Monday, April 13, 2015

Wisdom Humor - doctor cures with money-back guarantee

An old geezer, who had been a retired farmer for a long time, became very bored and decided to open a medical clinic. He put a sign up outside that said:

Dr. Geezer’s clinic. "Get your treatment for $500, if not cured get back $1,000."

Doctor "Young," who was positive that this old geezer didn't know beans about medicine, thought this would be a great opportunity to get $1,000.
So he went to Dr. Geezer’s clinic.
This is what transpired.

Dr. Young: --- "Dr. Geezer, I have lost all taste in my mouth." can you please help me ??

Dr. Geezer:  ---  "Nurse, please bring medicine from box 22 and put 3 drops in Dr. Young's mouth."
Dr. Young: --- Aaagh !! -- "This is Gasoline!"
Dr. Geezer: "Congratulations! You've got your taste back. That will be $500."

Dr. Young gets annoyed and goes back after a couple of days figuring to recover his money.
Dr. Young: "I have lost my memory, I cannot remember anything."

Dr. Geezer: "Nurse, please bring medicine from box 22 and put 3 drops in the patient's mouth."
Dr. Young:  "Oh no you don't,  --  that is Gasoline!"

Dr. Geezer: "Congratulations! You've got your memory back. That will be $500."

Dr. Young (after having lost $1000) leaves angrily and comes back after several more days.

Dr. Young: "My eyesight has become weak  ---  I can hardly see !!!!
Dr. Geezer: "Well, I don't have any medicine for that so --  " Here's your $1000 back."

Dr. Young: "But this is only $500..."
Dr. Geezer: "Congratulations! You got your vision back! That will be $500."

 Source:  Cheryl April 2015.

Monday, September 29, 2014

The South is still ruled by feudal lords who hate everyone else

Monday, September 15, 2014

Atheists getting desperate -- for Believers to kill.

Overheard at the "stand-up Sermons" club:

Atheists are getting desperate. Their Infidel preachers are promising young men they can have sex with real women if they will kill a Believer.  


Of course, there ARE no real believers.  


And the real women are wondering where the real men are. (!)

Please help!  

Hochmah and Musar: The Chronicles of Ehav Ever: Don't Call It a Come Back?

Hochmah and Musar: The Chronicles of Ehav Ever: Don't Call It a Come Back?

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Israel and Zion; Islam and War

I have never understood how so many people want to form opinions about Israel without having read any of the Zionist Founders.  "Palestine" and its inhabitants at the time, were well-considered with all other possible alternatives for a place for Jews to go who were fleeing from persecution.

Herzl to this day is one of the best thinkers and objective journalists who ever lived.  He was the German reporter who first came to fame for his articles on the "Trial of the Century", when the French condemned an innocent man to life imprisonment. As another great writer, "J'accuse!" Zola, also pointed out, the only "evidence" against Alfred Dreyfus was that he was a Jew. For that he was condemned.  

This is the same kind of "trial" Israel is experiencing today.   Israel is condemned by people who hate Jews.  

More Jewish (and Christian, Druze, etc) property has been confiscated by Islamic Arabs than there is property in all of "Palestine".  The tyrant state of "Saudi Arabia", and the old "King of Jordan" have each killed more Arabs in single years of peace than all of the Arabs killed by Israel in war. 

For those interested in Justice, read Herzl.  And listen carefully to what the Wahabis and Ayatollahs are saying. They intend to kill Jews. The signs in the mosques say "Death to Jews" with lots of repetition.  If all the Jews are killed, do you think the killing will stop?  Who is next?

Sadly, there is great unrest today throughout the regions on the map in green.  Millions of Jews, Christians, and other "nonbelievers" have been purged from all of those areas.   For the prayers of the oppressed in those areas, and for the gullible outside those areas, this war on Jews is a historical distraction. 

Islam must be destroyed, from the inside.  That is literally what is happening today. What looks like Arabs fighting against each other everywhere, and Islamic revolutionaries everywhere pressing against the Serbs, and Sudanese, and Polisario people, among others, is going to end up transforming Islam.  It cannot bear up to competition or exposure. 

And Arabs, at the core, clinging to Wahabi "purity" will rise above that un-natural concept.  Arabs who become aware of their great history and unique opportunities today, will no longer be held back by concerns about "humiliation".  The Arab world will flower. And they will be the first to teach us to stop destroying others, because they themselves have seen the self-defeating effects of demonizing and attacking the perceived "others".

Devils and Details

The devil that is in details is not invited, but is almost always created by them.

One tries to do something. The very act creates consequences  One balks at doing anything.  Everything reels in the vacuum, the omission creates.

But what is really happening?  Why is this so?

And if the devil resides in the details, where are the damn angels?

Most people working with intention -- trying to live examined lives, looking for opportunities to help -- come to realize that this play of consequences is always complex.  We rarely compass what we are doing.   Nothing is ever "accomplished" or completed, but it falls apart or entropy savages the working parts. Action is what you "try" to do.  And you cannot just sit there either, just "being".  Because you have no idea where you came from, and you'll get hungry and sleepy.  You'll just be "trying" to Be, and you might as well "try" to do something with it.

Perhaps we should get to know our devils. One reason science has been such a powerful tool is that it is not content with the abstractions of the process, but lays out the steps. By measuring intervals, weights, and dimensions, and by identifying the constituent parts, we are able to control the demons.  Although the devil is still living in the complexity, the scoundrel can be analyzed--pulling apart his parts and appearances.

And notice the relationship between the "abstract" devil, and the details we think of as the perceived reality?  There is this play between what is not real and what is real, where the real things create a piffer in the mind, and next thing you know, your mind is now distracted.  And the distracting unreal thing held in your mind  becomes more real than the things you are holding in your hands.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

The Quran is a relatively recent work; it has no archeological verification. Unconfirmed text.

Serious Question: What "translation" of what Quran are which Islamicists using? There are several hundred "schools" of Islam with dozens of Qurans. None of them date back to the century in which the Prophet Muhammad lived. Apparently the text was not considered very important to his peers....

If the Quran was written from oral dictation of the Angel Gabriel to Prophet Muhammad, was Gabriel speaking Arabic?  If it was re-transcribed by Aisha, Muhammad's child-wife, where was she educated and taught to write?  At that time, 600 AD, there was no written Arabic language. 

Perhaps it was written in Hebrew or Aramaic, two written languages used by Christians and Jews in the immediate vicinity, and which appear to be the direct sources of the earliest "versions" of what became the Quran. But the earliest versions of a written Quran are in classical Arabic. That language is as incomprehensible to modern Arab speakers as Olde English (think pre-Beowulf Anglo-Saxon) is to Americans.

The oldest versions of the Quran which have been found, under the ruins of a Manichaean Christian temple, upon which a Mosque was built, are very different from the current translations making the rounds in modern Arabic.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

The "experience" of listening seems to enhance what we see.

Tuesday, November 05, 2013

Why are some people starving to death? [First Step: Identify the Problem]

My father was a saint.  No exaggeration.  He was born to small-town Texan wealth, and was stationed in California during WWII military service.  He met my mother, who was a 3d generation Californian on the White side.  She was a brilliant singer and scholar.  Together they took to the mission field.  They traversed Latin America -- almost always in harm's way -- looking for the poor, hungry, sick, and vulnerable.

We would often spend a few days with the wealthy Patrons of the great plantations or the owners of the great mountain mines of the Andes.  These prosperous landowners often gave us shelter in their enormous homes, and let us sleep on beds with silk sheets or high thread count cotton. I played in their private zoos and rode their polo ponies.

Then a few nights later we would be down river, happy to find another friendly welcome, perhaps this time from a family of campesinos.  One time we were guests in a home where the lady of the house served us chicha, one glass at a time, served on a single small beautiful carved tray.  We all shared the one glass, the only tableware in her house.  Sometimes we were grateful to sleep with our mosquito nets spread on the pounded straw strewn over the dirt under a thatch roof with no walls.

My parents built a house on a high bank overlooking a blue lake in the middle of the green jungle.  Within days, people came to live near us.  A village grew around us.  One of the villagers was a strong serious woman. Carmen became a close friend of my mother and we all loved her.  But one month, when my parents were away, Carmen died of anemia -- a lack of iron in her poor diet.  Her death stunned me.  

I knew my Dad had arranged for orchards and chicken yards and cattle drives into the area.  I grew up with bananas, papayas, palm nuts, and mangoes falling from trees.  My mother had designed and built a huge chicken yard, and set dozens of hens.  And yet people coming to live around us had been starving.  I asked my Dad, "Why are there so many people dying of hunger?"    

He said "They just don't know any better". 

"What?" I said. "Is there no one who can teach these poor people about planting orchards and raising chickens?" 

"Oh", my Dad explained. "It's not the poor that are ignorant.  The poor know exactly how to plant and raise food.  It's the rich that are the ignorant ones."