Saturday, February 15, 2014
DO NOT wash your hair in the shower!!
It's so good to finally get a health warning that is useful!!!
IT INVOLVES THE SHAMPOO WHEN IT RUNS DOWN YOUR BODY WHEN YOU SHOWER WITH IT. WARNING TO US ALL!!!
Shampoo Warning! I don't know WHY I didn't figure this out sooner! I use shampoo in the shower! When I wash my hair, the shampoo runs down my whole body, and printed very clearly on the shampoo label is this warning, "FOR EXTRA BODY AND VOLUME."
No wonder I have been gaining weight! Well! I got rid of that shampoo and I am going to start showering with Dawn Dishwashing Soap. It's label reads, "DISSOLVES FAT THAT IS OTHERWISE DIFFICULT TO REMOVE."
Problem solved! If I don't answer the phone, I'll be in the shower!
Exposing what lies beneath the bodies of dead bankers and what lies ahead for us
Ten bankers have been killed in the last month. Something really sinister is going on. Read this whole article at the bottom of this excerpt
If the bodies were dots on a piece of paper, connecting them results
in a sinister picture being drawn that involves global criminal activity
in the financial world the likes of which is almost without precedent.
It should serve as a warning that we are at the precipice of something
so big, it will shake the financial world as we know it to its core. It
seems to illustrate the complicity of big banks and governments, the
intelligence community, and the media.
Although the trail of mysterious and bizarre deaths detailed below
begin in late January, 2014, there are others. Not only that, there will
be more, according to sources within the financial world. Based on my
findings, these are not mere random, tragic cases of suicide, but of the
methodical silencing of individuals who had the ability to expose
financial fraud at the highest levels, and the complicity of certain
governmental agencies and individuals who are engaged in the greatest
theft of wealth the world has ever seen.
It is often said that life imitates art. In the case of the dead
financial executives, perhaps death imitates theater, or more
specifically, the movie The International, which was coincidently
released in U.S. theaters exactly five years ago today.
We are told by the media that the untimely deaths of these young men
and men in their prime are either suicides or tragic accidents. We are
told what to believe by the captured and controlled media, regardless of
how unusual or unlikely the circumstances, or how implausible the
explanation. Such are the hallmarks of high level criminality and the
involvement of a certain U.S. intelligence agency intent on keeping the
lid on money laundering on a global scale.
Exposing what lies beneath the bodies of dead bankers and what lies ahead for us
If the bodies were dots on a piece of paper, connecting them results
in a sinister picture being drawn that involves global criminal activity
in the financial world the likes of which is almost without precedent.
It should serve as a warning that we are at the precipice of something
so big, it will shake the financial world as we know it to its core. It
seems to illustrate the complicity of big banks and governments, the
intelligence community, and the media.
Although the trail of mysterious and bizarre deaths detailed below
begin in late January, 2014, there are others. Not only that, there will
be more, according to sources within the financial world. Based on my
findings, these are not mere random, tragic cases of suicide, but of the
methodical silencing of individuals who had the ability to expose
financial fraud at the highest levels, and the complicity of certain
governmental agencies and individuals who are engaged in the greatest
theft of wealth the world has ever seen.
It is often said that life imitates art. In the case of the dead
financial executives, perhaps death imitates theater, or more
specifically, the movie The International, which was coincidently
released in U.S. theaters exactly five years ago today.
We are told by the media that the untimely deaths of these young men
and men in their prime are either suicides or tragic accidents. We are
told what to believe by the captured and controlled media, regardless of
how unusual or unlikely the circumstances, or how implausible the
explanation. Such are the hallmarks of high level criminality and the
involvement of a certain U.S. intelligence agency intent on keeping the
lid on money laundering on a global scale.
Exposing what lies beneath the bodies of dead bankers and what lies ahead for us
Friday, February 14, 2014
Police Shoot, Kill 80-Year-Old Man In His Own Bed, Don't Find the Drugs They Were Looking For
Published on Feb 13, 2014
The deputies crashed through the front gate and began executing a search warrant for methamphetamine on the property. Detective Patrick Hobbs, a self-described narcotics expert who claimed he "smelled the strong odor of chemicals" downwind from the house after being tipped off to illegal activity from an anonymous informant, spearheaded the investigation.
The deputies announced their presence, and Pate emerged from the trailer where she'd been sleeping to escape the sweltering summer heat of the California desert. Lamos and a couple of friends emerged from another trailer, and a handyman tinkering with a car on the property also gave himself up without resistance. But Mallory, who preferred to sleep in the house, was nowhere to be seen.
Deputies approached the house, and what happened next is where things get murky. The deputies said they announced their presence upon entering and were met in the hallway by the 80-year-old man, wielding a gun and stumbling towards them. The deputies later changed the story when the massive bloodstains on Mallory's mattress indicated to investigators that he'd most likely been in bed at the time of the shooting. Investigators also found that an audio recording of the incident revealed a discrepancy in the deputies' original narrative: Before listening to the audio recording, [Sgt. John] Bones believed that he told Mallory to "Drop the gun" prior to the shooting. The recording revealed, however, that his commands to "Drop the gun" occurred immediately after the shooting.
When it was all over, Eugene Mallory died of six gunshot wounds from Sgt. John Bones' MP-5 9mm submachine gun. When a coroner arrived, he found the loaded .22 caliber pistol the two deputies claimed Mallory had pointed at them on the bedside table.
Mallory had not fired of a single shot. The raid turned up no evidence of methamphetamine on the property.
To find out more about this case, including details about what the police did find, watch the above video, featuring Mallory's widow Tonya Pate. Pate has filed a wrongful death lawsuit against the Los Angeles Sheriff's Department, an agency plagued by prison abuse scandals, questionable hiring practices, and allegations of racial profiling and harassment in recent years.
The Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department declined multiple requests to comment on this story.
Snope this!
First biracial President and the first to bless an organization
that kills babies all day long. He's special. Fact Check done!
Thursday, February 13, 2014
These so called suicides are murder.
I don't know exactly why yet, but I
know assassination when I see it. Obviously it's government who is
killing them... I just know yet know who or why. I have a feeling these
four and whomever is to follow knew/know something that is near crisis
in nature and is worth having a hit man off them.
I know for some this might be controversial.
Yet in your heart you know
it's true. Genetically you know there were kids you grew up with that
were just plain smart. Nature not nurture. This is why I oppose the
one size fits all public education
system. Kids with high native intelligence need to be challenged and
developed to their full potential. Kids with more limited intellectual
capacity should be targeted to develop the skill levels that will serve
them well for a lifetime. Schools don't do that now. No Child Left
Behind leaves many behind and the most gifted are the most abused so we
lose our intellectual capital.
I tend to think he may be right.
Here's an argument against the idea that there is a wealth problem
(Too much money in too few hands, the 1%, globally) in the world. Using
the Pareto Principle... and looking at statistics Gary North (a
catholic theologian) the idea.
How much of the farm bill is really about farming?
Roughly 80% of the
bill’s nearly $1 trillion in spending is food stamps. And, historically,
most of the farm bill’s subsidies have gone to farmers at the top. The
bottom 80% of subsidy recipients got an average of $3,000 from the
program. The top ten percent got an average of $91,000.
OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!!
I’m
reminded of Argentina’s policy of punishing people who dispute the
official inflation rate. We have that now in the USA. IF you are an
employer and you cut staff to fit into Obamacare guidelines and you say
so, YOU IN BIG TROUBLE BUBBA... We are now living on the other side of
the looking glass... Wonderland...
Monday, February 10, 2014
A Guide to Guys by Dave Barry
Guide To
Guys
from
the 1996 book by
Dave
Barry
For all
the ladies who are wondering what the guy is thinking while they are having
a
serious relationship discussion:
Let's say a
guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named Elaine. He asks her out to a
movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her
out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves.
They
continue to see each other regularly,
and after a
while neither one of them
is seeing
anybody else.
And then, one evening when they're driving home, a
thought occurs to Elaine, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: ''Do
you realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly six
months?''
And then
there is silence in the car. To Elaine, it seems like a very loud silence. She
thinks to herself: Geez, I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he's
been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I'm trying to push
him into some kind of obligation that he doesn't want, or isn't sure of.
And Roger is thinking: Gosh.
Six months.
And
Elaine is thinking:
But, hey,
I'm not so sure I want this kind of relationship, either. Sometimes I wish I had
a little more space, so I'd have time to think about whether I really want us to
keep going the way we are, moving steadily toward . . . I mean, where are we
going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy?
Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am
I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?
And Roger is thinking: . . . so
that means it was . . . let's see . . ...February when we started going out,
which was right after I had the car at the dealer's, which means . . . lemme
check the odometer . . . Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change
here.
And Elaine is thinking:
He's upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I'm reading this completely wrong.
Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe
he has sensed -- even before I sensed it -- that I was feeling some
reservations. Yes, I bet that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything
about his own feelings. He's afraid of being rejected.
And Roger is thinking:
And I'm gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don't care what those
morons say, it's still not shifting right. And they'd better not try to blame it
on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It's 87 degrees out, and this
thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves
$600.
And
Elaine is thinking: He's angry. And I don't blame him. I'd be angry,
too. God, I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can't help the way I
feel. I'm just not sure.
And Roger is thinking: They'll probably say it's only a 90-day warranty. That's exactly what they're gonna say, the scumballs.
And Elaine is thinking: Maybe I'm
just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come
riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting
right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I
truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is
in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.
And Roger is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I'll give them a warranty. I'll take their warranty and stick it right up their ...
''Roger,'' Elaine says aloud.
''What?'' says Roger, startled.
''Please don't torture yourself like this,''
she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. ''Maybe I should never have .
.
Oh God, I feel so ...
'' (She
breaks down, sobbing.)
''What?'' says Roger.
''I'm such
a fool,'' Elaine sobs. ''I mean, I know there's no knight. I really know that.
It's silly. There's no knight, and there's no horse.''
''There's no horse?'' says Roger.
''You think
I'm a fool, don't you?'' Elaine says.
''No!'' says Roger, glad to finally know the correct answer.
''It's just
that . . . It's that I . . . I need some time,'' Elaine says.
(There is a 15-second pause while Roger,
thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he
comes up with one that he thinks might work.)
"Yes,'' he
says.
(Elaine, deeply moved, touches his hand.)
''Oh,
Roger, do you really feel that way?''
she says.
''What
way?'' says Roger.
''That way about time,'' says Elaine.
''Oh,'' says Roger. ''Yes.''
(Elaine turns to face him and gazes deeply into his
eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next,
especially if it involves a horse.
(At last she speaks.)
''Thank
you, Roger,'' she says.
''Thank
you,'' says Roger.
Then he takes her
home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until
dawn, whereas when Roger gets back to his place, he opens a bag of
Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of
a tennis match between two Czechoslovakians he never heard of. A tiny voice in
the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back
there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand
what, and so he figures it's better if he doesn't think about it. (This is also
Roger's policy regarding world hunger.)
The next
day Elaine will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will
talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they
will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and
time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of
meaning, considering every possible ramification. They will continue to discuss
this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching
any
definite conclusions, but never
getting
bored with it, either.
Meanwhile, Roger, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Elaine's, will pause just before serving, frown, and say: ''Norm, did Elaine ever own a horse?''
Sunday, February 09, 2014
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