Pass the Medicare Please…
Nobody Gets Email:
This came to me a few days ago. Not sure if it is right. The sender checked with Snopes but found nothing. Nevertheless, I really don’ think it’s unbelievable, do you?
(Thanks to Tom Beebe)
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MTV Space Cribs…?
Nobody Cares:
Soon, you will see the ads:
Are you a multibillionaire? Is life on earth forcing you to watch all those racist tea party people trying to stop that wonderful Federal Reserve getting you down? Do you long to get away from the floods, global warming, Sarah Palin, and SUV’S? Are those pesky nights talking to Ben Bernanke starting to all seem like a blur? Does seeing Dick Cheney on his book tour just make you want to get as far off the planet as possible? Well, we have the answer for you! No longer do you have to feel the daily pressure of being one of the only people on the planet who feels that there are JUST too many people on the earth. The answer is not in viruses, or floods— the answer is right before you. You need a vacation. For just $4 million dollars you can spiral out of this world. You might NEVER want to come down. Call us today at 1-800-Galatic
Nobody is more jealous than me. People with big bucks are going to soon get to orbit the earth. All they need is a ticket. Space is going to be the next real estate venture, because let’s face it, a very elite group of multi-billionaires have sucked what little money was left out of the planet and feel the need to go BEYOND building franchises in China. They need more space. And despite the millions of space junk floating around our planet now, the race to build space hotels is the plan of the future.
The news out today was that NASA is not so sure the Space Station is going to stay afloat if the Russians don’t get up there. (Wait, I thought they closed NASA?) I can’t wait to see Putin strapped into the rocket, with his shirt off, two blond Russian babes by his side, taking a trip to the Russian hotel in the sky. No doubt he will be strutting around in his space station, in boxer shorts…lifting weights.
They haven’t been talking about it much but, we have a NEW race to space: not to the Moon…not to Mars, but to a three-day luxury trip to a romantic little room in a Space Hotel. Places where the showers are tiny bubbles of water, and the champagne can be sipped with a straw. If you want to sit down, you can put on your Spiderman suit, and Velcro yourself to a front row seat to see Africa rising.
If I was up there, I’d make a bet to see who could spot Angelina’s Jolie’s lips first.
Russia is building a Space Hotel and so are we. So…Who is going to the first to put the billionaires up into their own little orbiting hotel room? Right now, there are many more millionaires on the planet than in then there EVER was. Several hundred of them have managed to grab even more wealth and what can you give a person who has 52 Ferrari’s sitting in their garage?
A room in space.
The Barcelona-based architects of The Galactic Suite Space Resort say it will cost 3 million euro ($4.4 million) for a three-night stay at the hotel, with this price including an eight-week training course on a tropical island.
British tycoon Richard Branson’s space tours firm, Virgin Galactic, will use his facility in New Mexico to propel tourists into suborbital space at a cost of $200,000 a ride.
The numbers are similar for Virgin Galactic with 300 people already paid or signed up for the trip but unlike Branson, Galactic Suite say they will use Russian rockets to transport their guests into space from a spaceport to be built on an island in the Caribbean.
Russia, is aiming to have their hotel ready by 2016. They will use the Space Station as a storage container, and fill it with caviar and enough Vodka to last years.
While most of us would LOVE to take the trip, it remains to be seen, which hotel will have the best deal. I’ll be waiting for the Space Station Motel Six.
So, space scientific exploration is out— hotels in space are in. McDonalds in space can’t be too far behind.
Oh, one more thing…if Obama wins the next election, you can be sure that we will never go to Mars. Why?
Adam Ismail, Mustafa Khalil , and Abdullah al-Umari, three men from Yemen, sued NASA for invading Mars. They claim that they “inherited the planet from our ancestors 3,000 years ago.” They based their argument on mythologies of the Himyaritic and Sabean civilizations that existed several thousand years B.C.
That solves it. Muslims are Martians, we should let them go home.
Someday, we will be seeing Paris Hilton on her new show “Space Hilton presents: Paris’s MTV Space Crib.” I wish I could say “I’ll be dead so I won’t care.” but…something tells me, I may not be that lucky. (Nobody Makes this stuff up, and call that number at your own risk!)
What Would Dizzy Dean Say?
Nobody Wonders
A Day of Baseball and other Thoughts.
Once upon a time, in a new land called New York…cricket was played in all the schoolyards. The game of cricket was THE game of the new country until 1855. And then, it happened—in 1845 a group of upper class men would get together and play the new game of “baseball.” They called themselves the New York Knickerbockers. And they stood remembered proudly, until that fatal day that the New York Nines beat them 23-1.
And what a beating! The fans were hooked. Here was a game where competition was the name…winner and loser. Battles on the diamond. Mano e Mano.. New York went wild, and the new country of America was hooked.
When the Civil War came the game of baseball spread all over the country. (They had to do something in-between battles.) Soon, there were hundreds of clubs, and so the love of baseball began, but didn’t really become obsessive until one very drunk man stepped up to the plate, and set the record of home runs for one season. Babe Ruth hit 60 home runs in 1927, a record he held until 1974 when Hank Aaron broke it.
The new game of baseball reflected the new great nation. A nation who thought it could do anything, win any war, defeat any enemy.(and they DID!) ..and the men on the old teams represented the best of us. The men of baseball were heroes. REAL heroes. And no boy was a boy without a baseball card collection.
And so, the great stadiums went up, and the black leagues were formed and then the women leagues. And then, the night games. We were on a roll.
During the WWII, right here in St. Louis…we had Dizzy Dean and Stan Musical. My grandmother named her last son after Dizzy Dean, (that’s my best friend, Pattie, standing next to Dizzy’s statue) so crazy was she about baseball, and he went on to play in the Cardinals minors. This sort of stuff happened all over the country. 
Men and women lived their lives around the New York Yankees, the Boston Red Socks, and the oldest organized club, the Chicago Cubs. All the cities had a team to compete, and on late summer nights, after work..there was always the game, and the beer. It was a great way to unite a country.
Now— we have Facebook.
So what happened to it? Like the country, baseball has changed.
The last time I had attended a game, was at the old Roman Coliseum looking Stadium, Busch Stadium, since tore down– in downtown St. Louis. It was a couple of years after Mark McGuire (a Cardinal) had slugged out a home run race against Sammy Sousa. (A Cub) He finally broke the home run record of Roger Maris, by hitting 62 home runs in a season…it was in a game against the Cubs in 1998.
Nobody would say, that was the day, the baseball music died.
It was the McGuire-Sosa homerun race that got the fans back into the stands after the baseball strike. But, when the nation found out that the record was broken with the help of steroids, (and smaller infields) the magic went out of the game. Baseball players, we found out, were just like our politicians….They lie, and they cheat. They were no longer our heroes.
The Mark McGuire highway has been changed back to the Mark Twain highway. The only thing interesting about the game, after the great strike of 1994, was the home run. No more double-steals. No more pitching matches. It was a suffering 4 hours and I couldn’t wait to get home that day.
I swore I’d never go to another game. BUT….free tickets? Okay, I wanted to see the new stadium at least once. Downtown we went, my friend Pattie and I, to the NEW stadium. 
There I was sitting in an air-conditioned mall of restaurants and bars at a Cardinal afternoon game. As I admired the fact that while my friend Pattie and I could have any cuisine in the world: Chinese buffets to gourmet submarines sandwiches,— with any cocktail we could imagine, while sitting in an air conditioned comfortable 77 degrees, while watching the hundreds of HD screen TVs.. I realized that
…the game was STILL an utter bore.
The time it took to get from the first inning to the second, you could have taken an elevator to the top of the Empire State Building, got out, walked around, came back down, and it would still have been the bottom of the first, no runs, no hits, no men even chewing gum.
Really.
Here were men, being paid millions to entertain, and about all they did was walk out to their positions, and walk back. They were lame. The crowd was lame, and it seemed this brand new ballpark was all about the concessions and the liquor, where you can practically spent your next month’s car payment on a few drinks and a meal.
A bottle of ice tea was over five dollars. A bottle of beer…eight. The price of a decent ticket? Enough to feed a family for a week.
Of course, there were still baseball fans, I saw them sitting out in the heat, with looks of hope in their eyes, but who were these people I thought? We lost 9 to 3. I had more fun watching my dog sleep this morning.
Every time our big slugger Pujols came up to the plate, he caused about as much excitement as a water beetle having sex. He struck out twice, and not even with any effort on his part.
I would have given anything to go back to the days where the men hustled off the plates, and each moment was exciting.
But now, they pose for commercials. You don’t have to move too fast to pose.
Watching our team on the field, It was as if the teams reflected our politicians in Washington. Overpaid…and spoiled, and just plain, incompetent.
As we were leaving early we saw some guy with a McGuire tee shire on his back, walking behind us.
“So, you’re a Mark McGuire fan?” I asked.
“I used to be.” he said.
Yeah, I couldn’t have said it better myself. I used to be a baseball fan. Now the game is a place to eat and drink, and talk to your friends. I wonder if anyone else feels the same way?
Baseball is not what it used to be, but then again, neither is our country.
Nobody Cares About England
Nobody Cares
About England….and all the riots and burning– and haven’t the poor British suffered enough already? World War I, World War II…Iraq. Not to mention their immigration problems. What do the good people do? Three people have been killed just trying to stop the insanity.
This woman just about nailed it. They are mostly burning and robbing and having a great time, too ignorant to know they are destroying what little left that they have of any kind of freedom.
This from Max Hastings, a British reporter:
If you live a normal life of absolute futility, which we can assume most of this week’s rioters do, excitement of any kind is welcome. The people who wrecked swathes of property, burned vehicles and terrorised communities have no moral compass to make them susceptible to guilt or shame. Most have no jobs to go to or exams they might pass. They know no family role models, for most live in homes in which the father is unemployed, or from which he has decamped.
So there we have it: a large, amoral, brutalised sub-culture of young British people who lack education because they have no will to learn, and skills which might make them employable. They are too idle to accept work waitressing or doing domestic labour, which is why almost all such jobs are filled by immigrants. They have no code of values to dissuade them from behaving anti-socially or, indeed, criminally, and small chance of being punished if they do so.
This lady gives us hope. We just need more like her to speak up.
To Debit, or NOT to Debit? OR…
Nobody Wins
Let me confess: I LOVE my debit card. Yes, I remember the old days, back when men were men, and women washed diapers by hand…when you had to carry all that nasty cash around in your pocket. When you were at the store, you had to get out your wallet, and pull out the ten or twenty, and then you got change. SOME of us actually remember that.
Somewhere around the end of the twentieth century, even finding the correct change to give the cashier would get you at least five dirty looks from the people standing behind you. So, most people came home and threw the change in a big jar, heaven forbid they should hold up ANY line. This small change would later would put their sons through college.
Ha! Never again!
The women got the worst of it back then, because the men will only carry the bills. No man wants to be seen with a big LUMP in their pockets, (unless of course, you are a Weiner) which meant the women had to put all the coins, pennies, and quarters in her purse. It was the original “trickle down” concept to which later, Ronald Reagan based his financial budget policy on. The man spent the money, (Okay, we give them the credit for earning it…) and then the woman took all those drips of nickels and dimes that trickled down to her…and hid them from the man, Then, she would take those big jars, and use the money to buy clothes and shoes, which she also hid.
Are you kidding? Women are reincarnated squirrels. This secret hoarding went on for years. The last thing a man will do is venture into a woman’s closet, least you get caught admiring a dress.
Notice, I said…”Man”
If you didn’t have any money on you, you wrote a check. This got at least TEN people behind you wanting to shove you in a cart and roll you into the frozen food section. Remember, checks USED to be issued free to bank customers. Some banks even threw in toasters and guns for your business!
HA! Never again!
Now, you have to buy your checks, at triple-inflationary prices!
But, something HAD to be done about all this free cash floating around, sooooo, one day, someone at some bank decided, why not make a “debit” card so that the poor people wouldn’t have to stand in line anymore? They could just flick the one card through the machine, and the machine would say “ok!” and you were on your way, leaving lots of room in women’s purses for hair spray, dog treats, fashionable shoes, workout clothes, and baby wipes.
Did you ever wonder why the women now are fatter? It’s because they stopped dragging around bags full of heavy coins. “We have to give up something for progress.” said the bankers.
And the bankers were right. Now, a whole nation is hooked on debit cards. It’s easy, it’s fun, it’s so fast….and we can spend as much as we want and even more, and to make things even greater, we can go online to our bank accounts and see ALLLLLLLLLL the money we spent and how much it cost, and what we bought…and somewhere in cyberspace anyone can see just what where we bought it, and if there was sex involved.
You think the empty water bottles are a problem? It doesn’t even compare to the trail of every transaction being done every minute of the day. Yes, a huge paper trail of debit card transactions dominate the universe.
Nobody Thinks the great records of every transaction every man and women in the world have made, are hidden in Las Vegas, and under Harry Reid’s beck and call to sell this important information to the highest bidder—which is China. What? Do.you think we only sold them our garbage?
And now that they know everyone LOVES their debit card, it’s time to tax it every time you use it.
WHAT?
To make things fair, our bankers have decided that if you are a millionaire and buy a yacht for $250,000, and use your debit card…that transaction will only cost you 23 cents. (if our Congress has its way) And if you are a mere nobody, and want to buy a Slurpee at your local quickie mart for 99 cents, that transaction will cost you…23 cents.
It’s the hope and change that Obama promised!
Once again, the banks are NOT going to make much money off the millionaires, they aren’t millionaire for nothing you know, how do you think they got that way? Our “government” buttheads have to come up with some way to “tax’ the people.
The rich guys who own them, said, “You’d better figure out a way FAST, to save the banks!” Yes, the banks are in trouble—which means less money for the people who need lots of it. People are paying off their credit cards and the great profit from credit card fees is dwindling.
So, in comes the Federal Reserve: To save the merchants, it will price freeze the cost that the credit cards like Visa and MasterCard can charge them for each transaction. The banks will lose a big bulk of money, and so..they will charge you now for using a debit card. In other words, for using your own money. Pass the loss onto the customer.
No more toasters, no more crooks, no more banker’s dirty books.
Think: how many times a day do you use your debit card? On a average shopping day, I can go up to six to seven stores, that’s another $1.61 that the bank makes off me. I figure if I use my debit care just every other day, the bank will make around $300 dollars a year. Multiply that by 300 million and they make…
Now see, this is the problem. I can’t use my $1.00 calculator that I bought at the dollar store with my debit card to do this math. And that’s what they are counting on.
The little banks will be hurt by this, BECAUSE, many people will just take money out of their banks again and start paying cash. They will hide their money in grandma’s old underwear drawer. And those little banks will lose money, but the bigger banks, will have Uncle Bernanke to bail them out.
Like I said, I LOVE my debit card, but if the Feds get their way again, I’m going back to my hoarding, squirrely ways. And I know LOTS of places to hide my money.And if you come into my house looking for it, I’m saving you the trouble. My grandma is dead, and I… don’t wear underwear.
HA! Never Again!
Hacking Mark Zuckerman
Dear Mark Zuckerman: Please, Hack the Patent Office and Help the Little Inventor
Nobody Cares
I hope, that I am going to get off politics for one day and write about the movie, “The Social Network,” since I just watched it today for the first time. (That’s me and my friend Pattie.)
The movie was fascinating from the point of —is it right to “steal” an idea? I know something about this since I have gone threw the whole patenting process myself, and since Zuckerman actually, sort of..stole the FACEBOOK “idea” and was TIME’S MAN OF THE YEAR, in 2010, …so what does that say about ethics in business?
The so-called “Patent Reform Act of 2011” will destroy our patent system by setting up a system that disadvantages small inventors in favor of large corporations, makes it easier to infringe patents, easier to challenge patent rights in administrative proceedings and in the courts, and makes it more expensive for inventors to defend their patents.
So, call your senators and tell them to vote NO on the Patent Reform Act of 2011. It’s more important than you know.
Trolling for Capitalists!
There was a scheme called the “Land Bank” which promised hard pressed farmers and town mechanics a Utopia of paper money backed by real estate. The promoters were inflationist’s who propose to bring back prosperity by flooding the country with paper bills, and at the same time, to “humble the Merchants” by taking the control of currency out of their hands. (John C. Miller)
So here we are, 2011, and we have just seen two administrations do the very same thing, with billion dollar stimulus bailouts. Don’t tell me that they are not encouraging a “revolution” because we see the signs of it all around us. Pitting the rich, against the poor. And when the cashless online society finally becomes reality, ALL of us will be at mercy of the banks. The main leaders of the world want a one world currency— it’s what they all are calling for. And the control of currency will be out of all our hands, if that happens.“There is always a way to do it better….find it”
And I agree…there is a better way. Instead of sending the world back into communism, we should be foraging ahead to a new improved capitalistic system, free from government manipulations of monopolies who aim to push the common man down into the slavery of the few global elites. We need to get some checks and balances somehow to allow again the creativity of every individual mind who dares to dream, and to allow his or her dream to be protected, in freedom.About
I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
Joyanna Adams
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