facebook app data
facebook security is very important.
what you do on facebook may determine:
all of your pertinent information on facebook being sold to marketers.
doing silly things on facebook may cause you to receive:
facebook ads about something you just searched about
google ads about something you just searched about
browser pop-ups about "one weird trick to...(do something)"
emails about "great savings"... forever
text messages about upcoming "special deals" at... 2am
telephone solicitors wanting you to buy something... at 3am
advertisements at your house via mail at your house
door hangers on your doorknob at your house
one of the most overlooked is third party apps browse your stuff.
click the wheel - account settings - apps
you may be SURPRISED what you see.
these people have AUTHORITY to bother you.
and you gave it to them.
i love you people... fix yo stuff!
what you do on facebook may determine:
all of your pertinent information on facebook being sold to marketers.
doing silly things on facebook may cause you to receive:
facebook ads about something you just searched about
google ads about something you just searched about
browser pop-ups about "one weird trick to...(do something)"
emails about "great savings"... forever
text messages about upcoming "special deals" at... 2am
telephone solicitors wanting you to buy something... at 3am
advertisements at your house via mail at your house
door hangers on your doorknob at your house
one of the most overlooked is third party apps browse your stuff.
click the wheel - account settings - apps
you may be SURPRISED what you see.
these people have AUTHORITY to bother you.
and you gave it to them.
i love you people... fix yo stuff!
Michigan: No one lives in the city anymore
I saw a man post on a friends facebook page that everyone
in the city of all of Michigan had moved outside of the city.
I found this website to make this hilarious gag.
He was very exacerbative about it, as are most sad poor people
who firmly believe something about their own people group
that usually turns out to be unfounded.
Food stamp cards: "NO LIMIT" glitch causes stampede
Wal-Mart stores in Springhill and Mansfield, La., saw a stampede and a shelf-clearing rush Saturday after a computer glitch for food stamp recipients led to benefit cards allowing unlimited purchases.
Police were called as entire shelves were being cleared out, until the glitch was fixed and low-income residents using the cards were no longer allowed to make purchases.
"Springhill Police Chief Will Lynd confirms they were called in to help the employees at Wal-Mart because there were so many people clearing off the shelves. He says Wal-Mart was so packed, 'it was worse than any black Friday' that he's ever seen.
Lynd explained the cards weren't showing limits and they called corporate Wal-Mart, whose spokesman said to let the people use the cards anyway. From 7 to 9 p.m., people were loading up their carts, but when the cards began showing limits again around 9, one woman was detained because she rang up a bill of $700 and only had .49 on her card. She was held by police until corporate Wal-Mart said they wouldn't press charges if she left the food.
Lynd says at 9 p.m., when the cards came back online and it was announced over the loud speaker, people just left their carts full of food in the aisles and left."
No arrests were made.
"Just about everything is gone. I've never seen it in that condition," Mansfield Wal-Mart customer Anthony Fuller told KSLA.
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From KSLA
MANSFIELD, LA (KSLA) -
Shelves in Walmart stores in Springhill and Mansfield, LA were reportedly cleared Saturday night, when the stores allowed purchases on EBT cards even though they were not showing limits.
The chaos that followed ultimately required intervention from local police, and left behind numerous carts filled to overflowing, apparently abandoned when the glitch-spurred shopping frenzy ended.
Springhill Police Chief Will Lynd confirms they were called in to help the employees at Walmart because there were so many people clearing off the shelves. He says Walmart was so packed, "It was worse than any black Friday" that he's ever seen.
Lynd explained the cards weren't showing limits and they called corporate Walmart, whose spokesman said to let the people use the cards anyway. From 7 to 9 p.m., people were loading up their carts, but when the cards began showing limits again around 9, one woman was detained because she rang up a bill of $700.00 and only had .49 on her card. She was held by police until corporate Walmart said they wouldn't press charges if she left the food.
Lynd says at 9 p.m., when the cards came back online and it was announced over the loud speaker, people just left their carts full of food in the aisles and left.
"Just about everything is gone, I've never seen it in that condition," said Mansfield Walmart customer Anthony Fuller.
Walmart employees could still be seen putting food from the carts away as late as Sunday afternoon. "I was just thinking, I'm so glad my mom doesn't work here [Walmart] anymore, that's the only thing I could think about, those employees working, that would have to restock all that stuff," said O.J Evans who took cell phone video of the overflowing shopping carts at the Mansfield Walmart.
Evans believes it was natural human reaction that led people to fill up their carts during the glitch, but Walmart shoppers Stan and Judy Garcia feel very differently. "That's plain theft, that's stealing that's all I got to say about it," said Garcia.
Lynd says contrary to rumors, nobody was unruly or arrested and they were mainly there to help prevent shoplifting and theft.
A dispatcher for Mansfield police also confirms officers were called in for crowd control at the Mansfield Walmart. She said the shelves were cleared out, forcing Walmart to stop selling food at 9 p.m. There were no arrests.
There was, however, a huge mess left behind. Pictures and videos obtained by KSLA News 12 show aisles packed with shoppers emptying the shelves in Springhill. Another video shows what appear to be at least dozens of overflowing carts left abandoned in the aisles at the Mansfield store, against the backdrop of emptied shelves in the meat department.
It all happened at the end of a day in which the EBT system went down in several states, including Louisiana. Xerox, a vendor for the EBT system, experienced a power outage while conducting a routine backup test in one of the company's locations. While the system was back up Saturday night, it appears that it was not functioning entirely properly in some areas.
Kayla Whaling, a spokesperson for Walmart, tells KSLA News 12 that the company was "fully engaged and monitoring the situation and transactions during the outage."
"We did make the decision to continue to accept EBT cards (and purchases on WIC and SNAP) during the outage so that they could get food for their families."
Asked whether Walmart would be taking the loss on any food purchased on the cards that did not show limits, or on the perishable food left behind in carts, Whaling would only say that "we monitored transactions during the outage."
A spokesperson for the Louisiana Department of Children and Family Services says they take all allegations of potential fraud seriously, they are aware of the reports and they will be investigating.
Escape From Tomorrow (2013) Movie Review Spoiler. Part One of Three.
escape from tomorrow.
a movie.
a review spoiler.
this is part one of three.
the scene opens with the disclaimer:
we did not rape cinerella in this film...
and then rollerskates, sparklers and a bit of rollercoaster fun...
the film is escape from tomorrow.
and it is going to be awesome.
or so we hope.
hope.
a happy time.
disney.
a beautiful life secretly filmed.
scene 1 - a man on a balcony getting fired
i think he might jump.
his boy eliot locks him out there as a joke.
ha ha.
cute music playing.
it is morning.
he is leaving with the family.
they are headed to the elevator.
the wife is suspicious of his phone call.
it is their last day.
the boy eliot is evil and will not appolgize.
an old man is coughing.
they board the monorail.
two giddy girls board the rail.
the man smiles at their hips.
eliot, age six, gains his first real erection.
they exit the rail, complaining the humidity.
the girls are also in line, they chant brazillian songs.
they approach the beast that is disneyworld.
they have their picture in front of the castle.
things are odd.
this film is in black and white.
the family of four discusses eliots little girls hatred of the witch
the snow white ride.
the dwarves.
the vultures.
the witch in front of the mirror.
"witches aren't real." the girl rationalizes.
another scary ride in pooh-ville
animatronics.
the man comes on to his wife.
she refuses a kiss.
no, jim, not in front of the kids.
he too, is horny.
dang french.
oh.
another ride.
it is toyville.
la la la la la.
awekward.
the man is weirded out.
demons are appearing thru the toys.
the music shifts and the faces morph.
demon faces.
laaaaa laaaaa laaaa
as the music slows.
his wife tells him that she hates him.
his little girl now has black hair...
his wife tells him that eliot is not his father.
eliot has black eyes.
this movie is making me vomit blood.
the group separates.
the boys are going to buzz lightyear.
the lines are long.
the girls are on the teacups.
so are the french.
my gosh the teacups are pretty boring.
the girls are on dumbo.
they are having some fun.
the boys are still in line.
"it's gonna take forever." the boy declares.
the girls now, on the carosel...
with the french.
the girls are going to go eat.
the boys are now at the ride.
just as they get to the front of the line...
it is declared to be out of service.
they leave, the boy dejected.
the boy is not hungry and does not want to go on the pirates.
the boys see the brazillian girls and follow them.
the girls eat bananas and the boys watch.
they are almost drooling.
now they are riding cars on a track...
now the dad is fanasizing about riding in the car with the girls.
and they slam into them with their race car.
ah scene cut to the girls.
slowly eating ice cream.
a lot of phalic symbols in a new scene
the boy and the dad and the french
the girls now notice they are following them.
the train next to space mountain.
the boy asks his dad why they are following them.
he says "oh well you know, they just like the same rides we do."
and the son says that they are pretty.
and the son says that his mom is pretty.
and the dad declares that, yes, she is...
in an emily dickenson bookish kinda way.
the girls are at the castle.
the boys are in another universe.
and now they are led to space mountain.
the boy rides.
the boy vomits.
the girls dance.
and the mom and the daughter finally see them.
they meet up.
the children exchange grown-ups.
mom is pissed about space mountain.
the girl is also not feeling well.
the mom is taking eliot, the demon child, back to the hotel.
dad and daughter are at the shooting gallery.
dad and daughter are climbing stairs.
dad and daughter are voyeruring on the frenchies.
dad and daughter are in hot pursuit.
dad and daughter are boarding the ferry.
docking at the island of tom and huck.
dad, horny, on the lookout.
daughter, adventuresome, looking for cave exploration.
the cameraman does his best to keep up.
great. dad has lost his daughter.
the daughter is knocked down and skins her knee outside.
dad is still in the caves.
creepiness ensues.
and the girl cries.
yay. dad finds her.
a creepy-ass-wheelchair man in a neck brace licks a popsicle.
and a nurse treats sarahs boo-boo at the nurses station-
while dad checks out her rack.
the nurse asks about flu like syptoms.
asking about hap flu? hat flu? bat glue?
the nurse is a harbinger of doom.
giving the dad a lolipop after asking about infectious diseases.
(see how that works out do you)
"be careful out there" she decrees and bursts into tears as they leave.
dad and daughter are looking at collectibles.
dad and daughter are eating a turkey leg.
ok.
now a creepy seductress with an obvious wig is seated next to him.
telling him that his turkey leg is not turkey at all but emu.
emu? "e-m-u... it's a bird."
would anyone really buy it if it was called that?
aww she's coming on to him.
he notices it of course.
he notices her heaving bosooms as she declares it too humid.
and he just... what... keeps staring at them...
oh. it's because of her obvious pendant around her necklace
being embraced by her boosoms.
is he blacking out?
yes... he is blacking out.
"it's an heirloom. from another time." she says.
and then fade...
tune in next time for part two.
a movie.
a review spoiler.
this is part one of three.
the scene opens with the disclaimer:
we did not rape cinerella in this film...
and then rollerskates, sparklers and a bit of rollercoaster fun...
the film is escape from tomorrow.
and it is going to be awesome.
or so we hope.
hope.
a happy time.
disney.
a beautiful life secretly filmed.
scene 1 - a man on a balcony getting fired
i think he might jump.
his boy eliot locks him out there as a joke.
ha ha.
cute music playing.
it is morning.
he is leaving with the family.
they are headed to the elevator.
the wife is suspicious of his phone call.
it is their last day.
the boy eliot is evil and will not appolgize.
an old man is coughing.
they board the monorail.
two giddy girls board the rail.
the man smiles at their hips.
eliot, age six, gains his first real erection.
they exit the rail, complaining the humidity.
the girls are also in line, they chant brazillian songs.
they approach the beast that is disneyworld.
they have their picture in front of the castle.
things are odd.
this film is in black and white.
the family of four discusses eliots little girls hatred of the witch
the snow white ride.
the dwarves.
the vultures.
the witch in front of the mirror.
"witches aren't real." the girl rationalizes.
another scary ride in pooh-ville
animatronics.
the man comes on to his wife.
she refuses a kiss.
no, jim, not in front of the kids.
he too, is horny.
dang french.
oh.
another ride.
it is toyville.
la la la la la.
awekward.
the man is weirded out.
demons are appearing thru the toys.
the music shifts and the faces morph.
demon faces.
laaaaa laaaaa laaaa
as the music slows.
his wife tells him that she hates him.
his little girl now has black hair...
his wife tells him that eliot is not his father.
eliot has black eyes.
this movie is making me vomit blood.
the group separates.
the boys are going to buzz lightyear.
the lines are long.
the girls are on the teacups.
so are the french.
my gosh the teacups are pretty boring.
the girls are on dumbo.
they are having some fun.
the boys are still in line.
"it's gonna take forever." the boy declares.
the girls now, on the carosel...
with the french.
the girls are going to go eat.
the boys are now at the ride.
just as they get to the front of the line...
it is declared to be out of service.
they leave, the boy dejected.
the boy is not hungry and does not want to go on the pirates.
the boys see the brazillian girls and follow them.
the girls eat bananas and the boys watch.
they are almost drooling.
now they are riding cars on a track...
now the dad is fanasizing about riding in the car with the girls.
and they slam into them with their race car.
ah scene cut to the girls.
slowly eating ice cream.
a lot of phalic symbols in a new scene
the boy and the dad and the french
the girls now notice they are following them.
the train next to space mountain.
the boy asks his dad why they are following them.
he says "oh well you know, they just like the same rides we do."
and the son says that they are pretty.
and the son says that his mom is pretty.
and the dad declares that, yes, she is...
in an emily dickenson bookish kinda way.
the girls are at the castle.
the boys are in another universe.
and now they are led to space mountain.
the boy rides.
the boy vomits.
the girls dance.
and the mom and the daughter finally see them.
they meet up.
the children exchange grown-ups.
mom is pissed about space mountain.
the girl is also not feeling well.
the mom is taking eliot, the demon child, back to the hotel.
dad and daughter are at the shooting gallery.
dad and daughter are climbing stairs.
dad and daughter are voyeruring on the frenchies.
dad and daughter are in hot pursuit.
dad and daughter are boarding the ferry.
docking at the island of tom and huck.
dad, horny, on the lookout.
daughter, adventuresome, looking for cave exploration.
the cameraman does his best to keep up.
great. dad has lost his daughter.
the daughter is knocked down and skins her knee outside.
dad is still in the caves.
creepiness ensues.
and the girl cries.
yay. dad finds her.
a creepy-ass-wheelchair man in a neck brace licks a popsicle.
and a nurse treats sarahs boo-boo at the nurses station-
while dad checks out her rack.
the nurse asks about flu like syptoms.
asking about hap flu? hat flu? bat glue?
the nurse is a harbinger of doom.
giving the dad a lolipop after asking about infectious diseases.
(see how that works out do you)
"be careful out there" she decrees and bursts into tears as they leave.
dad and daughter are looking at collectibles.
dad and daughter are eating a turkey leg.
ok.
now a creepy seductress with an obvious wig is seated next to him.
telling him that his turkey leg is not turkey at all but emu.
emu? "e-m-u... it's a bird."
would anyone really buy it if it was called that?
aww she's coming on to him.
he notices it of course.
he notices her heaving bosooms as she declares it too humid.
and he just... what... keeps staring at them...
oh. it's because of her obvious pendant around her necklace
being embraced by her boosoms.
is he blacking out?
yes... he is blacking out.
"it's an heirloom. from another time." she says.
and then fade...
tune in next time for part two.
Hero of Staten Island saves motorists from Terrorists
Hero of Staten Island saves motorists from Terrorists
By Pauly Hart
10-13
A quick thinking Staten Island man was terrorized the other day by a gang of teenagers throwing what "may have been grenades" at cars.
The large gang known as "The Hinkley Crew" did not actually have grenades, but were practicing with eggs.
They hit our heroes car and he came screeching to a halt, jumped out and accosted the juvenille Nick Hinkley.
"I could be the cops for all you know" informed the stranger.
He told him of the dangers of a life of being a hoodlum, jumped into his car and sped away.
Another Hero, doing the job of lazy parents.
Here is another version of the story:
STATEN ISLAND, N.Y. -- Okay, so he and a group of his friends may have been throwing eggs at passing cars Sunday night in Midland Beach.
But 12-year-old Nicholas Hinkley said he will have nightmares for a long time about what happened next: A man jumped out of his car, grabbed him and pointed a gun at his head, saying it was all to "teach him a lesson," the teen said.
The man — with a full beard and mustache, wearing a black baseball hat and jacket — circled his silver Lincoln around the block after an egg had whizzed past his window at about 8:30 p.m. near the corner of Mason and Bedford avenues, said Nicholas.
After yelling to a woman in the car something about "having some fun with the kids," he ran toward them, and they scattered. Still, the nearly 6-foot-tall pursuer got a hold of Nicholas’s arm, and held it so tightly he couldn’t escape. He walked with him for a while, growling threateningly into his ear, the teen recounted.
"He said, ‘I could just punch you and leave you right here and let you stay here bleeding on the floor.’ He told me, ‘I can shoot you. You don’t know who I am, I could be the cops for all you know,’" the sixth-grader said, describing how he was looking around the quiet residential block, hoping someone would see and come to his aid.
"He threw me on the floor. He was just standing there. I told him sorry and I wasn’t the one that threw the egg," said Nicholas, his voice sounding tight and stressed as he recounted the incident on the phone from his New Dorp home today. "I was really scared."
The man asked where he went to school. When Nicholas confessed Egbert Intermediate, he asked if he knew his own daughter, who also happened to be a student there. He did not recognize the name.
"Then he rolled up his jacket. He took the gun out of the holster and pointed it toward my face," said Nicholas. "I told him, I could have my parents come and tell him I didn’t throw the egg. I was thinking he was really going to shoot me."
It seemed like forever, he lay on his back on the ground — the man towering above him, with a gun in his hand, Nicholas said. Then he simply pulled his jacket closed and turned back toward the car.
"He said, 'you’re a lucky man' because he’s in a good mood and I had entered the gates of hell," said Nicholas, who even after the car sped off, feared his tormenter would come back.
When a woman came outside to smoke a few doors away, he asked her to take him inside away from the street. He called his parents to come get him.
"Was he wrong to be throwing eggs, yes. He’s never going out with that group or to that neighborhood again," said his father, Joe. "But an adult doesn’t do something like that. That’s ludicrous. That’s insane. You don’t do that to a child."
He said he filed a police report immediately, and drove back through the neighborhood to see if any nearby homes had video surveillance cameras. He said he hoped getting the news out about the man and his description might help police track the "lunatic" down.
A police spokesman confirmed there is an open investigation into a possible case of menacing, in connection with the incident. Police today visited the scene where it was said to have taken place to interview neighbors and look for video footage.
"When I picked him up he was crying," recalled Nicholas’s mother, Estrellita.
She kept her son home from school today, because he was worried that man could be there and spot him, if his daughter really is a student there as he said. She said she is even thinking of trying to get him a transfer out of the school.
"I am furious. That’s not the way that you tell somebody you hit my car with an egg. You use a weapon?"
But 12-year-old Nicholas Hinkley said he will have nightmares for a long time about what happened next: A man jumped out of his car, grabbed him and pointed a gun at his head, saying it was all to "teach him a lesson," the teen said.
The man — with a full beard and mustache, wearing a black baseball hat and jacket — circled his silver Lincoln around the block after an egg had whizzed past his window at about 8:30 p.m. near the corner of Mason and Bedford avenues, said Nicholas.
After yelling to a woman in the car something about "having some fun with the kids," he ran toward them, and they scattered. Still, the nearly 6-foot-tall pursuer got a hold of Nicholas’s arm, and held it so tightly he couldn’t escape. He walked with him for a while, growling threateningly into his ear, the teen recounted.
"He said, ‘I could just punch you and leave you right here and let you stay here bleeding on the floor.’ He told me, ‘I can shoot you. You don’t know who I am, I could be the cops for all you know,’" the sixth-grader said, describing how he was looking around the quiet residential block, hoping someone would see and come to his aid.
"He threw me on the floor. He was just standing there. I told him sorry and I wasn’t the one that threw the egg," said Nicholas, his voice sounding tight and stressed as he recounted the incident on the phone from his New Dorp home today. "I was really scared."
The man asked where he went to school. When Nicholas confessed Egbert Intermediate, he asked if he knew his own daughter, who also happened to be a student there. He did not recognize the name.
"Then he rolled up his jacket. He took the gun out of the holster and pointed it toward my face," said Nicholas. "I told him, I could have my parents come and tell him I didn’t throw the egg. I was thinking he was really going to shoot me."
It seemed like forever, he lay on his back on the ground — the man towering above him, with a gun in his hand, Nicholas said. Then he simply pulled his jacket closed and turned back toward the car.
"He said, 'you’re a lucky man' because he’s in a good mood and I had entered the gates of hell," said Nicholas, who even after the car sped off, feared his tormenter would come back.
When a woman came outside to smoke a few doors away, he asked her to take him inside away from the street. He called his parents to come get him.
"Was he wrong to be throwing eggs, yes. He’s never going out with that group or to that neighborhood again," said his father, Joe. "But an adult doesn’t do something like that. That’s ludicrous. That’s insane. You don’t do that to a child."
He said he filed a police report immediately, and drove back through the neighborhood to see if any nearby homes had video surveillance cameras. He said he hoped getting the news out about the man and his description might help police track the "lunatic" down.
A police spokesman confirmed there is an open investigation into a possible case of menacing, in connection with the incident. Police today visited the scene where it was said to have taken place to interview neighbors and look for video footage.
"When I picked him up he was crying," recalled Nicholas’s mother, Estrellita.
She kept her son home from school today, because he was worried that man could be there and spot him, if his daughter really is a student there as he said. She said she is even thinking of trying to get him a transfer out of the school.
"I am furious. That’s not the way that you tell somebody you hit my car with an egg. You use a weapon?"
Who Shut Down the Government?
From HERE
Even when it comes to something as basic, and apparently as simple and straightforward, as the question of who shut down the federal government, there are diametrically opposite answers, depending on whether you talk to Democrats or to Republicans.
There is really nothing complicated about the facts. The Republican-controlled House of Representatives voted all the money required to keep all government activities going — except for ObamaCare.
This is not a matter of opinion. You can check the Congressional Record.
As for the House of Representatives' right to grant or withhold money, that is not a matter of opinion either. You can check the Constitution of the United States. All spending bills must originate in the House of Representatives, which means that Congressmen there have a right to decide whether or not they want to spend money on a particular government activity.
Whether ObamaCare is good, bad or indifferent is a matter of opinion. But it is a matter of fact that members of the House of Representatives have a right to make spending decisions based on their opinion.
ObamaCare is indeed "the law of the land," as its supporters keep saying, and the Supreme Court has upheld its Constitutionality.
But the whole point of having a division of powers within the federal government is that each branch can decide independently what it wants to do or not do, regardless of what the other branches do, when exercising the powers specifically granted to that branch by the Constitution.
The hundreds of thousands of government workers who have been laid off are not idle because the House of Representatives did not vote enough money to pay their salaries or the other expenses of their agencies — unless they are in an agency that would administer ObamaCare.
Since we cannot read minds, we cannot say who — if anybody — "wants to shut down the government." But we do know who had the option to keep the government running and chose not to.
The money voted by the House of Representatives covered everything that the government does, except for ObamaCare.
The Senate chose not to vote to authorize that money to be spent, because it did not include money for ObamaCare. Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid says that he wants a "clean" bill from the House of Representatives, and some in the media keep repeating the word "clean" like a mantra. But what is unclean about not giving Harry Reid everything he wants?
If Senator Reid and President Obama refuse to accept the money required to run the government, because it leaves out the money they want to run ObamaCare, that is their right. But that is also their responsibility.
You cannot blame other people for not giving you everything you want. And it is a fraud to blame them when you refuse to use the money they did vote, even when it is ample to pay for everything else in the government.
When Barack Obama keeps claiming that it is some new outrage for those who control the money to try to change government policy by granting or withholding money, that is simply a bald-faced lie. You can check the history of other examples of "legislation by appropriation" as it used to be called.
Whether legislation by appropriation is a good idea or a bad idea is a matter of opinion. But whether it is both legal and not unprecedented is a matter of fact.
Perhaps the biggest of the big lies is that the government will not be able to pay what it owes on the national debt, creating a danger of default. Tax money keeps coming into the Treasury during the shutdown, and it vastly exceeds the interest that has to be paid on the national debt.
Even if the debt ceiling is not lifted, that only means that government is not allowed to run up new debt. But that does not mean that it is unable to pay the interest on existing debt.
None of this is rocket science. But unless the Republicans get their side of the story out — and articulation has never been their strong suit — the lies will win. More important, the whole country will lose.
Even when it comes to something as basic, and apparently as simple and straightforward, as the question of who shut down the federal government, there are diametrically opposite answers, depending on whether you talk to Democrats or to Republicans.
There is really nothing complicated about the facts. The Republican-controlled House of Representatives voted all the money required to keep all government activities going — except for ObamaCare.
This is not a matter of opinion. You can check the Congressional Record.
As for the House of Representatives' right to grant or withhold money, that is not a matter of opinion either. You can check the Constitution of the United States. All spending bills must originate in the House of Representatives, which means that Congressmen there have a right to decide whether or not they want to spend money on a particular government activity.
Whether ObamaCare is good, bad or indifferent is a matter of opinion. But it is a matter of fact that members of the House of Representatives have a right to make spending decisions based on their opinion.
ObamaCare is indeed "the law of the land," as its supporters keep saying, and the Supreme Court has upheld its Constitutionality.
But the whole point of having a division of powers within the federal government is that each branch can decide independently what it wants to do or not do, regardless of what the other branches do, when exercising the powers specifically granted to that branch by the Constitution.
The hundreds of thousands of government workers who have been laid off are not idle because the House of Representatives did not vote enough money to pay their salaries or the other expenses of their agencies — unless they are in an agency that would administer ObamaCare.
Since we cannot read minds, we cannot say who — if anybody — "wants to shut down the government." But we do know who had the option to keep the government running and chose not to.
The money voted by the House of Representatives covered everything that the government does, except for ObamaCare.
The Senate chose not to vote to authorize that money to be spent, because it did not include money for ObamaCare. Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid says that he wants a "clean" bill from the House of Representatives, and some in the media keep repeating the word "clean" like a mantra. But what is unclean about not giving Harry Reid everything he wants?
If Senator Reid and President Obama refuse to accept the money required to run the government, because it leaves out the money they want to run ObamaCare, that is their right. But that is also their responsibility.
You cannot blame other people for not giving you everything you want. And it is a fraud to blame them when you refuse to use the money they did vote, even when it is ample to pay for everything else in the government.
When Barack Obama keeps claiming that it is some new outrage for those who control the money to try to change government policy by granting or withholding money, that is simply a bald-faced lie. You can check the history of other examples of "legislation by appropriation" as it used to be called.
Whether legislation by appropriation is a good idea or a bad idea is a matter of opinion. But whether it is both legal and not unprecedented is a matter of fact.
Perhaps the biggest of the big lies is that the government will not be able to pay what it owes on the national debt, creating a danger of default. Tax money keeps coming into the Treasury during the shutdown, and it vastly exceeds the interest that has to be paid on the national debt.
Even if the debt ceiling is not lifted, that only means that government is not allowed to run up new debt. But that does not mean that it is unable to pay the interest on existing debt.
None of this is rocket science. But unless the Republicans get their side of the story out — and articulation has never been their strong suit — the lies will win. More important, the whole country will lose.
Gravity - Movie Review
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| Where's Waldo? He already went to Earth. Oh, you didn't get that memo? |
Forget the hype.
Forget the 3D glasses.
Forget the cool trailer.
Forget the Tomatometer at 98%.
This movie is garbage.
Unless you want to see a movie about a suicidal doctor who learns how to pray. Then it's ok.
But on the whole:
Who CARES about the "Scientific Accuracy" of the movie? Serenity did that.
Who CARES about the overcoming spirit of the "American Spirit"? China ends up saving the day.
Who CARES about the "Stupendous Cinematography"? It was all CGI.
Who CARES about the great acting
Who CARES about GRAVITY? Not the movie. Gravity doesn't show up until the end. And tries to kill her.
The best scene (and my favorite line) in the movie is when
How many actors does it take to fool Yankees? According to the movie Avatar, around 80. According to the movie Gravity: 2.
Stupid Yankees. Lured in again by the dream of a "Real Space Adventure". Blah blah Stanley Kubrick.
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| I'm only here as a father figure to get the protagonist back on the right track. |
So, now I will spoil the movie for you scene by scene:
1 - Yankees fail at repairing Hubble.
2 - Russians blow up their own really important spy satellite.
3 - Space debris kills the only possible third actor in the film.
4 -
5 - An older Matt Damon rescues her.
6 - The only two actors in the movie inspect dead people that could have been potential actors in a better movie.
7 - An older Brad Pitt tells Holly Hunter Nicole Kidman that she sucks.
8 - They are idiots and run out of fuel.
8.2 - (Convoluted bouncing scene).
9 - An older Christian Slater thinks he is heroic and "cuts himself loose" to get closer to his Indian heritage.
10 - Sandra Bullock Cate Blanchett watches the International Space Station blow up.
10.2 - (Convoluted escape scene).
11 - Uma Thurman Ashley Judd tries to kill herself.
12 - Michelle Pfiffer Hilary Swank having an oxygen depleted hallucination while passed out has a dead but younger Leonardo DeCaprio tell her how to successfully engage the auto descent mechanism from a Russian Landing Module, written in Russian, fooling the landing trigger, and succesfully drive it towards the NEXT space station that is about to be ripped to shreds by the ONCOMING blown-up-shit-storm of Russian spy satellite debris! WHAT THE CRAP! Don't you KNOW that ALL of the sattelites would have gotten ripped to shreds on the FIRST ORBIT? Why then, with every passing orbit, does it just so happen that the Space Station where SHE IS AT is the ONLY ONE TARGETTED? And seriously... she passes out like 8 times in this movie.
13 - She lands on the Chinese Space Station and pilots a landing module back to earth -
14 - Where... She is almost...
a) Drown
b) Swallowed by a large frog
c) Eaten by killer seaweed
d) Tangled in the parachute
15 - Gratuitous "standing" scene which features
16 - Thank God THE CREDITS.
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| Don't worry, this is only one of five scenes in which I float off into space... |
There is ONE redeeming quality if ironic quality to this movie. When a younger Robert DeNiro and Franke Potente Carie Anne-Moss actually reach the space station, she is saved by the landing modules parachute cord. (See 8.2) This is the same parachute cord which tries to kill her by lashing her to the Space Station as it is being ripped to shreds (See 10.2). Ironic indeed.
Overall Paulymeter: 2.2 stars out of 10. The .2 is for the Chinese - for saving the day.
Don't see this movie in the theater.
Don't spend more to see it in the third dimension.
Don't spend EVEN more to see it an an IMAX.
Don't wait in line outside in the cold.
Don't pay $11.00 for a large soda.
And look both ways before crossing.
This movie should have gone straight to VHS and given Superman 6 a run for its money.
-Pauly Hart
10/10/13
From his space debris littered soap box.
-Pauly Hart
10/10/13
From his space debris littered soap box.
Frane Selak
Frane Selak
Frane is an Croatian citizen who lived a strange life. In 1961, the train he was traveling with derailed and plunged into an icy river, killing 17 passengers. He suffered “only” a broken arm and minor scrapes and bruises.
The following year, while traveling from Zagreb to Rijeka when the door blew away from the cockpit, forcing him out of the plane. Although 19 others were killed, he suffered only minor injuries and had miraculously landed in a haystack.
Few years later, he was on a bus that crashed and plunged into a river. Four people died, Selak was unharmed.
In 1970, he managed to escape before a faulty fuel pump engulfed his car into flames.
In 1995, he was hit by a city bus, but once again suffered minor injuries.
In 1996 he escaped when he drove off a cliff to escape an oncoming truck. He managed to land in a tree, and watched as his car exploded 300 feet below him.
In 2003 he won $1,000,000 dollars in the Croatian lottery, and had stated that “I know God was watching me over all these years.” He has reputedly refused to fly to Australia to air on a Doritos commercial, saying he “didn’t want to test his luck.”
He has said that he can either be looked as “the world’s unluckiest man, or the world’s luckiest man,” and prefers the latter.
Click, Baby, Click!
Usually I don't like commercials, but sometimes they hit it spot on.
Favorite Part: "More trees?! I'll GET you more TREES!"
Favorite Part: "More trees?! I'll GET you more TREES!"
Gorilla fired for being too much like a gorilla.
Nothing in common: After 18 years of indifference, anti-social Dallas Zoo gorilla shown door.
Dallas Zoo/Associated Press - This undated photo provided by the Dallas Zoo shows Patrick. The Dallas Zoo on Monday announced they planned transfer the anti-social gorilla to the Riverbanks Zoo and Garden in Columbia, S.C. for a more solitary existence. His response to female gorillas ranged from indifference to aggression.
DALLAS — There will be no rose ceremony for a 430-pound bachelor gorilla that failed to form any meaningful relationships with fellow apes during an 18-year stay at the Dallas Zoo.
Patrick, the 23-year-old Western lowland gorilla known for being gregarious with zoo staff and the public, while being ambivalent toward his female counterparts, has been handed his walking papers. The silverback will be transferred to the Riverbanks Zoo and Garden in Columbia, S.C. where he’ll be allowed more solitude, according to a statement issued Monday by the Dallas Zoo.
“It’s become clear that he prefers to live a solitary life,” said Dr. Lynn Kramer, head veterinarian at the Dallas Zoo. “This move will allow Patrick to continue to thrive while creating an opportunity for our four remaining males to form a cohesive bachelor group.”
Patrick was born at the Bronx Zoo in New York City in April 1990, but maternal neglect forced him to be moved to the Toronto Zoo where he was hand-raised with another male his own age. Both gorillas arrived in Dallas at age 5 and were integrated into a small troop of one silverback and two females, before being removed to form a bachelor group together.
Despite his affability with humans and his popularity in zoo presentations about gorillas, zoo officials said Patrick’s reaction toward female apes has ranged from indifference to aggression.
No move date was announced for Patrick, a gorilla Kramer described as extremely intelligent and adept at using tools. A two-day bon-voyage celebration at the Dallas Zoo will be held Saturday and Sunday.
Patrick’s departure will leave the Dallas Zoo with six gorillas.
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that's... that's pretty much it.
run the cleaner.
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http://www.piriform.com/ccleaner
that's... that's pretty much it.
run the cleaner.
The Parable of the Orange Tree by John White and Mountain Man by Pauly Hart
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Dr. John White
I DREAMED I drove on a Florida road, still and straight and empty. On either side were groves of orange trees, so that as I turned to look at them from time to time, line after line of trees stretched back endlessly from the road—their boughs heavy with round yellow fruit. This was harvest time. My wonder grew as the miles slipped by. How could the harvest be gathered?
Suddenly I realized that for all of the hours I had driven (and this was how I knew I must be dreaming) I had seen no other person. The groves were empty of people. No other car had passed me. No houses were to be seen beside the highway. I was along in a forest of orange trees.
But at last I saw some orange pickers. Far from the highway, almost on the horizon, lost in the vast wilderness of unpicked fruit, I could discern a tiny group of them working steadily. And many miles later I saw another group. I could not be sure, but I suspected that the earth beneath me was shaking with silent laughter at the hopelessness of their task. Yet the pickers went on picking.
The sun had long passed its zenith, and the shadows were lengthening when, without any warning, I turned a corner of the road to see a notice “Leaving NEGLECTED COUNTY—Entering HOME COUNTY.” The contrast was so startling that I scarcely had time to take in the notice. I had to slow down, for all at once the traffic was heavy. People by the thousands swarmed the road and crowded the sidewalks.
Even more startling was the transformation in the orange groves. Orange groves were still there with orange trees in abundance, but not, far from being silent and empty, they were filled with the laughter and singing of multitudes of people. Indeed it was the people we noticed rather than the trees. People—and houses.
I parked the car at the roadside and mingled with the crowd. Smart gowns, neat shoes, showy hats, expensive suites, and starched shirts made me a little conscious of my work clothes. Everyone seemed so fresh and poised and happy.
“Is it a holiday?” I asked a well-dressed woman with whom I fell in step.
She looked a little startled for a moment, and then her face relaxed with a smile of gracious condescension.
“You’re a stranger, aren’t you?” she said, and before I could reply, “This is Orange Day.”
She must have seen a puzzled look on my face, for she went on, “It is so good to turn aside from one’s labors and pick oranges one day of the week.”
“But don’t you pick oranges every day?” I asked her.
“One may pick oranges at any time,” she said, “We should always be ready to pick oranges, but Orange Day is the day which we devote especially to orange picking.”
I left her and made my way farther among the trees. Most of the people were carrying a book bound beautifully in leather, and edged and lettered in gold. I was able to discern on the edge of one of them the words, “Orange Picker’s Manual.”
By and by, I noticed around one of the orange trees that seats had been arranged, rising upward in tires from the ground. The seats were almost full—but, as I approached the group, a smiling well-dressed gentleman shook my hand and conducted me to a seat.
There, around the front of the orange tree, I could see a number of people. One of them was addressing all the people on the seats and, just as I got to my seat, everyone rose to his feet and began to sing. The man next to me shared with me his songbook. It was called “Songs of the Orange Groves.”
They sang for some time, and the song leader waved his arms with a strange and frenzied abandon, exhorting the people, in the intervals between the songs, to sing more loudly.
I grew steadily more puzzled.
“When do we start to pick oranges?” I asked the man who had loaned me his book.
“It’s not long now.” He told me. “We like to get everyone warmed up first. Besides, we want to make the oranges feel at home.” I thought he was joking—but his face was serious.
After a while, another man took over form the song leader and, after reading two sentences from his well-thumbed copy of the Orange Picker’s Manual, began to make a speech. I wasn’t clear whether he was addressing the people or the oranges.
I glanced behind me and saw a number of groups of people similar to our own group gathering around an occasional tree and being addressed by other speakers. Some of the trees had no one around them.
“Which trees do we pick from?” I asked the man beside me. He did not seem to understand, so I pointed to the trees round about.
“This is our tree,” he said, pointing to the one we were gathered around.
“But there are too many of us to pick from just one tree,” I protested. “Why, there are more people than oranges!”
“But we don’t pick oranges,” the man explained. “We haven’t been called. That’s the Head Orange Picker’s job. We’re here to support him. Besides we haven’t been to college. You need to know how an orange thinks before you can pick it successfully—orange psychology, you know. Most of these folk here,” he went on, pointing to the congregation, “have never been to Manual School.”
“Manual School,” I whispered. “What’s that?”
“It’s where they go to study the Orange Picker’s Manual,” my informant went on. “It’s very hard to understand. You need years of study before it makes sense.”
“I see,” I murmured. “I had no idea that picking oranges was so difficult.”
The speaker at the front was still making his speech. His face was red, and he appeared to be indignant about something. So far as I could see there was rivalry with some of the other “orange-picking” groups. But a moment later a glow came on his face.
“But we are not forsaken,” he said. “We have much to be thankful for. Last week we saw THREE ORANGES BROUGHT INTO OUR BASKETS, and we are now completely debt-free from the money we owed on the new cushion covers that grace the seats you now sit on.”
“Isn’t it wonderful?” the man next to me murmured. I made no reply. I felt that something must be profoundly wrong somewhere. All this seemed to be a very roundabout way of picking oranges.
The speaker was reaching a climax in his speech. The atmosphere seemed tense. Then with a very dramatic gesture he reached two of the oranges, plucked them from the branch and placed them in the basket at his feet. The applause was deafening.
“Do we start on the picking now? I asked my informant.
“What in the world do you think we’re doing?” he hissed. “What do you suppose this tremendous effort has been made for? There’s more orange-picking talent in this group than in the rest of Home County. Thousands of dollars have been spent on the tree you’re looking at.”
I apologized quickly. “I wasn’t being critical,” I said. “And I’m sure the speaker must be a very good orange picker—but surely the rest of us could try. After all, there are so many oranges that need picking. We each have a pair of hands. And we could read the Manual.”
“When you’ve been in the business as long as I have, you’ll realize that it’s not as simple as that,” he replied. “There isn’t time, for one thing. We have our work to do, our families to care for, and our home to look after. We….”
But I wasn’t listening. Light was beginning to break on me. Whatever these people were, they were not orange pickers. Orange picking was just a form of entertainment for their weekends.
I tried one or two more of the groups around the trees. Not all of them had such high academic standards for orange pickers. Some held classes on orange picking. I tried to tell them of the trees I had seen in Neglected County, but they seemed to have little interest.
“We haven’t picked the oranges here yet,” was their usual reply.
The sun was almost setting in my dream and, growing tired of the noise and activity all around me, I got in the car and began to drive back again along the road I had come. Soon, all around me again were the vast and empty orange groves.
But there were changes. Some things had happened in my absence. Everywhere the ground was littered with fallen fruit. And as I watched, it seemed that before my eyes the trees began to rain oranges. Many of them lay rotting on the ground.
I felt there was something so strange about it all, and my bewilderment grew as I thought of all the people in HOME COUNTY.
Then booming through the trees there came a voice which said, “The harvest truly is plenteous, but the laborers are few; Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that He will send forth labourers….”
And I awakened—for it was only a dream!
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the context of mountain man was written in a flash of enlightenment during a church service. i had not read the parable of the orange tree since 1992 but after i had finished mountain man, i realized that there were similarities between what i had just written and "that one thing i read back in seminary". well it was the parable of the orange tree and i googled it out, found it and re-read it... pretty poignant stuff.
"mountain man"
there is a man standing at the base of a mountain
he shouts to the hill in front of the mountain
he shouts to the treeline that starts at the base of the mountain
he does not shout at the mountain
though the forest creatures see him
they wonder why he does not go up the mountain.
the trees wonder why he does not wander into them
the peak of the mountain calls
the clouds beckon... the sky beckons
and the clouds part and he sees the full mountain
and he falls down at the revelation
so the man at the base of the mountain cries out
so the man at the base of the mountain calls out
he calls to the God of the mountain
he calls out to the sides of the mountain
he calls to the stream that runs out of the mountain
he calls to the mountain
the mountain sees him
and the mountain hears him
yet he does not walk up the mountain
he has some courage
for he recognizes the journey
he has mapped out the trail that leads up the mountain
he is drawing maps to travel up the mountain
he is calling out to the mountain telling it to hearken to his maps
he is building vessels to collect spring water
he is fortifying his shoes, his shirt, his tools
and yet the mountain pathways gather pine needles
the mountain does not move
it is before the man
and the man has gathered a crowd
the mountain paths and trails go un-walked
and the mountain is tall
and the mountain is majestic
and the mountain is all that is before them
and the mountain is alone
and the man builds a forestry station
he creates pamphlets about mountain safety
he sells walking sticks and postcards
he has services about mountain life
and other people come to hear him
and they pitch their tents
and they also dress in mountain gear
and they eat campfire food
the campfire life
camping out
mountain life
the winds of the hills
hillside mornings
the children of the mountain people grow
they have built houses
they build their houses so all windows face up the mountain
they have mountain community center services
one day a little boy is playing alone
he looked up the mountain
at the base he noticed the trail-head
and a little rabbit eating a leaf
he left his mountain man play-set
and he got up and chased the bunny
the bunny ran into the treeline
at the base of the mountain
and he followed it
setting foot on the trail that led up the mountain
typed on the beginning of autumn for the God of the mountain during church service at white horse christian center
pauly hart
sept 22 2013
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Medical Doctors, not guns now blamed for Navy Yard Killer
With the motive behind yesterday’s tragic rampage still unknown, speculation has centered around Alexis’ personal life.
The Associated Press reports that Alexis, “had been treated since August by the Veterans Administration for his mental problems,” which included paranoia, sleep disorder and hearing voices in his head.
According to his father, Alexis suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder as a result of his harrowing experiences during his involvement in rescue operations on 9/11.
SSRI (selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor) drugs are the most common form of treatment for PTSD, with Paroxetine being one of the most prescribed medications for this purpose. Paroxetine was also listed as the number 3 top violence-causing drug by the Institute for Safe Medication Practices (ISMP).
The study, which is based on FDA figures, reveals that antidepressants Pristiq (desvenlafaxine), Paxil (paroxetine) and Prozac (fluoxetine), all appear in the list of the top ten violence-causing drugs.
We also know that Alexis “blacked out” during a violent confrontation in 2004 when he shot out the tires of vehicles belonging to construction workers parked next to his home. Black outs are also acommon side effect of SSRI drugs.
We’ve also learned that Alexis had “anger management” issues. SSRI drugs including Paroxetine, Prozac and Zoloft are also routinely prescribed to treat anger issues.
These circumstances indicate that Alexis was almost certainly taking SSRI drugs at some point over the last decade, although whether he was on them during yesterday’s deadly shooting remains to be seen.
Anti-depressant drugs, or SSRI’s, have been linked with numerous mass shootings in recent history.
Earlier this year it emerged that Aurora shooter James Holmes was taking “sertraline, a generic version of Zoloft used to treat depression, panic disorder and obsessive-compulsive disorder and Clonazepam, usually prescribed to treat anxiety and panic attacks,” according to the L.A. Times.
Zoloft is the same psychotropic drug that Columbine killer Eric Harris was taking before his rampage.
The connection between Zoloft and violent outbursts is well documented. Countless studies identify Zoloft as being responsible for more than 1,000 suicides and hundreds of episodes of mania and aggression.
As CCHR documents, psychiatric drugs have been involved in at least 31 different school shootings and other massacres over the last 25 years. In addition to Holmes and Harris, mass shooters who were on SSRI drugs include;
- Kip Kinkel
- Christopher Pittman
- Elizabeth Bush
- Jason Hoffman
- Shawn Cooper
- T.J. Solomon
- Seung-Hui Cho
America’s addiction to psychotropic drugs is out of control and growing every year.
According to a London Guardian report, “(subscriptions) for benzodiazepines – the class of anti-anxiety drugs including Xanax, Valium, Ativan, and Klonopin – have gone up 17% since 2006 to 94m annually, New York magazine notes. Generic Xanax, which goes by the name alprazolam, has become 23% more popular in that same timeframe “making it the most prescribed psycho-pharmaceutical drug and the 11th-most prescribed overall, with 46m prescriptions written in 2010.”
Harvard-trained psychiatrist and former full-time consultant at the National Institute of Mental Health Dr. Peter R. Breggin has testified in approximately 100 trials since 1976 about the clear connection between psychiatric drugs and outbursts of violence. Breggin asserts that there is a definite “causal relationship between antidepressant drugs and the production of suicide, violence, mania and other behavioral abnormalities.”
However, in the aftermath of every mass shooting, the establishment media routinely blames the massacre on guns, despite gun-related homicides showing a 49% decrease since 1993, and pays little or no attention to how SSRI drugs are fueling unnecessary violence.
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