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Hey, I'm married, not blind; I can still look. But at my age I don't enjoy looking at women who are that much younger than I am.
Riiiigggghhhhhttttt..... :rofl:
Hey, I'm married, not blind; I can still look. But at my age I don't enjoy looking at women who are that much younger than I am.
I had a youngster not long ago ask me "is it natural that as I get older, I find older women attractive?....I mean really old...like 30"
I would have told him that it was unnatural and that he ought to go wash his eyes out with soap now
I wish I'd thought of that. I could have had some real fun with the kid.
That is what kids are for.
You should hear some of the fancy tales I tell my boys to keep them from doing stupid things. They would scare Freddy Kruger.
[video=youtube;BE-5Ye15PVY]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BE-5Ye15PVY[/video]
I'll save that talk for later. For now they get the one about how Santa works. You know the one where Santa's workshop had a bad fire and lots of elves were killed in the fire. Yeah, well, Santa has to replace those elves for all the good boys and girls to get presents. Therefore he turns the bad boys and girls into elves and takes them away to the North Pole for that purpose.
You should see how they look when I mention that their ears are getting pointy.
"It's just like Santa's workshop except it smells like mushrooms and everybody looks like they want to hurt me."
My parents told me and my brother that we could ask for things from Santa, but that my Dad had to reimburse Santa after Christmas for what we got. That kept our "asking-Santa" tendencies in check.
(My Dad was strongly anti-union, so striking elves would *never* have been mentioned.)
If my Dad thought that the elves were striking he would have done that also.
The problem with an elf picket line is that the scabs could just step over it.
You may have something there... John L. Lewis may have really been John Elf Lewis - those eyebrows didn't look exactly human...
The forty-second day of the [Flint Michigan] strike arrived and nearly passed. It was almost midnight when there was a knock on the door of the hotel room of [John L. Lewis] There stood the miserable governor Murphy...In his hand was an order to the troops of the National guard to clear the plants on the following morning.
John L. who had been ill, now gathered himself for the final effort. He turned all his scorn and eloquence upon the suffering Governor who had said that he must “uphold the law.” [Saul] Alinsky describes the scene:
Lewis continued with his voice rising with each sentence. ’Governor Murphy, when you gave ardent support to the Irish revolutionary movement against the British Empire, you were not doing that because of your high regard for law and order. You did not then say “Uphold the law!” When your father, Governor Murphy, was imprisoned by the British authorities for his activities as an Irish revolutionary, you did not sing forth with hosannas and say “The law cannot be wrong. The law must be supported. It is right and just that my father be put in prison. Praised be the law!”
“And when the British government took your grandfather as an Irish revolutionary and hanged him by the neck until he was dead, you did not get down on your knees and burst forth in praise for the sanctity and the glory and the purity of the law, the law that must be upheld at all costs!
“But here, Governor Murphy, you do. You want my answer, sir? I give it to you. Tomorrow morning I shall personally enter General Motors Plant Chevrolet Number 4. I shall order the men to disregard your order, to stand fast. I shall then walk to the largest window in the plant, open it, divest myself of my outer rainments, remove my shirt and bare my bosom. Then when you order your troops to fire, mine will be the first breast those bullets will strike!’
Then Lewis lowered his voice. ’And as my body falls from the window to the ground, you listen to the voice of your grandfather as he whispers in your ear, ‘Frank are you sure you are doing the right thing?’”
Actually, a real symptom of the decline of standards today is that we don't have men like the original Mr. Lewis anymore.
-- "John L. Lewis: An Unauthorized Biography" by Saul Alinsky, Putnam 1949.
P.S.: Murphy called off the Guard.