George Carlin

George Carlin, age 71, passed away Sunday, 22 June, due to heart failure.

"Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television" - what a legacy.

On last Tuesday, it was announced that Carlin was being awarded the 11th annual Mark Twain Prize for American Humor, which would have been/will be presented Nov. 10 in Washington and broadcast on PBS.

The Gratitude Sign

The Gratitude Sign.

Ever wonder how to say thank you when you see a military person in uniform if you ever see one?

See a simple way to do it from across a room or as you are passing by.

Also approriate to use with many others.

http://www.gratitudecampaign.org/shortmovie.php

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Drafting Guys over 60 in the USA

Drafting Guys over 60 in the USA

New Direction for the war on terrorists. Send Service Vets over 60.....

I am over 60 and the Armed Forces thinks I'm too old to track down terrorists. You can't be older than 42 to join the military. They've got the whole thing backasswards. Instead of sending 18-year olds off to fight, they ought to take us old guys. You shouldn't be able to join a military unit until you're at least 35.

For starters: Researchers say 18-year-olds think about sex every 10 seconds.
Old guys only think about sex a couple of times a day, leaving us more than 28,000 additional seconds per day to concentrate on the enemy.

Young guys haven't lived long enough to be cranky, and a cranky soldier is a dangerous soldier. 'My back hurts! I can't sleep, I'm tired and hungry.' We are impatient and maybe letting us kill some ass that desperately deserves it will make us feel better and shut us up for a while.

An 18 -year-old doesn't even like to get up before 10 a.m. Old guys always get up early to pee so what the hell. Besides, like I said, 'I'm tired and can't sleep and since I'm already up, I may as well be up killing some fanatical son-of-.....

If captured we couldn't spill the beans because we'd forget where we put them. In fact, name, rank, and serial number would be a real brainteaser.

Boot camp would be easier for old guys. We're used to getting screamed and yelled at, and we're used to soft food. We've also developed an appreciation for guns. We've been using them for years as an excuse to get out of the house, away from the screaming and yelling.

They could lighten up on the obstacle course, however. I've been in combat and didn't see a single 20-foot wall with rope hanging over the side, nor did I ever do any pushups after completing basic training. I can hear the Drill Sgt. in the 'New army' now, 'Get down and give me .. ER ... one.'

Actually, the running part is kind of a waste of energy, too. I've never seen anyone outrun a bullet.

An 18-year-old has the whole world ahead of him. He's still learning to shave, to start up a conversation with a pretty girl. He still hasn't figured out that a baseball cap has a brim to shade his eyes, not the back of his head.

These are all great reasons to keep our kids at home to learn a little more about life before sending them off into harm's way.

Let us old guys track down those dirty rotten coward terrorists. The last thing an enemy would want to see right now is a couple of million po'd old farts with 'attitude' and automatic weapons who know that their best years are already behind them.

If nothing else, put us on border patrol....we will have it secured the first night!



//This part humor, and part truth. Sent to me by an elder military friend. Author unknown to me.

Ferrari vs Moped

A hip young man goes out and buys the best car available: a brand new Ferrari.
It's also one of the most expensive cars in the world. He takes it out for a spin.

While he's stopped at a red light, an old man putting down the road on a moped pulls up next to him.
The codger looks over at the sleek, shiny vehicle and asks, "What kind of car ya got there, sonny?"

"A Ferrari 550. It cost more than half a million dollars!"

"That's a lot of money," says the old man. "Why so much?"

"Because this car can do up to 320 miles an hour!" states the young dude proudly.

Impressed, the moped driver asks, "Mind if I take a look inside?"

"No problem."

So the old man pokes his head in the window and looks around.
Then sitting back on his moped, he says, "That's a nice car, all right...but I'll stick with my moped! She's a good goer, too."

The young man rolls his eyes at the oldster's misplaced boast.
Just then the light changes and he decides to show the old man what his car can do.
He floors it. Within seconds the speedometer reads 160 mph.

Suddenly, he notices a dot in his rear view mirror. It seems to be getting closer!
He slows down to see what it could be and suddenly, whhhoooossshhh! Something whips by him, going much faster than he.

"What on earth could be going faster than my Ferrari?!" the young man asks himself.
He floors the accelerator and takes the Ferrari to 250 mph.
Then, up ahead of him, he sees that it's the old man on the moped.

"No way!" he exclaims. Stunned that the moped could pass his Ferrari he gives it more gas and passes the moped at 275 mph. Whoooooosh!

He's feeling pretty good until he looks in his mirror and sees the old man gaining on him again.
Astounded by the speed of this old guy he floors the gas pedal and takes the Ferrari all the way up to 320 mph.
Not five seconds later he sees the moped bearing down on him again. The Ferrari is flat out and there's nothing he can do.

Then -- WHAM! -- the moped plows into the back of his Ferrari, demolishing the rear.
The young man jumps out, and unbelievably, the old man is still alive!!!
He runs up to the mangled elder and says, "Oh my God! Is there anything I can do for you?"

The old man whispers with his dying breath, " Yeah, Unhook...my suspenders from your side-view mirror. "