Totally off topic

Once upon a time -- actually, back in the early 1950's -- in rural south
Mississippi, my old Granddaddy -- who now rests forever in the warm soil of
his native Louisiana -- imparted to me a bit of wisdom that has stayed with
me for lo these many years.

Now, you first must understand that I was an obstreperous youth -- given to
wild and crazy stuff -- not restrained by my Southern Baptist upbringing, by
regular memorization of the King James Bible, or by regular attendance at
the First Baptist Church of Centreville, Mississippi.

Also, you need to know that my dear ol' Granddad dropped out of school in
the eighth grade to support his stepmother and several siblings after the
death of his father. What he lacked in formal education, he made up for in
good sense. He was a "pillar" of our community -- a deacon in the church, a
county commissioner, president of the school board, president of the ration
control board during WW II, etc., etc.

So one day he was sitting in his rocking chair on the front porch, playing
his fiddle, drinking Community Dark Roast Coffee, and reading his King James
Schofield Reference Bible. I was up to something -- at this point I don't
recall exactly what but it likely was no good.

"Son," said Granddad, " you need to stop wrassling with the pigs. You just
need to stop going down into the barnyard and wrassllin' with the pigs."

"But, why, Granddad?"

"Because, son, when you wrassle with a pig, you don't solve anything,
everybody gets dirty, but the damned pig just loves it."

It would be several decades before I recognized the wisdom of my
Granddaddy's admonition.

Doink.

Oh, excuse me, I meant to say "Ploink."

You can't even get an original tale...this gets posted about once a week.
Brilliant.

CHRIS REICH
"Joe S." wrote in message
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Once upon a time -- actually, back in the early 1950's -- in rural south
Mississippi, my old Granddaddy -- who now rests forever in the warm soil
of his native Louisiana -- imparted to me a bit of wisdom that has stayed
with me for lo these many years.

Now, you first must understand that I was an obstreperous youth -- given
to wild and crazy stuff -- not restrained by my Southern Baptist
upbringing, by regular memorization of the King James Bible, or by regular
attendance at the First Baptist Church of Centreville, Mississippi.

Also, you need to know that my dear ol' Granddad dropped out of school in
the eighth grade to support his stepmother and several siblings after the
death of his father. What he lacked in formal education, he made up for
in good sense. He was a "pillar" of our community -- a deacon in the
church, a county commissioner, president of the school board, president of
the ration control board during WW II, etc., etc.

So one day he was sitting in his rocking chair on the front porch, playing
his fiddle, drinking Community Dark Roast Coffee, and reading his King
James Schofield Reference Bible. I was up to something -- at this point I
don't recall exactly what but it likely was no good.

"Son," said Granddad, " you need to stop wrassling with the pigs. You
just need to stop going down into the barnyard and wrassllin' with the
pigs."

"But, why, Granddad?"

"Because, son, when you wrassle with a pig, you don't solve anything,
everybody gets dirty, but the damned pig just loves it."

It would be several decades before I recognized the wisdom of my
Granddaddy's admonition.

Doink.

Oh, excuse me, I meant to say "Ploink."

Is this meant to squelch discussion? It's a good thing Joe's Grandpa
ain't around today to see how things have changed. Today, when a pig
needs wrassling ya gotta wrassle it. Let Ann Coulter get away with her
irrational hatred? Let the right wing get away with its takeover of
the public discussion?

The Republican party and the right wing media radio talk show hate
mongers and their clones on Fox TV like Sean Hannity and Bill O'Reilly
are the real pigs. Wrassle with 'em? You bet. Every rational citizen
ought to recognize 'em for the pigs they are.

Wrassle with 'em 'til they're done on the spit & ready to carve up &
eat.

Maybe then people will wake up from the daze such hatemongers have put
into their minds from too much listening to the constant drone of
propaganda from the Right.

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Maybe then people will wake up from the daze such hatemongers have put
into their minds from too much listening to the constant drone of
propaganda from the Right.




Whats funny about you far to the left types is that the
media in general is almost completely liberal.
Yet if there is just one conservative paper, or news
show, you people get all worked over and upset, claiming
all sorts of unfair bias, and falsehoods.

You are more intolerant than someone like ann coulter ever
could be. I dont like what she says, but support her
right to say it. If you had your way, you wouldnt allow
her to say/print it if possible.

You dont like what they say ? So what.
What happened to free speech ?
Or is that reserved only for people who agree with you completely ?

You are the intolerant one, as is the far left in general.


And the truth is going to hurt you more. The republicans
might be muddled and confused, yet the democratic party
is being hijacked by the far left. And most of the country
is somewhere in the middle. So come election time, most of
the country will not fall for the leftist who now seem to
control the democratic party. The might not like the
republican bumbling, but have no interest in letting
the far left get into power. Better to have a bumbling fool (s)
in power than a fanatical group that imposes it's values
on people whether they believe in them or not.

Dont believe it ? Get out of the major cities sometime
and see how people think. You would really be surprised !





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AM

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AM wrote:
wrote:


Maybe then people will wake up from the daze such hatemongers have put
into their minds from too much listening to the constant drone of
propaganda from the Right.




Whats funny about you far to the left types is that the
media in general is almost completely liberal.

To the extent that trying to tell people the truth is a liberal value,
you are right. But in all other respects, the media are generally
corporate, not liberal. In fact, "corporate" has meant "Republican" in
the last several years, as one party controls all 3 branches of
government and businesses don't want to seem like they aren't team
players. Witness AT&T handing over private data without a search warrant.

Community Coffee,

Gee, I hadn't heard about that in years since I've moved from SW
Louisiana!

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Community Coffee,

Gee, I hadn't heard about that in years since I've moved from SW
Louisiana!


You can order Community Coffee directly from them, online -- here's their
URL:
http://www.communitycoffee.com/ccc/

Click on the SHOPPING tab. You can get any of their roasts, ground or whole
bean.

I keep a couple of pounds of dark roast whole bean on hand and every few
days I brew up a cup or two in my old, battered, chipped-enamel French drip
pot. Just like back home in Wilkinson County, Mississippi, with Granddad in
his rocking chair on the front porch, reading his King James Bible, sipping
his Community coffee, and dispensing wisdom.

pigs are pretty smart - as for youu ??

"Joe S." wrote:

Once upon a time -- actually, back in the early 1950's -- in rural south
Mississippi, my old Granddaddy -- who now rests forever in the warm soil of
his native Louisiana -- imparted to me a bit of wisdom that has stayed with
me for lo these many years.

Now, you first must understand that I was an obstreperous youth -- given to
wild and crazy stuff -- not restrained by my Southern Baptist upbringing, by
regular memorization of the King James Bible, or by regular attendance at
the First Baptist Church of Centreville, Mississippi.

Also, you need to know that my dear ol' Granddad dropped out of school in
the eighth grade to support his stepmother and several siblings after the
death of his father. What he lacked in formal education, he made up for in
good sense. He was a "pillar" of our community -- a deacon in the church, a
county commissioner, president of the school board, president of the ration
control board during WW II, etc., etc.

So one day he was sitting in his rocking chair on the front porch, playing
his fiddle, drinking Community Dark Roast Coffee, and reading his King James
Schofield Reference Bible. I was up to something -- at this point I don't
recall exactly what but it likely was no good.

"Son," said Granddad, " you need to stop wrassling with the pigs. You just
need to stop going down into the barnyard and wrassllin' with the pigs."

"But, why, Granddad?"

"Because, son, when you wrassle with a pig, you don't solve anything,
everybody gets dirty, but the damned pig just loves it."

It would be several decades before I recognized the wisdom of my
Granddaddy's admonition.

Doink.

Oh, excuse me, I meant to say "Ploink."