Thursday, August 2, 2007

...Until They Know How Much You Care!!!

Same goes with fame, fortune and good looks!
Are people inordinately highly esteemed because of their wealth, fame, degrees, pedigrees, size, race, ethnicity, geographical region, ability, talents, skills, language, mobility, looks and/or size of their privates? Is that right? Is that fair? How about the heartand soul? Are we all doomed to be prejudiced?
Is there any room for politically incorrect opinions? Do you have to agree that everything is okay in the name of diversity? Aren't there some things that are really not okay? Is there really only one human race, or many races to rule the world?
Is it true that nobody really cares how much you know or have until they know how much caring you have?
Waddyathink?

7 comments:

Polo Colon said...

Opinions are like bellybuttons---everybody has one, but only Truth endures!

What is the Truth in the Big Bang beginning all by itself?

Is it a truism that the more we know, the more we don't, and even more questions are raised? Oh, but we know so much in this modernistic society, don't we?

Hey, who's giving up that atomic bomb first?

Polo Colon said...

Is it a question of balance? Reasons? Questions without answers? Understanding, really? How can you understand cruelty? Can you? Are you into that? Is evil cool with you? Is evil relative to you? How about good? Is the method of Socrates really the best way? Could there be another way? Or ways? Can jazz be defined? Can love? What about a Yaqui way of knowledge? Is it really? Were the Mayans really more advanced? Even with Human sacrificing? Can you really tell when a lawyer is lying because his/her lips are moving? Is there really a fine line between a lawyer and a liar? Where are all the missing links? Do we really have to understand all there is in the world and in the universe? Can we? Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing? If I kissed you today, will you still love me tomorrow? What is love? Do you really have to answer any of these questions?

D. Hall said...

Hey Colin! Thought you might relate to this advice regarding your beautiful daughters!

DADDY'S TEN RULES OF DATING
Submitted by iVillager Kim H.

Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk, you'd better
be delivering a package -- because you're sure not
picking anything up.

Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may
glance at her so long as you do not peer at anything
below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands
off my daughter's body, I will remove them.

Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys
your age to wear their trousers so loose that they
appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't
take this as an insult, but you and all of your
friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair
and open-minded about this issue, so I propose this
compromise: You may come to the door with your
underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big,
and I will not object. However, in order to ensure
that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during
the course of your date with my daughter, I will take
my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers
securely in place.

Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world,
having sex without using a "barrier method" of some
kind can kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to
sex with my daughter, I am the barrier and I am the
one who will do the killing.

Rule Five:
It is generally understood that in order for us to
get to know each other, we should talk about sports,
politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not
do this. The only information I require from you is
an indication of when you expect to have my daughter
safely back at my house, and the only answer I need
from you on this subject is "Early."

Rule Six:
I have no doubt that you are a popular fellow with
many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine
with me as long as it is okay with my daughter.
Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little
girl, you will continue to date no one but her until
she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will
make you cry.

Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway waiting for my
daughter to appear, even if more than an hour goes
by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time
for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter
is putting on her makeup, a process than can take
longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead
of just standing there, why don't you do something
useful like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight:
The following locations are not appropriate for a
date with my daughter: Places where there are beds,
sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places
where there is darkness. Places where there is
dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where
the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my
daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff t-shirts
or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a
goose down parka zipped up to her throat. Movies with
strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided;
movies which feature chainsaws are okay. Hockey games
are okay. Old folks' homes are better.

Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied,
balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on
issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing,
merciless God of your universe. If I ask you where
you are going and with whom, you have one chance to
tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but
the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres
behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. The voices in my head
frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for
you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull
into the driveway you should exit the car with both
hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password,
announce in a clear voice that you have brought my
daughter home safely and early, then return to your
car. There is no need for you to come inside. The
camouflaged face at the window is mine.

D. Hall said...

Hi Colin,

I only have answer to some of your questions;

1. Were the Mayans really more advanced? Even with Human sacrificing?

ANSWER: We just have more “sophisticated” methods of Human sacrifice. Educational institutions attempt to kill and sacrifice the human spirit. The war in Iraq is as barbaric as in any other antique civilization.

2. Can you really tell when a lawyer is lying because his/her lips are moving?

ANSWER: Education Law 30302050770 b. states that if the moving lips are located on the face of any attorney, it can be identified as a lie.


3. What is the difference between a lawyer and a liar?

ANSWER: The difference between lawyer and liar are 4 letters.


4. Do we really have to understand all there is in the world and in me tomorrow?

ANWER: No, but if you have any questions go ask school administrators and the NYS education department and they will provide answers to any question you might have. Or, ask the Teachers Net chat board, the world’s foremost authority on questions regarding education and the universe.

Daaanya

D. Hall said...

Three things to think about:

1. Cows
2. The Constitution
3. The Ten Commandments

COWS: Is it just me, or does anyone else find it amazing that our government can track a single cow born in Canada almost three years ago, right to the stall where she sleeps in the state of Washington? And, they tracked her calves right to their stalls. But they are unable to locate 11 million illegal aliens wandering around our country. Maybe we should give each of them a cow.

THE CONSTITUTION: They keep talking about drafting a Constitution for Iraq . Why don't we just give them ours? It was written by a lot of really smart guys, it has worked for over 200 years, and we're not using it anymore.

THE TEN COMMANDMENTS: The real reason that we can't have the Ten Commandments posted in a courthouse is this: You cannot post "Thou Shalt Not Steal," "Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery", and "Thou Shall Not Lie" in a building full of lawyers, judges and politicians. It creates a hostile work environment.

AMEN

D. Hall said...

THE SUBSTITUTE

When I step into the class
They laugh and chuckle with glee
Because all the kids know -
I’m a “substitute”, you see

Every assignment is
A brand new day
Wherever they place me,
I have no say

Each day is like
My first day at school,
When the substitute comes,
The kids whisper, “COOL!”

My day is spent trying to
Keep kids in their seats
Locating a lesson plan
Is no small feat.

What lesson they learn,
No one could care,
And if I get to teach,
It’s extremely rare.

I heard they don’t
Give tenure anymore -
So after a week or so,
They show me the door

An academic nomad,
With no class of her own
They don’t give tenure anymore,
Statistics have shown

Why did I decide
To get this degree?
Any Joe could do this
They didn’t need me.

- Dania Hall

Polo Colon said...

So now we know that time and space are a fabric called Time-Space! Wow! So does the Big Bang theory or E=MCsquared explain it?
And can it explain how long the dinosaurs lasted without evolving or how we evolved so much faster from monkeys to monkey men - or how we still give monkeys a bad name in saying we evolved from them? Isn't it true that lawyers and politicians may actually have the genes that prove that they are really the true missing links?