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Thought I would post this one in the Canada thread, but it moved on to moose-something-er-other... Saw most of these at www.bartcop.com


"Allow the President to invade a neighboring nation, whenever he shall deem it necessary to repel an invasion, and you allow him to do so, whenever he may choose to say he deems it necessary for such a purpose -- and you allow him to make war at pleasure.

If today, he should choose to say he thinks it necessary to invade Canada, to prevent the British from invading us, how could you stop him? You may say to him, 'I see no probability of the British invading us' but he will say to you, 'Be silent; I see it, if you don't.'" --
-- Congressman Abe Lincoln, 150 years ago

 

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another:

 

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another

 

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Just a quickie link...

http://www.coxar.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/

 

[N8 v2.0]

LOL!!!















NOT!!!

 

[rbx]

maybe you all seen this one before

 

[patconnole]

Originally posted by rbx
maybe you all seen this one before

Awesome! That's pretty much how I see the world. Except, Texas should have "Oil dudes" written on it, with a little electric chair as well.

 

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Originally posted by N8
LOL!!!

NOT!!!

who said this was supposed to be funny, wayne?

 

[patconnole]

John Quincy Adams:

"The true America goes not abroad in search of monsters to destroy... She well knows that by once enlisting under other banners than her own, were they even the banners of foreign independence, she would involve herself, beyond the powers of extrication, in all the wars of interest and intrigue, of individual avarice [greed], envy and ambition which assume the colours and usurp the standards of freedom...

She might become the dictatress of the world; she would no longer be the ruler of her own spirit."

- 4th July, 1821

 

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Winston Churchill describing Great Britain in 1904:

"a party of great vested interests, banded together in a formidable confederation, corruption at home, aggression to cover it up abroad...sentiment by the bucketful, patriotism by the imperial pint, the open hand at the public exchequer [IRS], the open door at the public-house, dear food for the millions, cheap labour for the millionaire."

cited by Lewis Lapham in the March 2002 Harper's



I saw Lapham speak last night here. Amazing!

 

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from bartcop:

 

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bartcop:

 

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Just had to post this one.

 

[Rip]

 

[EBasil]

 

[Damn True]

Have you noticed anything fishy about the inspection teams who have arrived in Iraq? They're all men!



How in the name of the United Nations does anyone expect men to find Saddam's stash? We all know that men have a blind spot when it comes to finding things. For crying' out loud! Men can't find the dirty clothes hamper. Men can't find the jar of jelly until it falls out of the cupboard and splatters on the floor... and these are the people we have sent into Iraq to search for hidden weapons of mass destruction?



I keep wondering why groups of Mothers weren't sent in. Mothers can sniff out secrets quicker than a drug dog can find a gram of dope. Mothers can find gin bottles that Dads have stashed in the attic beneath the rafters. They can sniff out a diary two rooms and one floor away. They can tell when the lid of a cookie jar has been disturbed and notice when a quarter inch slice has been shaved off a chocolate cake. A Mother can smell alcohol on your breath before you get your key in the front door and can smell cigarette smoke from a block away. By examining laundry, a Mother knows more about their kids than Sherlock Holmes. If a Mother wants an answer to question, she can read offenders eyes quicker than a homicide detective.



So... considering the value a Mother could bring to an inspection team, why are we sending a bunch of old men who will rely on electronic equipment to scout out hidden threats? A Mother would walk in with a wooden soup spoon in one hand, grab Saddam by the ear, give it a good twist and snap, "Young man, do you have any weapons of mass destruction?" And God help him if he tried to lie to her. She'd march him down the street to some secret bunker and shove his nose into a nuclear bomb and say, "Uh, huh, and what do you call this, mister?" Whap! Thump! Whap! Whap! Whap! And she'd lay some stripes across his bare bottom with that soup spoon, then march him home in front of the whole of Baghdad. He'd not only come clean and apologize for lying about it; he'd cut every lawn in Baghdad for free for the whole darn summer.



You want the job done? Call Mom.

 

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freedom food:

 

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continued:

 

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good one..