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This world doesn’t need light as much as warmness – a man doesn’t die from darkness but from coldness. “
~ Vedic wisdom
From Gypsy Spirit Wind
Blame!² (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I am not to blame.
I am not at fault,
merely unacceptable,
weighed and found wanting.
But above all I mustn’t fret,
be an adult about all this.
Simply not good enough.
Maybe too tall or short,
too fat or thin, perhaps
just the wrong colour skin.
But definitely wrong for you,
whatever I did or do…
Heart ripped to shreds?
Go take some happy meds!
And for no-fuck’s sake,
do be a man about it.
No, I shouldn’t worry.
Yes, of course you’re sorry.
And above all I mustn’t fret,
be an adult about feeling dead…
From
I fucking love science
From Support For The Elderly:
“Binti Jua is a western lowland gorilla female in the Brookfield Zoo, in Brookfield, Illinois. Binti is most well known for an incident which occurred on August 16, 1996, when she was eight years old.A three-year old boy climbed the wall around her zoo enclosure and fell 18 feet onto concrete below, rendering him unconscious with a broken hand and a vicious gash on the side of his face.
Binti walked to the boy’s side while helpless spectators screamed, certain the gorilla would harm the child. Another larger female gorilla approached, and Binti growled.Binti picked up the child, cradling him with her right arm as she did her own infant, gave him a few pats on the back, and carried him 18 meters (59 ft) to an access entrance, so that zoo personnel could retrieve him. Her 17-month-old baby, Koola, clutched her back throughout the incident.
It’s been debated amongst primatologists as to whether this behaviour was a result of training or behaviour. Binti was specially trained to care for her infant, and so it’s possible that this behaviour was simply an extension of that. Other experts cite her as an example of empathy in animals.
Similar situations have occurred before – male gorilla Jambo, of Jersey Zoo, protected and cared for a five year old child who fell into his enclosure.
More information on empathy in apes: http://bit.ly/10IBJwm
The boy spent four days in the hospital and recovered fully.”
I do! (y)
From Click “like” if you love your dog
From cheleshere on Experience Project:
Two beggars were sitting side by side on a street in Rome. One held a Cross in front of him; the other one was holding the Star of David. Many people passed by, looked at both beggars, but only put money into the hat of the beggar holding the Cross.
The Pope came by and stopped to watch the number of people giving money to the beggar who held the Cross, while none gave to the beggar holding the Star of David. The Pope approached the beggar with the Star of David and said, “My poor fellow, don’t you understand? This is a Catholic country; this city is the seat of Catholicism. People aren’t going to give you money if you sit here with a Star of David in front of you, especially when you’re sitting beside a beggar who is holding a Cross. In fact, they would probably give more money to him just to prove a point.”
The beggar with the Star of David listened to the Pope, smiled, and turning to the beggar with the Cross, said, “Moshe, look who’s trying to teach the Goldstein brothers about marketing!”
Snopake’s Star of David (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
From http://rense.com/general88/bull.htm
France & Denmark have banned it from the country… RED BULL – slow death … Do NOT drink this drink anymore! Pay attention…read everything… As a public health safety, please pass on this email to all the contacts in your address book especially those with teenage children. This drink is SOLD in all the supermarkets IN OUR country and our children ARE CONSUMING IT ON A TRIAL BASIS. IT can be FATAL. RED BULL was created to stimulate the brains in people who are subjected to great physical force and in stress coma and never to be consumed like an innocent drink or soda pop. RED BULL IS the energizer DRINK that is commercialized world-wide with its slogan: “It increases endurance, awakens the concentration capacity and the speed of reaction, offers more energy and improves the mood. All this can be found in a can of RED BULL, the power drink of the millennium.” RED BULL has managed to arrive in almost 100 countries worldwide. The RED BULL logo is targeted at young people and sportsmen, two attractive segments that have been captivated by the stimulus that the drink provides. It was created by Dietrich Mateschitz, an industrialist of Austrian origin who discovered the drink by chance. It happened during a business trip to Hong Kong , when he was working at a factory that manufactured toothbrushes. The liquid, based on a formula that contained caffeine and taurine, caused a rage in that country. Imagine the grand success of this drink in Europe where the product still did not exist, besides it was a superb opportunity to become an entrepreneur. BUT THE TRUTH ABOUT THIS DRINK IS ANOTHER THING FRANCE and DENMARK have just prohibited it as a cocktail of death, due to its vitamin components mixed with GLUCURONOLACTONE ‘ – a highly-dangerous chemical, which was developed by the United States Department of Defense during the sixties to stimulate the moral of the troops based in VIETNAM, which acted like a hallucinogenic drug that calmed the stress of the war. But their effects in the organism were so devastating, that it was discontinued, because of the high index of cases of migraines, cerebral tumors and diseases of the liver that was evident in the soldiers who consumed it. And in spite of it, in the can of RED BULL you can still find as one of its components: GLUCURONOLACTONE, categorized medically as a stimulant. But what it does not say on the can of RED BULL are the consequences of its consumption, and that has forced a series of WARNINGS… 1. It is dangerous to take it if you do not engage in physical exercise afterwards, since its energizing function accelerates the heart rate and can cause a sudden attack. 2. You run the risk of undergoing a cerebral hemorrhage, because RED BULL contains components that dilute the blood so that the heart utilizes less energy to pump the blood, and thus be able to deliver physical force with less effort being exerted. 3. It is prohibited to mix RED BULL with alcohol, because the mixture turns the drink into a ” Deadly Bomb ” that attacks the liver directly, causing the affected area never to regenerate anymore. 4. One of the main components of RED BULL is the B12 vitamin, used in medicine to recover patients who are in a coma ; from here the hypertension and the state of excitement which is experienced after taking it, as if you were in a drunken state. 5. The regular consumption of RED BULL triggers off symptoms in the form of a series of irreversible nervous and neuronal diseases. CONCLUSION: It is a drink that should be prohibited in the entire world as when it is mixed with alcohol it creates a TIME BOMB for the human body, mainly between innocent adolescents and adults with little experience. Forward this mail to Everyone and Let them know about this..
Helmi@Coolfishermann
Awww, cute.
From Yaira Lepate
You tell ‘em!
From Global Healing Exchange
The poor sod was never heard of again.
From FB Troublemakers
English: Modern bronze statue of Julius Caesar, Rimini, Italy. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
When one looks at the world from an upside-down, inside-out perspective, things which you and everybody else have always taken for granted, suddenly stop making sense. Think about the following: survival of the strongest, is this really true? Actually yes, but who is the strongest? Remember that history has always been recorded by the victors!
But let us ask ourselves one question: if you look at the lives of people over a long period of time and under extremely difficult circumstances, which is the harder thing to do A) to suffer and endure B) to kill, maim and exploit your brothers and sisters of humanity? Does not force of arms denote an inability to endure? Is this not the easy way out? Those Lords and Ladies, who say that they have built, have not, but have destroyed and taken the lives of countless others. The real builders are the little people, who have fed them and theirs over the centuries. Food for thought?
Let us take some other examples. Who was the stronger: Jesus Christ or emperor Julius Caesar? The Buddha or the founder of the Ming dynasty? What ultimately survives: aggression and oppression or love and kindness?
Been there, experienced it!
From Exposing this sorry world to my own brand of twisted humor.
All is well.
From Wild Woman Sisterhood
From Avaaz.org
From http://www.avaaz.org/en/crushed_to_make_our_clothes_loc/?fp - Sign the petition!
524,431 have signed. Let’s get to 1,000,000
Posted: 3 May 2013
We’ve all seen the horrific images of hundreds of innocent women burned or crushed to death in factories while making our clothes. In the next few days we can get companies to stop it happening again.Big fashion brands source from hundreds of factories in Bangladesh.Two brands, including Calvin Klein, have signed a very strong building and fire safety pact. Others, led by Wal-Mart, have been trying to wriggle out of signing by creating a weak alternative that was pure PR. But the latest disaster has triggered crisis meetings andmassive pressure to sign the strong version that can save lives.
Negotiations end in days. H&M and GAP are most likely to flip first to support a strong agreement, and the best way to press them is to go after their CEOs. If one million of us appeal directly to them in a petition, Facebook pages, tweets, and ads, their friends and families will all hear about it. They’ll know that their own and their companies’ reputations are on the line. People are being forced to make *our* clothing in outrageously dangerous buildings – sign on to make them safe, and share this page widely.
The IQs of a large enough population are calculated so that they conform S.E. Embretson & S.P.Reise: Item response theory for psychologists, 2000. #v=onepage&q&f=false to a normal distribution. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
From FB~ Troublemakers
These individual quotes were reportedly taken from actual employee performance evaluations in a large US Corporation.
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(1) “Since my last report, this employee has reached rock bottom…..and has started to dig.”
(2) “His men would follow him anywhere…but only out of morbid curiosity.”
(3) “I would not allow this employee to breed.”
(4) “This employee is really not so much of a ‘has-been’, but more of a definite ‘won’t be’.”
(5) “Works well when under constant supervision and cornered like a rat in a trap.”
(6) “When she opens her mouth, it seems that it is only to change feet.”
(7) “He would be out of his depth in a parking lot puddle.”
(8) “This young lady has delusions of adequacy.”
(9) “He sets low personal standards and then consistently fails to achieve them.”
(10) “This employee is depriving a village somewhere of an idiot.”
(11) “This employee should go far…and the sooner he starts, the better.”
(12) “Got a full 6-pack, but lacks the plastic thing to hold it all together.”
(13) “A gross ignoramus – 144 times worse than an ordinary ignoramus.”
(14) “He certainly takes a long time to make his pointless.”
(15) “He doesn’t have ulcers, but he’s a carrier.”
(16) “I would like to go hunting with him sometime.”
(17) “He’s been working with glue too much.”
(18) “He would argue with a signpost.”
(19) “He has a knack for making strangers immediately.”
(20) “He brings a lot of joy whenever he leaves the room.”
(21) “When his IQ reaches 50, he should sell.”
(22) “If you see two people talking and one looks bored…he’s the other one.”
(23) “A photographic memory but with the lens cover glued on.”
(24) “A prime candidate for natural deselection.”
(25) “Donated his brain to science before he was done using it.”
(26) “Gates are down, the lights are flashing, but the train isn’t coming.”
(27) “Has two brains: one is lost and the other is out looking for it.”
(28) “If he were any more stupid, he’d have to be watered twice a week.”
(29) “If you give him a penny for his thoughts, you’d get change.”
(30) “If you stand close enough to him, you can hear the oceans.”
(31) “It’s hard to believe that he beat 1,000,000 other sperm to the egg.”
(32) “One neuron short of a synapse.”
(33) “Some drink from the fountain of knowledge; he only gargled.”
(34) “Takes him 2 hours to watch 60 minutes.”
(35) “The wheel is turning, but the hamster is dead.”
Harmony…
From Gypsy Spirit Wind
Just be yourselves.
From Gypsy Spirit Wind
It really works!
From ZottenDotCom
by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
ASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,- You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)
- I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
- All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
- You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,
- I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours only nor left my body mine only,
- You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
- I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone,
- I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
- I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
- Note from Ralphie: I have felt like this a million times.
From the mouths of babes…
From Wild Woman Sisterhood
English: This pic is date 1933 of my dad mom and dad from the old county(not Ralphie’s!) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
My wanderlust is acting up again,
but alas I shall have to stay,
for my folks are set to go away.
Go away for good to somewhere better.
My gypsy soul is getting restless,
but my duty keeps me here.
Filial love is not mere words.
Mom and Dad, you need not fear!
My heart belongs in foreign soil.
This dreary country drags me down,
but stay I shall until the curtain call,
for blood is always thicker than water.
My Gran can!
From Maja Salkanovic
Bee macro (Photo credit: @Doug88888)
From http://www.theflamingvegan.com/view-post/Victory-For-Bees:
If you’re an organic gardener, then you know pesticides are a bad thing. They are not only harmful to humans, but all living creatures and our ecosystems as well.
Good news, at least for Europeans. The majority of EU countries have recently supported the European Commission’s proposal to temporarily ban the use of three pesticides harmful to bees. Bayer and Syngenta are two of the companies that produce these pesticides used to coat the seeds, add to the soil, or sprayed on plants.
One of the pesticides, neonicotiniod is based on nicotine. It’s coated on the seeds and infused through the plants as they grow (much like nicotine infiltrates a smoker’s lungs). It’s very effective against harmful insects, but what are the effects on humans?
According to a CBS news report, in the last eight years the bee population has been in a steady decline due to these pesticides. They become disorientated and can’t find their way back to their hives, therefore, dying in the fields. Bees are a farmer’s best pollinating friend. Without bees, the agriculture industry estimates 1/3 of the food we eat would disappear.
The EPA is looking into this, but as all things relating to the U.S. federal government, it should be about five years before they make any decisions about the future of pesticide usage nationwide.
Related articles
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- A Win For Europe’s Bees? (huffingtonpost.com)
- Not-so-sweet death: Critics call on Canada to ban pesticide linked to dwindling bee populations (ctvnews.ca)
- Bees in decline: How long will pesticide companies deny science? (greenpeaceblogs.org)
- EU Bans Bee Killing Pesticide (forum.prisonplanet.com)
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- VIDEO: EU may ban pesticides in bee scare (bbc.co.uk)
Sadly lacking everywhere.
From FB~ Troublemakers
Paper Heroes Location 2 (Photo credit: roadkillbuddha)
Just when you thought you’d already seen the summum of sarcasm, you had to stumble onto this bit of crap, didn’t you! You poor misguided sceptical sod, you thought you’d read or heard the lot, well… didn’t you? Forget about it! Let me put you out of your delusional misery. Or not. Actually, I think you should move your petty attention span somewhere else, because this will not be pretty! I’m warning you. Piss off, right now.(notice the absence of an exclamation mark behind this succinct piece of advice). Are you still here? Do you insist on being mortified? Alright then,here we bloody well go. –> here or here.
I, Ralphie A Burcke, do by this piece of paper(transcribing now) declare that I was walking down a certain derelict avenue, when I happened to stumble onto (the now late) gentleman, whose name shall be left out of this epistle for judicial purposes, who had in his possession a loaf of bread. Being hungry, I said that I would like some, thank him very much, but the arsehole disagreed. (Again, notice the absence of an exclamation mark(I’m trying to restrain myself)). When I inquired why he would not part with at least part of this loaf of bread, he told me, and was rather adamant about it, that he had a piece of paper which proved, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this loaf was his. He proceeded to show me the receipt of a supermarket, which one shall remain a mystery to you. I asked, rather sensibly I thought, whether the tree had objected, to which he tuttutted me and asked in an exasperated tone if I knew of any trees that spoke English. Nope!However, yours truly was not born yesterday, nor the day before. Actually quite a large number of yesterdays ago and I happened to have on me a small notebook and a pen. With thwarting this dastardly loafhugger’s plans aforethought, I wrote on a piece of paper:” Half of this loaf of bread ->(thataone) is indisputably , unequivocably and irrevocably the source of sustenance of Ralphie A Burcke, period.”(notice the period!) And I signed it, just for good measure. This stumped him!(notice exclamation mark)
Next this unbeliever took out his gun and declared his intention of terminating my loaf-less existence, but the cretin had neglected to take into account the presence of mind of the son of Misses Burcke! I asked if I could see a piece of paper, which stated indubitably that said gun was in actuality his. He turned red and admitted that he had acquired it from some shady fellow. To cut a long story short, I confiscated the gun and shot the bastard with it, Not because I am, paper-wise, in the habit of shooting people with their own(sic) guns, but because the idiot was starting to annoy me (and I was slightly pekish). Anyways, I ended up with a loaf of bread and a gun. I did write a little note, in my little notebook, in which I gave the tosser permission to pass on to whichever dimension would welcome his sorry arse. I pinned the note to his forehead. Are you dimwits with me so far? If you really insist on being tormented some more, so be it.
I was shuffling and munching along, when I met my second victim. Strange how these soon-to-be daisy-pusher-uppers seem to cross my path. It must be karma, theirs or mine. A mentally deficient gentleman invited me into his home. I use the personal pronoun ‘his’ loosely here, very loosely indeed, I’m sure you understand! When I asked what on earth made him think that this particular abode was his, he showed me a piece of paper and true enough, it stated that it was his, which I let pass for that instant, because pieces of paper and myself are no strangers, remember? I decided to hear what the fool had to say for himself. He confided in me that his ancestors had come with a piece of paper, which stated that this continent of America was in actuality theirs. When the natives objected, they shot the lot, minus a couple whom they corralled in a penitentiary. I asked, why on earth did these fools not recognise the validity of your piece of paper? He told me they were utterly stupid and had the ludicrous notion that the earth should be shared by all living things. Well… good riddance to this lot!
The television was on at that time and some black dude came on, saying that he had loads and loads of pieces of paper, which stated that he was the boss and that everybody should do as he said. Nuff said(paper included). Whereupon the guy who had invited me in told me that the one on TV’s grandpappie used to be his. I asked how that worked. He called me an idiot and said that he had heaps of paper to prove it. I stood corrected and looked appropriately abashed. Somehow the black lads had convinced themselves that they were not his but themselves. And all this without a piece of paper, the unmitigating nerve of these people! They had a war but this guys forebears lost, because the other came up with an even BIGGER piece of paper. Fucking fornication, sodomy and gomorrizing all put together. What is this world coming to?
As he was starting to bore me, I proceeded to write a note stating that the house I was in was mine, but this moron objected aswell and took out his gun, for which he did have a piece of paper. There is however more than one way to skin a cat! I asked If I could see the receipt for the bullets and he could not find it. More the fool he, I shot him. When the Missus came home and I shouted:”Honey, I’m home!” she was a mite surprised and so were the kids, but when I showed them the piece of paper all became abundantly clear. I did not really want nor need a family though, what with my new-found wealth. I divorced the lot of them and exchanged everything for a yacht. It was there that I met Mister Milt Bromley or some such name, who claimed to have oodles of pieces of paper with the face of some dead guy on them, green ones. I was not impressed. If he had had a piece of paper with the face of my dear departed Gran or somebody else who was near to my heart, I would have admired him immensely and possibly even have handed over the yacht for it, but for a to me unknown dead geezer!!?? Was he joking?
He did give a warning which I took to heart, namely that with my new yacht, people might become jealous and try to take it away from me with lots of guns. Something had to be done and quickly. I had a mega-brilliant idea! Does not the Peoples’ Republic of China have billions of people with lots and lots of guns? For sure they do! I wrote on a piece of paper that from then on the PRC was MINE, with a Ni hao and a Shishi thrown in for good measure. I asked Mister Misty Romley to witness it and now I am not only the uncle but the undisputed leader of that immense country. Ni hao, you may call me Emperor Ralphie! Shishi and get on with protecting my arse.(and my yacht!) Be warned, all and sundry, if you want to mess with me, I’ll set my yellow fellows on you! They can’t really object, now can they, for do they speak English? Even if they do, bugger them. Do as your leader tells you or else(remember Mao?)
I’d always wanted to score a home run and I decided to go for the whole shebang. First I dug a small hole in the ground with my spoon, for I did not have a little shovel. After that I wrote a little note, saying to old Gaia that although she’d had a good run of it, I would from that moment take charge of the whole planet and everything on it. She protested with some earthquakes, volcanic eruptions and some tsunamis, but I was not impressed, for I had buried the not inside her and even she had to acquiesce to my authority. I am now Leader of the World and all shall bow to me, by the power vested in me by that piece of paper. All hail Ralphie! Anyone who disagrees, remember my yellow fellows!!! It’s ALL mine…
Beautiful to watch!
Think about it.
From Feelings Are Made Of Glass
Look at the picture of this accident scene/
From Spiritueel
Quarterback Shaun Carney rushing Français : Le Quarterback Shaun Carney sprinte en portant la balle. Italiano: il quarterback Shaun Carney scatta portando la palla. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
A guy took his blonde girlfriend to her first football game. They had great seats right behind their team’s bench.
After the game, he asked her how she liked it.
“Oh, I really liked it,” she replied, “especially the tight pants and all the big muscles, but I just couldn’t understand why they were killing each other over 25 cents.”
Dumbfounded, her boyfriend asked, “What do you mean?”
“Well, they flipped a coin, one team got it and then for the rest of the game, all they kept screaming was ‘Get the quarterback! Get the quarterback!’ I’m like…Helloooooo? It’s only 25 cents!”
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From Rayven Parker:
What you feel coming to you has no words, no shape or form. It’s the freedom of your own soul that you don’t know how to integrate yet as it is new to you. Don’t worry about your ego self. See the helpless child behind it that is trying to handle a situation that is beyond its ability. Do a meditation in which you embrace this child and let it know that it is loved but no longer has to do the job as the real power is home now. Then either integrate it in your heart or give it to the angels, >>>
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