Sunday, October 14, 2012

Why we should not get rid of public funding for PBS and NPR

Anyone looking to pull funding from PBS and NPR just doesn't understand the value of education, and/or listen/watch and read the huge volume of non partisan studies showing the high quality of politically unbiased journalism that we Americans can enjoy and share with others around the world. Unbiased journalism that does not need to be compromised chasing after the advertising dollars.

BTW, how many children and adults are bilingual, can read and write and count because of the great FREE programing on PBS? What is that worth? Worth $1.60 per person a year? Yep. that is all the public funding PBS and NPR get COMBINED - bet you thought it was way more...didn't you!

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Irish Sausages - funny Irish joke

Shamus and Murphy fancied a pint or two but didn't have a lot of money. Between them they could only raise the staggering sum of one Euro.

Murphy said 'Hang on, I have an idea.'

He went next door to the butcher's shop and came out with one large sausage.

Shamus said 'Are you crazy? Now we don't have any money at all!'

Murphy replied, 'Don't worry - just follow me.'

He went into the pub where he immediately ordered two pints of Guinness and two glasses of Jamieson Whiskey.

Shamus said 'Now you've lost it. Do you know how much trouble we will be in? We haven't got any money!!'

Murphy replied, with a smile. 'Don't worry, I have a plan. Cheers! '

They downed their Drinks. Murphy said, 'OK, I'll stick the sausage through my zipper and you go on your knees and put it in your mouth.'

The barman noticed them, went berserk, and threw them out.

They continued this, pub after pub, getting more and more drunk, all for free.

At the tenth pub Shamus said 'Murphy - I don't think I can do any more of this. I'm drunk and me knees are killing me!'

Murphy said, 'How do you think I feel? I can't even remember which pub I lost the sausage in.'

Saturday, October 6, 2012

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