<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348884314724122834</id><updated>2024-10-04T18:56:32.220-07:00</updated><category term="satire"/><category term="fun"/><category term="humor"/><category term="joke"/><category term="laugh"/><category term="car"/><category term="computer"/><category term="conspiracy"/><category term="conspiracy theory"/><category term="coffee"/><category term="work"/><category term="Starbucks"/><category term="cell phones"/><category term="communication"/><category term="computers"/><category term="facebook"/><category term="fat"/><category term="men"/><category 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work"/><category term="virtual world"/><category term="war"/><category term="wars"/><category term="web"/><category term="weight loss"/><category term="winter"/><category term="wives"/><category term="women&#39;s union"/><category term="wood"/><category term="world wide web"/><category term="wrong"/><title type='text'>Daily Satire</title><subtitle type='html'>It&#39;s taken me a few years, but I&#39;ve learned how to laugh at life. So, I figured, why not share my joy of making fun of life with others. Here it is, I hope you learn to laugh at life as I have. All the posts on this blog are my original work. &#xa;&#xa;If you&#39;ve got anything you&#39;d like to see me poke fun at, let me know. I avoid making fun of political parties, races or religions, so don&#39;t even bother with them. Just about anything else, especially anything from daily life is open game though.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Rev. Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426800482160589176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gVb-hy58Q4/TK8V-0fYhBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EK2gL_5l7DI/S220/Rich+10a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348884314724122834.post-7232431237202151834</id><published>2013-04-23T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-23T07:51:06.861-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coffee"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health food"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="satire"/><title type='text'>Coffee, the Unknown Health Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I’d like to take a moment to extol the benefits of coffee as
a health food. Too many health food nuts have maligned this amazing substance,
decrying caffeine for its healthy properties. However, our research has
determined that there are many cases in which coffee truly helps an individual’s
health… not only that, but it helps the health of those around them. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Anyone who’s ever tried to deal with a family member or
co-worker before they’ve had their morning cup of Java understands this. Their
lack of a morning pick-me-up can spell disaster for everyone around that poor
individual who wasn’t even awake enough to realize that they needed to fill
their mug, before seeing other people. Why, it’s almost like a Dr. Jekyll/ Mr.
Hyde sort of situation. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Yes, coffee has amazing transformational powers, which few
other substances can claim. Without it, much of society is nothing more than
monsters, dangerous to all they encounter. Now, if that doesn’t make drinking
coffee healthy, I don’t know what is. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
But wait… there’s more…&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
It has been determined through extensive scientific studies
that drinking coffee is one of the healthiest things to do while driving. The health
benefits of coffee while driving increase with the number of hours that one
spends behind the wheel. Without this wonder drink, drivers everywhere would
fall asleep driving, causing incredible harm to themselves and those around
them. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Clearly, all the talk about not getting distracted while
driving doesn’t apply to coffee. While texting may be a distraction, drinking
coffee while driving is a necessity. Any possible harm that the coffee may do
is more than overcompensated for by the amazing health benefit of not crashing
your car into a bridge abutment. Why, in this case, coffee is a true life
saver.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
So, you see, coffee truly is healthy. But, let’s look at one
more…&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
How about people who do dangerous work, without their morning
latte? Without the extra alertness that coffee imparts to them, they can be in
a truly dangerous place. One blink of the eye and they could lose a finger, or
even an arm. Yet, when wired by coffee, they have the nerves to quickly avoid
those dangerous pitfalls that are waiting to catch them on their jobs. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
It is clear that coffee is one of the healthiest things that
these people can consume; preventing dangerous accidents which could cause them
serious and permanent harm. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I could go on and on with such examples, but I think I’ve
given you enough to make my point. Coffee truly is a health food; perhaps the
most important of all health foods… that is, except for chocolate… I mean, it’s
hard to beat chocolate for anything. Okay, coffee is the second most important
health food out there, way above bean sprouts and barley greens. They don’t
have anywhere near the power that coffee has to protect our health. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I’d like to recommend the inventor of coffee for a
posthumous award of the Nobel peace prize. If there’s ever been anything that
has kept peace in people’s lives, than its coffee. The peace they receive from
that first cup of morning coffee goes beyond words, helping them to be in peace
with all men.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;h1 style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
*** NEWS FLASH ***&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
The long-awaited book, “Understanding Women” by Dr. Hewho
Knowsitall hit the book stands earlier today. This ground-breaking work has
been expected to help men everywhere, in their relentless efforts to understand
their wives, or at least manage to stay out of the doghouse. In only 10,523
pages, Dr. Knowsitall has given men a first-time insider’s look at a woman’s
thought process, breaking it down into only 7,641 easy to understand steps. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Although men literally formed lines at Barnes &amp;amp; Nobles
stores everywhere, much like they do at BestBuy for Black Friday, they didn’t
manage to get their hands on the first copies sold. As the doors opened, hordes
of angry women stormed the stores, beating the men to the display. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
At first, it wasn’t clear whether the women were after the
book to keep it out of men’s hands or simply so that they could understand
themselves. But the purpose of the women quickly became clear as they pulled out
their red pens and started making comments and corrections in the margins. It seems
that this was a planned demonstration by women nationwide. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Listening in at the comments that the women were making, as
their red pens were flying, it was clear that they didn’t think highly of Dr.
Knowsitall’s work. They were fast to discredit any imagined slight or error
they encountered, instead of applaud him for his ground-breaking effort. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
It is hard to say what the publisher is going to do now. The
work could go back for revision or might just be pulled off the bookstore
shelves. Whatever happens, it’s clear that men aren’t going to get the information
they sought and will have to continue living in the dog house, every time that they
can’t read their wives minds. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Stay tuned. We’ll bring you the latest updates on this
breaking story. Who knows, maybe reason will break out after all…. Naa.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Why you would want to buy a gazebo on eBay is beyond me. The
last one I saw was made of marble. Do you realize how much the shipping on that
monster would be? It would probably cost almost as much as buying the gazebo
itself. Then, you’d need a crane and a construction crew to unload it from the
truck and put it together at your house. Are you really sure you want a gazebo?
Well, if you do, here’s how to buy one…&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Look up the word “gazebo” on Dictionary.com so that you can
be sure you know what you’re talking about. You don’t want to get tricked into
buying a false gazebo, just because you don’t know what you’re looking for.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Check for gazebos on Wikipedia.com. That should give you a
pretty good history of gazebos. You’re buying a piece of history here, so you
should know what gazebos are all about. Don’t forget to check out the etymology
of the word “gazebo.” You wouldn’t want to misuse it.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;By now, you’re probably tired of looking at your computer.
Take a break, go down to the local Starbucks and buy me a Peppermint Mocha. You
can buy something for yourself too, if you’d like.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Get on eBay and do a search for “gazebo.” Make sure you don’t
misspell it, or who knows what you’ll end up with.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Notice that you’ve got a lot of junk that you don’t want. I
mean, how are you going to hold a party in a 9” tall gazebo or a picture of a
gazebo? You need to get rid of all that other junk. The easiest way to do that
is to click no Home &amp;amp; Garden in the filters. That way, there’s a much
better chance that the gazebos you see will be big enough to get inside.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Spend the next 4 hours perusing in detail all 6,432 gazebos
listed on eBay. Remember, you aren’t allowed to get up from your chair, get a
glass of water, or go to the bathroom in that time. That’s why you got your coffee
first.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Save the gazebos you like to your watch list. That way, you
can waste more time looking at them again.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Yes, you’ve got it, that’s the next step, go back and look
at all the ones you liked one more time, so that you can pick out a favorite.
Don’t bother removing the ones you decide you don’t like from your watch list,
you don’t want to lower the confusion factor.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Once you’ve spent another two hours narrowing it down to
your favorite, you’re ready to put in a bid. Make sure you don’t put in too
high a bid, after all, this is eBay… you know, it’s got to be cheap.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sit there biting your nails for the next day or two, while
you wait for somebody to outbid you. That won’t happen until the last 15
seconds, so that you don’t have enough time to outbid the outbidder.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Throw something at a wall, yell into a pillow, jump up and
down, and otherwise act immature because you didn’t get what you wanted.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Go back to step seven and repeat the cycle as many times as
necessary, getting more desperate each time, so that you are settling for something
you don’t like as much and bidding higher and higher.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Eventually you will win a gazebo that you don’t really want,
at a price that’s more than you wanted to pay, and with exorbitant shipping to
boot.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Don’t forget to pay! As eBay says, when you bid, you enter
into a contract to buy the gazebo of somebody else’s dreams once you bid.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Wait for your gazebo to get there, grumbling all the while
about having paid too much.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Try not to be there when the delivery truck arrives, hoping
that they’ll send it back. However, they won’t send it back, they’ll park your
nice new gazebo right in front of your door.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;
There you have it. Now, are you sure you really want to buy a gazebo on eBay? Wouldn’t you rather take that money and go on vacation somewhere that has a gazebo you can look at? It would be whole lot easier, and maybe even cheaper. No matter what, it will definitively be less stressful.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Note from author: There is no slight intended against eBay in this satire. I buy regularly via eBay and have never had anywhere close to this bad an experience. Like much of satire, this is an exaggeration, intended to make things look much worse than they actually are. eBay is a wonderful business and I personally appreciate them. This, on the other hand, was just written for fun.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Let me start by saying that I’m really not into conspiracy
theories, although I have seen a few that make me wonder… &amp;nbsp;Anyway, have you ever noticed how many people
don’t like Mondays? I used to think that it was people’s imaginations when they
said that Mondays were always bad. It was like they were expecting it to be
bad, so they were looking for it to be bad, so they had a bad attitude, so
everything ended up being bad. Kind of like a self-fulfilling prophecy. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Nevertheless, I have finally found compelling evidence that
shows me that Mondays are truly a conspiracy. Yes, they’re a conspiracy to make
us hate 1/7 of our life. Why anyone would want to make so many people miserable
is beyond me. However, there is no question that there is a secret society,
whose sole goal is to make everyone hate Mondays. What? You don’t believe me?
Look at this:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Almost all workplaces start the work week on Monday. If
there were no conspiracy, why wouldn’t some of them start on Tuesday, or
Wednesday?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;There are no traffic jams on Saturday of Sunday, yet every
Monday morning, millions of people are stuck in a long line of creeping
traffic.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Many companies pay on Friday, ensuring that their employees
blow their paychecks over the weekend and have to go back to work on Monday.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Monday night football has much lower viewership than Sunday
football, showing that most people are too tired and too bummed out to even
watch football.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Less is accomplished in any workplace on Mondays than any
other day of the week, except Fridays. Of course, on Fridays, everyone is too
busy thinking about the weekend to think about work.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;If it weren’t for Mondays, everyone could have a perpetual
weekend. While not much work would get done, people would be happier, doing
what they want to do, rather than doing what they have to do.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;












&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
So, why is it that this secret society is working so hard to
ruin everyone’s Mondays? The only thing that makes sense is to try and get
people to quit their jobs. Yes, this society is against the free enterprise, capitalistic
system that makes our economy strong. They’re working to being down industry,
making America a country of unemployed people who are dependent upon government
aid to function. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
This clearly must be a move on the parts of our foreign competitors.
If the old Soviet Union was still around, I’d say that they were a prime
candidate. However, with their demise, we must look elsewhere. It seems that it
would have to be some of the Pacific Rim countries, who are benefiting from
American companies sending our manufacturing jobs overseas. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Think of it. If the Chinese or Japanese can get us to quit
being a productive society, they guarantee that we’ll buy their products. There
won’t be any “buy American” campaigns, because there won’t be any American
products to buy. All they have to do is get American’s to quit producing, and
they guarantee their market dominance for the next 50 years or more. Quite a
business strategy, isn’t it?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
You have to realize that to stop working doesn’t mean that
we’ll stop consuming. We’re the biggest society of consumers in the world. Our lives
are built around consuming; we’re taught how to be consumers from the first
moment we look at a television. So, of course, we’ll keep on consuming.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
What’s that? How will we keep on consuming when we’re not
working? Simple; credit cards. The average American already spends ten percent
more than they earn. So, if you take away the income side of the equation, then
we can manage to spend 110 percent of what we earn. Actually, it’ll be more
than that, since we’ll have more time to consume, without all that pesky time
lost working. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
So, there you have it. Don’t fall for that conspiracy.
Embrace your Mondays! Be part of the one percent that actually enjoys going to
work! Don’t let foreign competition break you down!&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/feeds/3036216866479829402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/10/the-monday-conspiracy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/3036216866479829402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/3036216866479829402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/10/the-monday-conspiracy.html' title='The Monday Conspiracy '/><author><name>Rev. Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426800482160589176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gVb-hy58Q4/TK8V-0fYhBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EK2gL_5l7DI/S220/Rich+10a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348884314724122834.post-4074113254633215940</id><published>2012-07-18T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-18T08:38:19.337-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="computer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="divorce"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motherboard"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="satire"/><title type='text'>How to Replace a Motherboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Really now, are you sure you want to do that? Don’t you know
that divorce isn’t the answer? You get one divorce and all you’re going is
setting yourself up for a string of divorces. And what about your kids? Yeah, I
saw that; you’re talking about replacing their motherboard. Don’t you know that
you can’t replace a kid’s mother? Why, you might get another woman to do the
housework, but she’ll never be his mother. The most you can expect is that
they’ll develop a fondness for her as a step-motherboard.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
You know, you’d be a lot better off just fixing the
relationship you have. In the long run, that’ll work out better for everyone.
After all, whatever problems you have in this relationship are going to get
carried over into the next one. Just ask any woman, all the problems in your
marriage are your fault, not hers. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
If you do decide that you have to replace her, remember,
replacing a motherboard can be pretty expensive. You’ve got to figure in
alimony, child support and the horrendous fees that lawyers charge. I guarantee
you, you’re not going to win out on this deal. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
What if you lose custody of the little hard drives? You
know, she might get them. Then, it won’t be so much an issue of replacing the
motherboard as replacing the fatherboard. Yeah, have you thought of that?
That’s a big deal. You could end up out on the trash heap, all alone, without
anyone to connect to. Then what’ll you do? &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
So, like I said, you’re better off fixing the motherboard
you have, instead of replacing her. Now, you really can’t fix her, all you can
fix is you. Yeah, that’s right, you can’t change her at all; at least not in a
direct way. The only thing you can do is change you, and hope that the changes
in you will bring about a change in her. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Actually, that’s more effective anyway. The problems you
have with her probably have a lot to do with you. Are you sure you’re giving
her the right input? How about your power connection, is it good for her? Maybe
you’re filling up her memory with so much garbage, that the good stuff can’t
come out. You’ve heard it, “Garbage in, garbage out.”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Steps to Replacement&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Okay, so I haven’t convinced you. Well, if you’re still
going to replace your motherboard, here’s how to do it. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You’ve got to power down the system before doing anything,
and get everything disconnected from the case. Open it up and you’ll see the
motherboard laying there.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;First of all, make sure you have all your documentation in
order. You’re never going to get things to come out the way you want if you
don’t have the right information.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Next, find yourself a good lawyer. These things can be
tricky, and you want to make sure that you have the right protection. You’ve
need one that’s well grounded, to protect you and the new motherboard from a
shock.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Get everything out of the way that could cause problems.
Motherboards can be a bit hard to get to, with everything in the way. So, if
there’s anything between you and her, be sure to disconnect it and take it out
of the way.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Remove all her connections. You don’t want anything keeping
you from getting her out of there, once you unscrew her.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Unscrew the motherboard. Not all motherboards are held in
with screws, but most have at least a few. There are probably a bunch of
standoffs, which she’ll need to be lifted off from. That can be touchy, as
unhooking one standoff can cause another one to grab hold.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Once you’ve removed the old motherboard, you can install the
new one. It should go in right where the old one was. You’ll need to reconnect
everything to her and reinstall all the little cards. They may not connect in
the same places as the old ones did, but the connectors will be the same.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Conclusion&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Replacing your motherboard can make your computer hotter. Be
sure that you keep her well ventilated so that she doesn’t overheat. Hopefully,
everything will work out okay and you’ll enjoy your life with your newer,
faster motherboard. If not, you’re stuck with her, you’ve already thrown the
old one away, so there’s nothing you can do about it.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;hr width=&quot;60%&quot; /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Note to the reader: If you don&#39;t know what a motherboard is, it&#39;s the main circuit board in a computer. I just twisted the meaning a bit to write this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/feeds/4074113254633215940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/07/how-to-replace-motherboard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/4074113254633215940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/4074113254633215940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/07/how-to-replace-motherboard.html' title='How to Replace a Motherboard'/><author><name>Rev. Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426800482160589176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gVb-hy58Q4/TK8V-0fYhBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EK2gL_5l7DI/S220/Rich+10a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348884314724122834.post-1411659953295973764</id><published>2012-05-03T07:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-03T07:29:52.241-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="carbohydrates"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cholesterol"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fast food"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fat"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="french fries"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hamburgers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="overeating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="satire"/><title type='text'>The Last French Fry</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Have you noticed how the great meal deals of those fast food
restaurants keep getting bigger and bigger all the time? It seems that no
matter how big they are, we always want them just a little bit bigger. After
all, what does the government know, saying that we only need 2,000 calories per
day? Where in the Constitution does it give them a right to limit our food
intake? I’m an American; I have a right to eat all I want, or at least all I
can afford. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Why, if I want to eat all those calories in one sitting, I
should be able to. Just think of it, stop in for a quick bite of cholesterol,
fat and salt, all wrapped up in a supersized-jumbo-deluxe burger fiesta. Who
cares about eating healthy, bring it on! My doctor can give me something to
keep me healthy, that’s his job, not mine.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
You know, as big as those meals get, it seems like they’re
never big enough. You can sit there and pig out on all the cholesterol and
carbohydrates you want, but eventually, you get to that last French fry. Oh,
how sad it is to finally reach the bottom of the barrel, or at least the bottom
of the French fry wrapper. “Why can’t they make these things bigger?” you ask, “I
could keep on eating them for at least another hour.”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Yes, it’s a sad moment we all must face, when we finally get
to that last French fry. Yet, it comes to us all; that moment when we must say
goodbye to our super burger meal, with all its fat and calories. That last French
fry is consumed, and all we have left are the memories. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
There’s a sad finality to wadding up the wrappers, almost
like burying your pet cockroach. To have to throw away the clothing which held
that succulent juicy cholesterol burger, and those carbohydrate sticks we call
fries. Letting them go is like saying goodbye to an especially close friend. Even
so, this is a friends whom we get to take with us forever.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Maybe we should start naming our meals. Then, when we meet a
friends who we haven’t seen for years, we don’t need to be embarrassed about
our fat, we can instead introduce them to all our friends. “This here, that’s
Marv, he was a triple burger I ate on the Fourth of July; and this over here,
well, she was special; that was the three pound burrito I ate on New Year’s.
Yeah, me and my friends here, we get along great. I’ve kept them safe and warm
for a long time.”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Of course, naming every French fry might be a bit much. It would
be hard to keep track of all those names. It might just be easier to name every
roll of fat, like “the French fry hills” and “soft drink slope.” Yeah, that
would be easier to remember. Then, they could all get together, like a little
family. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
You see, there’s no reason to get sad about that last French
fry. Yes, your taste buds will have to say goodbye to them, but the rest of you
can welcome them with open arms, welcoming them home to stay… forever.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/feeds/1411659953295973764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/05/last-french-fry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/1411659953295973764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/1411659953295973764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/05/last-french-fry.html' title='The Last French Fry'/><author><name>Rev. Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426800482160589176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gVb-hy58Q4/TK8V-0fYhBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EK2gL_5l7DI/S220/Rich+10a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348884314724122834.post-504606730292389453</id><published>2012-04-25T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-25T07:54:21.322-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="computers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Internet"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="satire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="virtual life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="virtual work"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="virtual world"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="web"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="world wide web"/><title type='text'>Virtual Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Ever since the first affordable personal computer was built,
the PC has been working hard to integrate itself into every area of our lives. Where
once computers were massive artifacts, relegated to the geeks in their IT
departments, requiring a computer science degree to understand, they have
become simple enough for small children to teach their parents how to use. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Adding the World Wide Web and broadband connectivity has
only helped to integrate the computer even more fully into our lives. Why, we
are surrounded by computers today, with computers on our desks, computers in
our phones, computers in our cars and even computers in our appliances. It’s
just about to the point where we can access our refrigerator from work, check
to see what’s inside it and have our oven start cooking it, all from the comfort
of our computer.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
With Internet access, you no longer need to even leave your
home. You can do your shopping online, check out the movies you want to see,
read the books you want to read (do people still read?) and interact with people
all over the world. Why, friendships have even been reshaped&amp;nbsp; by the Internet, now a friend is someone you
don’t know, but laugh at their funny photos and comments on Facebook. You can
even fall in love, get married and live happily ever-after with someone through
your computer; without ever having to see them.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Yes, the avatar has replaced the person. We’re all in the
process of becoming little images of who we think we are, whether that has anything
to do with who we really are or not. You can now fall in love with a beautiful
avatar of the girl of your dreams, without ever knowing who she really is. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Soon, social media will take over people’s lives; they will
no longer live a real life, but merely a virtual one. These new people will go
to virtual schools, earn money in virtual work, eat virtual food, form virtual relationships
and have virtual children. No longer will they need to worry about real life,
they can enjoy their virtual one instead. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Let’s just look at virtual jobs as an example. They’re much
better than real jobs, because you don’t have to do them all day. You can just
show up once in a while, and with a few mouse clicks, you’ve earned your money
for the day. Then you can go on a shopping spree to spend that virtual money on
virtual stuff. Stop in and visit your virtual girlfriend and take her out for a
virtual meal. Since you’re paying for it with virtual money, paint the town, it
won’t cost you a cent.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I think the next step down the road towards virtual life is
when they start making portable computer packs with the screens in goggles. Then
people won’t have to leave their virtual world for anything. As they drive down
busy city streets, they can change the scenery to a virtual countryside,
populated by elves and unicorns and other fairy-tale creatures. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Just think, you’d never have to deal with an angry boss
again. If your boss showed up, you could just delete him. That annoying
co-worker could be changed into a cat. The customer who gives you a hard time
could be converted to a horse and you could go riding off into the sunset. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Yes, this virtual life has potential. If there ever was a
drug for the masses, it’s not cocaine, it’s the virtual world. Forget about
having to get away from your problems, you can just get rid of them. Talk about
looking at life through rose colored glasses, you can have your virtual glasses
show life in any color you want. Ahh, what a life… who would want a real life,
when you can have a virtual one?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/feeds/504606730292389453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/virtual-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/504606730292389453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/504606730292389453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/virtual-life.html' title='Virtual Life'/><author><name>Rev. Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426800482160589176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gVb-hy58Q4/TK8V-0fYhBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EK2gL_5l7DI/S220/Rich+10a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348884314724122834.post-365516080854831969</id><published>2012-04-23T07:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-23T07:19:49.223-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chocolate"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="energy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="energy drinks"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="satire"/><title type='text'>The Missing Energy Drink Ingredient</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Perhaps you’ve been asleep for the last few years and missed
it, but the nation is becoming overrun by energy drinks. According to the
commercials, all one needs to do, when feeling tired in the middle of the afternoon,
is grab an energy drink and you’ll be back to work, bustling with energy and
filled with a joy to be working once again. I’m not sure if those drinks are
about giving one energy or making one fall in love with their work.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Has anyone ever checked what those things contain? Are we
sure that they’re not filled with drugs? Maybe they’re really some sort of
special drug, manufactured under a joint venture agreement by a number of
companies; with the goal of making people work harder. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Our youth seem to be especially enamored with these energy
drinks. Like fancy coffee, sushi rolls and expensive ice cream; energy drinks
seem to be created especially for the younger generation. What people used to
call normal tiredness is now looked at as a problem, which needs the solution
of an energy drink. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Have you seen the price of those things? Why, they’ve got to
be more expensive per gallon than gasoline. If one was to have an energy drink
a day, they’d need the extra energy, just to make enough money to pay for their
energy drink habit. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Of course, the easy solution to this is for the cheapskates
amongst us, is to start making our own energy drinks. It’s a fairly simple
recipe. All you need is three parts sugar, one part pure caffeine and some sort
of a bad tasting liquid base to put it in; and voila! You’ve got you own “designer
energy drink.” If you want to make it more impressive, add some ginseng or
other exotic sounding roots and herbs. The more of those sorts of ingredients
you can add, the more impressive it will sound to your friends. Even so, it’s the
sugar and caffeine that will make it work.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I don’t know how, but in all this hype of energy drinks,
everyone has missed the greatest energy food of all… chocolate. How can so many
companies create drinks which are supposed to make you full of energy, and
forget the greatest energy food of all times? It’s mind boggling, that’s what
it is. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
At least with chocolate, one knows what they’re getting.
With some of those drinks, I’m not all that sure. Maybe they give you energy,
and then again, maybe they just convince you that they’re giving you energy.
Whichever it is, they’d definitely do a better job with that ageless magic
ingredient called chocolate added in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/feeds/365516080854831969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/missing-energy-drink-ingredient.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/365516080854831969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/365516080854831969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/missing-energy-drink-ingredient.html' title='The Missing Energy Drink Ingredient'/><author><name>Rev. Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426800482160589176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gVb-hy58Q4/TK8V-0fYhBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EK2gL_5l7DI/S220/Rich+10a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348884314724122834.post-970097436554179689</id><published>2012-04-22T07:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-22T07:29:50.502-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beavers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chipmunks"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="machining"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="satire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="squirrels"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tools"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wood"/><title type='text'>Chipmunk Machining Operations</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
A new technological breakthrough has been made in the area
of machining operations, specifically in the machining of wood. Recent advances
in animal training has made possible the training of chipmunks to carry out
detailed wood machining operations. This is a tremendous advance over the
previous gold standard of using squirrels.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
The history of using animals for forming wood products goes
back to the days when the first beavers were trained to cut logs for cabins. By
comparison to training chipmunks, beavers are much more easily adapted to these
woodworking functions, since they have a natural affinity to wood. Unfortunately,
their large size, and the large size of their teeth makes it difficult to use
beavers for any sort of fine detail work.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
The most difficult part of training beavers was in getting
them to follow the blueprint. Although great woodcutters, they are accustomed
to following their own whim, not concerning themselves with such trivialities
as dimensions and tolerances. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
In more recent times, muskrats and squirrels have been trained
to replace beavers. While these smaller animals can never reach the peak of
efficiency of even a sick beaver, their smaller size produces finer finishes
and more intricate parts. Squirrels especially seem to have an affinity for
following drawings and blueprints, almost mocking the designer in their unerring
accuracy. Their ability to grasp the use of measuring devices was a true surprise
to their trainers. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Yet, all this has been eclipsed with the new generation of
chipmunk carvers. Being considerably smaller than even squirrels, chipmunks can
provide a level of detail to their work which their larger cousins can only
dream of. When fine intricate work is needed, chipmunks are truly a world-class
choice. Not only do their smaller teeth give them the ability to do this detail
work, but chipmunks seem to have a built-in measuring system, which surpasses
the squirrels’ use of measuring devices. One look at a drawing and a chipmunk
can reproduce every detail perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;
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Experimentation is underway to expand the use of chipmunks
for materials other than wood. An ongoing experiment, where their teeth are
replaced by tungsten-carbide implants is underway, seeing if the natural
machining ability of chipmunks can be applied to metal fabrications work as
well.&lt;/div&gt;
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There is also some interest in using them for the plastics industry,
as training a chipmunk is much cheaper than building an injection mold. While
it is sure that the chipmunks can gnaw their way through many plastics, it
appears that they don’t like the flavor. New formulations are under
development, creating flavored plastics, which will be much more palatable to the
tongue of the chipmunk.&lt;/div&gt;
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It is theorized that the new capabilities that chipmunks
bring to the machining industry will revolutionize many designs, taking
advantage of the new ability to provide greater detail and finer accuracy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/feeds/970097436554179689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/chipmunk-machining-operations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/970097436554179689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/970097436554179689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/chipmunk-machining-operations.html' title='Chipmunk Machining Operations'/><author><name>Rev. Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426800482160589176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gVb-hy58Q4/TK8V-0fYhBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EK2gL_5l7DI/S220/Rich+10a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348884314724122834.post-4708504363387031593</id><published>2012-04-20T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-20T07:52:17.407-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="election"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="IRS"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="satire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="taxes"/><title type='text'>The Never-ending Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
If there’s one thing I’ve learned about human nature through
the years, it’s that people like to complain. Granted, some like to complain
more than others; and some show some genuine artistry in their ability to
complain, while others are just your run-of-the-mill complainers. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Being an election year, the complainers are out in full
force. One party complains about the other’s policies, making them out to be a
bunch of villains, and the other complains back. Some of these complaints are
rather remarkable. I mean, the people who make them up must be way out there to
come up with them. Why, they’ll take something that a candidate says and twist,
turn, fold, spindle and mutilate it into something totally different, on a
totally different topic.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I haven’t decided if these spin doctors are on drugs, from the
planet Xircon or just escapees from insane asylums. Once the campaign is over,
they shouldn’t bother going to work for the government; I’m sure that they
could make more money writing fiction. They’ve already got the experience. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Leaving these professional complainers behind; let’s get
back to the run-of-the mill complainer. It seems that many of them are only
happy when they are complaining. I mean, have you looked at Facebook lately? At
least ten percent of the comments on there are somebody complaining about something
or someone that the rest of us couldn’t care less about. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Maybe complaining is a safety valve for these people, to
keep them from exploding. If that’s the case, then it would seem to me that we
would be doing them a favor to help ensure that they always had something to
complain about. It could be sort of a fall-back position, for moments when they
run out of other things to complain about. That way, they’d always be
miserable, which should make them always be happy.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
All we need is something that’s big enough and long lasting
enough that it becomes a permanent problem in their lives. At the same time, it’s
can’t be so big that it overshadows all other complaints. If it were to reach
those cosmic proportions, they might get bored of complaining about it, and
just become miserable. No, there needs to be a very careful balance there,
between being big enough to complain about and small enough to allow other
complaints to overshadow it.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
If we want to do this right, we would need to gift this
problem equally to everyone at a very young age. That way, we couldn’t be
accused of discrimination against complainers. Since they would be young, we’d
need to educate them about the problem, so that they would have a true appreciation
of it. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
This sounds like a job for the public schools. We could
institute an elementary school class, which infuses the mind of our children
with a life-long problem, like taxes or the national debt, so that they could
learn how to worry and complain about it at a very young age. Actually, it
wouldn’t be hard to do.&amp;nbsp;All it would take is to lower the age for paying income
taxes to five years old. Then, the IRS could be after the kiddies, to make them
pay income tax on their allowance. If anything would be a problem for a child, that
would be it.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
This might even put an end to the problem of people who don’t
pay their income taxes. By starting them out young, when they are still quite
impressionable, they would be indoctrinated by the time they became adults. Then,
even the bum on the streets would be accustomed to paying taxes on their
panhandling.&amp;nbsp;Hmm, this could be boon for the American government; more tax
revenue, without raising taxes.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Let’s not lose track of the focus though. Increased tax revenue
is only a side-benefit. The true goal here is to help out the complainers,
giving them ready access to something that they could complain about. While indoctrinating
them early would be a major part of that plan, regular reminders are necessary
as well. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Perhaps going back to Roman times, and installing tax
collecting booths would help keep people reminded of their tax burden. Except,
instead of putting them at the entrances of cities, we could put them at the
exits of the workplaces. Then, people would be able to pay their own income
taxes, instead of having their employer take it out of their check. If they don’t
pay, they don’t get to leave work.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Aha, once again we have a way to boost tax revenue, while
doing the people a favor. Get all those bureaucrats out of the IRS offices and
into the workplaces, where they can really make people miserable. That’s the IRS’s
goal anyway; why not help them do it even better?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/feeds/4708504363387031593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/never-ending-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/4708504363387031593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/4708504363387031593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/never-ending-problem.html' title='The Never-ending Problem'/><author><name>Rev. Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426800482160589176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gVb-hy58Q4/TK8V-0fYhBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EK2gL_5l7DI/S220/Rich+10a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348884314724122834.post-7310585328489239453</id><published>2012-04-18T08:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-18T08:04:37.770-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="congress"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="government"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="satire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="taxes"/><title type='text'>Professional Spenders</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
There have been some notices floating around Facebook lately
about how much a congress-critter makes. According to those notices, once you’ve
been elected to “public office” at the national level, your salary is guaranteed
for the rest of your life. They’ve got the best unemployment and retirement package
in existence. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Like many, that has bothered me a bit; but, I think I’ve
finally gotten to understand it. You see, the only things that those
congress-critters know how to do is tell other people what they can’t do and
throw other people’s money at problems. So, once they are forcibly retired,
they can’t get another job.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
So, as unfair as it is, I guess there is some twisted logic
in paying these professional spenders a lifetime severance package. Of course,
that doesn’t justify such a big golden parachute, at least not in the mind of Archie
Bunker and friends. Nevertheless, they’re probably worth at least $1.95 per
year. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
There’s nowhere in the private sector for a professional
spender. While some may argue that purchasing agents spend their company’s
money, there’s a huge difference between corporate spending and government spending.
You see, with corporate spending, the company receives something in return; and
that something they receive has to be of equal value to the money they spent.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
On the other hand, congress doesn’t worry about receiving
something for what they spend. After all, it’s tax money; something that no “public
servant” in their right mind would even bother to think about. They don’t have
to show a profit or any return on investment, so it’s easy to throw the
taxpayers’ money at problems, real or perceived. It’s all an illusion anyway.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Perhaps we should rename Congress, “The Department of
National Spending.” That would, at least, be a more accurate description of
their function. We could then change the way in which they spend money, by eliminating
the voting on bills, and let each congress-critter spend their “fair share” of
tax revenue as they see fit. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Under this plan, each congress-critter would be allocated
$5,000,000,000 per year to spend (that’s five billion, in case you got lost
counting all those zeroes). The various departments within the government would
compete for allocation of that money, lobbying the congress-critters to support
their department.&amp;nbsp;Of course, some departments would have the help of
special-interest groups for their lobbying efforts, so lobbyists wouldn’t lose
their jobs. Then the congress-critter decides where they which department they
will give their five billion to.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
The money could all be given to one department or could be
divided in any way, between all the different departments of the government. If
a particular congress-critter doesn’t like what a department is dong, they
could withhold support from that department, attempting to force them to make
cuts. If there’s a department which seems to be doing an outstanding job, congress
could respond by giving them more money. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Of course, the Senate would try and claim that they have a
right to allocate a greater amount of government spending than the House of
Misrepresentatives. However, it’s actually the House which is supposed to
control spending, not the Senate. So, this could be one place where the two
houses could be at least equal.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Then there’s the President. He’s going to want to get in on the
act as well. After all, the best thing about being president is having a
greater ability to pass out money than Congress does. So, I suppose we’d have
to allocate $100,000,000,000 (that’s one-hundred billion) to the president, for
him to spread around.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
If nothing else, this new plan might encourage better
controls on government spending. Gosh, maybe someone would realize that the government
needed to learn how to run efficiently; a word that they can’t even spell, let
alone apply. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Another clear advantage of this program would be that
congress-critters would have more free time in their schedules to get a real
job. That way, they’d have something to fall back on, when they get out of
office. Yep, learning how to flip burgers would be a real improvement over
their current skills, which consist of lying, cheating and stealing. At least
with flipping burgers, they could contribute something to society, instead of
just taking from it.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/feeds/7310585328489239453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/professional-spenders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/7310585328489239453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/7310585328489239453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/professional-spenders.html' title='Professional Spenders'/><author><name>Rev. Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426800482160589176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gVb-hy58Q4/TK8V-0fYhBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EK2gL_5l7DI/S220/Rich+10a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348884314724122834.post-4973213694401013525</id><published>2012-04-17T08:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-17T08:38:36.918-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cell phones"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="model year"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="satire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="technology"/><title type='text'>Keepin’ Up with Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Way back when, when Henry Ford came out with his Model T,
there was only one model to choose from. The options list consisted of colors;
you could have any color you wanted, as long as it was black. That was it.
Although he did end up coming out with a few versions of the original
(roadsters, coupes and touring versions) Henry sold that same basic model of
car for 19 years. It didn’t matter if you bought one in 1909 or 1928, the parts
were still interchangeable. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Of course, his competitors saw this as a disadvantage; but
they didn’t have Ford’s interest in providing benefit to society, they were
more interested in getting people to buy their cars. Hence, the invention of the
model year. Yep, change the car a little bit each year, and you can surely get
some people to get rid of their old one and buy the new one.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
While those model year changes could be a bit of a hassle to
keep up with, they were nothing compared to the model week changes we’re seeing
today. Have you ever tried to keep up with the changes in digital camera
models, or even worse, cell phones? If you go into a store to look at cell
phones today, and decide to think about it a few days before buying it; there’s
a good chance that when you go back to the store, that model will have been
replaced by a newer one. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
It has become so hard to keep up with the latest and
greatest cell phone designs that some businesses are considering a phone rental
program. With this very expensive program, you wouldn’t actually buy your
phone, you’d merely rent it. Actually, you would be renting the phone as part
of your service agreement. The company would guarantee that you would always have
the latest and greatest of your particular phone style. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
What this would mean is that when your phone model was
replaced by a newer design, you would receive a newer phone. The company would
send you a text message, informing you that your phone was due for a trade up. You’d
go to the store, and they’d replace your one week old phone with the newer
model. They’d even transfer all your phone numbers, pictures and apps over for
you.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Since you’d only used the old phone for a week, it would
probably still look like new; so the store could&amp;nbsp;then sell it to someone who
wasn’t as concerned about having the latest and greatest as you are.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Maybe they could even go to a multi-tiered system. People in
tier one, who would of course pay the highest premiums, would get the latest
phone. After a week or two, when they traded them in, those phones would go to
the people in tier two, who paid a bit less. Those would be people who wanted
the latest technology, but weren’t so concerned about showing up their friends
and co-workers. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
After another month or so, those people would then trade
their still almost new phone in, where it would go to the tier three
cheapskates, who would keep the phone for a year. They’d still have something pretty
nice and pretty new, but wouldn’t have the latest and greatest. This tier would
be for people who like high-tech, but don’t have a latest-and-greatest sort of
budget.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Just think of all the time a system like this could save. Instead
of having to keep track of the latest model releases, you could just wait till
you’re informed by your service provider. You’d always have the latest, or
close to the latest, if you chose tier two, without any of the annoying
decision making that you have to go through now. Since you’d be making a
monthly payment for your phone anyway, there would be no reason not to trade
up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I can see this system rapidly expanding to include digital
cameras, computers, and even flat-screen televisions. You’d never have to worry
about keeping up with the Jones’, they’d be trying to keep up with you. You’d
finally win the game and truly be keeping up with technology.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/feeds/4973213694401013525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/keepin-up-with-changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/4973213694401013525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/4973213694401013525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/keepin-up-with-changes.html' title='Keepin’ Up with Changes'/><author><name>Rev. Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426800482160589176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gVb-hy58Q4/TK8V-0fYhBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EK2gL_5l7DI/S220/Rich+10a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348884314724122834.post-325220041205423426</id><published>2012-04-16T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-16T08:00:42.830-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alarm"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="avoid"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="negativity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="satire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work"/><title type='text'>Negativity Alarm</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
In case you haven’t noticed yet, the world in which we live
is rather negative. In fact, it’s very negative. Many things are expressed in a
negative way, rather than a positive one. Take traffic lights for instance, I’m
sure you’ve noticed that they’re called “stop lights;” well, why not call them “go
lights?” After all, that’s what we’re all waiting for, them to signal us that
we can go, not that we can stop.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
If you take a moment to look around, you’ll notice all kinds
of things like this. It’s no wonder that there are so many negative, depressed
people in the world; it’s almost like society is working overtime to make us
that way. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
On the flip side of the coin, we look suspiciously at people
who are always smiling, happy and positive. There’s something about them, which
makes us all wonder if they’re on something. Either that or we just figure that
they’re out of touch with reality. After all, we all know that life is full of
problems, so they can’t be all that happy, not without something to help them
along.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
In a recent in-depth study done by me, I looked at the lives of three
people, my pet dog, the neighbor’s cat and four birds in our back yard. In this
earth-shaking study, I discovered that negativity breeds negativity. That’s
right, if you are around people who are negative all the time, you too will
learn how to be negative. Every wondered why you’re so negative? It’s from
listening to your mother tell you “No!” all those years you were growing up. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Yep, if your mother had just been more positive, you’d be so
too. Of course, everyone else might think that you belong in a funny farm, but
that’s their problem. It’s not your fault that they were born to negative
mothers. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
The obvious solution to this problem is to avoid negative
people. Hindu gurus do this by climbing the highest mountain they can find, and
hiding out in a cave up there. They spend their days meditating on nothing,
because there’s nothing much that one can do hiding out in a cave. C’mon now,
what would you do if you spent all your days in a cave in the mountains?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Well, for those of us that want a little more excitement in
our lives than what cave life offers, we need a way to avoid negativity, while
still living in the midst of society. That would mean that we need a negativity
alarm. Since negative people put off a negative vibe, somebody should be able
to develop an electronic device which alerts us at their pending arrival. That
would give us the chance to duck out quickly, before they appear. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
The same device could probably home in on positive people,
providing us with a way of getting closer to those crazies who always see life
through rose colored glasses. You know who I mean, the people who always have a
smile on their faces, a joke on their lips and a laugh on their belly.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Of course, with so much negativity in the world, the alarm
would probably be going off constantly. I think that could be overcome though. There
would probably be a learning curve for new users, in which their device would help
them identify the negative influences in their lives. Once those were
identified, they could restructure their lives to avoid all those negative
influences. Of course, that might require the aforementioned cave in the mountains.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I can see where businesses and schools would quickly be
making rules to outlaw the use of such devices. Since students generally think
that their teachers are negative, taking away their freedom to hang out with their
friends, alarms would be going off constantly. Likewise in workplaces, since
most people aren’t thrilled with their bosses. Managing would be extremely
tricky when every employee would have an alarm to tell them when their boss was
getting close. “Quick everyone, pretend to work, the boss is coming.” &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Even with these restrictions, I still think this device
would be worth inventing. People could avoid at least some of the negativity in
their lives, like court dates, dentist appointments and bill collectors. Just
think how much happier most people would be without those.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/feeds/325220041205423426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/negativity-alarm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/325220041205423426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/325220041205423426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/negativity-alarm.html' title='Negativity Alarm'/><author><name>Rev. Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426800482160589176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gVb-hy58Q4/TK8V-0fYhBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EK2gL_5l7DI/S220/Rich+10a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348884314724122834.post-7262881222171806032</id><published>2012-04-14T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-14T07:45:07.606-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coffee"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Java"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="satire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Starbucks"/><title type='text'>How Much was that Cup of Coffee?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Whatever happened to the day of the 29&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;₵&lt;/span&gt; cup of coffee? Okay, okay, I know, inflation
had something to do with it. Even so, with 216% inflation over the last 30
years, that 29&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;₵&lt;/span&gt; cup should only be 63&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;₵&lt;/span&gt; now. Yet, the last time I went into a
coffee shop, I paid over $4.00 for my cup of Java. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I remember a campaign against cigarette smoking that took place in
the 70’s. Somebody had gone through the math to figure out how expensive
cigarette smoking was. Their campaign focus was about how much the average
smoker could save by quitting. While the campaign wasn’t very effective, it
still showed how expensive a habit smoking could be. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Well, guess what, our national coffee habit is pretty expensive
too. Let’s see, if one cup of coffee is $4.00, then a 2 cup per day habit costs
$2,920.00 per year. Wow, that’s enough money to go on vacation (okay, so I do
cheap vacations). Think of the benefits of giving up your coffee habit; all
that money you’d save, fewer problems with your nerves; and it’d be so much
easier to fall asleep at your desk. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Okay, so maybe giving up coffee isn’t such a good idea. I
really don’t think a national movement is going to start on that one. But still,
what makes it so expensive? Starbucks closed all their stores one day, a few
years back; so that they could use the day for training. From what I’ve heard
from an inside source, the training was about how to say, “That’ll be $7.00 for
your coffee” without cracking a smile.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
And so, the quest for the perfect cup of coffee goes on. The
big boys battle over market share, while the little guys seek to beat them out
on quality. Coffee drinks get more and more exotic, straying farther and
farther away from your basic cup of Java. Who knows, before long, we may not
even be able to tell that it contains coffee beans. I can just see the day,
when coffee drinks have become so changed, that you can’t even tell what they
are. Here are a few which I hear are under development:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Kennedy Cup&lt;/b&gt; –
Gold dust is sprinkled over the whipped cream, making it the most expensive cup
of coffee around. They just can’t seem to get the gold to keep from falling to
the bottom.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Socialist Cup&lt;/b&gt;
– You have to share half of it with the person behind you in the line.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Stock Trader’s
Cup&lt;/b&gt; – The price goes up and down all day. The trick is to figure out when is
the best time to buy and when is the best time to drink.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Teacher’s Cup&lt;/b&gt;
– A miniature .MP3 player gives you a history lesson about coffee.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Catalytic
Converter Cup&lt;/b&gt; – A strip of platinum in your coffee is supposed to remove the
caffeine. They just haven’t been able to get it to work yet.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Health Cup&lt;/b&gt; –
It’s actually an herbal concoction, that’s supposed to give you the daily doses
of vitamins. They top it with artificial, low calorie, low fat, low flavor
whipped cream and a coffee bean (decaffeinated) so that you think it’s coffee.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Designer Color Coffee&lt;/b&gt;
– You can pick the color of your coffee; mauve, pink, emerald green, royal blue
and lemon yellow will be the first to come out.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edible Coffee Cups&lt;/b&gt;
– In an effort to “go green” manufacturers are experimenting with edible cups.
The biggest problem they seem to have is keeping them from dissolving before
you can finish your coffee.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Socialists the world over have done a great disservice to
the inventor of socialism. Karl Marx has been given this honor, but those that
are in the know understand that he was only copying the ideas of a much earlier
socialist. This first socialist started working to bring about class equality
and eliminate socioeconomic classes in the middle ages. By comparison, Marx is
a latecomer, not writing his socialist theories till the later half of the
1800s.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
This first socialist is one who is even wider known than
Marx, even though he has never received proper credit for his work. In fact,
his existence has been relegated to legend, ignoring the important social work
that he did in his time. I am speaking, of course, of Robin Hood.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
While Robin Hood’s philosophy was much simpler than that of
Marx, nor did it include the ravings of the latter. Hood didn’t see a need to
foment revolution or destruction of society as it was known, he was only
interested in the redistribution of wealth. While Marx spoke of a utopian
society where everyone was equal, Hood was more pragmatic, recognizing the differences
that existed and doing what he could to create financial equality and help the
poor.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Yet, Hood’s basic philosophy is stated throughout Marx’s
writings. While Marx encouraged the masses to rise up in revolt, in order to take
what he felt was rightfully theirs, Hood just took what Marx was after. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Ever since Marx’s time, socialist movements worldwide have
concentrated on Robin Hood’s basic philosophy, that of stealing from the rich,
so that the poor could have it. Regardless of whom they give the credit to,
their philosophy remains the same, “they have it, we want it, let’s take it.”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Unfortunately, this great socialistic hero is depicted in
folklore as a criminal. Granted, a hero criminal, but a criminal nevertheless. Had
he accomplished what he did through revolution or politics, he would be seen as
a progressive political genius, but his methods leave even the most hard-core
socialists shaken. While they want to take what the rich have, they also want
to do so under the cover of law. In other words, they want to create laws which
permit them to steal, not just do the action.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Perhaps someday, Robin will receive his due praise for his
visionary social programs. Maybe once the world becomes socialist, they will
recognize the contributions made by this great hero. When everyone is equally
poor, they will cry out for a new Robin Hood to rob from the rich whom they
have eliminated, to give more to them.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/feeds/1793901140545180037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/hail-to-first-socialist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/1793901140545180037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/1793901140545180037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/hail-to-first-socialist.html' title='Hail to the First Socialist'/><author><name>Rev. Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426800482160589176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gVb-hy58Q4/TK8V-0fYhBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EK2gL_5l7DI/S220/Rich+10a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348884314724122834.post-5837436228343722790</id><published>2012-04-12T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-12T07:58:29.442-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="daylight savings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="satire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sunlight"/><title type='text'>Whatever are they Saving all that Daylight for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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For almost a century now, our government has been mandating
the savings of time, each and every year. For over 200 days per year, we have
been saving one hour per day. That makes a total of almost 23,000 hours that we
have in the national daylight bank. That’s more than 950 days of sunshine, over
two-and-a-half full years. &lt;/div&gt;
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One has to wonder about the purpose of saving all this
daylight. Were our forefathers so interested in the potential of solar energy,
that they were willing to sacrifice all that time for future generations? Did
they see that there would come a day when the hustle and bustle of everyday
life would mean that we didn’t have enough time for the things that really
matter? Were they concerned that global warming would turn the sun dark, and
wanted to be sure that future generations would have the opportunity to know
what sunlight was like? &lt;/div&gt;
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Regardless of their reason, which has long since been lost
in the corridors of history, it’s clear that this was a long-term plan. Even today,
we’re still stashing away daylight, against that future cataclysm, which will
cause our great-great-great-great-grandchildren to have need of all that stored
up sunlight.&lt;/div&gt;
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I’ve never been able to figure out how they really save that
daylight. The Daylight Savings bank must be a truly huge place, in order to be storing
daylight for all those years. Why, it’s probably bigger than the Boeing plant
in Everett, Washington. I imagine that scientists have come up with some sort
of way to compress the daylight, so that it would take up less space. Otherwise,
that building would have to be even bigger. After all, it’s storing the
daylight of the entire country. &lt;/div&gt;
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Compressed daylight would have to be even more potent than
regular daylight. Forget about sunblock, even SPF 100 wouldn’t mean anything. You’d
need a sun shield, something like one inch thick steel plate. Imagine the
energy potential. If we could just find a way to harness that concentrated sunlight,
we’d end any real or imagined energy crisis. Of course, our modern solar panels
would probably just burn up under that concentrated sunlight. &lt;/div&gt;
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Even with the potential advantages, I’m not sure that I
agree with the idea of banking all that daylight. After all, we’re being told
to make this sacrifice, without being given any reason why. We don’t even get
an opportunity to opt out. Daylight savings time happens, whether we want it to
or not. While there are three states which have chosen not to participate, that
required the whole state getting up on their proverbial hind legs to say one
collective “No!” I guess the rest of the states just don’t have the gumption to
do that. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Well, it appears that we’re still going to be banking all
that daylight, whether I want to or not. I just hope those future generations,
who get to use our daylight, appreciate the sacrifice we’ve made for them.
Otherwise, it’s just an exercise in futility.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/feeds/5837436228343722790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/whatever-are-they-saving-all-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/5837436228343722790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/5837436228343722790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/whatever-are-they-saving-all-that.html' title='Whatever are they Saving all that Daylight for?'/><author><name>Rev. Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426800482160589176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gVb-hy58Q4/TK8V-0fYhBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EK2gL_5l7DI/S220/Rich+10a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348884314724122834.post-7485030864488167696</id><published>2012-04-10T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-10T08:37:25.591-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cell phone"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cell phones"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="history"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="satire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="technology"/><title type='text'>In Search for the Ultimate Cell Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember when cell phones came out. They were about the
size of a hard cover novel and about as heavy too. To answer them, you’d have
to unzip the case to get to the phone handset inside. You couldn’t just carry
the handset around with you though, as it was connected to a black box, which
held the rest of the guts of the phone. &lt;/div&gt;
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From there, cell phones gradually got smaller. A favorite
game, when businessmen gathered, was to show off their cell phones. One would take
his out of his jacket pocket, in order to make a legitimate call. Seeing this,
anyone who had a smaller phone would pull theirs out of their pocket, so that
they could show off. Generally speaking, whoever had the smallest phone was
king of the hill. That could get a bit sticky at times, especially when one had
a smaller cell phone than their boss.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Cell phones continued to grow smaller and smaller, and
flip-phones, patterned after the Star Trek communicator began to take over the
marketplace. In Japan, the country of miniaturization, they started building
them into watches, making even Dick Tracy jealous. Yet, the quest for the smallest
cell phone continued. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
It seemed that this would go on indefinitely, getting to the
point where we’d have our cell phones implanted in our fingers, like Inspector
Gadget. That is, until something shocking happened, the invention of the smart
phone. Now it wasn’t about having the smallest phone any more, the contest
switched to having the phone with the most whistles and bells. But, the evolution
of the cell phone wasn’t over.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
The next stage in cell phone evolution was the addition of
the touch screen. Keyboards started giving way to on-screen keypads. Once again,
the race was on; this time, not to make the phones smaller, but to make them
bigger. Bigger screens were better, so the phone had to grow with it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Who knows where this will lead us. However, I have recently
seen what I think is the ultimate cell phone. This touch screen wonder measures
11” x 17”, the same size as a tabloid newspaper. Talk about touch screen, this
baby’s got it! You can make those angry birds really fly!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Yes, the giant touch screen telephone is the next wave in
cell phone technology. While it may be a bit awkward to hold up to the side of
your head, you can really make your apps sing on it. Imaging playing games on a
screen to rival that on your desk. Imaging having multiple touch points on that
screen, so that you can compete with your friends and co-workers. Why, this
could usher in a whole new generation of apps; we’ll have to call them
super-apps!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
The biggest drawback to the super-tablet cell phone is
carrying the thing around. Not only has it gone back to the weight of the
original, but it’s bigger than those original cell phones, to boot. Various
accessories are under development to allow users to easily carry their
super-tablet cell phone, such as specialized backpacks, chest packs, and a very
promising strap arrangement, which allows both hands free to play on the touch
screen, while walking. &lt;/div&gt;
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Rumors are already circulating about design ideas to beat the
super-tablet cell phone. One even includes a circular screen, like a lampshade,
which you put your head inside, creating a virtual reality on your phone. This
particular idea is receiving a lot of opposition, believing that it could
become a safety hazard. It appears that the company may be in agreement, as
they are working on creating a HUD (heads-up display) version of the same
thing, which would allow pedestrians and drivers to see past the screen to the real
world around them. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
While we know that the Apple corporation is working on this
problem as well, hoping to increase the leadership position that their iPhone
has given them, they are being secretive, as usual. We’ll have to wait to hear
about their next generation of super-phone, until Steve Jobs comes back from the
dead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/feeds/7485030864488167696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/in-search-for-ultimate-cell-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/7485030864488167696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/7485030864488167696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/in-search-for-ultimate-cell-phone.html' title='In Search for the Ultimate Cell Phone'/><author><name>Rev. Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426800482160589176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gVb-hy58Q4/TK8V-0fYhBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EK2gL_5l7DI/S220/Rich+10a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348884314724122834.post-241557761815420708</id><published>2012-04-09T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-09T09:11:24.097-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="e-book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="e-reader"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="illiteracy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kindle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="literacy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nook"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="obituary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reading"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="satire"/><title type='text'>Obituary - The Death of Book - 1492 - 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
It is with great sadness today that we announce the untimely
demise of our old friend the book. While we mourn his passing, we are comforted
by knowing that his words shall be carried on by his children, the Kindle, the
Nook and the Sony Reader. Still, while this younger generation of word carriers
has a much greater capacity than their father, they lack his warmth and
comfort.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
The centuries long love affair that mankind has had with
books appears to be waning. While the love for knowledge is still there, modern
man has decided that he needs his knowledge encapsulated, so that he can gulp
it down from electronic media in a moment’s time. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
While nobody is truly sure about book’s date of birth, he
first appeared in a printed form in 1492. Before that, he was only transcribed
by hand. Yet, the invention of a means of reproducing him rapidly has done
wonders towards spreading knowledge around the world. Even so, his children
aren’t all that excited about his accomplishments, citing their capacity for knowledge
and how quickly they could download content.&amp;nbsp;They appear to believe that their
ability far outshines their old-fashioned father’s accomplishments.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
While we look with sadness upon the demise of our friend the
book, there is an excitement over what his children might accomplish. Already, e-stores
are filling up with countless cheap knockoffs of poorly written content, which
are intended to replace the fulfilling words which our books have brought us
for so long. Wherever will this lead us?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
We fear that the takeover by this new generation may bode
ill for literacy everywhere. While books everywhere used to be counted in the hundreds
of pages and hundreds of thousands of words, many of these new e-books are only
5,000 words, less than 20 pages. Is this a trend? Are we seeing the beginning
of the end of reading? &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Even more than this, these new e-books are becoming filled with
images, audio files and even video. Where once the ability to read was a sign
of education and refinement, that too may soon pass, along with the death of
our good friend, the book. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Book’s three surviving family members, his children, aren’t
saying much about the future, just looking smug about it. While there remains
fierce competition between them, it looks as if they are all here to stay.
Soon, we may see our libraries and bookstores empty out, to be replaced by a
small kiosk, where one can download any titles that they want. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Oh, if only book could come back to us. We will miss him;
his warmth, his comfort; the ability to cuddle up in front of a warm fire and
enjoy his stories. Will his children ever fully meet this need?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/feeds/241557761815420708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/obituary-death-of-book-1492-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/241557761815420708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/241557761815420708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/obituary-death-of-book-1492-2012.html' title='Obituary - The Death of Book - 1492 - 2012'/><author><name>Rev. Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426800482160589176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gVb-hy58Q4/TK8V-0fYhBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EK2gL_5l7DI/S220/Rich+10a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348884314724122834.post-8080381720424760991</id><published>2012-04-06T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-06T07:18:01.831-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="attainment"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ivory tower"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="loftiness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="satire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seclusion"/><title type='text'>All Alone in the Ivory Tower</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Throughout time immortal, the average man has made fun of
those who have been sequestered in their ivory towers, far removed from the realities
of life. While shaking their fist in rage at those isolated inhabitants of
these high and lofty places, they speak in curses of the influence these elite
have over the lives of those less fortunate. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Yet, these common men don’t understand the great price those
elite have paid to have the right to hide themselves from the vagrancies of
daily life. They’ve worked long and hard to reach such a lofty place in life,
one in which they can impose their view on the world, instead of having the
world impose itself upon them. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
The ivory tower is something like a marshal’s baton to these
intellects. It is their symbol of status, importance and loftiness. It is as if
the climb up the stairs to their tower is raising them up, far above the humdrum
life of mortal man.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Oh, to be one of those in the ivory towers of the world. Many
look with longing, desiring the opportunity to be the one who attains to its
heights; not realizing that they would be just as much a disaster as one of the
elite, as those who are there. Yet, they never make it, lacking either the wit
or wisdom, or more likely the perseverance to push on to those great heights of
attainment. They, like many others are doomed to be one of the common people.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
What those poor, directionless souls don’t realize is that
there are an unlimited number of ivory towers available in the world. Yes, one
only has to construct their own ivory tower, not try and take over one that
already exists. The vast majority of the ivory towers don’t’ have anything to
do with politics or government; no, they have to do with academia, invention
and ideas. Those are the ones who have true influence in the world; not the
hapless fools in politics.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Ah, but if the common man were to realize his own potential
to attain his own ivory tower, where would those who currently inhabit those
high and lofty places go? When the world looks like a forest of ivory towers,
how could they still maintain their isolation and detachment? The ivory tower
would no longer be a place of attainment and seclusion, but nothing more than a
humble hovel, so like everyone else’s.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Perhaps it is better that the Joe Sixpack doesn’t realize his
own potential. Perhaps it is better for him to wallow in his ignorance, shaking
his fist and ranting at those who have built their tower of isolation. Perhaps
he is happier that way; happier to complain, than to attain. Perhaps. &lt;/div&gt;
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Note to the reader: This was inspired by my own office. When
I was a manufacturing engineer, we used to complain about the design engineers,
who were locked away in their ivory tower. Well, I now have my own. My house is
of ivory colored brick, with a tower in the corner. My office is in the second
floor of that tower. The irony of it makes me smile.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/feeds/8080381720424760991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/all-alone-in-ivory-tower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/8080381720424760991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/8080381720424760991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/all-alone-in-ivory-tower.html' title='All Alone in the Ivory Tower'/><author><name>Rev. Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426800482160589176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gVb-hy58Q4/TK8V-0fYhBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EK2gL_5l7DI/S220/Rich+10a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348884314724122834.post-2568612990482073301</id><published>2012-04-05T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-05T06:48:16.831-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conspiracy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conspiracy theory"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diapers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="laugh"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poopie"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poopie diapers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="revenge"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="satire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="women&#39;s union"/><title type='text'>The Conspiracy of the Poopie Diapers</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
It’s a well known fact that women go to the bathroom
together so that they can hold their union meetings. That’s where they plot and
plan against men, deciding what they’re going to do to get even. Of course,
nobody ever defined what it is that they need to get even for, but women
everywhere seem to understand that universal need.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
One of the evilest schemes to ever come out of the women’s
restroom is the conspiracy of the poopie diapers. Yes, this is one conspiracy
theory that’s real. One which was hatched in the ladies room, somewhere between
the main course and dessert. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
The central theme of this plot is to force husbands
everywhere to deal with the most dreaded of toxic substances… the poopie
diaper. Men everywhere strive hard to avoid this task, but we’re regularly
outfoxes by the wiliness of the female of our species. Their superior cunning and
craftiness finds a way to back men into a corner, where they are forced with
facing those diapers and what they contain.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Since men aren’t all that comfortable around babies in the first
place, it gives women great pleasure to do what they can to increase this sense
of discomfort. Their ultimate act, their big gun you might say, is leaving a
man alone with a baby, who poops five minutes after she leaves the house. He’s
then stuck with changing the diaper, or leaving the baby crying and wallowing
in its poop for the next three hours.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
The secret to this exercise in revenge is the timing of
feeding the baby. Everyone knows that eating triggers a reflex action in the body
to eliminate waste. This is the key to making this plot work. By feeding the baby
just before leaving, the woman is assured that her husband will be stuck with that
dirty diaper, five minutes after she’s out of sight. They probably drive away
laughing, checking their watches and doing a countdown until the moment of
poop.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Women who are truly skilled in the use of this strategy even
plan ahead; feeding the baby foods for two or three meals ahead of time, which
are specifically selected to cause diarrhea. That way, the affect of the diaper
is even more magnified, along with the urgency of changing it. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Rumors have it that there are even secret formulas which
women can buy, which increase the stench coming from the poop and making the
task even more odious. Yes, secret web sites, carefully guarded and only
accessible to women sell these additives; with the guarantee to turn even the most
nose-dead man’s stomach. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
“Why,” you might ask, “would women want to do such a thing
to their husbands? A very good question. The base motivation is revenge. Have you
ever been in the delivery room, when a woman was giving birth to her baby? When
women are in the transitional phase of childbirth, they vow to get even with their
husbands for getting them pregnant. Well, guess what? Here is the revenge. It’s
subtle, but the greatest thing about it is that it’s a revenge that can be
exacted over and over again. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
So, how does a man get out of changing those poopie diapers?
There really is no way. They must accept that women are the craftier gender,
who can and will make sure that they face those dreaded poopie diapers. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Got a clothespin anyone?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/feeds/2568612990482073301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/conspiracy-of-poopie-diapers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/2568612990482073301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/2568612990482073301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/conspiracy-of-poopie-diapers.html' title='The Conspiracy of the Poopie Diapers'/><author><name>Rev. Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426800482160589176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gVb-hy58Q4/TK8V-0fYhBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EK2gL_5l7DI/S220/Rich+10a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348884314724122834.post-2738867589016999504</id><published>2012-04-04T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-04T07:17:00.199-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="games"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gladiator"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="laugh"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prisons"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="satire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sports"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="violence"/><title type='text'>A Return of the Gladiator Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
The high incidence of violent crime occurring around the
world has prompted some to look to history for a solution. A group of
historians has noted how the Gladiator games of the Roman Empire were a way for
both those who wish to practice violence and those who wish to watch it to have
their wishes fulfilled in a legal and relatively safe way.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
In reality, those gladiator games were no more violent than
today’s action movies. The major differences being the lack of a plot and the removal
of the television screen. Allowing the audience to see the action up close and
in living color adds a sense of realism that Hollywood just can’t reproduce. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
This somewhat drastic move is also seen as a way to
eliminate the overcrowding in our prisons. Estimates have been made which state
that prison overcrowding could be totally eliminated within one year of the
legalization of these new gladiator games. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Finding volunteers for these games should be no problem, as
many confined criminals are violent by nature. Prisoners could be given the opportunity
of better accommodations, special privileges and even reduced jail sentences for
participating in the games. While opponents state that this would put society
at risk, backers of the plan counter that it would be no worse than letting
these prisoners out early, on bail, a common practice to reduce crowding in our
prisons. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
The added advantage is that some of these prisoners wouldn’t
ever get free, rather dying in the games. That would eliminate the dual problems
of their return to society and of paying to house them incarcerated. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Additional volunteers could be solicited from gangs,
criminals who have never been captured, drug cartels, terrorists, wife beaters
and all others who feel a need to cause others pain and destroy their lives. It
is estimated that there are enough lovers of violence in the world to provide
participants for the games for a minimum of 50 years. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
One should not overlook the potential entertainment value of
these gladiator games either. While the Roman’s games were well attended, they
didn’t have the advantages of television and the Internet. The advertising
revenue alone would probably pay for our entire criminal justice system,
freeing up the money we are now spending on it for reduction of the national
debt. Truly, this plan provides the opportunity for a financial and cultural
awakening in the U.S.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
While there are those whose sensibilities might be offended
by such stark violence, there are many others who revel in it. The same
attitude is being displayed towards opponents, as exists for those who oppose football,
the Olympics or any other sport; “if you don’t like it, ignore it.” &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Before any active games can be started, there are a number
of logistics and safety issues which must be resolved. There is a clear need
for rules about what sorts of weapons will be allowed, along with safety
measures to be created for protecting the audience. It is recognized that using
criminals as contestants creates a safety risk, as the contestants are just as
likely to turn their weapons on the spectators as each other. Yet, it is felt
that these potential problems can be overcome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/feeds/2738867589016999504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/return-of-gladiator-games.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/2738867589016999504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/2738867589016999504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/return-of-gladiator-games.html' title='A Return of the Gladiator Games'/><author><name>Rev. Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426800482160589176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gVb-hy58Q4/TK8V-0fYhBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EK2gL_5l7DI/S220/Rich+10a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348884314724122834.post-9216620486851390243</id><published>2012-04-03T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-03T07:18:47.795-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cats"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dogs"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humans"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="master race"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pets"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="satire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="slavery"/><title type='text'>The Highest Life Form</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Scientists have told us for centuries that man is the
highest form of life on our planet. Our ability to think, make tools, write and
even have opposing digits on our hands makes us the kings of our world, with all
other life forms being subservient to us. We tame animals and show them off in
zoos and circuses, just to show our mastery over nature. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Only, the scientists have overlooked one major little fact,
that is, we humans have been domesticated by higher life forms for centuries.
Yes, the domestic dog and the domestic cat are the true rulers of the world,
not us puny humans. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Think about it, what does a house dog or cat have to do, but
lay around all day, maybe play a little and have some human pet them when they
want. Yes, these creatures who we call “pets” are the true masters of the world.
They are so smart and wise that they’ve made us think that we domesticated them,
while all the while they’re the ones who have domesticated us. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Is there any creature that feeds you, just because you’re
there? Does anybody open your door to let you out, just because you so command?
Is anyone else paying your doctor’s bills, or do you have to pay them yourself?
For that matter, who’s your chauffeur? I’m sure that you chauffeur your dog your
cat around as needed. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Let me mention here that there’s a centuries old conflict
between these two races for mastery over the world. The dogs and cats have
battled across the continents for the right to be the master race. At this
point in time, they’re at somewhat of an armed truce, realizing that they need
to have some semblance of peace to keep their domestic humans taking care of
them. Nevertheless, the natural hatred that these two master races have for
each other is evident, breaking out in chase scenes in every neighborhood.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
The great differences between these two superior races shows
in the way that they treat their human slaves. Cats, assured of their own
superiority, always present themselves as aloof, making their humans chase
after their affection. They use this in order to receive offerings of the choicest
morsels, while they laze in the warmth of the sun. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Dogs, on the other hand, have taken a much different
approach to handling their humans, being friendly and playful, so that their
humans will do as they want. Why, they have some humans so well trained, that
the human will throw a ball for hours, just so that the dog can play. How’s
that for service? These crafty dogs even manage to convince their humans that
they are loving towards the humans. No, they aren’t loving, they just want to
be loved; getting close to a crying human is the most sure way they know to get
a hug.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Dogs love to show off their humans. They’ll drag that person
all around the park, on the end of a leash, just to show off their mastery of
their biped servants to other dogs. Why, some even get their humans to pick up
their droppings and carry them back home. Isn’t that service?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
When will mankind wake up to this reality? What will it take
for us to throw off these evil oppressors and become truly free? While we think
that dogs and cats are our friends and pets, we are being used by them, as
their servants. Some are even so brainwashed, that they’ve taken on the side of
their masters, becoming “cat people” or “dog lovers” to the exclusion of the
other race.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
How sad to see this slavery. Where is the American Society
for Prevention of Cruelty to Humans when we need their protection so much?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/feeds/9216620486851390243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/highest-life-form.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/9216620486851390243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/9216620486851390243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/highest-life-form.html' title='The Highest Life Form'/><author><name>Rev. Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426800482160589176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gVb-hy58Q4/TK8V-0fYhBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EK2gL_5l7DI/S220/Rich+10a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348884314724122834.post-5205533022763986724</id><published>2012-04-02T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-02T06:56:49.261-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="battle between the sexes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="communication"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dictionary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="language"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men and women"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="satire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexes"/><title type='text'>Gender Specific Dictionaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Rumor has it that Merriam-Webster has finally recognized
that there is a difference between men and women. Yes, in a shocking announcement,
which has enraged women’s lib organizations everywhere, Webster’s, the leader
in defining words, has finally recognized the need to make gender specific
dictionaries. This breakthrough announcement is being promoted as an attempt to
bridge the communication gap between men and women. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
A spokesperson for the group “Men and Women are all the Same”
has called this new initiative every name in the book, including sexist, chauvinistic
and even racist. In their press release, they’ve called for a government ban on
Webster’s planned publication, decrying the effort as a means of demeaning
women everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Yet, the dictionary giant has stood its ground, stating that
they are only recognizing something that has existed since the first cave men…
err, cave persons started using words. They give a number of examples of how
men and women use the same words and phrases, but with much different meanings:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;“Nothing” – When a man says that nothing is wrong, that
means that nothing is wrong. However, when a woman says that, it means that something
is wrong, at that something is big.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;“Five minutes” – Any man can tell you that when his wife
says she’ll be ready in five minutes, it doesn’t mean anything. Yet, when he
says it, he’s thinking of a time period of 300 seconds.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;“I have nothing to wear” – A woman can stand in front of a
closet full of clothes and say this, meaning “I have nothing that I feel like
wearing.” If a man says it, it means, “I have nothing clean.”&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;“I’m fat” – If a woman says this, it means that there’s one
place she sees on her body that doesn’t look exactly like she thinks it should.
When a man says it, it means that he probably has trouble fitting through the door.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;“Romance” – A man understands romance as sex, while a woman
understands it as the little things that he should do for her to express love.
Women further break the word romance down into subcategories, such as: “romantic
words,” “romantic gifts” and “romantic acts.” Whereas, most men give you a
blank look when you mention those subcategories.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;










&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
According to Webster’s, there are literally hundreds, if not
thousands of these differences. Their hope is that the new gender specific
dictionaries will foster communication and help people to understand each other
better. While this is still experimental, they have high hopes for the future.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Several thousand e-mails have been received from women
by the Merriam-Webster’s customer service center. They seem to be about equally
divided between those who are saying that the only reason there is a
communication problem at all is that men are Neanderthals, who have never
learned how to communicate past the grunt stage and women who are applauding
the initiative as a way to teach men how to talk. Of this later group, every
one of them also asks the question, “Why are you bothering creating the one
that explains men’s definitions?”&lt;/div&gt;
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It appears that despite the opposition, Webster’s is going ahead
with their development of these new dictionaries. High sales are projected for the
female version being bought by disgruntled wives who plan on giving it as a gift
to their husbands. However, the reverse doesn’t seem to be true. Yet, the
publisher plans to still go forward with both versions, in an attempt to curb
sexist protests.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/feeds/5205533022763986724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/gender-specific-dictionaries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/5205533022763986724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/5205533022763986724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/gender-specific-dictionaries.html' title='Gender Specific Dictionaries'/><author><name>Rev. Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426800482160589176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gVb-hy58Q4/TK8V-0fYhBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EK2gL_5l7DI/S220/Rich+10a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348884314724122834.post-5930405369036601906</id><published>2012-04-01T07:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-01T07:13:56.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy oneth of April</title><content type='html'>Today&#39;s satire is on my other blog, &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://romanticactoftheday.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Romantic Act of the Day&lt;/a&gt;&quot; check it out.&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. To all those who might be wondering why I&#39;m not taking advantage of April Fool&#39;s Day, I just figured since all the&amp;nbsp;amateurs&amp;nbsp;are out in force today, I&#39;d take the day off. :-D&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/feeds/5930405369036601906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/happy-oneth-of-april.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/5930405369036601906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/5930405369036601906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/04/happy-oneth-of-april.html' title='Happy oneth of April'/><author><name>Rev. Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426800482160589176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gVb-hy58Q4/TK8V-0fYhBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EK2gL_5l7DI/S220/Rich+10a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348884314724122834.post-8266384667138813669</id><published>2012-03-31T08:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-31T08:52:49.895-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hurricane terrorist"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="laugh"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="retreat"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="satire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vacation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="winter"/><title type='text'>Old Man Winter’s Vacation Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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In case you hadn’t noticed, spring has sprung. We no longer
need to concern ourselves with shoveling snow, putting chains on the car’s
tires, or bundling ourselves up in 16 layers of clothes. Soon we’ll be out in the
backyard, catchin’ some rays. &lt;/div&gt;
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It’s time for Old Man Winter to go on vacation. I’ve always wondered,
where does he go on vacation, anyway? Well, the secret’s out, Old Man Winter
has a summer getaway spot, appropriately called “Winter Island.” Yes, this
little island, off the Massachusetts seashore is the summer home of Ol’ Winter
himself. He goes there to escape the heat and build up his strength for another
season of cold winds, piles of snow and even a bit of sleet if he can manage
it. &lt;/div&gt;
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It never made sense to me why Winter’s summer retreat was
such a big secret. At least, it didn’t make sense until it became public
knowledge. Now, poor old winter can’t even get any peace and quiet in his
summer retreat.&lt;/div&gt;
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There’s a group of sun worshippers who have taken it upon
themselves to make the old man stay on his island, even when summer and fall
are over. They’re busy lobbying congress for the funds to build a giant dome
over the island, in order to trap Winter on his island and keep him from
wrecking his annual havoc on homes and highways everywhere. Although
environmentalists are concerned about disrupting the balance of nature, this
group is touting the opinions of several highly respected scientists in saying
that locking up Winter is only a continuation of the natural progression of
global warming.&lt;/div&gt;
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Rumor has it that a splinter group recently invaded the old
man’s retreat, armed with heat lamps and radiant heaters. It seems that they
were bent on forcing Winter to submit to extensive “heat therapy,” believing
this would warm his frozen heart. Nobody knows what happens to that hit team,
but they haven’t been seen again. &lt;/div&gt;
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It is possible that Winter’s charms overcame their hatred of
cold, but leading experts on anti-terrorism state that Old Man Winter probably
had some fairly sophisticated defense systems in place. If that’s the case,
then those poor, misguided souls are probably a series of ice cubes now. We may
not see them again, until Winter Island itself thaws out.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
In the mean time, reports state that Winter himself is
enjoying his retreat. He’s thinking of a quick trip to the Caribbean this
summer, just to confuse weathermen everywhere. However, these reports are unconfirmed,
so don’t take them too seriously. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
There are also reports that Winter has been trying to arrange
a summit with Hurricane herself. proposing that they work together for a
change. Apparently, Hurricane isn’t all that interested, as she really doesn’t
like the cold. We’ll keep you updated on any further developments in these
proposed negotiations.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/feeds/8266384667138813669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/03/old-man-winters-vacation-retreat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/8266384667138813669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348884314724122834/posts/default/8266384667138813669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daily-satire.blogspot.com/2012/03/old-man-winters-vacation-retreat.html' title='Old Man Winter’s Vacation Retreat'/><author><name>Rev. Rich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426800482160589176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gVb-hy58Q4/TK8V-0fYhBI/AAAAAAAAABc/EK2gL_5l7DI/S220/Rich+10a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>