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Wednesday, June 14, 2006

FEMA: Federal Emergency Management (Allegedly).



(Don't miss the fine print.)

posted by S. at 1:49 PM

10 Comments:

  • You're welcome!

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 6:24 PM, June 14, 2006  

  • Where do I get one of those tickets minus the fine print?

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 7:36 PM, June 14, 2006  

  • You're an English-speaking white male--heir (and therefore responsible for) alleged centuries of tyrannical oppression--you get NADA.

    By Blogger S., at 6:30 AM, June 15, 2006  

  • Funny, true, and incredibly maddening all at the same time.

    By Blogger Mr. Light Bulb, at 8:12 AM, June 16, 2006  

  • can i say that i'm happy you now have the word bitch on your blog...i'm not sure why that makes me so happy...

    by the way...i must agree with mr.lightbulb...true and terribly upsetting...

    who knew...i might be in a better place (monitarily speaking of course) had i not thought i was suppose to work hard and do my best every day...DAMN IT.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 10:32 AM, June 22, 2006  

  • Esther,

    You remind me of a dear friend from long ago, Todd Broadfoot. (You would love him.) He just begged me to say a bad word. It drove him crazy.

    "Gosh?" Who says, 'Gosh'? What are you, Leave it to Beaver?"

    It used to drive him nuts.

    (I did finally say a single 'bad' word--just to prove a doctrinal point, believe it or not. I don't consider cussing a mortal sin. I don't know that it is a sin, per se. But when the Bible contrasts lists the deeds of the flesh with the fruit of the Spirit, the allegedly 'bad' words clearly line up on one side. I figure avoiding them out of habit can only be good for me. (Though it does limit my expression to some degree. But you work around it.)

    Oh, one more thought on that--when I was an infuriating, obnoxious, and occassionally incorrigible child, MDM let a few fly. But my dad never did--no matter what. I didn't blame her. But I grew to really admire his self-control, and decided I wanted to be like him.

    (If only I were so disciplined in all areas.)

    By Blogger S., at 10:44 AM, June 22, 2006  

  • If only you didn't always tell on me! But I had lots of motivation and nothing like your daddy's self-control. However, I still detest tacky words and think they evidence a deficient vocabulary as well as a lack of self-control, my own shortcomings notwithstanding.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 7:15 PM, June 22, 2006  

  • that's nice...i love bad words...not because i don't have anything else to say...but because saying them often says exactly how i'm feeling (and sometimes they are the feeling)...i do think they are abused in the mouths of many...sometimes mine...as it is often fun...and depends on who i'm talking to (i love to cuss with my dad...you know...the preacher)

    however...much of my language has "cleaned up" since i am dating a sunday school teacher for "goodness" sake and your mom (hi mrs.wales) does occassionally read my blog...(i only mean to be truly offensive sometimes...not at all times)

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 11:09 AM, June 28, 2006  

  • I suppose that blowing up the microwave (my doing) was sufficiently motivating...

    By Blogger The Doctor, at 6:31 PM, June 30, 2006  

  • say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
    What so proudly we hail'd was the last twilight gleaming?
    Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight,
    O'er the reports we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming?
    And the lack of the rockets' red glare, bombs bursting in air,
    Gave proof thro' the night that the flag was still there.
    O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
    O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
    On the shore dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep,
    Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
    What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
    As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
    Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
    In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream:
    'Tis the star-spangled banner: O, long may it wave
    O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
    And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
    That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
    A home and a country should leave us no more?
    Their blood has wash'd out their foul footsteps' pollution.
    No refuge could save the hireling and slave
    From the horror of socialization or the gloom of the grave:
    And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
    O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
    O thus be it ever when free-men shall stand
    Between their lov'd home and pacifications desolation;
    Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land
    Worship the Pow'r that hath made and preserv'd us a nation!
    Then conquer we must, when the profit it is just,
    And this be our motto: “In God we trust!”
    And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
    O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 12:25 PM, August 15, 2006  

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