from

who-knows-what and an old pair of tennis shoes.

 

Right in the middle of this great home improvement project you realize you

need to run to Bunnings to get something to help complete the job.

 

Depending on your age you might do the following:

 

In your 20's:

Stop what you are doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry your hair, brush your teeth, floss and put on clean clothes.

Check yourself in the mirror and flex.

Add a dab of your favorite cologne because you never know, you just might meet some hot chick while standing in the checkout lane. And you went to school with the pretty girl running the register.

 

In your 30's:

Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt. Change shoes.

You married the hot chick so no need for much else. Wash your hands and comb your hair.

Check yourself in the mirror. Still got it. Add a shot of your favorite cologne to cover the smell.

The cute girl running the register is the kid sister to someone you went to school with.

 

In your 40's:

Stop what you are doing. Put on a sweatshirt that is long enough to cover the hole in the crotch of your shorts.

Put on different shoes and a hat. Wash your hands.

Your bottle of Brute Cologne is almost empty so you don't want to waste any of it on a trip to Bunnings.

Check yourself in the mirror and do more sucking in than flexing.

The hot young thing running the register is your daughter's age and you feel weird thinking she is spicy.

 

In your 50's:

Stop what you are doing. Put on a hat; wipe the dirt off your hands onto your shirt.

Change shoes because you don't want to get dog crap in your new sports car.

Check yourself in the mirror and you swear not to wear that shirt anymore because it makes you look fat.

The Cutie running the register smiles when she sees you coming and you think you still have it.

Then you remember the hat you have on is from Gold Coast's Bait & Beer Bar and it says, 'I Got Worms.'

 

In your 60's:

Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat anymore.

Hose the dog crap off your shoes. The mirror was shattered when you were in your 50's.

You hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs out the hole in your pants.

The girl running the register may be cute, but you don't have your glasses on so you are not sure.

 

In your 70's:

Stop what you are doing. Wait to go to Bunnings until the Chemist has your prescriptions ready, too.

Don't even notice the dog crap on your shoes.

The young thing at the register stares at you and you realize your balls are hanging out the hole in your crotch.

 

In your 80's:

Stop what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again.

Now you remember you need to go to Bunnings.

Go to KMart instead and wander around trying to think what it is you are looking for.

Fart out loud and you think someone called out your name.

You went to school with the old lady who greeted you at the front door.

 

In your 90's & beyond:

What's a bundings ? Something for my garden?

Where am I? Who am I? Why am I reading this?

Did I send it? Did you? Who farted?

 

This is beautiful please read


It doesn’t matter how many times I receive this one, it brings a tear to my eyes and I have to pass it on.

  

  A drunk man in an Oldsmobile

They said had run the light

That caused the six-car pileup

On 109 that night.

 

  When broken bodies lay about

And blood was everywhere,

The sirens screamed out eulogies,

For death was in the air.

 

  A mother, trapped inside her car,

Was heard above the noise;

Her plaintive plea near split the air:

Oh, God, please spare my boys!

 

  She fought to free her pinned hands;

She struggled to get free,

But mangled metal held her fast

In grim captivity.

 

  Her frightened eyes then focused

On where the back seat once had been,

But all she saw was broken glass and

Two children's seats crushed in.

 

  Her twins were nowhere to be seen;

She did not hear them cry,

And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,

 

  Oh, God, don't let them die!

 

  Then firemen came and cut her loose,

But when they searched the back,

They found therein no little boys,

But the seat belts were intact.

 

  They thought the woman had gone mad

And was travelling alone,

But when they turned to question her,

They discovered she was gone.

 

  Policemen saw her running wild

And screaming above the noise

In beseeching supplication,

Please help me find my boys!

 

  They're four years old and wear blue shirts;

Their jeans are blue to match.

One cop spoke up, They're in my car,

And they don't have a scratch.

 

  They said their daddy put them there

And gave them each a cone,

 

  Then told them both to wait for Mom

To come and take them home.

I've searched the area high and low,

But I can't find their dad.

 

  He must have fled the scene,

I guess, and that is very bad.

 

  The mother hugged the twins and said,

While wiping at a tear,

He could not flee the scene, you see,

For he's been dead a year.

 

  The cop just looked confused and asked,

Now, how can that be true?

The boys said, Mommy, Daddy came

And left a kiss for you.

 

  He told us not to worry

And that you would be all right,

And then he put us in this car with

The pretty, flashing light.

 

  We wanted him to stay with us,

Because we miss him so,

But Mommy, he just hugged us tight

And said he had to go.

 

  He said someday we'd understand

And told us not to fuss,

And he said to tell you, Mommy,

He's watching over us.

 

  The mother knew without a doubt

That what they spoke was true,

For she recalled their dad's last words,

I will watch over you...

 

  The firemen's notes could not explain

The twisted, mangled car,

And how the three of them escaped

Without a single scar.

 

  But on the cop's report was scribed,

In print so very fine,

An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109.

 

  He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare.

This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven,

He saw me, and he asked: 'My child, what is your greatest wish for

today?'

 

  I responded: 'Lord please, take care of the person who is reading

this message, their family and their special friends.

 

  They deserve it and I love them very much. '

Difference between http and https


This bit of information has been passed on to me, it may be of help....

 

Difference between http and https-- GREAT information!

Once in a while, there is something that comes down 

the pike that is of real importance. 

What is the difference between http and https? 

Don't know how many of you are aware of this 

difference, but it is worth sending to any who do not. 

 

The main difference between http:// and https:// is it's 

all about keeping you secure. HTTP stands for 

Hyper Text Transfer Protocol. 

 

The S (big surprise) stands for "Secure." If you visit a 

website or web page, and look at the address in the web

browser, it will likely begin with the following:http:///. 

This means that the website is talking to your browser 

using the regular "unsecured" language. In other words, it is possible for someone to "eavesdrop" on your computer's conversation with the website. If you fill out a form on the website, someone might see the information you send to that site. 

 

This is why you never ever enter your credit card number 

in an http website! But if the web address begins with 

https://, that basically means your computer is talking to 

the website in a secure code that no one can eavesdrop on.

 

If a website ever asks you to enter your credit card 

information, you should automatically look to see if the 

web address begins with https://. 

 

If it doesn't, you should NEVER enter sensitive information...

....such as a credit card number, SS #, etc.

 

PASS IT ON (You may save someone a lot of grief) 

 

FIFTY SHADES OF GREY!!!


Fifty shades of grey

 

The missus bought a Paperback

Down Eason’s, the other day,

I had a look inside her bag;

T'was "fifty shades of grey".

 

Well I just left her to it,

And at ten I went to bed.

An hour later she appeared;

The sight filled me with dread…...

 

In her left she held a rope;

And in her right a whip!

She threw them down upon the floor,

And then began to strip.

 

Well fifty years or so ago;

I might have had a peek;

But Mabel hasn't weathered well;

She's eighty four next week!!

 

Watching Mabel bump and grind;

Could not have been much grimmer.

And things then went from bad to worse;

She toppled off her Zimmer!

 

She struggled back upon her feet;

A couple minutes later;

She put her teeth back in and said

That I must dominate her!!

 

Now if you knew our Mabel,

You'd see just why I spluttered,

I'd spent two months in traction

For the last complaint I'd uttered.

 

She stood there nude and naked

Bent forward just a bit

I went to hold her, sensual like

And stood upon her tit!

 

Mabel screamed, her teeth shot out;

My god what had I done!?

She moaned and groaned then shouted out:

"Step on the other one"!!

 

Well readers, I can't tell no more;

About what occurred that day.

Suffice to say my jet black hair,

Turned fifty shades of Grey.

The Blue Rose


This is a wonderful  Please read to the end and make your day. 

 

 

Having four visiting family members, my wife was very busy, so I offered to go to the store for her

 to get some needed items, which included light bulbs, paper towels, trash bags, detergent and Clorox.

 So off I went.

 

I scurried around the store, gathered up my goodies and headed for the checkout counter, 

only to be blocked in the narrow aisle by a young man who appeared to be about sixteen-years-old.

 I wasn't in a hurry, so I patiently waited for the boy to realize that I was there. 

This was when he waved his hands excitedly in the air and declared in a loud voice, "Mommy, I'm over here."

 

It was obvious now, he was mentally challenged and also startled as he turned and saw me standing so

 close to him, waiting to squeeze by. His eyes widened and surprise exploded on his face as I said,

 "Hey Buddy, what's your name?"

 

"My name is Denny and I'm shopping with my mother," he responded proudly.

 

"Wow," I said, "that's a cool name; I wish my name was Denny, but my name is Steve."

"Steve, like Stevarino?" he asked.  "Yes," I answered. "How old are you Denny?"

 

"How old am I now, Mommy?" he asked his mother as she slowly came over from the next aisle.

 

"You're fifteen-years-old Denny; now be a good boy and let the man pass by."

 

I acknowledged her and continued to talk to Denny for several more minutes about summer,

 bicycles and school. I watched his brown eyes dance with excitement, 

because he was the center of someone's attention. He then abruptly turned and headed toward the toy section.

 

Denny's mom had a puzzled look on her face and thanked me for taking the time to talk with her son.

 

 She told me that most people wouldn't even look at him, much less talk to him.

 

I told her that it was my pleasure and then I said something I have no idea where it came from,

 other than by the prompting of the Holy Spirit. I told her that there are plenty of 

red, yellow, and pink roses in God's Garden; however, "Blue Roses" are very rare and should be 

appreciated for their beauty and distinctiveness. You see, Denny is a Blue Rose and if someone 

doesn't stop and smell that rose with their heart and touch that rose with their kindness,

 then they've missed a blessing from God.

 

She was silent for a second, then with a tear in her eye she asked, "Who are you?"

 

Without thinking I said, "Oh, I'm probably just a dandelion, but I sure love living in God's garden."

 

She reached out, squeezed my hand and said, "God bless you!" and then I had tears in my eyes.

 

May I suggest, the next time you see a BLUE ROSE, don't turn your head and walk off.

 Take the time to smile and say Hello. Why? Because, by the grace of GOD, this mother or father could be you.

 This could be your child, grandchild, niece or nephew. What a difference a moment can mean to that person or their family.

 

From an old dandelion!  Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.

 

"People will forget what you said, People will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel!"        ANON.

 

 

Put me in charge . . . Written by a 21 year old female

Put me in charge of food stamps. I'd get rid of  cash for Ding Dongs or Ho Ho's,
just money for 50kg bags of rice and beans, blocks of cheese and all the powdered
 milk you can haul away. If you want steak and frozen pizza, then get a job.


Put me in charge of Medicare. The first thing I'd do is to get women Norplant birth
control implants or tubal ligations. Then, we'll test recipients for drugs,
alcohol, and nicotine and document all tattoos and piercings.
If you want to reproduce or use drugs, alcohol, smoke or get tats and piercings,
then get a job.


Put me in charge of government housing. Ever live in a military barracks?
You will maintain our property in a clean and good state of repair.
Your "home" will be subject to inspections anytime and possessions will be
inventoried.If you want a plasma TV or Xbox 360,then get a job and your own place.


In addition, you will either present a check stub from a job each week
or you will report to a "government" job.
It may be cleaning the roadways of trash, painting and repairing public housing,
whatever we find for you.
We will sell your 22 inch rims and low profile tires and your blasting stereo
and speakers and put that money toward the “common good..”


Before you write that I've violated someone's rights,
realize that all of the above is voluntary.
If you want our money, accept our rules..

Before you say that this would be "demeaning" and ruin their "self esteem,"
consider that it wasn't that long ago that taking someone else's money for
doing absolutely nothing was demeaning and lowered self esteem.


If we are expected to pay for other people's mistakes we should at least attempt
to make them learn from their bad choices.
The current system rewards them for continuing to make bad choices.


AND While you are on Gov’t subsistence, you no longer can VOTE!
Yes that is correct. For you to vote would be a conflict of interest.
You will voluntarily remove yourself from voting while you are receiving a Gov’t welfare check.
If you want to vote, then get a job.

anon.... but spot on in my opinion.

a point well made.

Whoever wrote this was really pissed off ... but

it's a point well made.
 

On the 18th of August 1966 at Long Tan, Vietnam,

D Company of the 6th Battalion, Royal Australian Regiment,

mainly made up of Australian National Servicemen

and at that time located to support the American Army,

fought a battle against the Viet Cong.

In this action D Company lost 18 men killed and 24 injured.

The Viet Cong dead numbered in excess of 245.

The Australian lines were never crossed.

The Viet Cong withdrew.
 
 

American President Johnson and US Army Staff recognised the achievement

by awarding the Unit Citation of Gallantry on 30th May 1968.

The Award was formally accepted by Queen Elizabeth in 13th June 1968.

Prime Minister John Gorton made the formal presentation

of this American Citation to the Battalion

at Lavarack Barracks, Townsville on 18th August 1968.
 
 

On the 31st of March 2010,

D Company of the 6th Battalion, Royal Australian Regiment

were belatedly awarded the Australian version of

"Unit Citation for Gallantry" (UCG)

honouring their extraordinary deeds at Long Tan.



The Government however refused to approve travel payment

for the surviving Unit Members or their families,

including the families of deceased Unit Members,

in order that they be present at the

UCG Presentation Ceremony

presided over by the Governor General of Australia.

 


In February 2011 the same Government of Australia

footed the Funeral Bill to bury the illegal boat people,

who tragically perished on Christmas Island.

This included flying surviving family illegals and survivors

to and from Sydney and Xmas Island,

accommodating them, etc etc,

plus a Coach tour of Sydney thrown in.
 
 



The Canberra Politburo had waited 45 years

to publicly acknowledge the bravery and sacrifice

of these Sons of Australia

and then immediately shit on their memory

by wetting themselves to appease the feelings of boat illegals forcing entry into our country.
 
 



Now we witness what can only be described as attempted political face saving,

by this same Government, sponsoring a TV Documentary,

to celebrate our Armed Forces accomplishments at Kapyong, Korea in 1951.

This will see our Prime Minister and the entire Priministerial Entourage

fly in a RAAF plane to Korea to mark this 60th Anniversary.

What Bloody Hypocrisy!!!

What a Blatant Affront to the feelings

of our Nation's serving Armed Forces,

Past and Present.

Shame, Shame, Shame,

You Political Parasites.

You do not deserve to represent our country.



An Aussie out-house!!!

They were funny looking buildings, that were once a way of life,
If you couldn't sprint the distance, then you really were in strife.
They were nailed, they were wired, but were mostly falling down,
There was one in every yard, in every house, in every town.
They were given many names, some were even funny,
But to most of us, we knew them as the outhouse or the dunny.
I've seen some of them all gussied up, with painted doors and all,
But it really made no difference, they were just a port of call.
Now my old man would take a bet, he'd lay an even pound,
That you wouldn't make the dunny with them turkeys hangin' round.
They had so many uses, these buildings out the back,"
You could even hide from mother, so you wouldn't get the strap.
That's why we had good cricketers, never mind the bumps,
We used the pathway for the wicket and the dunny door for stumps.
Now my old man would sit for hours, the smell would rot your socks,
He read the daily back to front in that good old thunderbox.
And if by chance that nature called sometime through the night,
You always sent the dog in first, for there was no flamin' light.
And the dunny seemed to be the place where crawlies liked to hide,
But never ever showed themselves until you sat inside.

There was no such thing as Sorbent, no tissues there at all,
Just squares of well read newspaper, a hangin' on the wall.
If you had some friendly neighbours, as neighbours sometimes are,
You could sit and chat to them, if you left the door ajar.

When suddenly you got the urge, and down the track you fled,
Then of course the magpies were there to peck you on your head.
Then the time there was a wet, the rain it never stopped,
If you had an urgent call, you ran between the drops.
The dunny man came once a week, to these buildings out the back,
And he would leave an extra can, if you left for him a zac.
For those of you who've no idea what I mean by a zac,
Then you're too young to have ever had, a dunny out the back.





We didn't have the green thing back in our day.

Checking  out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the older woman that she should bring her own shopping bags in future because plastic bags weren't good for the environment.

The woman apologized and explained, "We didn't have this green thing back in my earlier days."

The cashier  responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations."

She was right --  our generation didn't have the green thing in its day. Back then, we returned milk bottles, pop bottles and beer bottles to the store. The  store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.
But we didn't have the green thing back in our day.

We walked up stairs, because we didn't have an escalator in every shop and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.
But she was right. We didn't have the green thing in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby's nappies because we didn't have the throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts -- wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.
But that young lady is right. We didn't have the green thing back in our day.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the  size of the county of Yorkshire . In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the post, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.  Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn petrol just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.
But she's right. We didn't have the green thing back then.

We drank water from a fountain or a tap when we were thirsty instead of demanding a plastic bottle flown in from another country.  We accepted that a lot of food was seasonal and didn't expect that to be bucked by flying it thousands of air miles around the world.  We actually cooked food that didn't come out of a packet, tin or plastic wrap and we could even wash our own vegetables and chop our own salad.
But we didn't have the green thing back then.

Back then, people took the tram or a bus, and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their mothers into a 24-hour taxi service. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.
But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the green thing back then?

Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smart-ass young person.
Remember:  Don't make old people mad. We don't like being old in the first place, so it doesn't take much to piss us off...

 



Very Important ....especially for those who love to cook and eat ONIONS!!!!!! (by author unknown )


ONIONS
In 1919 when the flu killed 40 million people there was this Doctor that visited the many farmers
to see if he could help them combat the flu.
Many of the farmers and their family had contracted it and many died.
The doctor came upon this one farmer and to his surprise, everyone was very healthy.
 When the doctor asked what the farmer was doing that was different the wife replied that she had placed
an unpeeled onion in a dish in the rooms of the home, (probably only two rooms back then).
The doctor couldn't believe it and asked if he could have one of the onions and place it under the microscope.
 She gave him one and when he did this, he did find the flu virus in the onion.
 It obviously absorbed the bacteria, therefore, keeping the family healthy. 

Now, I heard this story from a hairdresser in NZ. She said that several years ago many of her employees were
coming down with the flu and so were many of her customers. The next year she placed several bowls
with onions around in her shop. To her surprise, none of her staff got sick. It must work.
 (And no, she is not in the onion business.)
The moral of the story is, buy some onions and place them in bowls around your home.
 If you work at a desk, place one or two in your office or under your desk or even on top somewhere.
Try it and see what happens. We did it last year and we never got the flu.
If this helps you and your loved ones from getting sick, all the better.  If you do get the flu, it just might be a mild case.
Whatever - what have you to lose?  Just a few bucks on onions!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  
Now there is a P. S. to this for I sent it to a friend in Oregon who regularly contributes material to me on health issues.
She replied with this most interesting experience about onions:

Thanks for the reminder. I don't know about the farmers story...but, I do know that I contacted pneumonia and needless
 to say I was very ill...I came across an article that said to cut both ends off an onion
 put one end on a fork and then place the forked end into an empty jar...
placing the jar next to the sick patient at night. It said the onion would be black in the morning from the germs...
 sure enough it happened just like that...the onion was a mess and I began to feel better.

Another thing I read in the article was that onions and garlic placed around the room saved many
from the black plague years ago. They have powerful antibacterial, antiseptic properties.
 
But here is the other important side to remember. 

LEFT OVER ONIONS ARE POISONOUS

I  have used an onion which has been left in the fridge, and sometimes I don't use a whole one at one time,
 so save the other half for later.
Now with this info, I have changed my mind.....will buy smaller onions in the future.

I had the wonderful privilege of touring Mullins Food Products, Makers of mayonnaise.

 Mullins is huge, and is owned by 11 brothers and sisters in the Mullins family.  My friend, Jeanne, is the CEO.

Questions about food poisoning came up, and I wanted to share what I learned from a chemist.

The guy who gave us our tour is named Ed. He's one of the brothers -
 Ed is a chemistry expert and is involved in developing most of the sauce formula.
 He's even developed sauce formula for McDonald's.

Keep in mind that Ed is a food chemistry whiz. During the tour, someone asked if we really needed to worry about mayonnaise.
 People are always worried that mayonnaise will spoil. Ed's answer will surprise you.
 Ed said that all commercially made Mayo is completely safe.

"It doesn't even have to be refrigerated. No harm in refrigerating it, but it's not really necessary
He explained that the pH in mayonnaise is set at a point that bacteria could not survive in that environment.
] He then talked about the quaint essential picnic, with the bowl of potato salad sitting on the table and how
 everyone blames the mayonnaise when someone gets sick.
Ed says that when food poisoning is reported, the first thing the officials look for is when the 'victim' last ate ONIONS
and where those onions came from (in the potato salad?). Ed says it's not the mayonnaise (as long as it's not homemade Mayo)
that spoils in the outdoors. It's probably the onions, and if not the onions, it's the POTATOES.

He explained, onions are a huge magnet for bacteria, especially uncooked onions.
You should never plan to keep a portion of a sliced onion. He says it's not even safe if you put it in a zip-lock bag
 and put it in your refrigerator.

It's already contaminated enough just by being cut open and out for a bit, that it can be a danger to you
 (and doubly watch out for those onions you put in your hotdogs at the baseball park!)

Ed says if you take the leftover onion and cook it like crazy you'll probably be okay,
 but if you slice that leftover onion and put on your sandwich, you're asking for trouble.
Both the onions and the moist potato in a potato salad, will attract and grow bacteria faster than any commercial
mayonnaise will even begin to break down.

So, how's that for news? Take it for what you will. I (the author) am going to be very careful about my onions from now on.
 For some reason, I see a lot of credibility coming from a chemist and a company that produces millions of pounds of mayonnaise every year.

Also, dogs should never eat onions. Their stomachs cannot metabolize onions .....
 
Please remember it is dangerous to cut onions and try to use it to cook the next day,
it becomes highly poisonous for even a single night and creates Toxic bacteria which may cause
Adverse Stomach infections because of excess Bile secretions and even Food poisoning.

Please pass it on to all you love and care. this was passed to me from a dear friend and I am doing this for all my EP friends.

Bring back any memories?


Someone asked the other day, 'What was your favourite 'fast food' when you were growing up?'
 'We didn't have fast food when I was growing up,' I informed him.
 'All the food was slow.'
'C'mon, seriously.. Where did you eat?'
'It was a place called 'home,'' I explained. !
 'Mum cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table,
 and if I didn't like what she put on my plate, I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.'
 
By this time, the lad was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage,
so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.
 
But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I'd figured his system could
 have handled it:
 
Some parents NEVER owned their own house, wore jeans, set foot on a golf course,
 travelled out of the country or had a credit card.
 
My parents never drove me to school. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds,
 and only had one speed, (slow).
 
We didn't have a television in our house until I was 10.
It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at 10 pm, after playing the national anthem
and epilogue; it came back on the air at about 6 a.m.
 and there was usually a locally produced news and farm show on, featuring local people...
 
I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone was on a party line. Before you could dial,
you had to listen and make sure some people you didn't know weren't already using the line.
  
Pizzas were not delivered to our home... But milk was.
 
All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers --My brother delivered a newspaper,
seven days a week.  He had to get up at 6AM every morning.
 
Film stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the films. There were no movie ratings because
all movies were responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or
 almost anything offensive.
 
If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these
memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing.
Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?
 

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