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| | From: tommytalldog (Original Message) | Sent: 12/13/2008 6:16 PM |
Last month a 34 year old man was trampled to death by a mob rushing into a Wal-Mart to buy stuff for the Christmas season. The store was scheduled to open at 5 a.m. but that was not early enough for the 2,000 shoppers, many of whom had camped outside the store the night before. At 5 minutes prior to the 5 a.m. opening the mob pounded on the store windows & pressed against the glass doors which bowed in & broke allowing the "shoppers" to stampede in & trample the seasonal worker to death. Four others were seriously injured including a pregnant woman, but this carnage did not dissuade most of the mob from continuing their quest for "stuff." Humans have always had a tendency to lose individual identity & accountabilty when gathered in groups. See the Holocaust & Jesus. "Crucify him someone shouted from the safety of the crowd." Our common love of "stuff" is the real priority at Christmas eh? Now we pay lip service to all of the p.c. things that we feel we should say are our true priorities. Like: Our children - When did people ever press against the door of the skool for parent/teacher nite? Education - When did people ever bang on the windows of the local library (besides Mark at Ham on Rye, or wherever the town with the funny name he goes to)? Faith - When do people ever surge into the Temple of worship? No our true prioties lie in the Temple of Commerce. So to all of the phoney-baloneys out there, Merry Christmas from T-Dog. T-Dog |
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Thanks Tinman Poppy sent me a load. |
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#13 I meant TinCan Blearily yours....... |
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http://www.fauxfire.com/
HAPPY HOLIDAYS |
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Et pax vobiscum filius meus |
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Loved your post Flash. You can be sure I will cut and paste it and send it to all my cousins for sure. |
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Hah! It was Poppy sent it to me. It's got songs, jokes etc just keep pushing the buttons. Big slabs of jokes. I'll let Himself know you liked it |
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Great link there Flashey. They had a list of Yogyisms on the page I had to copy and paste here. Great stuff thanks. - It ain't over till it's over.
- This is like deja vu all over again.
- You better cut the pizza in four pieces because I'm not hungry enough to eat six.
- When you come to a fork in the road, take it.
- The future ain't what it used to be.
- A nickel ain't worth a dime anymore.
- It's tough to make predictions, especially about the future.
- I knew I was going to take the wrong train, so I left early.
- Baseball is ninety percent mental. The other half is physical.
- Nobody goes there anymore because it's too crowded.
- I don't know (if they were men or women fans running naked across the field). They had bags over their heads.
- You've got to be very careful if you don't know where you are going because you might not get there.
- I don't want to make the wrong mistake.
- If people don't want to come out to the ballpark, how are you going to stop them?
- In theory there is no difference between theory and practice. In practice there is.
- Interviewer - "Why, you're a fatalist !" - Yogi Berra - "You mean I save postage stamps? Not me."
- Little League baseball is a very good thing because it keeps the parents off the streets.
- Mrs. Lindsay - "You certainly look cool." - Yogi Berra - "Thanks, you don't look so hot yourself."
- I'm not going to buy my kids an encyclopedia. Let them walk to school like I did.
- "That ain't the way to spell my name."--After he got a check that read 'Pay to bearer'.
- How can you hit and think at the same time?
- You can observe a lot just by watchin'
- Always go to other people's funerals; otherwise, they won't go to yours.
- Never answer an anonymous letter.
- We made too many wrong mistakes.
- When asked what time it is: "Do you mean now?"
- For a spring training drill, Yogi instructed his players to: "Pair off in threes."
- Reporter: "What would you do if you found a million dollars?" Yogi: "If the guy was poor, I'd give it back."
- I usually take a two hour nap from one to four.
- You can observe a lot just by watching.
- You give 100% in the first half of the game, and if that isn't enough, in the second half you give what's left.
- I never said most of the things I said.
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Trivia Library .com Origins of Famous Songs: Auld Lang Syne About the origin of the famous song Auld Lang Syne, history of the music and words written by Scottish poet Robert Burns. Stories behind Songs You Grew Up With AULD LANG SYNE Robert Burns c. 1788 "Auld Lang Syne" has become a well-known and well-loved song in all English-speaking lands. Many people, if asked, would call it a Scottish folk song, and it is true that the melody may originally have been a folk tune. The words, however, were written by Scotland's famous poet, Robert Burns, who lived from 1759 to 1796. He wrote this particular poem about 1788, using in its 5 stanzas a goodly measure of Scottish dialect. The title words mean, literally, "old long since" or, colloquially, "the good old days." The phrase "auld lang syne" appears at the end of each verse and in 3 of the 4 lines of the chorus, as well as in the title. Other dialect words are sometimes altered in modern versions of the song to make them more easily understood. It is believed that the words and music 1st appeared together in published form in the Scots Musical Museum in 1796. The melody is also known as "The Miller's Wedding" and it was possibly in this form that Robert Burns 1st heard it. But it is a melody that is sometimes credited to composer William Shield, who used it, or something very similar to it, in his opera Rosina, presented at the London Covent Garden Opera House in 1783. It appeared in the overture to the opera and was played so that it imitated the sound of Scottish bagpipes. Regardless of origin, the tune with the Burns words quickly became a famous song and before long was popular as the last song to be sung when an evening party broke up. The ritual developed that the group stood up in a circle, each one crossing his arms in front of his chest and clasping his neighbors' hands to left and right. While singing, all arms were swung forward and back in time with the music. Still often sung at parties, picnics, around campfires, "Auld Lang Syne" is most often sung at New Year's parties when the old year dies at midnight and the new year is ushered in. England and Scotland both claim the song, and the U.S. has certainly adopted it as its own also. © 1975 - 1981 by David Wallechinsky & Irving Wallace Reproduced with permission from "The People's Almanac" series of books. All rights reserved.
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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250�?900. | | Robert Burns. 1759�?796 | | 495. Auld Lang Syne | | SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, | | And never brought to min'? | | Should auld acquaintance be forgot, | | And days o' lang syne? | | | We twa hae rin about the braes, | 5 | And pu'd the gowans fine; | | But we've wander'd monie a weary fit | | Sin' auld lang syne. | | | We twa hae paidl't i' the burn, | | Frae mornin' sun till dine; | 10 | But seas between us braid hae roar'd | | Sin' auld lang syne. | | | And here 's a hand, my trusty fiere, | | And gie's a hand o' thine; | | And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught | 15 | For auld lang syne. | | | And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp, | | And surely I'll be mine; | | And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet | | For auld lang syne! | 20 | | For auld lang syne, my dear, | | For auld lang syne, | | We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet | | For auld lang syne. | | | GLOSS: gowans] daisies. fit] foot. dine] dinner-time. fiere] partner. guid-willie waught] friendly draught. | Wishing you all Peace, Good Luck and Good Will and a Happy and prosperous New Year. | |
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Death by plum pudding - Christmas Day in the workhouse The sentimental monologue by George Sims about a poor woman who starved rather than be separated from her husband at Christmas by the cruel officers of the Victorian workhouse has wrung many a heart. The husband bursts in on the do-gooding visitors as they watch the workhouse inmates eating their Christmas dinner, and berates them for their smugness. Yes, there in a land of plenty, lay a loving woman dead. Cruelly starved and murdered for a loaf of the parish bread The workhouse Christmas dinner was an annual institution, and the well-wishers of the poor did indeed visit, to make sure the recipients were duly grateful. The Times published an annual report of exactly what victuals had been enjoyed by the inmates, parish by parish, so there must have been some competition to make the offerings sound good. Generally, there was an allowance of beef, potatoes, plum pudding and, for the lucky ones, some snuff and tobacco, and a good pint of London porter. Marylebone Parish: Number of outdoor poor about 6,500. Christmas fare, 1lb of roast beef free from bone, 1lb of potatoes and bread, one pint of porter, and 1lb of plumpudding, with 1 ounce of tea, sugar extra to each adult. The children are fed at the discretion of the master, and in the evening are allowed to partake of various amusements at the expense of the guardians, who had fruit and sweetmeats provided for them. NOT BAD NOT BAD EH! |
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It was Christmas Day in the harem, The eunuchs were all standing round, With dozens of naked women All scattered on the ground; When in came the mighty Sultan To gaze at his marble halls. He said: "What do you want for Christmas?" And the eunuchs all shouted: "B*lls!" |
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I can't compete with Flash or Cad but a Christmas ditty that I recall my dad recite went: Christmas is coming and the pigs are getting fat. So please put a penny in the old man's hat. It you haven't got a penny then a haypnny will do. If you havn't got a haypnny than God bless you. Merry Christmas to all. |
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AND A MERRY MAGNA CHRISTMAS 'Twas the night of Friday and all through the town no pigs were stirring no narcs were around
The joints were all rolled and stuffed into sacks in dreams we'd get wasted to the highest climax
When suddenly at the door we heard three knocks we all looked at each other and said "oh f**k its the cops"
We opened the door and to red eyes appeared a pound of Colombian and a keg of beer
The man standing next to it wore only a smile so we invited him in to party awhile
He spoke not a word but proceeded to stroll he opened a beer and lit up a bowl
and as we all jammed to the Greatful Dead rings of incense encircled our heads
and as he left and bid us good night he said "marijuana to all" "and to all a good high"
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