This is a fun watch, because Gene ALWAYS has opinions. What’s even funnier is that for years he didn’t marry his long time mate Shannon, so that he didn’t have to be faithful, and then, when he started hitting the old age, and the young girls didn’t find him appealing anymore, he decided to get married…on TV so that he would make some money.
The advice he gives, he gives from his own perspective that men just think about themselves, the point that feminists have been making for years. Hillary should JUMP on this.
The real problem with women, which Gene forgets, is while men’s hormones rage, so do women’s. The urge to have a child is overbearing, and as a species, it really IS better and healthier to have children when the women is younger….life is just not that easily managed.
I don’t know what women he is talking to here, I am assuming white women, who are already doing just that: NOT having mates and children, and when they do, the government is supporting them.
He seems to give the whole male race a pass on ever growing up.
What is pretty weird about Gene’s opinion’s, is that while it’s good advice and women at this point in time should always earn her own money, because our culture has pretty much thrown marriage as an institution out the window (Unless of course, you are gay)—–Gene is actually suggesting, in his own way to women: use men like men use you.
Realistic? Or just plan stupid? Or is that exactly what’s happening?
What do YOU think?
For those of you who have more than one dog, this scene will be just like your own home movies.
My dogs do this every single day. In our house, my husband is the “alpha” and we have two female dogs, so to them, I’m just the other member of the female pack. It’s HIS attention that brings the brownie points.
And so, when he pets one dog, the other dog will try all KINDS of tricks to get that spoil rotten dog who is getting all the attention out the door.
She will bark like crazy, growl, dance, steal treats, and if that doesn’t work, she just lays her head down and looks depressed. It’s always funny.
What’s even funnier is the comments about this video on Youtube from people—one person said it was animal cruelty.
Obviously a feminist.
This week, we have the subject of two separations: Rupert Murdoch VS Burger King.
Hey! I didn’t even know (or care) about Rupert Murdoch’s love life, but there it was in Vanity Fair: Rupert’s young Chinese wife of 14 years, Wendi, had been having sexual affairs with other men—- and not just any men. Tony Blair, Google’s Eric Schmidt, and co-founder of MySpace, Chris DeWolfe. (How she missed Bill Clinton is anybody’s guess.)
Get the feeling she likes to feel connected?
Really, what’s a billionaire mogul to do? His mother tried to warn him to stay with his last wife, who wanted him to retire, but Wendi saw her way to riches, and Rupert saw his way INTO China, and with the help of science, he was off to another marriage…his third.
It’s not the shock that a young women took advantage of an older man’s riches, it’s that she had to bed the one man Rupert had put into power, Mr. Blair, and she did it in their own house…and yacht…and who knows where else? Probably even in the Tower of London!
Rupert had raised LOADS of money for Tony, who really doesn’t need more either. But in the hall of fame gold-diggers, Wendi choose carefully: ALL these men …were powerful, rich, and mostly married.
And then we have the divorce of Burger King and its money, from Obama. Yes, Burger King is taking its big Whoppers and moving its headquarters to Canada where it will pay less taxes.
Obama has called this exodus of major American companies to other countries…unpatriotic!
After all…Walgreens wanted to move, and stopped cold after hearing those words, so, should we all be mad that Burger King is NOT going to pay its fair share, and you and I will have to fork out even more? Is it really their fault?
Who wins the Nobody’s Perfect award for the week? (No, it’s not Al Sharpton, I’m sick to death of him.)
Is it Rupert Murdoch, who failed to see that he was marrying a gold-digger? Rumors are he lost over $1.7 billion. Wendi got him into buying MySpace, which he paid $545 million and sold for $35 million. Uh….not exactly what you would expect a smart man to do.
And even though she signed a pre-nup, she got the Rockefeller triplex on Fifth Avenue ($70 million), the house in Beijing ($40 million), $14 million for each year she was married, jewelry and half of their art collection.
Or does the trophy go to Burger King, who just couldn’t stand to keep paying Obama’s high taxes?
It’s obvious isn’t it?
What a man will do for a pretty face, and a busty oriental beauty.
We really can’t blame Burger King for wanting to desert America. That fault goes to our past Presidents (of BOTH parties) who threw America out the window with the bath water when they dreamed up globalization.
Burger King doesn’t need us anymore…it’s in every country in the world now, and its the American people who continue to lose.
As for the REAL loser of the week…Al Sharpton……go ahead……fill in the blank………………………………………
Not many people know that the guy who invented air conditioning, was…robbed of his fortune. You can bet your last greatest idea, that this still happens every single day. The inventor gets basically…robbed. It’s just that robbing the little guy, never gets talked about much.
But those who have more power, and money are very good at it.
It was John Gorrie who invented the air conditioner.
Dr. John Gorrie was a Florida physician who was looking for a way to make his patients suffering from yellow fever and malaria more comfortable. It was the 1840′s and it before they knew that mosquitoes were the cause, so most doctors figured it was caused by ‘bad air.”
The doctor thought if he could just cool the air, they would all feel better.
In the Apalachicola Commercial Advertiser he wrote this:
“If the air were highly compressed, it would heat up by the energy of compression. If this compressed air were run through metal pipes cooled with water, and if this air cooled to the water temperature was expanded down to atmospheric pressure again, very low temperatures could be obtained, even low enough to freeze water in pans in a refrigerator box.”
Gorrie patented his ice making and air cooling device in 1851, but his main financial backer died that year. He couldn’t find another investor, and it was mainly because his invention was being ridiculed in the press.
Who did he blame this bad press on? Frederic Tudor, the Ice King, who had made his fortune shipping insulated natural ice to warm climates.
Gurrie died destitute in 1855, and it would be another fifty years before Willis Haviland Carrier would use Gurrie basic principles and get another patent.
There another blog here, (and lots more Nobody Opinions) but it’s too nice outside! I want to enjoy it before I have to turn on the air.
Sorry, I was absent today. It was my brother’s birthday, and believe it or not, for the VERY first time, I got to see his son pitch a game.
I can’t tell you what a thrill it was, to see that, mainly, because on my father’s side, we did have a ball player who was on the cardinals team, my uncle Dean. My grandmother even named him Dean, after Dizzy Dean.
And then my father had my brother pitching baseball, and now, my brother has made a hell of a great pitcher out of his son. He could go on to be in the major leagues, that’s how good he is, (and no, I’ve seen enough pitchers to know) but he’s a smart kid, and could do whatever he chooses.
But, let me tell you the main reason I’m posting this: I got this video off of an excellent blog by amfortas about the veterans, and he had this video in the piece, which I am putting here, so that I can send this to my brother.
My brother, was such a great trumpet player, he really was one of the best players in America. (In my opinion, the best.) While he never became nationally famous, For years he entertained the crowds in Chicago. He played rings around this girl, but I thought he would enjoy it, for the sheer beauty of tone.
BECAUSE…as far as I know, my brother has never read my blog. (Sneaky way to get him here, don’t you think? LOL!)
Anyway, GARY…you’re the best! I had a great day watching your son Cody pitch. DAD would be so proud!
Everybody else…excuse me for indulging my family memories, and do enjoy, the little Holland girls wonderful rendition of TAPS.
Did anybody get to see the meteor shower last night? I went out…looked up in the sky for about 15 minutes, and saw…nothing. Just the usual.
But the universe didn’t disappoint. One lone mockingbird was singing at the top of his lungs, in the silence at 2 in the morning. He was a block over and sang like he was singing to the universe and every star above his head in the sky.
I missed the meteorite show, but not even a song by the greatest voices on earth… could have sounded as sweet as that little bird.
Good Morning! And…Enjoy!
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Amazing how many ways someone can steal from you…here’s one we don’t think about much.
This was from Kim Komando…if you travel a lot, you might want to watch this.
Happy Mother’s Day!
Hey! I am going to give myself a break today because it’s MOTHER’S DAY and I’m spending the day with my family. As should you!
Here’s some of my favorite “mom and kid” pictures–but before I run off, I must say…last winter I was worried about the birds. We had a good run of near zero degrees here for months, and that’s in Missouri. It was brutal. But the birds not only survived, they flourished! Nature is AMAZING.
And, now that you know I’m a bird lover, I have noticed that the birds are exceptionally happy and joyful this spring. They are having babies all over the place, including right outside my window where there is a gaggle of them in a nest and they chirp for momma all day long. Poor mom. She is having a hard time keeping up.
The baby bunnies are out, and what is it about spring and babies? How can you not love it?
So, enjoy…the love between a mother and child. Remember, even Al Gore had a mother. (Hard to believe)
Everybody, have a great day! And be sure to love mom, even though your pretty sure she loves your brother more. (That’s me as a kid in that last picture.)
Men and their sons have memories of playing catch, but in my family, mother and daughter…waited anxiously each year to watch the Kentucky Derby.
We never missed one.I have never been to the Kentucky Derby, but I have driven through Kentucky, on a summer’s morning when the dew on the rolling hills of grass look like diamonds in heaven.
I remember how my mother loved Seattle Slew. And we always loved to see the hats the ladies would wear.
Oh yes, you HAD to make fun of the hats. And the half-drunk ladies underneath them.
Since she died in 2000, I noticed that the winners recently were always very rich men. So this year, when the “poor” men won, of course, in honor of the Nobodies of the world, I simply must make a mention today—
I’m always for the Nobody’s!
From MSN News:
In a sport dominated by wealthy owners and regally bred horses from Kentucky’s bluegrass country, this was a victory for the little guys. Owners Perry Martin and Steve Coburn bred an $8,000 mare to a $2,500 stallion to produce the winner of the world’s most famous race with their one-horse stable.
California Chrome has the unlikeliest pedigree for a Derby champion. His mother, named Love the Chase, won just one race. She was purchased by Coburn and Martin, a move that prompted a trainer to call them “dumb asses” for getting involved in racing.
Feeling inspired, they named their operation DAP Racing, which stands for Dumb Ass Partners. Their silks include an image of a donkey.
Coburn lives near Reno, Nevada, rising at 4:30 a.m. for his job as a press operator at a 13-employee company that makes magnetic strips for credit cards and driver licenses.
Martin lives on the California side of the border near Reno, running a laboratory that tests high-reliability equipment, like car air bags and medical equipment.
So, here’s two working guys, and the oldest trainer in Kentucky Derby history, that put their ‘dumb asses’ to the test of positive thinking…against the millionaires of Kentucky…
AND WON! On one of the owner’s birthday even. California Chrome…will now be set down in history as the poor’s man’s victory.
Horse racing is a wonderful tradition, and in this world of depressing news…how great is it to see a horse race in spring time to remind us all…
Does anybody know why? Do the owners have to pay for that? Or did it look (I thought) that the horse was limping a bit off the track…Where WAS the horse after the race? Did they edit him out?
(Stop it Joyanna)
This morning I was reading about dogs…how they understand how to read human communications, even better than chimps. For instance, every day, when I go outside to work in the yard, all I have to do is go into the bathroom, and tie my hair back…and my two dogs go absolutely nuts. They jump up and down, bark, yelp,—- you would think it was the last inning of the world series and I had just hit the winning run in. They know they will get to go out too.
Just by me simply putting a rubber band around my hair.
And here’s what even more fantastic…I can go into the bathroom, and CLOSE THE DOOR, and they STILL know I’m putting my hair back.
When it comes to food, Zippy comes and scratches my leg. Or stares at me. And if I ignore her…she barks. I am like her private IPAD. I am at her command.
Zippy is an excellent communicator so that’s why I’m baffled about last night.
Why didn’t Zippy TELL us that the kitchen was on fire?
Let me set this up.
It was around 10.30 at night, and my husband had put on his CPAC machine, and rolled over to sleep…I still had the TV on, and I was getting ready to go into my office to write, and I heard a funny popping sound.
Now, Zippy was ON the floor, staring into the kitchen, literally watching a blanket that I had on my bird’s cage…go up in six-foot flames. She just sat there…
“Hey, your machine is making a funny noise” I told my husband.
And then for no particular reason, I decided to go into the kitchen for some water…that’s when I saw flames, reaching up to the ceiling…a lamp that was turned off, had touched the blanket on the bird-cage and instantly, that blanket had flared into flames. The metal bird-cage was on fire, and my three parakeets were of course, at the other end of the cage…fighting for their lives.
Zippy, just sat there…smiling…calming watching until I yelled.
FIRE! FIRE!, FIRE! FIRE!
My husband jumped out of bed, and took two blankets and somehow miraculously smothered the fire out, although it took him some time. If the curtains which were near the flame had caught on fire, we would have not have been able to stop the room from going up.
He got second degree burns, and big blisters on his fingers from the flames.
Smoke was everywhere, and since we had two blankets that had caught on fire, we had thrown one on the kitchen floor. It was no longer in flames. (or so we thought.)
We left it there. (Bad idea)
I went to caring for the birds. Flames had even fallen to the bottom of the cage. Half of the white bird-cage was black. The lamp plastic had melted on to the rug on the floor, and my kitchen chairs which were nearby, were damaged from the fire. Flames had fallen all over the floor.
While I was trying to calm the birds (By the grace of god they only got soot on them) the blanket we had left on the floor was STILL on fire.
“Hey ! This blanket is still smoking!” I yelled, to my husband who of course, was in extreme pain with his hand in a pan of water.
When we lifted it up, a big hole had burnt through the kitchen rug. We threw it in the sink, which is what we should have done in the first place.
So, here’s the moral to the story: If I had NOT had gone into the kitchen when I did, the house could have very well burnt down, no thanks to the dog who did NOT save his masters from the fire.
I read these stories all the time….
Dog saved baby from fire.
Dog went back into the house to save kids.
Dog WARNED the people in the house that it was on fire.
You read them too.
Zippy did not move until I yelled FIRE!
Then she ran…and hide in the front room. So much for the “Zippy saved our lives” story in Readers Digest, which I CERTAINLY would have written.
Tonight my birds, won’t go over to their side of the cage. They REMEMBER what happened last night, and how they were almost fried.
Zippy the great communicator, acts like it just another day. She doesn’t remember a thing.
But I can’t blame this on Zippy.
It was my fault for thinking that JUST because a lamp is off, doesn’t mean it’s not still hot. The simple truth is, I was just tired and not thinking when I put the cover on the cage.
As for Zippy, she saves my life every day with her joyful happiness at the simple sight of me putting my hair back. Or going for a ride, or a walk, or just eating her bone.
I guess I’ll forgive her this time. But, we DO have to work on our communication.
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I very much liked this picture. My desk is a mess. My house is clean, but my office, OMG. I take after my mother, who always had a messy desk. But..if you have tendency to be “messy” have good heart…it’s not necessarily a bad thing: (Thanks to Kris)
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I got this last week, and found it extremely fascinating. And also scary, because it’s more proof that everything is connected.
And if this works in nature, think of what Monsanto is doing with food.
What the chem trails are doing to the earth.
What the government is doing with land and water.
Okay…don’t. It might ruin your weekend.
But…do enjoy the video!
(Thanks to JR)
I don’t usually post long lectures like video’s, but I read this guys’ book last week, and I found him to be a most amazing human being. This was called his “last lecture” because when he made this video, he had about 3 months to live due to the fact that he had pancreatic cancer, therefore he wanted to stuff all he learned in life into a video for his kids.
What’s amazing about Randy, is his incredible optimism. In this video he takes you on the journey of his life, how he got to work at Disney on all the great rides, and how to face death.
He gives lots of good advice, and even it you can’t watch it, just listen to it, or take it in pieces like I did.
Randy Wins the Nobody’s Fool award for being probably the most pragmatic human to ever walk the planet. He was truly, a remarkable man, and more than that….so VERY American.