why do i hate that artist thing that people keep posting on my facebook so much? why am i such a jerk?

No placenta, no cry.

I know a doula who has helped prepare placenta for moms.

http://i.imgur.com/TLlbQ.jpg

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96uP6vDZMT8/Smy6rgRhUnI/AAAAAAAAB9g/e_feI3E_IzI/s400/TWIN+PEAKS+BOB2.jpg

could be J.R. "Bob" Dobbs

http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10151344773040937&set=a.222483315936.171360.507730936&type=1&relevant_count=1&ref=nf

argh

http://sphotos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/548771_10151344773040937_121133383_n.jpg

this explains so much, if you assume "easy" translated to "half-assed"

easy = anti competitive business practices

FREE HOME FOR ANYONE WHO WILL TAKE IT!

I was in my neighborhood restaurant this morning and was seated behind a group of jubilant individuals celebrating the successful passing of the recent health care bill. I could not finish my breakfa
st. This is what ensued:

They were a diverse group of several races and both sexes. I heard the young man exclaim, “Isn’t Obama like Jesus Christ? I mean, afte
r all, he is healing the sick.” The young woman enthusiastically proclaimed, “Yeah, and he does it for free. I cannot believe anyone would think that a free market would work for health care. Another said, ‘The stupid Republicans want us all to starve to death so they can inherit all of the power. Obama should be made a Saint for what he did for those of us less fortunate.” At this, I had more than enough.

I arose from my seat, mustering all the restraint I could find, and approached their table. “Please excuse me; may I impose upon you for one moment?” They smiled and welcomed me to the conversation. I stood at the end of their table, smiled as best I could and began an experiment.

“I would like to give one of you my house. It will cost you no money and I will pay all of the expenses and taxes for as long as you live there. Anyone interested?” They looked at each other in astonishment. “Why would you do something like that?” asked a young man, “There isn’t anything for free in this world.” They began to laugh at me, as they did not realize this man had just made my point. “I am serious, I will give you my house for free, no money what so ever. Anyone interested?” In unison, a resounding “Hell Yeah” fills the room.

“Since there are too many of you, I will have to make a choice as to who receives this money-free bargain.” I noticed an elderly couple was paying attention to the spectacle unfolding before their eyes, the old man shaking his head in apparent disgust. “I tell you what; I will give it to the one of you most willing to obey my rules.” Again, they looked at one another, an expression of bewilderment on their faces. The perky young woman asked, “What are the rules?” I smiled and said, “I don’t know. I have not yet defined them. However, it is a free home that I offer you.” They giggled amongst themselves, the youngest of which said, “What an old coot. He must be crazy to give away his home. Go take your meds, old man.” I smiled and leaned into the table a bit further. “I am serious, this is a legitimate offer.” They gaped at me for a moment.

“I’ll take it you old fool. Where are the keys?” boasted the youngest among them. “Then I presume you accept ALL of my terms then?” I asked.. The elderly couple seemed amused and entertained as they watched from the privacy of their table. “Oh hell yeah! Where do I sign up?” I took a napkin and wrote, “I give this man my home, without the burden of financial obligation, so long as he accepts and abides by the terms that I shall set forth upon consummation of this transaction.” I signed it and handed it to the young man who eagerly scratched out his signature. “Where are the keys to my new house?” he asked in a mocking tone of voice. All eyes were upon us as I stepped back from the table, pulling the keys from pocket and dangling them before the excited new homeowner.

“Now that we have entered into this binding contract, witnessed by all of your friends, I have decided upon the conditions you are obligated to adhere from this point forward. You may only live in the house for one hour a day. You will not use anything inside of the home. You will obey me without question or resistance. I expect complete loyalty and admiration for this gift I bestow upon you. You will accept my commands and wishes with enthusiasm, no matter the nature. Your morals and principles shall be as mine. You will vote as I do, think as I do and do it with blind faith. These are my terms. Here are your keys.” I reached the keys forward and the young man looked at me dumbfounded.

“Are you out of your mind? Who would ever agree to those ridiculous terms?” the young man appeared irritated. “You did when you signed this contract before reading it, understanding it and with the full knowledge that I would provide my conditions only after you committed to the agreement.” Was all I said. The elderly man chuckled as his wife tried to restrain him. I was looking at a now silenced and bewildered group of people. “You can shove that stupid deal up you’re a** old man, I want no part of it” exclaimed the now infuriated young man. “You have committed to the contract, as witnessed by all of your friends; you cannot get out of the deal unless I agree to it. I do not intend to let you free now that I have you ensnared. I am the power you agreed to. I am the one you blindly and without thought chose to enslave yourself to. In short, I am your Master.” At this, the table of celebrating individuals became a unified group against the unfairness of the deal.

After a few moments of unrepeatable comments and slurs, I revealed my true intent. “What I did to you is what this administration and congress did to you with the health care legislation. I easily suckered you in and then revealed the real cost of the bargain. Your folly was in the belief that you can have something you did not earn; that you are entitled to that which you did not earn; that you willingly allowed someone else to think for you. Your failure to research, study and inform yourself permitted reason to escape you. You have entered into a trap from which you cannot flee. Your only chance of freedom is if your new Master gives it to you. A freedom that is given can also be taken away; therefore, it is not freedom.” With that, I tore up the napkin and placed it before the astonished young man. “This is the nature of your new health care legislation.”

I turned away to leave these few in thought and contemplation and was surprised by applause. The elderly gentleman, who was clearly entertained, shook my hand enthusiastically and said, “Thank you Sir, these kids don’t understand Liberty these days.” He refused to allow me to pay my bill as he said, “You earned this one, it is an honor to pickup the tab.” I shook his hand in thanks, leaving the restaurant somewhat humbled, and sensing a glimmer of hope for my beloved country.

Use reason,

~ Clifford A.

Use reason,

~ Bob M.

The guys who concoct these little fantasies sure have a shitty idea of what "good writing" is. You ever notice they're all written in that florid, I-own-a-thesaurus, self-congratulatory manner?

Actually, that's Ayn Rand's fault, isn't it?

FREE HOME FOR ANYONE WHO WILL TAKE IT!

I was in my neighborhood restaurant this morning and was seated behind a group of jubilant individuals celebrating the successful passing of the recent health care bill. I could not finish my breakfa
st. This is what ensued:

They were a diverse group of several races and both sexes. I heard the young man exclaim, “Isn’t Obama like Jesus Christ? I mean, afte
r all, he is healing the sick.” The young woman enthusiastically proclaimed, “Yeah, and he does it for free. I cannot believe anyone would think that a free market would work for health care. Another said, ‘The stupid Republicans want us all to starve to death so they can inherit all of the power. Obama should be made a Saint for what he did for those of us less fortunate.” At this, I had more than enough.

I arose from my seat, mustering all the restraint I could find, and approached their table. “Please excuse me; may I impose upon you for one moment?” They smiled and welcomed me to the conversation. I stood at the end of their table, smiled as best I could and began an experiment.

“I would like to give one of you my house. It will cost you no money and I will pay all of the expenses and taxes for as long as you live there. Anyone interested?” They looked at each other in astonishment. “Why would you do something like that?” asked a young man, “There isn’t anything for free in this world.” They began to laugh at me, as they did not realize this man had just made my point. “I am serious, I will give you my house for free, no money what so ever. Anyone interested?” In unison, a resounding “Hell Yeah” fills the room.

“Since there are too many of you, I will have to make a choice as to who receives this money-free bargain.” I noticed an elderly couple was paying attention to the spectacle unfolding before their eyes, the old man shaking his head in apparent disgust. “I tell you what; I will give it to the one of you most willing to obey my rules.” Again, they looked at one another, an expression of bewilderment on their faces. The perky young woman asked, “What are the rules?” I smiled and said, “I don’t know. I have not yet defined them. However, it is a free home that I offer you.” They giggled amongst themselves, the youngest of which said, “What an old coot. He must be crazy to give away his home. Go take your meds, old man.” I smiled and leaned into the table a bit further. “I am serious, this is a legitimate offer.” They gaped at me for a moment.

“I’ll take it you old fool. Where are the keys?” boasted the youngest among them. “Then I presume you accept ALL of my terms then?” I asked.. The elderly couple seemed amused and entertained as they watched from the privacy of their table. “Oh hell yeah! Where do I sign up?” I took a napkin and wrote, “I give this man my home, without the burden of financial obligation, so long as he accepts and abides by the terms that I shall set forth upon consummation of this transaction.” I signed it and handed it to the young man who eagerly scratched out his signature. “Where are the keys to my new house?” he asked in a mocking tone of voice. All eyes were upon us as I stepped back from the table, pulling the keys from pocket and dangling them before the excited new homeowner.

“Now that we have entered into this binding contract, witnessed by all of your friends, I have decided upon the conditions you are obligated to adhere from this point forward. You may only live in the house for one hour a day. You will not use anything inside of the home. You will obey me without question or resistance. I expect complete loyalty and admiration for this gift I bestow upon you. You will accept my commands and wishes with enthusiasm, no matter the nature. Your morals and principles shall be as mine. You will vote as I do, think as I do and do it with blind faith. These are my terms. Here are your keys.” I reached the keys forward and the young man looked at me dumbfounded.

“Are you out of your mind? Who would ever agree to those ridiculous terms?” the young man appeared irritated. “You did when you signed this contract before reading it, understanding it and with the full knowledge that I would provide my conditions only after you committed to the agreement.” Was all I said. The elderly man chuckled as his wife tried to restrain him. I was looking at a now silenced and bewildered group of people. “You can shove that stupid deal up you’re a** old man, I want no part of it” exclaimed the now infuriated young man. “You have committed to the contract, as witnessed by all of your friends; you cannot get out of the deal unless I agree to it. I do not intend to let you free now that I have you ensnared. I am the power you agreed to. I am the one you blindly and without thought chose to enslave yourself to. In short, I am your Master.” At this, the table of celebrating individuals became a unified group against the unfairness of the deal.

After a few moments of unrepeatable comments and slurs, I revealed my true intent. “What I did to you is what this administration and congress did to you with the health care legislation. I easily suckered you in and then revealed the real cost of the bargain. Your folly was in the belief that you can have something you did not earn; that you are entitled to that which you did not earn; that you willingly allowed someone else to think for you. Your failure to research, study and inform yourself permitted reason to escape you. You have entered into a trap from which you cannot flee. Your only chance of freedom is if your new Master gives it to you. A freedom that is given can also be taken away; therefore, it is not freedom.” With that, I tore up the napkin and placed it before the astonished young man. “This is the nature of your new health care legislation.”

I turned away to leave these few in thought and contemplation and was surprised by applause. The elderly gentleman, who was clearly entertained, shook my hand enthusiastically and said, “Thank you Sir, these kids don’t understand Liberty these days.” He refused to allow me to pay my bill as he said, “You earned this one, it is an honor to pickup the tab.” I shook his hand in thanks, leaving the restaurant somewhat humbled, and sensing a glimmer of hope for my beloved country.

Use reason,

~ Clifford A.

cool story bro

Isn’t Obama like Jesus Christ? I mean, afte
r all, he is healing the sick.

finger on the pulse of the national conversational style

“What an old coot.”

Possible mishearing.

"The stupid Republicans want us all to starve to death so they can inherit all of the power."

this is a fascinating window into the mental processes at work here. not starving to death doesn't compute as an end in itself, it has to be recast in terms of relatable motivations, i.e. as a means to stop republicans inheriting all of the power, whatever the fuck that might mean.

After all that "there's no such thing as a free lunch" pontificating, the guy gets a free meal out of it?

this is a fascinating window into the mental processes at work here. not starving to death doesn't compute as an end in itself, it has to be recast in terms of relatable motivations, i.e. as a means to stop republicans inheriting all of the power, whatever the fuck that might mean.

― Roberto Spiralli, Wednesday, 12 December 2012 14:47 (2 minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

OTM. If anything this is an incite into how right-wingers think left-wingers think. It's amazing really.

I turned away to leave these few in thought and contemplation

The elderly man chuckled as his wife tried to restrain him

that's one violent chuckling style

And then an old man offered to pay for my meal.

"Why would you do that, old man?" I asked..

(to be continued....)

no such thing as a free lunch for Positivist ubermenschen like our hero Clifford.

leaving the restaurant somewhat humbled

^^ ^^
Standout whopper.

tbf it was a free breakfast, not a free lunch. A breakfast which, as noted in the first paragraph, he couldn't finish. Joke's on the old man.

After a few moments of unrepeatable comments and slurs, I revealed my true intent.

http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C6j5cw7dw7M/TtMbDwhdM8I/AAAAAAAADXM/LCtL5hryD2s/s400/The+Masked+Magician.jpg

http://tpc.pc2.netdna-cdn.com/images/Ryan_Math_Force_Field.jpg

what is this, readers' digest fanfic?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DH8b03cEt6k

https://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc6/251187_10151145209451932_712922913_n.jpg

Is this passive aggressive or just aggressive aggressive?

God Bless Our Troops and Fuck You, Buddy.

https://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/522672_136781586475999_111974207_n.png

From "Fuck fake relationships i prefer to be real." Not sure why the date earns the heart.

https://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/16103_10151111924421371_475835148_n.jpg

Sigh.

"I have only seen this reposted one time"

So it was reposted before it was even created WTF? Reminds me of the chainletters you used to get that said "this letter has been going for 6 years and has been to countries including South Africa, Japan and Indonesia. Copy it to the letter and send it to 10 people you know" - if you copy it to the letter, how did the original sender know where and how long the letter had been passed around?!

I thought the "I" in "team" thing was funny when I first saw it, but it didn't have the whole thing about the A hole, which is just retarded.

dunno, it's like the hammering it into place.

Bob Marley.

Unless that 'i in team' thing was made by ee cummings I'm not having it.

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8-D

The guys who concoct these little fantasies sure have a shitty idea of what "good writing" is. You ever notice they're all written in that florid, I-own-a-thesaurus, self-congratulatory manner?

Seriously. The dialogue coming out of the old coot character reads a lot like it should be spoken by a vengeful Ricardo Montalban.

http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-prn1/61469_10152314443940459_2036676981_n.jpg

http://img843.imageshack.us/img843/2278/khan.png

that florid, I-own-a-thesaurus, self-congratulatory manner

yeah, but how one reacts to this style is based largely on class identity. if you handed a plumber $10,000 to buy a "ritzy" wardrobe, what they'd buy would never resemble what someone raised with "old money" would buy with the same budget, but it would impress the hell out of all their friends.

xxpost

I appreciate that Dr. Benjamin Montgomery employed some frowny faces to adequately communicate his distress over the impending death by crystal meth OD of your elementary school children.

https://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc7/421462_10150906033082875_649872112_n.jpg

Truth bomb.

Oh nerds.

http://i.imgur.com/Mz08u.jpg

I lol'ed u_u

nathan anderson, browns fan