Have you ever just been at your wits' end over the conscious blindness of some of the people around you? Aghast at what some people will accept and even root for to happen when they know what they're asking for and what consequences it will have - not just for them - but on their children and grandchildren? Have you ever seen something that was crystal-clear to you - but which for some reason you couldn't - regardless of the facts supporting your side or the elegance of your presentation - get across to other people in such a manner as to cause them to see it for themselves, and act on that information? Have you ever just wanted to scream and snarl at the utter contempt in which all of your elected representatives seem to hold you, and what you want? That's where I'm at tonight. Hope your night's going better. Pete
Yup..and i worry about you mainly because we is buddies..and I respects your positions on many issues in life..but still want you to enjoy life as you dedicate your free time to something you feel is very important..but will no longer give you a opening to skin the Cat. Best to you and the family.. Splat Cat Seems a guy was driving for hours thu desolate country when he passed a farmhouse, and before he could react, a cat ran out in front of him and*splat*... he flattened the cat. Out of kindness and consideration, he stopped, turned around and drove back to the farmhouse to notify the occupants. When the housewife came to the door, said he, "Pardon me madame, but I just ran over a cat in front of your house, and assumed that it must belong to you. I know this might be hard to hear, but I wanted to let you know instead of just driving off...." "Not so fast", says she. "How do you know it was our cat? Could you describe him? What does he look like?" The man promptly flopped down on the ground, and said "He looks like this as he gave his best shot at a dead cat impression. "Oh no, you *horrible* man", she replied. "I meant, what did he look like*before* you hit him?" At that, the man got up, covered his eyes with both hands and screamed"Agggghhhhhhhhhh !!!!!!"
Crofttk - Congratulations, my friend - and good luck! Primrose - No opening tried for - and thanks for both the good wishes and the joke! <g> Pete
SPY 1 Today ended an era of freedom.......an began a new era that no one knows what will hold..... Pete, your frustration is felt by many....... Walk Tall Pete....you did a great job.... Warm Regards Snowie The Snowman
snowman! Good to see you. Might want to check your PM's here. See? My day's getting better already! Pete
Hi Pete I feel your frustration. Sometimes it's just plain hard to understand when something is so obvious to us, why others can't see it. But everyone does have a different viewpoint on things. What I've put below, while being hilarious, does give a glimpse on perspective. All the best, Pete PS Don't ever loose your sense of humor. It gets you thru anything. LETTER FROM A FARM KID (now at Camp Pendleton, San Diego, Marine Corps Recruit Training) Dear Ma and Pa: I am well. Hope you are too. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer that the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled. I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m., but I am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay... practically nothing. Men got to shave but it's not so bad... there's warm water. Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie, and other regular food, but tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you 'til noon when you get fed again. It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much. We go on "route marches," which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it's not my place to tell him different. A "route march" is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks. The country is nice but awful flat. The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot. The captain is like the school board. Majors and colonels just ride around and frown. They don't bother you none. This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don't move, and it ain't shooting at you like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don't even load your own cartridges. They come in boxes. Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy. It ain't like fighting with that ole bull at home. I'm about the best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake. I only beat him once. He joined up the same time as me, but I'm only 5'6" and 130 pounds and he's 6'8" and near 300 pounds dry. Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join up before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding on in. Your loving daughter, Alice
