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Greetings, Quotaholics:
I’ve
never understood the laws concerning ‘victimless’ crimes. These are
behaviors that society decided should be punished rather than ignored
or assisted to overcome. Things like drug use, consensual sex outside
the norm, prostitution, etc.
The way I always looked at it, if you want to do drugs, or alcohol,
that’s your right. I don’t have any say over what you do with, or to,
your body. As long as you don’t endanger me or my family, by driving
under the influence for instance, then it’s none of my business. Sex
is, or should be, a private thing between consenting adults. As long
as you’re not in my presence, or trying to involve me, I don’t care
who, or what, you have sex with.
But laws concerning prostitution and ‘adult’ entertainment have always
been the biggest mystery to me. It always seemed to me if a woman wants
money and is willing to exchange sex for it, and a man has money and
is willing to pay for sex, that constitutes supply and demand, the basis
of our economy. Why is that illegal?
But since God told Adam and Eve not to eat the apple, we have had restrictions
on our sex lives. Over the centuries the law has tried to keep one step
ahead of our creative uses for our genitalia!
According to an article I read in Salt Lake City, Utah’s Deseret
News, a proposed new law would make ‘acting sexy’ illegal.
Now it seems to me many people ‘act sexy’ without even meaning to. The
only thing I remember from my high school bookkeeping class is the pretty
young girl who sat next to me who had the habit of putting both hands
behind her head, arching her back, and stretching really big when she
yawned. I found it extremely sexy. I suppose she could be arrested in
modern day Utah. I could have been arrested in all 50 states for what
I was thinking.
But back to Utah. The way I read the article, it seems that prostitutes
ask prospective clients to expose themselves, or touch themselves, in
order to prove they aren’t with the police. The police aren’t allowed
to do that, so the new law is supposedly intended to make it possible
to arrest women for ‘acting sexy’ by asking a man to expose himself.
I don’t know what happens to men who ask women to expose themselves.
Already a federal lawsuit has been filed on behalf of escorts and strippers
claiming the new law would make them subject to arrest for doing their
jobs since exposing themselves or touching themselves would be illegal
under the new law. According to the lawyer who filed the lawsuit the
new law is "virtually identical" to one that was ruled unconstitutional
in 1988. But still time and money is being wasted trying to make sex
illegal.
Do you think acting sexy is enough to arrest someone for prostitution?
Do you think prostitution should even be illegal? Wouldn’t the public
interest be best served by allowing prostitutes to operate legally,
under supervised conditions, subject to health inspections and putting
the police back to work solving real crimes like busting teenagers for
smoking pot?
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“On this shrunken globe, men can no longer live as strangers.” - Adlai
E. Stevenson
“The Internet isn’t free. It just has an economy that makes no sense
to capitalism.” - Brad Shapcott
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Chuckle |
Watermelon
[Thanks Bonnie]
Discovering
too late that a watermelon spiked with vodka had accidentally been served
to a luncheon meeting of local ministers, the restaurant’s owner waited
nervously for the clerics’ reaction. “Quick, man,” he whispered to the
waiter, “what did they say?”
“Nothing,” replied the waiter. “They were all too busy slipping the
seeds into their pockets.”
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| Life
Sentences |
“I deserve all the love you can spare me. And I want a lot more than
I deserve.”
“I like women. I really like women.”
“I’ve been as bad an influence on American literature as anyone I can
think of. ” - all from Dashiell Hammett, American author, born on this
day in 1894
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Wonder What’s On The Menu?
[Thanks Tesser]
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Most Embarrassing Moment
My Scariest Moment |
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Speak right up!
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Vacation
We recently went on vacation. OK, it was a mini-vacation.
We left on Thursday and were back home Monday, b ut it was a nice break
from the hum-drum of daily ruttness.
The purpose of the vacation was to visit my son and his family.
Some of you may remember that they moved from Ohio to North Carolina
a couple years ago. We were reluctant to see them go, but we had
no choice but to see them off on the rest of their lives. We visited
their new home once before, and they seemed comfortably settled in at
that time. Now, it is like they have been there all along.
The fun began as we arrived. We had been invited to my older grandson’s
"Mystery Reader" event. Every Friday, they have a "Mystery
Reader" come to their class and read a book or two. Before
that occurs, however, the class tries to figure out who the mystery
reader is by asking questions that can be answered only by "yes"
or "no". Nobody, except the teacher, had any clue at
all that we were coming. As it turns out, half the class thinks
they are related to me. At least they guessed I was their grandfather.
The one who should have guessed didn’t. He didn’t even offer a
question to be answered. Half the class was disappointed when
I walked in. One kid almost passed out. Yup, my grandson!
Later, after we met the school bus when they came home did we learn
just how shocked he really was. Although he knew we were coming
to visit, he had no clue that we would be there in time to participate.
We did take time to make a quick visit to my other grandson’s class
while we were at the school, and he was just as surprised, as was his
annoyed teacher. It seems we were interrupting in this particular
setting. Same school… Different reception.
The next couple days were jam packed with activity. From whitewater
rafting to building a huge treehouse complete with slide and rock wall.
Except for a few moments,
we were go-go-go from early morning to night. None of us even
got a nap, and, gawd knows, I need my nap!
The whole time we were there, the weather was ideal for whatever activity
we had on the schedule. It was perfect. Almost too perfect.
Even the drive to & from was perfect. We had sunshine and
warm weather for the entire trip. It had rained pretty good at
both places up to the day we left, but, it was like an order form had
been properly submitted as we got the ideal weather.
The one part that wasn’t so perfect was the fact the calendar kept turning
pages the whole time. It had to come to an end. We had to
return to reality. Our trip to fantasy land was over. It
was home again, home again, jiggedy-jig.
Here’s your quiz:
Where did you go for your last vacation away from home?
What did you do while on vacation?
Were you hesitant to come home, too?
Vacation - A Real-Life Trip Through The Looking-Glass
Cliff (the High-Tech Redneck who doesn’t rate a fancy ’signature pic’)
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| BJ’s
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Stop….In the Name of Love
Raising stepchildren can be ‘interesting’ to say the least both good
and bad. My stepson Mark, brought this girl over to visit with us
and to listen to what I had to say about life. What I did not realize
she was a full-blown alcoholic totally out of control. I shared the
story about my father’s addiction to alcohol and his early demise
at the age of 54, alone and homeless. We will call this girl Linda.
Linda told me she needed help and I mentioned AA to her.
I discovered later she attended AA meetings but only listened to the
messages and still maintained her bad habit. She did admit to having
a sponsor who told her if she ever wanted to get dry to phone them
and they would take her to a rehab institution. Linda was afraid,
Linda was at the crossroad of her life. Turn the wrong way and a slow
death would take her, turn the other and a life long struggle with
something she craved would be like a death.
One evening she visited my home and said, "BJ, take me to my
sponsors please before I change my mind."
"Okay, give me their phone number and it is done." I responded.
My wife, also an alcoholic, interrupted, "Don’t you want to think
about this for a while and make certain this is what you want?"
I interrupted, "She has made her decision and we are gone."
After a quick phone call to her sponsors, we were off to their home.
I remember seeing her leave my car and running to their arms as they
embraced her.
I didn’t see Linda for a year. One evening a special meeting at school
had a guest speaker. The speaker was Linda. She winked at me and smiled,
then walked down the aisle in her army uniform and spoke to the school
about the addiction of drugs and alcohol. She had her life together
and even had joined the U.S. Army. Linda may or may not be dry today,
but at one point in time in her life, she made the right choice, she
decided to take life over death.
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Kirsten’s
Krazy Kaleidoscope |
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“I’m
an optimist, but an optimist who carries a raincoat”
~ Harold Wilson ~
This morning my raincoat died.
Admittedly, it had been ailing for some time. It’s quite old, you see.
I’ve had since at least a year before I got knocked up with my almost
eight-year-old. Which according to my math means I got it about ten
years ago.
I don’t remember where I got it. I don’t even remember which country
I got it in. I just know that for a somewhat large-busted woman, finding
a raincoat that fit comfortably AND looked stylish was nothing short
of a miracle.
Having found this goddess of a raincoat, I was determined to never let
it go. I had to reluctantly put it to one side during my pregnancies,
when it wouldn’t zip up, but when my childbearing days were done, I
embraced it once more, like an old friend.
YES, I can be that weird about a raincoat. Stop looking at me funny!
When the ends of the sleeves started to fray, I kept wearing the raincoat.
When a bit of the stitching down one side started to unravel a little
bit, I kept wearing the raincoat.
When I lost the drawstring that tightened the hood, I kept wearing the
raincoat.
When the bottom part of the zipper started losing some teeth, I kept
wearing the raincoat.
This morning, when the entire zipper broke while I was walking to the
subway station, while it was raining cats and puppies and pint-sized
alligators, rendering me completely soaked and freezing cold, I was
forced to acknowledge something that I must have known was coming.
It was time to let go of the raincoat.
I went out at lunchtime and bought a new raincoat. I felt guilty about
it. I mean, if your old pet canary dies, you don’t immediately go out
and buy a new one to replace him. That’s just callous. I felt like I
was cheating on my old raincoat.
But I had to do it. The new raincoat is nice enough. But only time will
tell whether I form the same kind of attachment to it.
May the old raincoat rest in peace. Or in this case, due to its dilapidated
state, may it rest in pieces.
Kaleidoscopically yours,
Kirsten
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| Lucille’s
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It isn’t the first time I’ve questioned my intelligence in this space.
I’m sure I’m not the only one who wonders what the heck they were thinking
when they —. Here is my story, and I’m sticking to it.
When you submit articles to distribution sites, you try to provide several
versions so you can avoid the "duplicate penalty". This is tedius
work, because you have to keep redrafting your brilliant prose in different
ways so that different ezines and webmasters might find your proposed
contributions interesting, rather than ignore them because they are the
same things you’ve said the same way a zillion times. So, being the optimist
I am, I bought an article spinner, the function of which is to rewrite
the original article several ways at a time so you don’t have to "waste
hours of your precious time" doing the work yourself.
I forget I’m blind. I forget that not every computer ap in the free world
is accessible. I’ve worked around problems more than once, and another
thing I forget is when to give up.
I sent columns ahead to Mike, because I was sure I would be using all
of my time being productive with my new article spinner. I emailed some
of the afore mentioned brilliant prose to Radar for proof reading before
I had the spinner do its magic. Radar couldn’t read my submissions because
the program I was using only let her read half of the screen at a time.
I bought myself a copy of the same word processer she uses, thinking I
could help her speed things up. The problem? I had to learn how to use
it myself before I could use it to help Radar speed up the proof reading.
The other problem? My screen reader needed to be updated to work better
with the article spinner and the word processer.
So, there you have it. One of my favorite writers, Patrick F. McManus
wrote a book called "How I Got This Way". Now, you know how
I did. It all started when my mother dropped me on my head, and it has
gone down hill since.
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Casandra must have taken a extra day of holiday today. Come back!
Next opening line…
The letter was lost in the mail…
Hints:
Here’s a great new rhyming/composition tool. http://www.writerhymes.com/
There’s also a great rhyming dictionary at http://www.rhymezone.com/
Limerick rules. http://freespace.virgin.net/merrick.sheldon/limerickrules.htm
Submit
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Limerick
My
father taught me ’bout life
Which did no good when it came to my wife
She was stubborn and mean
And not very clean
She filled most of my days with strife. - Bonnie |
My
father had taught me ’bout sex
as we sat down to eat some boxed Mex.
The food, it was great
I cleaned off my plate.
Then played with my cat named Rex. - ldo |
My father
had taught me ’bout books
and about pictures hanging on hooks.
He taught me ’bout love,
and about the famed dove,
and even about sex, gadzooks. - ldo |
My father
had taught me ’bout whales,
and about the strong winds called gales.
And as we sat down
on the pillows of down,
He read me more stories and tall tales. - ldo |
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Re: Family
Regarding the word
"daughter" in the Bible…..
Genesis 19 in the King James, New King James, and Living Bible contains
the word "daughters". Those are the only ones I checked
(I have at least two more translations). That’s as far as I looked;
maybe your comment about the word (not being in there) spurred a lot
of folks to look; I hope so.
A footnote to 1 Cor. 7:36 for the word "virgin" in the New
King James Version is "virgin daughter". -
Skeeter
Re: Old Folks
By
your observed definition, I am "Old Folks". A bit bent over,
a little slow, very silver-headed, a few wrinkles. But I neither FEEL
old nor THINK old, so I do not define myself as "Old Folks".
The only time "Old" gets in the way is when I have been
overwhelmed by the urge to clean up a whole weedy garden bed in a
morning and find my arms and back did not appreciate the effort. My
head clears after my hair dresser chops off the over=grown mop of
frizz I grow. I noticed a few seasons ago that my hair grows at the
same rate as plants grow - slower in winter, faster when spring rains
show up, a little less during the dog days of summer. It’s still thick,
so when it gets so long it takes hours to dry, I get frustrated and
go get it cut. I did that yesterday. So today a well groomed, quicker
thinking me is ready to go out and assault a garden bed. However,
that quicker thinking brain has decided it’s time to forget about
expecting the garden to dry out so I can plant it. Upward and onward!
Meaning Grow Bags and Raised Beds will soon be covering the soggy,
depleted soil filled with nutritious new soil and growing carrots,
beans and lettuce! Ground cover and mulch will soon be coating the
floral beds after I grind down the dandelions and grasses that insist
they are as beautiful as anything I’ve chosen to view as lovely. At
the Hairdressers yesterday four of us got into a discussion about
the beauty of weeds. It turns out each of us has a favorite weed we
allow to grow until after it blooms. Well, noted I, all the stuff
they sell us as flowers today began somewhere as a pretty weed someone
cultivated into something we’d buy at a nursery. Herbs are the same.
Without those old grannies who gleaned the fields and meadows for
items that helped ease pain and suffering, or enhanced the flavor
of foods, we would not have racks of spices and pharmacies full of
competing brands today. Once upon a time, a Tulip was merely a sweet
onion! Note which came first here! The aging onion becomes a beauty
only when it matures. - Nancy L in Ohio
Re:
Black Box
Sure,
I’d heard of car recorders, and I wish I had one. Chances are, if
I get in an accident, I’ll be the driver less inclined to lie about
it. As always, where I see privacy being eroded, I think it should
affect everyone, not sparing the rich and powerful. A police state
is not so scary if everyone has the same power to make arrests. -
Bob of the North
Reader
Tip
If it has been
more than a few days since you last shaved, it will go a lot easier
if you cut the edge guard off a disposable razor. I use a small utility
knife, being careful not to touch the razor edge. I’ve been doing
this for years, and never got a cut. Just be extra careful not to
move the blade sideways, or it will be worse than usual. - Bob of
the North.
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