Here, presented below for you enjoyment is a compendium of time wasting, e-mail inbox hogging, internet junk that has been forwarded to me via e-mail by various colleagues, friends and family members who obviously have nothing better to do with their time and resources!
You cannot help
the poor by destroying the rich.
You cannot strengthen the weak
by weakening the strong.
You cannot bring about prosperity
by discouraging thrift.
You cannot lift the wage earner up by
pulling the wage payer down.
You cannot further the brotherhood
of man by inciting class hatred.
You cannot build character and
courage by taking away people's initiative and independence.
You
cannot help people permanently by doing for them, what they could and
should do for themselves.
... Abraham
Lincoln
This was 47 years ago.
April 3, 1965. An amazing prediction.
Do you remember the famous
radio commentator, Paul Harvey, back when ABC was one of the respected media?
Millions of Americans
listened to his programs which were broadcast over 1,200 radio stations
nationwide.
When you listen to this,
remember the commentary was broadcast 47 years ago on April 3, 1965.
It's short...less than three
minutes. You will be amazed.
After
the Boston bombing, the news media spent days and weeks trying to
determine why these men did what they did. They want to know what
America did to make these brothers so angry with us. They want to know
why these men were not arrested before they did something so terrible.
The media continues in a tizzy about this new era of home-grown
radicals, and about why they could live among us and still hate us.
A friend of mine from Texas explained it all to me:
“Here
in west Texas I have rattlesnakes on my place living among us. I have
killed a rattlesnake on the front porch. I have killed a rattlesnake on
the back porch. I have killed rattlesnakes in the barn, in the shop and
on the driveway. In fact, I kill every rattlesnake I encounter.
I
kill rattlesnakes because I know a rattlesnake will bite me and inject
me with poison. I don’t stop to wonder why a rattlesnake will bite me; I
know: It will bite me because it's a rattlesnake and that's what
rattlesnakes do. I don’t try to reason with a rattlesnake…I just kill
it.
I
don’t try to get to know the rattlesnake better so I can find a way to
live with the rattlesnakes and convince them not to bite me…I just kill
them. I don’t quiz a rattlesnake to see it I can find out where the
other snakes are, because (a) it won’t tell me, and (b) I already know
they live on my place. So, I just kill the rattlesnake and move on to
the next one.
I
don’t look for ways I might be able to change the rattlesnake to a
non-poisonous rat snake...I just kill it. Oh, and on occasion, I
accidentally kill a rat snake because I thought it was a rattlesnake at
the time. Also, I know, for every rattlesnake I kill, two more are
lurking out there in the brush. In my lifetime, I will never be able to
rid my place of rattlesnakes. Do I fear them? No!
Do
I respect what they can do to me? Yes! And because of that respect I
give them the fair justice they deserve...I kill them....”
Maybe
as a country we should start giving more thought to the fact that these
jihadists' are just being like rattlesnakes, and act accordingly! You
can’t help but wonder why our government doesn’t think logically? If you
don’t leave the door open, rattlesnakes won’t come in!
In God We Trust!
"I love this country; it's the government I'm afraid of."
Mickey O'Flynn worked in an Irish pickle factory.
For many years he had a powerful desire to put
his penis in the pickle slicer.
Unable to stand it any longer, he sought professional
help from the factory psychologist. After six months,
the therapist gave up. He advised Mickey to go ahead
and do it or he would probably never have any peace
of mind.
The next day he came home from work very early.
His wife, Mary, became alarmed and wanted to know
what had happened. Mickey tearfully confessed his
tormenting desire to put his penis in the pickle slicer.
He went on to explain that today he finally went ahead
and did it, and he was immediately fired.
Mary gasped and ran over to her husband. She quickly
yanked down his pants and shorts only to find a normal,
completely intact penis. She looked up and said,
"I don't understand. What about the pickle slicer?"
Mickey replied, "I think she got fired, too."