Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
THE ZOMBIE AND THE GNOME
Once upon a time long time ago there was a man who had the future ahead of him. In his heart, he wanted to do the right thing admist the noise of the crowd. When his ideas began to clash with those around him, he began to build a wall around himself to protect himself from the voices. Inside of his cell he began to rot anyway until he was no longer human. He was not phyiscally dead but his heart and soul died inside of that box.
The Gnome came along and found the box and knocked on the door. She could see the light on but nobody came to the door. She looked inside of the window and saw the man who was now a zombie. She began to walk away in fear, yet his face remained in her mind as she walked away. The next day while on her rounds, she came upon the same walled up box she saw yesterday. She saw the zombie walking toward it. She had a full view of his face and remembered that it was the man she saw many years ago. The zombie saw her and in fear quickly walked inside of the wall and slammed the door shut.
The Gnome went home and decided to write a note to the zombie. When she finally wrote the letter she considered the best, she put in a bottle. She looked at the bottle and wondered if this was the right thing to do, then she went to bed.
The next day on her way to town she threw the bottle over the wall.She didn't hear it fall...............
To be Continued....
ZM
The Gnome came along and found the box and knocked on the door. She could see the light on but nobody came to the door. She looked inside of the window and saw the man who was now a zombie. She began to walk away in fear, yet his face remained in her mind as she walked away. The next day while on her rounds, she came upon the same walled up box she saw yesterday. She saw the zombie walking toward it. She had a full view of his face and remembered that it was the man she saw many years ago. The zombie saw her and in fear quickly walked inside of the wall and slammed the door shut.
The Gnome went home and decided to write a note to the zombie. When she finally wrote the letter she considered the best, she put in a bottle. She looked at the bottle and wondered if this was the right thing to do, then she went to bed.
The next day on her way to town she threw the bottle over the wall.She didn't hear it fall...............
To be Continued....
ZM
Saturday, January 05, 2008
HOW TO SPIN
Bourgeois Politics
Here's how to put the spin on.
Judy Wallman, a professional genealogical researcher, discovered that
Hillary Clinton's great-great uncle, Remus Rodham, was hanged for
horse stealing and train robbery in Montana in 1889.
The only known photograph of Remus shows him standing on the gallows.
On the back of the picture is this inscription: "Remus Rodham; horse
thief, sent to Montana Territorial Prison 1885, escaped 1887, robbed
the Montana Flyer six times. Caught by Pinkerton detectives convicted
and hanged in 1889."
Judy emailed Hillary Clinton for comments. Hillary's staff of
professional image adjusters sent back the following biographical
sketch: "Remus Rodham was a famous cowboy in the Montana Territory .
His business empire grew to include acquisition of valuable
equestrian assets and intimate dealings with the Montana railroad.
Beginning in 1883, he devoted several years of his life to service at
a government facility, finally taking leave to resume his dealings
with the railroad. In 1887, he was a key player in a vital
investigation run by the renowned Pinkerton Detective Agency.
In 1889, Remus passed away during an important civic function held in
his honor when the platform upon which he was standing collapsed.*
And that is how it's done folks.
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