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Stealing this from &lt;a href="http://slavetomybulldog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Slave To My Bulldog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Early Happy Festivus comment bonus for all of you: I can't help thinking that even the geeks feel entitled to the skinny bitches. Why why why is it always like that?&lt;br /&gt;
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Yeah honey that's the gift I want from you for Chanukah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742667886912606708-4666944513997283469?l=canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-about-mam-slam-to-go-with-shmear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LaurAyn)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742667886912606708.post-6895097360429932247</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-13T01:40:15.341-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Peace Sign Is the Anti-Christian Sign</title><description>&lt;object width="375" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MJY-fBXCncw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MJY-fBXCncw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="375" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't believe that those who carry the peace sign and sing about it use it in this way or even knew about this but the sad fact is that it shows just how frickin' ignorant a society we are that we do not even know the origins of so much of what we say and do.&lt;br /&gt;
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I realized this about US many years ago when I was very good friends with a Mexican exchange student. She would constantly ask me about the history of words or the symbolism behind things we did or our forefathers did or said and I couldn't answer her and didn't even know whey she was asking me. She would then go on to tell me about why a word or phrase was used in her country and really go into depth on the history of the phrase or thing. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you Steven Crowder!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742667886912606708-6895097360429932247?l=canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/peace-sign-is-anti-cristian-sign.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LaurAyn)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742667886912606708.post-5798855838941857051</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2009 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-12T00:00:04.244-05:00</atom:updated><title>Nefesh B'Nefesh Hanukkah Flash Mob</title><description>&lt;object width="375" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ULtglogZbR8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ULtglogZbR8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="375" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hat Tip: crazycatkid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742667886912606708-5798855838941857051?l=canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/nefesh-bnefesh-hanukkah-flash-mob.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LaurAyn)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742667886912606708.post-9030487864887464855</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 17:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-11T12:36:09.460-05:00</atom:updated><title>Sex, Lies, &amp; Tigers</title><description>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;COLE this is a go to your room day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, it's kind of weird to sit here and be able to write in peace and quiet. My electricity is working properly, there are no workers making a mess of my floors, breaking walls and walking in and out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And so I awoke to my normal routine of feeding the fur babies and making coffee and reading emails and tweets from last night after I went to sleep. I found in my inbox &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pajamasmedia.com/phyllischesler/2009/12/10/tiger%E2%80%99s-sex-score/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Phyllis Chesler's new post about Tiger Woods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now for me Tiger represents the symbol of what I encounter most of the time in my dating life. The only difference is that the men I meet aren't celebrities. Some make a decent living, while others get by financially. But none of them are rolling in the cashola like Tiger. And none of them have the intellectual understanding that it is a component of screwing around and getting the girls to go along with you on that without complaint. They just see it, wish for it themselves and have this need to avoid intimacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I've struggled here to articulate this very experience I find myself meeting so often. But Phyllis finally gave me the words to most of my dating experiences. Thank you Phyllis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“We are talking about a locker-room like release of tension and a male need to sexually dominate women while avoiding any real intimacy.” and “Alas, there is nothing unusual about what Tiger has done.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Last night on Twitter I asked my married male followers to tell me what it was about their now wives that made them want to date her and then of course marry her. I received two responses. I suppose I mostly have single male followers along with my female followers. I digress...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To summarize their answers, what I heard was that both couples met while they were young and dated for many years. Both men felt that the women accepted them despite their perceived faults and neither could see themselves without that woman. One was given the ultimatum to marry or she would leave him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When I tweeted back after receiving a tweet that said he never cheated on his wife, not so much as a kiss, that I know there are good men out there, I received this response, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, I don't know how good I am. lol I just never could imagine doin' something like that to someone I love so much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Here is the comment I left on Phyllis's Post today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’m dumbfounded by your last sentence. Was that meant to be cheeky? Snarky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;However regarding your statements: “We are talking about a locker-room like release of tension and a male need to sexually dominate women while avoiding any real intimacy.” and “Alas, there is nothing unusual about what Tiger has done.”- as a single middle aged woman I can say you hit the nail on the head, gave the perfect words to what I encounter in the dating world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is fairly common with men. The only problems with this behavior is when women do not understand this or are purposely manipulated mentally and emotionally to believe this is not what is being presented to them from the men. It takes the consenting out of the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I personally abhor this about single men and can smell their line of crap within 3 minutes of a 1st date. If I decide to give in to the game, for me it is being done with full knowledge and empowerment. They have won no conquest. To Kate – I do it for myself and because of THAT it IS liberating, not to prove anything to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, I realize I am unique in this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742667886912606708-9030487864887464855?l=canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/sex-lies-tigers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LaurAyn)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742667886912606708.post-1830218194963921119</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-11T13:54:20.833-05:00</atom:updated><title>Come On Now, You KNOW You Want</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/SxVym4qLL4I/AAAAAAAAB0M/kLospXaMi_Q/s1600/CIMG5204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/SxVym4qLL4I/AAAAAAAAB0M/kLospXaMi_Q/s400/CIMG5204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Wed. I woke up to learn I had &amp;nbsp;no electricity in my bedroom. I went to my living room and found electricity working in there. Strange. I called the building Super to see if we had lost electricity at some point in our building or if it was just me. However he did not answer. &amp;nbsp;I called my building's management and told them I didn't have electricity in my bedroom and asked them whose responsibility it was to fix the situation, them or my landlord. They said them. DONE. They called the Super and got the process moving.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/SyGnSR4lrKI/AAAAAAAAB1M/Zldgqc5zsak/s1600-h/CIMG5351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/SyGnSR4lrKI/AAAAAAAAB1M/Zldgqc5zsak/s320/CIMG5351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the last two days I've had electricians and other various workers in my apt to break the wall in the bathroom, closet and ceiling to move wires.&lt;br /&gt;
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Apparently the water from outside has been seeping in and has corroded the wires so much so that it made everything stop working. Whomever designed the electric in this particular apt. linked the bedroom lighting to the hallway and bathroom in my apt. LUCKY ME!&lt;br /&gt;
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I had to call out from work and lost pay to be here to make sure all the work was finished. Here are the exciting photos.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;New position for bathroom light. On the ceiling instead of above mirror where water damage is coming from exterior wall.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;What my place looked like on the second day of the men working here to fix all this mess.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742667886912606708-6320222912957330270?l=canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-what-is-ed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LaurAyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/Sx7Zy9gRmAI/AAAAAAAAB1E/QGo_Z2QCvK8/s72-c/liagra.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742667886912606708.post-4164189352635970407</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T00:00:04.117-05:00</atom:updated><title>U.N.qualified!</title><description>&lt;object width="375" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NX6vyT8RzMo&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NX6vyT8RzMo&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="375" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742667886912606708-4164189352635970407?l=canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/unqualified.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LaurAyn)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742667886912606708.post-5061579576751680664</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-08T12:00:02.056-05:00</atom:updated><title>Another Zo Rant - Facts on War</title><description>&lt;object width="375" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RyeNT8k6l2M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RyeNT8k6l2M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="375" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742667886912606708-5061579576751680664?l=canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-zo-rant-facts-on-war.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LaurAyn)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742667886912606708.post-2878187432455842844</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-08T00:00:00.862-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Government Can!</title><description>&lt;object width="375" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LO2eh6f5Go0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LO2eh6f5Go0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="375" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742667886912606708-2878187432455842844?l=canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/government-can.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LaurAyn)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742667886912606708.post-8373214687007753621</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T07:41:41.039-05:00</atom:updated><title>O.B.A.M.A.</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/Sxch0kDi3mI/AAAAAAAAB08/mtNg8ZwPW7Y/s1600-h/Texas+O.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/Sxch0kDi3mI/AAAAAAAAB08/mtNg8ZwPW7Y/s400/Texas+O.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When Obama wrote a book and said he was mentored as a youth by&lt;br /&gt;
Frank, (Frank Marshall Davis) an avowed Communist,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When it was discovered that his grandparents, were strong socialists, sent Obama's mother to a socialist school, introduced Frank Marshall Davis to young Obama,&lt;br /&gt;
People said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When people found out that he was enrolled as a Muslim child in school and his father and step father were both Muslims,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he wrote in another book he authored “I will stand with them (Muslims) should the political winds shift in an ugly direction.”&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he admittedly, in his book, said he chose Marxist friends and&lt;br /&gt;
professors in college, &lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he traveled to Pakistan , after college on an unknown national passport,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he sought the endorsement of the Marxist party in 1996 as he ran for the Illinois Senate,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he sat in a Chicago Church for twenty years and listened to a preacher spew hatred for America and preach black liberation theology,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When an independent Washington organization, that tracks senate&lt;br /&gt;
voting records, gave him the distinctive title as the "most liberal senator",&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When the Palestinians in Gaza , set up a fund raising telethon to&lt;br /&gt;
raise money for his election campaign,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When his voting record supported gun control,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he refused to disclose who donated money to his election campaign, as other candidates had done,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he received endorsements from people like Louis Farrakhan&lt;br /&gt;
and Mummar Kadaffi and Hugo Chavez,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When it was pointed out that he was a total, newcomer and had&lt;br /&gt;
absolutely no experience at anything except community organizing,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he chose friends and acquaintances such as Bill Ayers and&lt;br /&gt;
Bernadine Dohrn who were revolutionary radicals,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When his voting record in the Illinois senate and in the U.S. Senate came into question,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he refused to wear a flag, lapel pin and did so only after a public outcry,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When people started treating him as a Messiah and children in&lt;br /&gt;
schools were taught to sing his praises,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he stood with his hands over his groin area for the playing&lt;br /&gt;
of the National Anthem and Pledge of Allegiance,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he surrounded himself in the White house with advisors who&lt;br /&gt;
were pro gun control, pro abortion, pro homosexual marriage and wanting to curtail freedom of speech to silence the opposition&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he aired his views on abortion, homosexuality and a host&lt;br /&gt;
of other issues,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he said he favors sex education in Kindergarten, including&lt;br /&gt;
homosexual indoctrination,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When his background was either scrubbed or hidden and nothing could be found about him,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When the place of his birth was called into question, and he refused to produce a birth certificate,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he had an association in Chicago with Tony Rezco, a man of&lt;br /&gt;
questionable character, who is now in prison and had helped Obama to a sweet deal on the purchase of his home,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When it became known that George Soros, a multi-billionaire Marxist, spent a ton of money to get him elected,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he started appointing czars that were radicals, revolutionaries, and even avowed Marxist/Communist,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he stood before the nation and told us that his intentions&lt;br /&gt;
were to "fundamentally transform this nation" into something else,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When it became known that he had trained ACORN workers in Chicago and served as an attorney for ACORN,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he appointed cabinet members and several advisors who were tax cheats and socialists,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he appointed a science czar, John Holdren, who believes in forced abortions, mass sterilizations and seizing babies from teen mothers,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he appointed Cass Sunstein as regulatory czar and he&lt;br /&gt;
believes in "Explicit Consent", harvesting human organs with out family consent, and to allow animals to be represented in court, while banning all hunting,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he appointed Kevin Jennings, a homosexual, and organizer of a group called gay, lesbian, straight, Education network, as safe school czar and it became known that he had a history of bad advice to teenagers,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he appointed Mark Lloyd as diversity czar and he believed in&lt;br /&gt;
curtailing free speech, taking from one and giving to another to spread the wealth and admires Hugo Chavez,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Valerie Jarrett was selected as Obama's senior White&lt;br /&gt;
House advisor and she is an avowed Socialist,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Anita Dunn, White House Communications director said Mao Tse Tung was her favorite philosopher and the person she turned to most for inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he appointed Carol Browner as global warming czar, and she&lt;br /&gt;
is a well known socialist working on Cap and trade as the nations largest tax,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he appointed Van Jones, an ex-con and avowed Communist as&lt;br /&gt;
green energy czar, who since had to resign when this was made known,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Tom Daschle, Obama's pick for health and human services&lt;br /&gt;
secretary could not be confirmed, because he was a tax cheat,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When as president of the United States ,he bowed to the King of&lt;br /&gt;
Saudi Arabia ,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he traveled around the world criticizing America and never&lt;br /&gt;
once talking of her greatness,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When his actions concerning the middle-east seemed to support the&lt;br /&gt;
Palestinians over Israel , our long time friend,&lt;br /&gt;
People said it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he took American tax dollars to resettle thousands of Palestinians from Gaza to the United States ,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he upset the Europeans by removing plans for a missile&lt;br /&gt;
defense system,&lt;br /&gt;
People said it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he played politics in Afghanistan by not sending troops the Field Commanders said we had to have to win,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he started spending us into a debt that was so big we could&lt;br /&gt;
not pay it off,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he took a huge spending bill under the guise of stimulus and&lt;br /&gt;
used it to pay off organizations, unions and individuals that got him elected,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he took over insurance companies, car companies, banks, etc.&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he took away student loans from the banks and put it through&lt;br /&gt;
the government,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he designed plans to take over the health care system and&lt;br /&gt;
put it under government control,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he set into motion a plan to take over the control of all energy in the United States through Cap and Trade,&lt;br /&gt;
people said it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he finally completed his transformation of America into a&lt;br /&gt;
Socialist State , people finally woke up........ but it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Any one of these things, in and of themselves does not really matter. But.... when you add them up one by one you get a&amp;nbsp;phenomenal score that points to the fact that our President is&amp;nbsp;determined to make America over into a Marxist/Socialist society.&amp;nbsp;All of the items in the preceding paragraphs have been put into place. All can be documented very easily.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Before you disavow this, do an internet search. The last paragraph alone is not yet cast in stone. You and I will write that paragraph. Will it read as above or will it be a more happy ending for most of America ? Personally, I like happy endings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;If you are an Obama Supporter, please do not be angry with me&amp;nbsp;because I think your president is a socialist. There are too many facts supporting this. If you seek the truth you will be richer for it. Don't just belittle the opposition. Search for the truth. I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Democrats, Republicans, Independents, Constitutionalist, Libertarians and what have you, we all need to pull together. We all&amp;nbsp;must pull together or watch the demise of a society that we all love and cherish. If you are a religious person, pray for our nation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Never before in the history of America have we been confronted&amp;nbsp;with problems so huge that the very existence of our country is in jeopardy. Don't rely on most television news and what you read in the newspapers for the truth. Search the internet. Yes, there is a lot of bad information, lies and distortions there too but you are smart enough to spot the fallacies. Newspapers are a dying breed. They are&lt;br /&gt;
currently seeking a bailout from the government. Do you really think they are about to print the truth? Obama praises all the television news networks except Fox who he has waged war against. There must be a reason. He does not call them down on any specifics, just a general battle against them. If they lie, he should call them out on it but he doesn't. Please, find the truth, it will set you free.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Our biggest enemy is not China , Russia , or Iran ; no, our&lt;br /&gt;
biggest enemy is a contingent of politicians in Washington DC .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742667886912606708-7209333977085182049?l=canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-did-not-write-this-but-i-agree-with.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LaurAyn)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742667886912606708.post-4605065528132689714</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-05T00:00:00.570-05:00</atom:updated><title>What Were They Thinking?</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/Sxb1f9pw8gI/AAAAAAAAB00/08YtV8mYKxY/s1600-h/funny+sunshine+penis+photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/Sxb1f9pw8gI/AAAAAAAAB00/08YtV8mYKxY/s640/funny+sunshine+penis+photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Hat tip: Aleta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742667886912606708-4605065528132689714?l=canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-were-they-thinking.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LaurAyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/Sxb1f9pw8gI/AAAAAAAAB00/08YtV8mYKxY/s72-c/funny+sunshine+penis+photo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742667886912606708.post-8072125075723647057</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-04T00:00:00.852-05:00</atom:updated><title>We Are Family</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/SxYA6A8R1QI/AAAAAAAAB0k/2zadz6j7Ep0/s1600-h/me+mom+seth+hershey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/SxYA6A8R1QI/AAAAAAAAB0k/2zadz6j7Ep0/s400/me+mom+seth+hershey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This was me in 1978. I'm 7 years old and I think this is Hershey Park. Mom looks terrific here. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/SxYBNzwRR7I/AAAAAAAAB0s/3-T10gIC0Jg/s1600-h/me+and+neighbors.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/SxYBNzwRR7I/AAAAAAAAB0s/3-T10gIC0Jg/s400/me+and+neighbors.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I have no idea how old I am here. I'm guessing 3. Whatever was my mother thinking picking out this outfit. Was it clown day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742667886912606708-8072125075723647057?l=canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-are-family.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LaurAyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/SxYA6A8R1QI/AAAAAAAAB0k/2zadz6j7Ep0/s72-c/me+mom+seth+hershey.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742667886912606708.post-1700937232490674145</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-03T00:22:22.850-05:00</atom:updated><title>Dope!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/SxX-uhj2z8I/AAAAAAAAB0c/HzuJUIncHFk/s1600-h/plant+a+man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/SxX-uhj2z8I/AAAAAAAAB0c/HzuJUIncHFk/s400/plant+a+man.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742667886912606708-1700937232490674145?l=canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/dope.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LaurAyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/SxX-uhj2z8I/AAAAAAAAB0c/HzuJUIncHFk/s72-c/plant+a+man.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742667886912606708.post-4259353693511907126</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-02T00:00:01.507-05:00</atom:updated><title>Strike A Pose</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/SxWV67XXEbI/AAAAAAAAB0U/Wty_NSuqfs0/s1600/CIMG5209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/SxWV67XXEbI/AAAAAAAAB0U/Wty_NSuqfs0/s640/CIMG5209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I never gave my mother my blog address but she may have found it left on her computer and will know I posted this today for all of you to see. This is my sassy mother after a day of shopping with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742667886912606708-4259353693511907126?l=canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/strike-pose.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LaurAyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/SxWV67XXEbI/AAAAAAAAB0U/Wty_NSuqfs0/s72-c/CIMG5209.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742667886912606708.post-7734999233330343096</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 19:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-01T14:39:53.472-05:00</atom:updated><title>Welcome To America</title><description>OK I have a completely goofball expression and I look like I have a double chin, but I found this bumper sticker while on Vacation in Florida and it's too funny a find to waste.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/SxVwsxrvuuI/AAAAAAAAB0E/vuOJwBYeBVg/s1600/CIMG5208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/SxVwsxrvuuI/AAAAAAAAB0E/vuOJwBYeBVg/s400/CIMG5208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742667886912606708-7734999233330343096?l=canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/welcome-to-america.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LaurAyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/SxVwsxrvuuI/AAAAAAAAB0E/vuOJwBYeBVg/s72-c/CIMG5208.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742667886912606708.post-6465479317431307023</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T00:00:04.699-05:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Thanksgiving From PJTV</title><description>&lt;object height="344" width="375"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S5nVgSv5sE4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S5nVgSv5sE4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="375" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://nationalconversation.typepad.com/the_national_conversation/page/2/"&gt;Hat Tip: James T.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742667886912606708-6465479317431307023?l=canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving-from-pjtv.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LaurAyn)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742667886912606708.post-2407777189586973871</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 16:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-29T11:40:36.534-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Big Black Lie</title><description>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/SxKin3mCmRI/AAAAAAAABz8/F1CRKc8W-ok/s1600/41XxC2uN90L__SL500_AA240_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/SxKin3mCmRI/AAAAAAAABz8/F1CRKc8W-ok/s320/41XxC2uN90L__SL500_AA240_.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;A poignant yet hilarious narrative with his life as the backdrop for a black conservatives coming of age story. Readers are treated to an insightful journey through the eyes of a black kid who had many pressures to succumb to the victimology of Democrats. The product of a broken home, a deadbeat father and poverty, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/BIG-Black-Lie-Learned-Democrat/dp/061530222X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1253287415&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jackson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; had all the excuses. Using rapier wit and hilarity, Kevin provides a much needed insight into the black pathology of voting Democrat, and how he escaped to become a conservative Republican. He explains how &lt;strong&gt;Democrats stole the moral high ground from Republicans, and he exposes the widely overlooked history of Democrat racism past and present.&lt;/strong&gt; Kevin challenges Republicans to reconsider how to take the fight to Democrats and gain America back. The BIG Black Lie is a must in the collection of all conservatives. The BIG Black Lie teaches the reader how to be an unapologetic conservative, something the Republican Party does not have enough of these days. Readers will become empowered by The BIG Black Lie. Kevin's book shows first hand that &lt;strong&gt;no one ever has a reason for being a perpetual victim&lt;/strong&gt;. His raw, revealing, honest story about his father and upbringing only reaffirms that regardless of your circumstances, one can still find a foundation of values and virtues in their lives, that can assure them success in all walks of life. This should be a must read for all high schools and libraries.-- Armstrong Williams, Conservative Political Pundit, Columnist, and Radio Show Host &lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The bolded thoughts highlight my personal reasons why I no longer consider myself a liberal nor can I ever align myself with those who do consider themselves liberals. While I am staunchly independent and do not follow any one particular party-line I do consider myself a MOSTLY conservative. And where we disagree I will seek to challenge through facts along with my opinions and because of that we both win.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hat Tip: NorsU on Twitter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742667886912606708-2407777189586973871?l=canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-black-lie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LaurAyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/SxKin3mCmRI/AAAAAAAABz8/F1CRKc8W-ok/s72-c/41XxC2uN90L__SL500_AA240_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742667886912606708.post-260449286001923717</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-27T00:00:01.378-05:00</atom:updated><title>Double Standard Answers To My Dating Tweets I Find Ironic</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A few days ago I posted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/8WkdRL"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;this dating story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and a male follower tweeted me back: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;he is honest though and thats a good thing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Why is it that when I'm asked what it is I want and I list my wants I often hear: "Do you think you're a little picky?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Why am I not "at least honest and that's a good thing" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Here's what I list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Depth of character and an appealing personality are more important to me than a man's job title and social status. I have a hearty and infectious laugh. Hopefully we'll be laughing a lot together. I'm going to be attracted to the man who understands that I'm going to challenge him. If you spend enough time with me you're gonna hear the F word. I'm going to show you my lunatic side. Jewish and living in or around NYC a must. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;I'm looking for an honest man. Intellectually challenging but not a blow-hard about it. Degrees, Ivy-League, and world travelling don't impress me. Character is the key. Kindness and a willingness to share in his knowledge and ideas a must. My list of adjectives or must-haves is short: You have depth of character and insight about the world. You’re grounded in spirituality, but not religious. We have compatible views, and where we might differ you respect mine. Easy right? &amp;nbsp;I’ve found happiness and contentment in my life. I think I’m just missing you. If you want to know more – and of course there’s much more to know – get in touch! Let’s find out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742667886912606708-260449286001923717?l=canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/double-standard-answers-to-my-dating.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LaurAyn)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742667886912606708.post-1940165424616384103</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-26T00:00:02.905-05:00</atom:updated><title>Nominate Me: Jews That Do!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NOMINATE ME PLEASE! SHAMELESS REQUEST OF THIS BLOGGER.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.leadel.net/jews-that-do-contest"&gt;Welcome to Leadel's “Jews That Do” Video Contest!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"Do you think you know the next Jewish Idol?  Is it You?  You know the type of person…&lt;br /&gt;
Someone who is an overachiever, does amazing and incredible feats, inspires you with their imagination and creativity, sets your soul aflame with the power of their dedication and ideals - or, perhaps all they do is make you a sandwich from time to time. No matter. You get the idea. &lt;br /&gt;
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These people, they leave awe in the wake of their awesomeness, they make the world a better place, they make you want to be a better person and you know what? We want to get to know them too! In return, we'll share your "Jew Do-er" with the world and give you the opportunity to win some fantastic prizes!"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h1 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 2em; font-weight: normal; line-height: 2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Contest Dates&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h2 class="rtecenter" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 1.666em; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.333em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Video Entry / Application Period:&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 class="rtecenter" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 1.666em; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.333em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 8 - December 31, 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742667886912606708-1940165424616384103?l=canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/nominate-me-jews-that-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LaurAyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S3ljN3vyUfo/Swvm07efqJI/AAAAAAAABz0/CRN1U8k5v28/s72-c/happy-turkey-day-2.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742667886912606708.post-5706156794729776602</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T00:00:00.332-05:00</atom:updated><title>What A Truely Honest Male Profile On JDate Would Say</title><description>I measure my worth by the age of the woman I seek. While I'm of the age of carrying and needing viagara to show you a good time in the bedroom I refuse to date a woman older than 35. Even though I myself am 45 + I seek to meet only women (barely more than girls) the age of 26-35. I have no desire for a women of my own age because she might have opinions and a mind of her own. I might actually risk having to share thoughts and experiences that she might try to inject and quite frankly women over 35 have too many thoughts. Better to find a much much younger woman than myself, well because I earned it. I worked on my career and I have some money. I've been quite selfish over my 45+ years and spent my time and money on me only, going to the gym and I'm ripped so I think that gives me the right to have a mate/spouse that is more than 10 years my junior, a woman who hasn't developed herself yet and I can manipulate. Yeah yeah yeah!&lt;br /&gt;
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If only they understood this:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9200b2; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;"Love is not finding someone to live with. It's finding someone you can't live without." ~ Rafael Ortiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742667886912606708-5706156794729776602?l=canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-truely-honest-male-profile-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LaurAyn)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
