TRUE or FALSE? - 5 play!!!!

If you have a “Sister Joseph’s Nodule,” you have been diagnosed with belly-button cancer.







 Sister Joseph, a surgical assistant at Saint Mary’s Hospital in Rochester, Minnesota, had a knack for spotting malignant lumps on patients. On several occasions, she found a particular kind of lump in patients’ navels that would turn out to be associated with cancer. She informed Dr. William Mayo of her observations, and he in turn reported the condition in 1928 during a lecture at the Cincinnati Academy of Medicine, calling it “pants-button umbilicus,” but made no mention of Sister Joseph. It wasn’t until 1949 that Sister Joseph’s name was attached to the condition, ten years after her death.

The yeast extract left over from the manufacture of beer is considered a delicacy in Australia.







 Fred Walker, a Melbourne native working in the food industry, found that the tons of leftover yeast extract that comes from brewing beer were not only a good source of vitamin B, but also quite delicious—if you liked that sort of thing. He first marketed the product in 1922, calling it Vegemite, but it took 14 years before his countrymen fell in love with it. Currently, 22 million jars of the pungent spread are sold each year.

The number of twin births in the United States is decreasing.





 According to the National Center for Health Statistics, between 1980 and 2000, the number of twin births increased 74%. Triplet births have increased fivefold. The increase is attributed to American women getting pregnant later in life (multiple gestations are more likely after the age of 30) and the rise of fertility drugs and assisted reproductive techniques such as in vitro fertilization.

The jigsaw puzzle was invented to teach geography.







 In 1767, John Spilsbury, a teacher in England and formerly the apprentice to the Royal Geographer, made the first jigsaw puzzle. He glued a map of England and Wales to a board and used a fine saw to cut along the borders in hopes of creating a tool to teach his students geography. For the next 20 years, only geographical jigsaw puzzles like Spilsbury’s were made. Interlocking pieces did not come into being until the invention of power tools, more than a century later.

More people died from the two eruptions of Mount Vesuvius, Italy, than all the eruptions of other volcanoes put together.





 Fewer than 7,000 people died in the eruptions of A.D. 79 and 1631. The 1815 eruption of Tambora killed at least 92,000 people. The second most deadly eruption was in 1883 at Krakatoa, where 36,417 people died in the ensuing tidal wave. The most deadly eruption in recent times was in 1985 at Ruiz, Colombia, when 25,000 people perished.

From The Emerald City

The Wizard's son is comig to visit for a few days so I won't be posting. See you Friday!

In the meantime...Check the archives. I'm sure you missed some!

Yours,

--The Wizard

Received this email....

ALL CHAIN MAILS DESIGNED TO WASTE YOUR TIME AND GET YOUR EMAIL ADDY ON SPAM LISTS

I must send my thanks to whoever sent me the one about rat crap in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet towel with every envelope that needs sealing.

Also, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.


I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown)who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time.


I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program. (Allen!)


I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa's novena has granted my every wish.


I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.


I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.


Thanks to all of my friends, I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an email to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.


Because of your concern, I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.


I no longer can buy gasoline without taking a man along to watch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm pumping gas.


I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr. Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put "Under God" on their cans.


I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.


And, thanks for letting me know I can't boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face...disfiguring me for life.


I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.


I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops or the Salvation Army.


I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Singapore, and I no longer have any sneakers --but that will change once I receive my free replacement pair from Nike.


I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe. Thanks to any and all of you who told me I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my butt.


Thank you too for all the endless advice Andy Rooney has given us. I can live a better life now because he's told us how to fix everything.


And, thanks to your great advice, I can't ever pick up $5.00 I dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.



FAVORITE PART OF THIS IS...TADA...........If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 4:00 PM this afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician...

Have a wonderful day!

*Thanks, Andy!

Running in the Rain

A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Target. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Target.

We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in, "Mom, let's run through the rain," she said.

"What?" Mom asked.

"Let's run through the rain!" she repeated.

"No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit,"! Mom replied.

This young child waited about another minute and repeated, "Mom, let's run through the rain."

"We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said.

"No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm.

"This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?"

"Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!'"

The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes.

Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.

"Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If God let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing," Mom said.

Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars. And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.

Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories... so, don't forget to make time and take opportunities to make memories everyday. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.

I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to
appreciate them, a day to love them but then an entire life to
forget them.

Take the time to live!!!

Keep in touch with your friends, you never know when you'll need each other -- and don't forget to run in the rain!

Here's my new living will template. Feel free to pass it on

I, (name)_________________________, being of sound mind and body, do not wish to be kept alive indefinitely by artificial means.

Under no circumstances should my fate be put in the hands of nitwit politicians who couldn't pass ninth-grade biology if their lives depended on it or lawyers/doctors interested in simply running up the bills.

If a reasonable amount of time passes and I fail to ask for at least one of the following:

______a Glass of Wine,

______a Margarita,

______a Cold Beer,

______anything Chocolate,

______a pork chop

______shrimp, lobster, crab legs or fish

______the remote control

______a bowl of ice cream

______a hot dog, hamburger or bologna sandwich

______Sex

______a pair of new shoes

It should be presumed that I won't ever get better.

When such a determination is reached, I hereby instruct my appointed person and attending physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes and call it a day. At this point it is time to call the New Orleans Jazz Funeral Band to come do their thing at my funeral, and ask all of my friends to raise their glasses to toast the good times we have had.

Signature: ____________________________

Date: _____________________ 2006

I also hear that in Ireland they have a Nursing Home with a Pub. The patients are happier and they have a lot more visitors. (Sounds like my kind of Nursing Home)

*Thanks, SalTCBug

Dan "The Sailorman"

There is this man who lives in Saskatoon - If you have been downtown, in the Broadway area, or Holliston, where I live, you probably have seen him.

Dan, (I only recently met him and learned his name), doesn't own a car, or even take the bus. You can always see him walking, taking large strides, his long grey hair flowing in the breeze. Dan usually has hand drawn pictures of large sailing ships (complete with all the rigging" meticuously drawn using marker on large sheets of plain white paper.

I had see this man many times before I met him and I laughed when I saw him and said: "There goes that crazy guy, trying to sell his pictures again!"...

After speaking with him, he changed my mind. You see, Dan, speaks with a sailor's accent and has a grizzled face, and full beard and mustache... he could really pass for a sailor! He is a very nice man and is a joy to have a conversation with.

He is very interesting, speaking about how ole Mother Nature could really pack a wallop on the old seas...

I don't know if he is a real sailor or if it's just in his mind. But you know what? It really doesn't matter. He has already enriched my life, just by speaking with him.

So. If you see someone who doesn't appear 'quite right', don't just dismiss them as crazy. They may have a story or two, that can give you a positive look on life. Sometimes it's they who have the most unclouded look at life, unecumbered by daily worries.

Dan has since passed away. I miss our encounters. I still have the stuffed Minnie Mouse he gave me.

Constable Robin Cameron (1977-2006)

Constable Robin Cameron dreamed of being an RCMP officer and she refused to let her life's hardships -- being a single, teenaged mother and a high school drop-out -- stop her from fulfilling that goal.

Last night, around 11:00 PM, 29 year-old Robin passed away at Saskatoon's Royal University Hospital after undergoing extensive surgery. She leaves behind, her 11 year old daughter and many friends and relatives to mourn her passing.

A fellow officer, her partner, 26-year-old Marc Bourdages, also passed away earlier today. Both were posted at the Spiritwood detachment about 150 kilometres north of Saskatoon. They were shot on last Friday (July 7th) evening as they attended an assault call. A Canada-wide warrant has been issued for 41-year-old Curtis Alfred Dagenais.

Const. Cameron grew up on Beardy's Okemasis First Nations. She was sent to a residential school from Grades 4 to 8 because she was having problems at home and in her own words, she was "getting out of hand," she said in a biography posted on the Keewatin Career Development Corporation's Web site.

She bounced around different high schools before dropping out after becoming pregnant.

But after about two years she declared: "Enough is enough. I am going back to school."

She graduated without a specific math credit and for a time she worked during the day, stopped at home in the evening to be with her daughter and then headed to night classes to study arithmetic. After studying arts and science at university for two years, she decided to pursue other aspirations.

"I always wanted to be an RCMP ever since I was a little girl," she said on the Web site. But after an in initial interview she was turned down because her eyesight was too poor. Undaunted, she underwent laser eye surgery. "I was stubborn. Nobody tells me 'No.' "

The athletic young woman, who competed in the Indigenous Games and toured Canada and the United States with her soccer team, said her fitness helped her in training at the police academy.

In a video on the Web site, she said she was not picky about where she would be posted. "I was just glad to graduate," she said with a chuckle.

Her family threw her a feast to celebrate her graduation, her uncle, Ernie Cameron, said. Mr. Cameron said he beams just picturing his niece in her uniform of scarlet tunic, Stetson hat and ellow-striped trousers, known as the Red Serge. "We're all so proud of her. I never told her that but I know deep down that she knew I was proud," he said yesterday. "I admire Robin. She was a single parent. She managed to finish high school and managed to pursue a career in the RCMP. [She's] determined and very motivated."

Mr. Cameron has driven 100 kilometres from his home on Beardy's Okemasis to the hospital almost every day to be by his niece's side. He said his niece's 11-year-old daughter, Shane, is never alone and is being kept busy by family members.

The families of both constables have been supporting each other at the hospital, someone close to them said. The families issued a joint statement through the RCMP yesterday thanking "everyone across Canada" for their thoughts and good wishes. Members of the RCMP have been assigned to each family to help with anything they need, the statement said.

The shooting is the second tragedy to hit the family of Howard and Denise Cameron. A car accident 17 years ago left their son a quadriplegic when he was 16 and Robin was 12. The family moved to Saskatoon so they could be closer to him while he received treatment.

Inside a local school on Beardy's Okemasis, Const. Cameron's portrait hangs on a wall. Community members said she is a role model and that her approachable and genuine nature helped bridge gaps between residents and police. "We're trying to change our community into seeing the police from a different perspective -- as protectors, people who care about others," Witchekan Lake First Nation Chief Ken Thomas said. He added that Const. Cameron and Const. Bourdages were able to connect with local individuals while serving in his community.

From an earlier interview...


Born to serve and protect


Video Clip

"I am from the Beardy's Okemis First Nations near Duck Lake. I grew up there all my life so I know the reserve life. After my brother got into an accident we moved to Saskatoon to be near to him. He is a level 4 quadrapeligic.

I was in pubic school from grades 1 to 3, and went to a residential school - St Michael Indian Student Residence - from grades 4 to 8. I didn't like it. I believe I was sent there because I was having problems at home, and I was getting out of hand. In high school I bounced back and forth between the public school and the residential school. Eventually I had to drop out all together because of a teen pregnacy. After a year or two, I said enough is enough, I am going back to school. I graduated a year later minus my Math 30 which I regreted, but eventually did get it. I went to work with Compu.Com, and after work I would go home, play with my daughter, and then go to my night class to get my Math 30. This was especially hard since I had to leave my daughter so much. I went to university for 2 years in the Arts and Science program, but I didn't like it.

I always wanted to be an RCMP ever since I was a little girl. I have vague memories that my father was an RCMP, but I don't recall. I do know that I always wanted to be with the force. When I went for the interview, they told me that my eyes were too bad, and they refused me. I was stubborn. Nobody tells me no. I ended up getting lazer surgery on my eyes. When I went back they took me in. Its been 14 months and I have pretty good vision.

I have always been active. I love soccer. I have been involved with the Indigenous Games as an athlete, and our soccer team toured all Canada and United States. I enjoy volleyball, basketball. My whole family is very athletic. My brothers are into track and field as well as soccer and they are on the provincial teams, while my sister is an excellent scoccer player as well. My fitness helped me in training at the Police Academy. You wake up at 5:30 am and start classes at 6:30. The day is pretty hectic, and its supposed to be over at 4:30 in the afternoon, but its not. You have weight training, running, other classes, homework, and other chores. You usually don't go to bed until 12:00 or 1:00 in the morning. That leaves you with 4 to 5 hours sleep. Its not forever, any you get through it. I was glad to graduate, and very happy that Beauval is my first posting. "

--Robin Cameron

*Keewaitin Career Development Corp


Wizard's Note: While I did not know Robin personally, she was a cousin of a best friend of mine. One only has to hear what she was like, to appreciate that she deserved much better than the hand of cards dealt to her. I was told that she was a very dedicated police officer and that she was quick to help out anyone in need... and was a very giving, wonderful person.

Maintiens le droit, Robin

"Mr. Jaws"

Zapped back to the 70's!



Click Above (if you dare!)

Dickie Goodman was the first artist to use sampling and in his music."The Flying Saucer" from 1958 although he his probaly best known for "Mr. Jaws" back in '75. However,I suppose,remixing could be slightly different since pop music is overlayed unto each other. I do recall though that Goodman is considered the forefather to rap.

*I have made the song smaller for the web, and thus lost alot of quality... I have the better quality version. Email me.

Don't mess with Grandma....tee hee!!

A tour bus driver is driving with a bus load of seniors down a highway when he is tapped on his shoulder by a little old lady. She offers him a handful of peanuts, which he gratefully munches up. After about 15 minutes, she taps him on his shoulder again and she hands him another handful of peanuts. She repeats this gesture about five more times. When she is about to hand him another batch again he asks the little old lady, "Why don't you eat the peanuts yourselves?". "We can't chew them because we have no teeth", she replied. The puzzled driver asks, "Why do you buy them then?" The old lady replied, "We just love the chocolate around them." 
It pays to be careful around old people.

Short and To The Point (Pun intended)

A nurse walks into a bank. Preparing to write a cheque, she pulls a rectal thermometer out of her purse and tries to write with it. She looks at the flabbergasted teller and without missing beat says, Well, that's great.......... that's really great.......... Some asshole's got my pen."

*Thanks, Andy

Some thoughts

I dialed a number and got the following recording: "I am not available right now, but thank you for caring enough to call. I am making some changes in my life. Please leave a message after the beep. If I do not return your call, you are one of the changes." 

At pilots training back in the Air Corps they taught us, "Always try to keep the number of landings you make equal to the number of take offs you make." 

Aspire to inspire before you expire. 

My wife and I had words, but I didn't get to use mine. 

Frustration is trying to find your glasses without your glasses. 

Blessed are those who can give without remembering and take without forgetting. 

The irony of life is that, by the time you're old enough to know your way around, you're not going anywhere. 

God made man before woman so as to give him time to think of an answer for her first question. ! 

I was always taught to respect my elders, but it keeps getting harder to find one. 

Every morning is the dawn of a new error.

*Thanks, Andy

k.d. lang Looks Homeward on 'Hymns'

At The Hit Factory in New York, singer k.d. lang talks with NPR's Scott Simon about her new CD, Hymns of the 49th Parallel, her tribute to the great songwriters of Canada. She was inspired by her work with Tony Bennett, which produced the 2002 CD A Wonderful World. She said during her tour and recording sessions with Bennett, he would always praise the great American songbook -- standards he grew up hearing and still loves to sing. 

Canada, lang realized, had a similar musical tradition, built on the songs of artists both familiar and unfamiliar south of the border. "The geography seeps through the lyrics and through the melodies," lang says. "I just think that the environment and the vastness of the Canadian landscape is just so much a part of these songs." Hymns of the 49th Parallel includes songs by Leonard Cohen, Joni Mitchell, Neil Young, Ron Sexsmith, Bruce Cockburn and Jane Siberry -- plus a new track by lang herself. During the interview, she performs Young's "Helpless," Cohen's "Bird on a Wire," and her song "Simple."

*NPR (National Public Radio)

A Fish Story

A guy who lives at Lake Conroe (50 miles north of Houston) saw a ball bouncing around kind of strange in the lake and went to investigate. It turned out to be a flathead catfish who had obviously tried to swallow a basketball which became stuck in its mouth!! The fish was totally exhausted from trying to dive, but unable to because the ball would always bring him back up to the surface. The guy tried numerous times to get the ball out, but was unsuccessful. He finally had his wife cut the ball in order to deflate it and release the hungry catfish. You probably wouldn't have believed this, if you hadn't seen the following pictures...

    

Be kinder than necessary. Everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.

*Thanks for that, Andy

Fire Rainbow. Beautiful!

Photograph shows a "fire rainbow"... THIS IS A FIRE RAINBOW — THE RAREST OF ALL NATURALLY OCCURING ATMOSPHERIC PHENOMENA. THE PICTURE WAS CAPTURED ON THE IDAHO/WASHINGTON BORDER. THE EVENT LASTED ABOUT 1 HOUR. CLOUDS HAVE TO BE CIRRUS, AT LEAST 20K FEET IN THE AIR, WITH JUST THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF ICE CRYSTALS AND THE SUN HAS TO HIT THE CLOUDS AT PRCEISELY 58 DEGREES.

*The URL for this page is http://www.snopes.com/photos/natural/firerainbow.asp 

Hey, You Got Something To Eat?

Say, I'd like to eat a little something. You got something? What you got? Any kind of food is good. I just want something to eat. You must got something. I ain't desperate or nothing like that. Don't think I'm begging. I'm just asking here. No pressure. I just want to eat something. Wondering if you had something maybe. No big deal.

You gotta have something. Please. What is that? A thing to eat? I think it might be.

I'm not that hungry. I just ate. I could take or leave it. Got a handful of hard seeds? I'll take them. Pour them on the ground or just hold them out. You kidding? That would be great. Sure would. Whatever you got, really. It don't even have to be seeds. I'll take anything. Don't worry about me. I'm easy. Hey, anything you got. I'll try it. I got a open mind.

You gonna eat that shoe? I'll eat that shoe if you're not gonna eat it.

Come on, what you got? I just want to know. I don't have to eat it. I'm just curious. In truth, there's a good possibility I'll eat it. But still. I want to know. If you got just a morsel of anything, I'd be obliged. If I knew you were good for a scrap once in a while, I'd probably come back to you for more food sometimes. You wouldn't mind that. Of course not. You're my buddy. The food-giver. That's what I'd call ya.

I bet you got a nice pant leg. Lemme chew a hole in it. I could chew it until you yanked it out of my mouth. If you don't mind. I'm telling you, I could use a little something to chomp on. I could wait, but what have you got? I don't care very much one way or the other. Come on, give me a break over here. I just want something to nibble on.

Hey! What's down there? A piece of bread? Let's see what we got. No... No, this is a rock. I'm not going to eat a rock. What do you think, I'm crazy?

You keeping a sandwich in your pocket for later? I'd be happy to eat it for you now. You don't even have to take it out of the bag. I'll eat the plastic and everything. Or tinfoil. Don't make no never mind to me. Do you got anything that I could put in my mouth for just a minute or two? Lemme know. I'll take it off your hands. No worries.

Do you have any trash? I'll eat trash. You were gonna throw it out anyway. Hey, lemme eat it. Lemme at least taste it. If it's no good to eat, I'll know. I hate to see it go to waste, is all.

Got a balled-up tissue? Some paper towels? Coffee filters? Grounds, perhaps? Some cardboard? Insulation? All that sounds good to me. Just about anything like that would hit the spot for me about now.

A piece of corn on the cob. That'd do me. You got that? Would you mind going and picking me a ear from the cornfield? I don't care if it is seed corn or sweet corn or feed corn. I don't care if it's too hard to chew. I'll just swallow it whole. Just swallow it down. Who cares? I don't. Seriously, go over and snatch me one of them ears of corn. I'll get you back. Maybe I could eat something else for you later, something maybe that you're not interested in eating. Or maybe something that you intend to only eat half of. I might be able to eat the rest of it for you.

I've tried about enough of the grass around here to last me a while. I'm sick of this grass. This damned same grass day in and day out, I could just about... I take that back. This grass is okay. I'll eat it. It's pretty good. It's great, actually. I mean, it's okay. Could you grab me a handful of weeds from the ditch? Don't bother shaking off the dirt! That's a waste of time! Just bring it over as is. Wave that near my mouth and it's going down the belly hatch. I am not joking. I'll eat weeds. Just watch me. You give me a rotten apple, and I will eat that whole thing, seeds and all. Tear off a piece of bark for me, and it's gone.

Hey. Come on. Don't be greedy. I said I'd like a little something to eat. Put something in my mouth now. Let me chew something, you f#*ker.

Oh sh#t, man, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. That was uncalled for. There's no problem. I'm really sorry, friend. Food-giver. That's what you are. There's the stuff. Food-giver. You're my friend.

Hey, by the by... You got anything to eat? Don't go out of your way on my account. It's nothing, really—I don't need nothing. But if you got something, I'll eat it.

*By a Goat

Show this to your children and grandchildren

??THE YEAR 1906??

This will boggle your mind, I know it did mine! The year is 1906. One hundred years ago. What a difference a century makes!

Here are some statistics for the Year 1906 :

The average life expectancy was 47 years.

Only 14 percent of the homes had a bathtub.

Only 8 percent of the homes had a telephone.

There were only 8,000 cars and only 144 miles of paved roads. The maximum speed limit in most cities was 10 mph.

The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel Tower!

The average wage in was 22 cents per hour. The average worker made between $200 and $400 per year.

A competent accountant could expect to earn $2000 per year, a dentist $2,500 per year, a veterinarian between $1,500 and $4,000 per year, and a mechanical engineer about $5,000 per year.

More than 95 percent of all births took place at HOME .

Ninety percent of all doctors had NO COLLEGE EDUCATION! Instead, they attended so-called medical schools, many of which were condemned in the press AND the government as "substandard."

Sugar cost four cents a pound.

Eggs were fourteen cents a dozen.

Coffee was fifteen cents a pound.

Most women only washed their hair once a month, and used borax or egg yolks for shampoo.

Canada passed a law that prohibited poor people from entering into their country for any reason.

Five leading causes of death were:

1. Pneumonia and influenza

2. Tuberculosis

3. Diarrhea

4. Heart disease

5. Stroke

The population of Las Vegas, Nevada, was only 30!!!!

Crossword puzzles, canned beer, and ice tea hadn't been invented yet. There was

no Mother's Day or Father's Day. Two out of every 10 adults couldn't read or write. Only 6 percent of all Americans had graduated from high school.

Marijuana, heroin, and morphine were all available over the counter at the local corner drugstores. Back then pharmacists said, "Heroin clears the complexion, gives buoyancy to the mind, regulates the stomach and bowels, and is, in fact, a perfect guardian of health." ( Shocking? DUH! )

Eighteen percent of households had at least one full-time servant or domestic help.

There were about 230 reported murders in the ENTIRE U.S.A. !

Now these facts, I recieved from someone who didn't type it themselves, instantly emailed it to me and many of their friends and I posted this instantly on a blog you and others all over Canada and the United States possibly the world, can read in a matter of seconds!

Try to imagine what it may be like in another 100 years.

IT STAGGERS THE MIND, EH?

*Thanks, Daryn!

Great Idea

 Put your car keys beside your bed at night. If you hear a noise outside your home or someone trying to get in your house, just press the panic button on the keyfob** for your car. The alarm will be set off, and the horn will continue to sound until either you turn it off or the car battery dies.

**What the hell is a 'FOB' anyways??? Keyfob: (Wikipedia A key fob is a decorative item many people often carry with their keys, on a ring or a chain, to provide a better grip or to make a personal statement. Fobs vary in size and style. Most common are simple shapes of smooth metal or plastic, often with a message or symbol. A fob may be strictly symbolic, or it may be functional itself. For examples, many fobs are small flashlights, calculators, penknives, store discount cards, bottle openers, or USB flash drives.

Electronic key fobs are used for remote keyless entry systems on motor vehicles. Early electric key fobs operated using infrared and required a clear line of sight to function. These could be copied using a programmable remote control. More recent models use challenge-response authentication over radio frequency, so these are harder to copy and do not need line of sight to operate. Telecommuters may also use an electronic device known as a key fob that provides one part of a three way match to log in over an unsecure network connection to a secure network. This kind of key fob may have a keypad on which the user must enter a PIN into to retrieve an access code, or it could be a display-only device such as a VPN token that algorithmically generates security codes as part of a challenge/response authentication system. The most well-known example of the latter type is RSA's SecurID token.

FOR YOUR RETIREMENT:

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*Thanks, Daryn

Homophobe Fred Told To Pay Up

(Detroit, Michigan) Mundy Township has sent 'God Hates Fags' preacher Fred Phelps a bill for $5,000 and says if he and his followers don't pay he'll be hauled into court. Phelps and his followers at what he calls Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka, Kansas regularly announce they are about to stage demonstrations in communities across the country to denounce homosexuality. Usually they actually show up at only a fraction of the locals. Lately the group - mostly Phelps' relatives - has been demonstrating at the funerals of soldiers killed in Iraq, accusing America of incurring God's wrath because it is soft on homosexuality. 

A motorcycle group of former servicemembers has been traveling the country setting up a line of flags to block out the Phelps' protests. The Phelps' clan told officials n Mundy Township, about 50 miles northwest of Detroit, recently that they planned to demonstrate at a memorial service for Marine Lance Cpl. Brandon and called on the township to provide security claiming there could be violence if their right to free speech is threatened. Police Chief David Guigear put a special detail on duty for the protest but the Phelps protestors failed to show up. Guigear says the group gave no warning it wasn't coming and the township wants to be reimbursed for the cost of the extra policing. Westboro member and it's lawyer Shirley Phelps-Roper says the group didn't show up because the Holy Ghost told them at the last minute to stay home. Phelps-Roper says there's no way its going to pay.

Police "took an oath, and their duty is to keep the peace," Phelps-Roper said. "If they do anything as foolish” as sending a bill, she said, "I'll laugh all the way to the trash can." Michigan has a law restricting protests at military funerals and in the U.S. House voted 408-3 in favor of similar legislation. Phelps operates the 'God Hates Fags' Web site.

He and his followers first gained national notoriety when they demonstrated at the funeral of Matthew Shepherd, a young gay man murdered in 1998. Since then they have protested at churches and schools the church says support gays.

*by 365Gay.com Newscenter Staff 

 **Wizard's note: He is not a discrimiator! He hates everybody the same! Visit GodHatesCanada I wonder if Rev. Phelps knows how many people are laugin' at 'im?

Downed officer dreamt of being Mountie

Troubled teen was intent on turning life around SASKATOON — An RCMP officer fighting for her life in a Saskatoon hospital overcame years of trouble to achieve her dream of becoming a police officer. Const. Robin Cameron, 29, was one of two officers from the Spiritwood detachment who were shot Friday evening as they investigated an assault complaint in northern Saskatchewan. Both Cameron and her partner, Const. Marc Bourdages, were listed in serious condition Monday. 

Cameron grew up on the Beardy’s and Okemasis First Nation near Duck Lake, north of Saskatoon, but moved to the city after an accident left one of her brothers paraplegic. She spoke about her early years in an interview posted on the website of Keewatin Career Development Corporation, a non-profit umbrella organization of educational and career agencies in northern Saskatchewan. After attending pubic school from Grades 1 to 3, she was sent to St. Michael Indian residential school for Grades 4 to 8. "I didn’t like it," 

Cameron said. "I believe I was sent there because I was having problems at home, and I was getting out of hand. "In high school I bounced back and forth between the public school and the residential school. Eventually I had to drop out altogether because of a teen pregnancy." Determined to turn her life around, Cameron eventually returned to school and completed two years of university. But she wasn’t satisfied. "I always wanted to be an RCMP, ever since I was a little girl," she said. "When I went for the interview, they told me that my eyes were too bad, and they refused me. I was stubborn. Nobody tells me no. "I ended up getting laser surgery on my eyes. When I went back, they took me in." 

A keen athlete, Cameron has competed in the Indigenous Games and toured Canada and the United States with her soccer team. She comes from an athletic family, with siblings who compete in track and field as well as soccer. Cameron’s daughter is now 11.

*By The Canadian Press