Hate spreads

Every cause has its lunacy. Abortion, Religion, Politics, Immigration, Same-Sex Marriage; the list could go on and on. In every impassioned debate, you'll find someone willing to “line them all up and shoot them”. That haters hide themselves behind the bible, their guns, the flag, or whatever icon they feel represents their cause, doesn't change the fact they hate, and are looking for a target.

The only thing these haters want is someone to argue with, an opportunity to spew their anti-(fill-in-the-blank) rhetoric. Don’t engage these people. Don’t debate these people. Your measured words and intelligent, reasoned argument would change nothing. If anything, you’ll find yourself being drawn too near their hatred, and finding hatred within yourself.

And they will have found the target they were looking for.

What can you do? Disarm them. When their rant begins, grow silent. School your face to reveal nothing but compassion. Then change the subject.

If you’re still not able to get away from their hatred, gather yourself to walk away, look them in the eye, and say, “I’ll pray for you.” Then remove that hatred from your life. The absence will be a blessing beyond compare.

Best (and/or Worst) Pick up Lines I've ever heard

 

Best (and/or Worst) Pick up Lines I’ve ever heard

To start our weekend off right, I offer these pick up lines to all of you heading out for the evening trolling, uh, I mean, searching for love. The following are old ones, new ones, cheesy ones, and groaners. At least one should give you a good chuckle.

In no way, shape, or form do I recommend or condone the use of any of the following pick up lines. Unless, of course, they work, then in that case, it was all me.

Here we go, and good luck.

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I lost my phone number. Can I borrow yours?

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Hey, I got a question for you.  What do you call twelve Ford F150s at a rock quarry?

 I have no idea.

 A pick up line that actually works.

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Him: Bond.  James Bond.

Her: Off.  Fuck off. 

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You're absolutely gorgeous, and I'd like to think your inner beauty is even more so. I'd like the chance to find out.

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Hello. My name is Elmer J. Fudd. Millionaire. I own a mansion and a yacht. (You have to be old enough to know where this line is from, what voice to say it in, and are speaking to someone who is old enough to understand the joke.)

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What has 148 teeth and holds back the Incredible Hulk? 

 My zipper.

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It's no use pretending to be a beautiful dumb blonde. I can tell you're a smart intelligent woman. (pause)

No, seriously, I'm a rocket scientist. I know these things.

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Did you sit in a pile of sugar? ‘Cuz you have one sweet ass.

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Let's talk about feelings. Emotions in beautiful women fascinate me. Right now I'm feeling very nervous. Say something to calm me down.

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Even Nestle doesn’t make candy as sweet as you.

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Bathsheba had nothing on you.

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I was so caught up by your beauty, I ran into that wall over there. So I’m gonna need your name and number for insurance purposes.

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I’m Mr. Right. Someone said you were looking for me?

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I own a car wash. Let’s get dirty.

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Is that a sonic screwdriver in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?

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You don’t have health insurance, do you? Because you have got “fine” written all over you.

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There’s something wrong with my cell phone. It doesn’t have your number in it.

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If I were to ask you out on a date, would your answer be the same as the answer to this question?

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Are you from Tennessee? Because you’re the only ten I see.

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I’m writing a blog on the most beautiful things I’ve seen. Mind if I interview you?

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Are you a weeping angel? Because I haven’t blinked since I first saw your face.

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Do you have a band-aid? I scraped me knee falling for you.

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Do you remember me? No? Oh that’s right! We’ve only met in my dreams!

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Be careful out there, ladies and gentlemen. And remember…The author does not assume and hereby disclaims any liability to any party for any loss, damage, or disruption caused by the use of the previous suggestions, whether such loss, damage or disruption results from negligence, accident, or any other cause.

Re-elect NO One

Did you vote for ObamaCare? Hmm...Neither did I. We were never given the opportunity. Whether for or against, up or down, is irrelevant. We don't get to say.

We don't get a voice."'WE THE PEOPLE" now do what we're told.

Here's an idea I'd love to spread.

Have signs/banners made declaring 'RE-ELECT NO ONE' and post them in our yards every election until each and every one of these bozo's (Dems and GOP's) are gone. Let's see how an entirely new Senate/Congress might work out.

Just a thought...are you with me?

Pedistrians in the Crosshairs

A post titled  Caught in a Set Up describes how the Orange County Sheriff office set up a no win situation that culminated in my being ticketed for failure to 'yield the right of way' to a pedestrian. I ended up paying a hefty fine for my negligence.

What is the latest scourge on the roadways of Central Florida? Pedestrians.

Are they a danger to traffic? Absolutely. Are they a danger to others? You betcha. Will they be fined for their crime? Okay, now the questions are just getting silly. Of course they will. This is Florida, after all.

But, what crime will these wanton souls disregarding our safety be charged with, you may ask.

Texting While Walking.

There will be a ban on Florida sidewalks as of October from people texting while walking, due to the flooding of the local ER's.

No. I'm not kidding. Read the Orlando Sentinel article here.

Big brother is alive and well, and watching over us. Protecting us. From ourselves. Just don't text about it while walking.

Ignorance

"Real knowledge is to know the extent of one’s ignorance." - Confucius

I stumbled upon the above quote while searching for something on the web today. There are a lot of variations of this out there. Some much more complicated, some made so simple the meaning becomes lost.

It brought to mind a story that made the difference between “ignorant” and “stupid” crystal clear.

I was having dinner at a restaurant with my husband, Dart and his father, both Cuban. Our waitress spoke Spanish, so my husband ordered for us in their language. She looked at me and in Spanish asked a question, which I couldn't answer. This situation, where someone assumes I speak the language always leaves me uncomfortable.

Dart said to her, in English, "She's ignorant of the Spanish language."

I lost my breath. I honestly could not breathe for the perceived insult. The look on my face must have made my feelings obvious. I got up and walked out, with Dart right on my heels. I left the restaurant with him following and apologizing and trying to explain himself. At least, that’s what I think he was saying. I couldn’t make out exact words. The pounding in my head drowned out all ability to process and understand speech in any language. I kept walking until the throbbing in my ears subsided.

Once calm enough, my hearing returned. I spun around and shouted, "How dare you! You would call me stupid in front of a stranger? In front of your father? What was it? Did you think if you insulted my inability to speak your language, she’d think you more of a man? What the hell?"

“Please, sweetheart, listen. You misunderstood. I said ‘ignorant’, not ‘stupid.’”

“What?! What difference does that make? Is that your idea of an apology?”

“No! Baby, ignorant is to say you haven’t learned something you’re capable of learning. Stupid means you’re incapable of learning, no matter what.”

I gasped. I suddenly remembered English is his second language. With no trace of an accent, it was sometimes hard to keep that fact in mind. Of course he would differentiate the words down to such detail. I felt a bigger fool than I’d ever felt in my life. Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t throw my arms around him and profess my undying admiration or anything. I am woman, after all.

So I said, “I understand you are ignorant of the implications of certain words when spoken in public. Now, let’s get back to the table. I think your father may be concerned.”

Since then, I have been keenly aware of my ignorance, as Dart has been aware of his.

Trayvon Martin v George Zimmerman

A summation from Dart Morales...

A dumb wanna-be cop and a dumb wanna-be thug meet in the dark to exchange bad decisions.