Let’s see, we have a cat with an arrow thru its head in Santa Cruz California (no real story there, they are looking for the cat hater), Osamma-been-forgotten is now no longer with us and Facebook is alive with virus attacks (I found that somewhat amusing, all these ding-dongs clicking on the death video, which we all know, there wasn’t one, and then getting infected … gives a totally new meaning to the term “friending another person” now doesn’t it.).
Charlie Sheen tours tornado damage in the deep south (I am not making this up people!)
How about Manuel Albert Soares, an international fugitive sought by Portugal since he skipped out on a prison sentence in 2008. He was caught driving in the carpool lane of the New Jersey Turnpike this week without enough passengers. Now that was stoooopid … So I guess that leaves us with the milk truck? Remember those ad’s on television awhile back … “Milk … It does a body good.?” Well a quick thinking driver of a milk tanker in Northern Ireland saved the lives of two men trapped in a burning car by dousing the flames with milk.
When he came across the crash scene, he positioned his truck so he could hose the fire from the tank’s rear valve. When firefighters arrived on the scene, they rescued the trapped men, and then they were transported to a local hospital.
A high school janitor has paid for a new running track in White Center Washington. He won $3.4 million on the lottery (over five years ago incidentally) and has continued to work at the school during this time. Last week, he donated $40,0000 toward the installation of a new track. He is retiring, and he said that “kids do things for you, they keep you young.” I will have to remember that one.
Reminds me of the principal of a grammar school who had a problem with all the girls in the girls bathroom smearing lipstick on the mirror. They would apply their lipstick and then in turn, kiss the mirror to smear it. When the principal told the janitor about it, he said, “I can fix that.”
So they both went into the girls bathroom when all the girls were present (forewarning them first that they were coming in) and the principal, in front of the little ladies “explained the problem to the janitor.”
The janitor then said to the principal, “I can fix that.” He then walked over to the closest commode, stuck in his brush, pulled it out, smeared the liquid all over the mirror, then pulled a wipe rag from his pocket and rubbed vigorously until the mirror was again, squeaky clean.
From that day on … There was never a lip print on the mirror again.
Never underestimate the power of American ingenuity. That is what they often like to call pro-active thinking, and then you run across non-productive thinking, such as in the next comment.
Just when you think “you have seen or read it all” you come across the moron’s in Thornton, Colorado, who have outlawed spinning barbershop poles. Here is another bad case of legislated American overkill.
The tradition of marking barbershops with a red, white, and blue striped pole dates back to medieval times. But the city fathers in this backwater stop to nowhere have said that a modern version of it poses a threat to public safety. “We don’t want signs to be distracting especially to motorists who are driving by. (Motorists who are most likely driving by and text messaging on their cell phones for cryin’ out loud)
We need a break from all of these elected “do gooders that over regulate our lives.”
One more and then I am outta here (Which my good friend in Florida, Bill, hates it when I say that). Just this week, in New York a new law was passed regulating childhood games such as tag, Wiffle ball, and horseshoes, which will now soon be designated “non-passive recreational activities with significant risk of injury.”
Glad they got that straight, and lookie here, just in time for summer.
Give me a break.