angelwithabullet
Trust female - 46 years
Blog 211
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Date or Mate?
I'm putting a survey together and want to know the questions to ask. So, what do you want to know about the opposite sex?
Do you have problems? Do you wonder what the hell they are thinking? Do you say something and get the opposite reaction to the one you want?
What's your burning question about your date or mate?
Once compiled, I'll put it altogether and post it up here for you ...
kaye x -
Do you love animals?
Then make sure you watch this ...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AvG6u8HenyM
This dog actually had to THINK about doing this deed for a fellow animal.
If that is so, then what are the animals on the following link thinking?
www.animalaid.org.uk/go/10min
Be warned, it is horrific.
But, if you say to yourself you can't watch this because it's too horrible and there are too many other nasty things going on in the world to worry about animals that are going to die anyway, then go ahead and shut your eyes and put your head in the sand - but it won't go away and on your conscience be it.
If you do want to do something about it - just a couple of seconds is all it takes (before you prepare then sit down to eat one of these wee beasties) - then contact AnimalAid and ask what you can do.
Remember, as you are going about your 'hum drum' day, this is happening EVERY DAY to animals in THIS country (the UK - known as a country of animal lovers).
If we can call ourselves - truly - a bunch of animal lovers, something needs to be done about it.
I propose the following:
All slaughterhouse employees should:
be monitored via CCTV - while they work
be taught how to kill an animal - with the least amount of trauma and pain
be shown there is no shame in doing this for a living - in fact they are feeding the nation and it has to be done
be given a high status (and salary) according to the quality of death they give to the animal - not the quantity they kill within the shortest time frame.
If you have any other (positive) suggestions, then please say them below.
Kaye -
Cattle Market?
The last time I went to a
Even though I did initially wonder what they would think of a 46 year old bopping the night away amongst a load of 20 year olds, I thought it was great fun!
It was Harry's in Slough and all types of music - a decade per hour (from 30s onwards) - were blasted out all night. Everyone and all ages, sizes and shapes were there, strutting their stuff, bopping crazily with no rhythm at all, showing off their flexibility in limbo dancing beneath a human pole of arms, breakdancing and even (heaven forbid) tea-dancing. It was so much fun. And I remember it all because I was never drunk! Water, all night. Even though people used to beg me to drink an alcoholic drink, I never succumbed and it never affected the fun I had. People used to think I was drunk - but I was drunk on the atmosphere.
Last night, I went to
with a friend who had invited me along to celebrate her friend's 26th birthday. She was beautiful - fun and so very welcoming. The friends who joined her were great too. Honour was among them. The girls were not after getting a quick hickie from the
or an easy lay - and the chaps acted in their protective way whenever a letch wandered their way.
So, as I watched the evening unfold before me - plastic glass of water in hand I wondered what had changed. Why does everyone think of these palaces of fun as pick-up places where sexual diseases are spread and hearts are broken through mis-communication - or even non-communication?
In all the years that have passed between Harry's and Inferno, I saw that nothing had changed. People still just wanted to have fun. Still just searching - for someone to hold. Still just wanting to be a part of something that gave them a thrill that may last a minute, a night or a lifetime ...
And I saw how difficult it was for men. How they floundered when they attempted to approach a woman. They looked, they moved closer, then they scotted away. I saw their vulnerabilities. I saw why they use these places as an 'easy pick up' (which in my mind, it isn't). I saw how much effort they put into grabbing a girl, moving in front of her and waiting for her 'approval'. Madonna says "We've only got 4 minutes" ... it took a fraction of that time for a girl to dismissively walk away from his effort at the mating dance.
It was fun last night. It wasn't a cattle market. In cattle markets, the cows herded into a confined area, stressed and confused, where they can be prodded, poked and priced - then bought and sold. In a night club, girls and boys enter a wide arena and drink to ease any nervous tension they might feel before the hunt begins.
Most of the guys and girls there simply want to have a good time - they want to laugh, they want to move their bodies to music, they want to be told they look great and are fantastic ... they don't necessarily want sex at the end of it.
Oh, and this 46 year old has still got "it" - I managed to get four dances with chaps who did not force themselves upon me, but chatted casually, danced with me. Needless to say, they were all very drunk and I declined to hand my number out!
kaye x -
Apologies
I want to issue an apology ...
i've not been able to respond to many of late, because i've been frustrated with netlog and that's because it's running soooooo darned slow.
and the reason why it's running so slow is that my 'dongle' is hooked up to what appears to be a 'dial-up' method, insted of broadband ... even though i thought i was paying for broadband.
but i guess the area that i'm living in is contributing to it too! not enough masts around ... not that i want them, of course!
as soon as i get something else sorted, i'll be back on track.
meanwhile, i've managed to get a video uploaded for ya to watch.
another couple will be up as soon as i can manage it.
kaye x -
Idle thoughts at the end of the day ...
I’m living in a dead place. It’s full of doom and gloom, sadness, frustration and irritation with the way things are. Yet there is something alive about it. Something not quite at its end.
Here, I have no television, and for that I am relieved of the normal distractions that everyone else suffers. Suffers? Well yes. World events that hit the headlines always makes for sad and bad news. The good thing is I’m not enticed into the world of buy, buy, buy. My eyes are not hypnotised by materialism, my brain is not led to believe speedy-paced commercial gain will get me to places I’ve only ever dreamed possible. I think I'm one of the few people on the planet that hasn't watched Wacko Jacko's box being placed beneath the earth.
My head seems altogether clearer here. Even though my body is restricted by the obligations of duty that are placed upon it, my thoughts are free. I will admit, though, it has taken me a while to understand why this is so.
I believe most of my life has been endured. Though I’ve always strived for the optimistic approach, it bugs me that everything I have ever faced has been represented as a challenge. I’ve looked for the free space of peace, but have not found it. It has eluded me.
But here, in my mind, I am free. Inside me, I feel at peace. I’m soulful, if you know what that means. I think it’s because I’m getting older, and hopefully wiser. The time I have allows me to stop and think, to look at life from outside of me. It allows me to appreciate life for what it really is for others, and for me and I like the ‘me’ I am becoming.
Everyone I know pictures and plans their futures with a backward glance to their guilty, regretful past. Yet, the present in their eyes, escapes them. It’s as though now doesn’t matter. Now doesn’t count. Now isn’t really real. There’s always this ‘hope’ for what is to come and no recognition for what is being given in the present.
I like real people. The people who work to make ends meet. The people who know who they are and what their life consists of. I like people who smile at small things that they can accomplish, even if that just means opening their eyes and slipping their legs out from beneath the duvet onto the carpet each morning. Moving from their bed, through their home, through another day of work.
That’s an achievement to me. In that, there is creation. In that, there is change. And change is life. Like particles of dust floating in the air, highlighted by the sunshine behind. Like water sparkling along a flowing brook in a woodland glen. Like flames crackling warmth in a fireside grate. Like soft earth sinking beneath bare feet.
I know our brains have to be dissatisfied with the way things are. And our hormones keep us growing, keep us inventing and creating. They both work together so we can learn new skills to satisfy new desires for bigger and better ‘things’ to improve upon the life we have.
But, if we didn’t ever have that urge to create, would really be unhappy? It's true that no one ever said life was easy. We are all aware that life can be very hard at times. So why do we call this suffering? And why do we think, if we don’t suffer the bad, then we don’t deserve the good?
There are many religions and faiths of some kind or another all over this planet we all inhabit. But I don’t want to follow any one of them. I am lucky to live in a society that has been allowed to be free to explore. I’m able to be a part of any life I wish. I don’t have to detach myself from it. I can immerse myself in it or release myself from it. No one is to blame, or to thank, for the choices I make, but me.
Nothing you have said to another should be so painful a memory that you have to live with the guilt for the rest of your days on earth. Everything that passes through our individual lives, is a valuable and wonderful lesson.
I look at people’s lives and I see the small happenings. The way someone blinks or winks or stinks. The way they move their shoulders, their ankles, or the way they smile or cry. They are all beautiful. They glow in their own light. They sparkled and dazzle.
When I was younger I thought there was going to be only a few people that I would make a connection with. But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve realised that’s so wrong. There are so many people in this little life of mine, that I’ve lost count with the amount of souls who have affected my life’s decisions. And I often get to wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t met them. Would things have been so very different?
I like exploring people. I like watching them. I like listening to them. My friends and family and even those I don’t know. Those who like me and those who don’t like me. Each connection I make has its own special adventure to take me on. Each person that crosses my path has within them, their own perfect qualities. Some may say it’s idealistic of me, but I know in my heart that everyone wants to be seen as a good person. They may not be a good person, but even those, the bad ones, hunger for someone to love them for who they are.
Why is that I wonder? Why do people hunger for someone or something that they don’t have in their lives? Is that the reason that people try to find each other again after many years of parting? Nobody will ever be everything to one person. If I had stayed with one person for all of my adult life, I would not have gotten to experience all the experiences I’ve experienced. I would not have been able to know love the way I do.
I know a great many people who are disillusioned by relationships. They think the passion should live on forever. They don’t see the deepness in a calmer state of loving. The way society is at present seems all so fucked up. Because women want independence, so they’ve been encouraged to ‘be the boss’ – but men need to feel essential, admired and know that they can provide. But they don’t anymore. Women feel they have to get a man to prove they don’t need a man. But what women really want is to be appreciated for who they are, not what they could become. Men don’t know how to tell them that.
I’ve had a few relationships where men have not been there for me (philandering). Not provided for me (tight). Not protected me (abandonment). They cared for me in their own way, but not the way that I wanted to be cared for. And I couldn’t tell them how I wanted to be cared for, because I didn’t know how I wanted to be cared for. Each relationship reached it’s own inevitable conclusion: in the end.
As a result, I should be the kind of person who can’t relate to love. But I’m not. All the men I meet now are married. Or too young. I could begin to ask: Is love for me? Why was I missed of the kissing list? Every single one of my exes are married – to another woman. At first I was filled with rage, then sorrow, then regret, then a ‘so what?’ attitude. Why didn’t they ask me? There was nothing wrong with me. I was heartbroken. Each time I found out they had hooked up with a leggy blonde years younger than myself.
I know that no man willingly leaves his children. I know that many men will suffer having no joy in their life to be with them.
That’s honour.
That’s loyalty.
That’s commitment.
That’s true suffering.
Suffering in the face of living someone else’s idea of how people are supposed to live.
Tell me if you think I’m wrong.
So, knowing all of this, you would think I would take the route a pessimist would, or that I wouldn’t make any kind of effort anymore because of the sorrow and pain I've experienced in life. But you’d be thinking wrong.
Instead of dying, I know I’m still alive inside. I've always looked at life in the eye and have never shirked away from the duty of living. There’s passion in action. And I’m ever hopeful of being able to take part in whatever comes my way. Some people say I am naïve to be so optimistic. But I’d rather be optimistic and have the sensations of happiness within me than the doom and gloom that I see others perish with in their own thoughts and belief systems that lead them to disillusionment and hate. I believe and have faith in the knowledge that no decision made should be regretted. No one should ever be judged because of what someone else has said or what you have thought about them before you have had the chance to get to know them.
This moment, to me is the life we are to lead so we are to live.
This is all we have. Every moment of every day, is a gift.
Live it.
I intend to.
kaye x -
Let Me Sing You A Waltz
Let me sing you a waltz
Out of no where
Out of my thoughts
Let me sing you a waltz
About this one night stand
You were for me that night
Everything I dreamed of in life
But now you’re gone
You are far gone
All the way to your island of rain
It was to you just a one night thing
But you were more to me
Just so you know
I don’t care what I say
I know what you meant for me
That day
I just want another try
I just want another night
Even if it doesn’t seem quite right
You meant for me much more
Than anyone I’ve met before
One single night with you
Is worth a thousand with anybody
I have no bitterness my sweet
I’ll never forget this one night thing
Even tomorrow in other arms
My heart will stay yours until I die
Let me sing you a waltz
Out of nowhere
Out of my blues
Let me sing you a waltz
About this lovely one night stand
Celine's Song in Before Sunset (2004) -
Proud to be British?
Ever watched the films "Blood Diamond" (Leonardo DiCaprio) or "Lord of War" (Nicholas Cage)? They're both based on fact. Here's some background story ...
The Sierra Leone Civil War began in 1991, by the Revolutionary United Front (RUF) under Foday Sankoh.
Control of Sierra Leone's diamond industry was a primary cause of the war. Although endowed with abundant natural resources, Sierra Leone was ranked as the poorest country in the world by 1998. With the breakdown of all state structures, wide corridors of Sierra Leonean society were opened up to the trafficking of arms and ammunition. Recreational drugs also eroded national and regional security as well as facilitated crime within the country, precipitating illegal trade with both Liberia and Guinea.
Tens of thousands died and more than 2 million people (well over one-third of the population) were displaced because of the 11-year conflict. Neighbouring countries became host to significant numbers of refugees attempting to escape the civil war.
In May 2000, the situation in the country deteriorated to such an extent that British troops were deployed in Operation Palliser to evacuate foreign nationals and establish order.
The British troops stabilized the situation and were the catalyst for a ceasefire and ending of the civil war.
It was officially declared over on 18 January 2002.
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And here's just one story to come out of that tragedy ...
I met a soldier today who had been a resident of Sierra Leone during the conflict. After suffering many times at the hands of the Rebels, his mother and father told him and his sister to 'Go!'
So they went.
Together, they walked for 30 miles without food, not knowing where they were heading.
Eventually they came across a group of people who appeared very rich, but they soon knew why. The group were part of the Rebel army and looking out for possible recruits.
The brother and sister were exposed to the horrific scenes of the Rebels crimes. "Do you want a short sleeve or a long sleeve?" the men would ask a child held in their clutches. If the child replied "I want a long sleeve" they would chop off his hand. If the child replied "I want a short sleeve" they would chop of his arm at the elbow.
Both he and his sister were lucky to escape - after stealing enough money to buy food and clothing, they managed to cross the border to Gambia and start a new life. His sister began her studies, and flew to the USA, while the soldier had a nagging feeling to return - to save his parents.
He did return, only to find that his parents had been separated and lost amongst a million others who had become refugees in their own country.
Then our British troops arrived to restore order.
The British were able to find his parents and bring them back together. The soldier was so impressed by their professionalism and attitude towards the people of his country that he wanted to become part of the Army that had brought them peace.
I think it was a miracle he survived that turmoil, that trauma and the horrors that were happening all around him. Not only a miracle that he escaped the first time, but that he even thought about returning to save his parents.
He is a very quiet and thoughtfilled man. Not just because of the traumas and turmoil he has already faced in his young life, but because he thinks about things. He doesn't think that anyone owes him anything and he accepts the challenges that are given to him as though he has something to learn from each of them.
I think him a brave and couragous individual. Perhaps it's my romanticised idea of him, but I'm positive he will have much to tell his grandchildren as he grows to be an old man. His knowledge will grow deep and his wisdom will, I am sure, help others.
Because of those British troops, they have given this one young man - and many others like him - the chance of a new life. A chance to create something special, not just for himself, but for others too.
Are you proud to be British?
Here's one young man who's glad you are. -
Fight, Flight, Freeze or F**k
Where do panic attacks come from?
I was reading up about them tonight, in an attempt to finalise my essay needed for a course that I've signed up for. Writing about the subject of anxiety in the safety of the environment that I work within gave me no sense whatsoever of the symptoms that a person would experience while going through those emotions. Of course, I could dredge up old memories, but I didn't want to go down that route. But I was to be tested, fairly soon, on them.
If I had known I was to be tested on them, at first hand, that very evening, with my essay sat on my desk in front of me, would I have gone to work? Yes. As I'm always a one for a challenge, I like to face life head on. And I realise it is from my mistakes that we learn valuable lessons in life.
This was a challenge I hope not to repeat and a lesson I hope I have learned from.
Tonight I was called beautiful. Tonight I had a 19 year old lad tell me he wanted to marry me. Tonight, as I grappled with the symptoms of panic rising within me, I was scared.
What were the symptoms? And, if I was being handed all those wonderful comments, why was I scared?
The symptoms were a very slight twinge in the gut reaction to a young lad's request for me to sit beside him. I wish I had paid attention to that twinge. Instead, I smiled, said "Awh, I wish I could," with 'tongue in cheek' then turned away.
Ten minutes later, that lad, and his mate entered my office and spoke to each other about an article they had seen in the paper about a woman with six kids absconding with a young lad of about 19 years old. Within earshot, one of them said "Lucky bastard, wish that would happen to me!"
Then they both stood up and sat on my desk and started to roll their own cigarettes. I asked them, politely, to smoke outside. They nodded and asked me if I had ever smoked before - I replied "no" - to which they asked: "anything?" - "no".
To change the subject I asked them if they wanted me to order any DVDs ... "Yeah, blue movies!" I smiled and shook my head, sorry, can't have those I'm afraid."
"Why not? The lads would enjoy them."
"I've no doubt about that, but I'm afraid this is not the place for them."
"You're beautiful, you are." he looked me in the eye as he said it and I didn't see any hint of a lie in that face.
Always one for telling everyone else to accept compliments graciously, I had to put my own advice into action, so I said "Thank you." and smiled.
Then one of the lads knelt down and asked "Will you marry me?"
Chuckling, I shook my head and said "No."
The other one piped up, saying to the others, "Eh, you lot, disappear, cos me and the lady here are going to get married - so we can ..." then he started rocking his hips back and forth.
I pursed my lips and, not wishing to get angry with the lads who were just having a bit of fun, but needing to let them know there are boundaries, I passed the comment: "Somehow, the line is being stepped over, so I think we ought to stop this conversation now."
"Have I offended you?" he asked, not in full innocence I wager. But this comment was followed by an embarressed apology and a swift exit.
Nevertheless, after they both left, I felt my heart beating very fast and my face burning. This was the fight or flight response. But, instead of shouting at them or running away from the situation, I froze. I certainly didn't want to indulge in the last response mechanism asigned to the natural laws of 'survival'.
The gut reaction that I should have paid attention to was tension. Tension comes from our animal instinct telling us that something is not quite right. Something is about to threaten us. It's the body's anxiety response at a biological behavioural level that tells us to 'get away from this situation - you might die'.
Naturally, I didn't pay attention to it. Why? Cos I'm in a 'safe' environment.
What had been going on between the lads and me was a bit of harmless banter. Banter that was being stretched and pushed to however far I could handle it. This is the nature of men. They need to do this. It's in their blood. They do and say things until they either get physically hurt - or reprimanded. I understand this.
They were being 'just lads'. They are filled with testosterone and that hormone makes them do things and urges them to 'go for it' - even to the point of no return.
It was my call. I allowed it to go on for a bit longer than it should have done. I was to blame for the error in judgement. Though, that knowledge didn't stop me from being scared and experiencing that 'anxiety' response, that 'panic attack' like the one I was trying to write about for my essay.
As he disappeared out the door and down the stairs into the darkness, I thought about how young girls can get raped so easily. I, as an older woman experienced in the ways of the world and (in general) of men, sensed that the conversation had to be halted by me - in a gentle and non-judgemental way. Even though I was enjoying the banter, it still went further than I should have allowed it. A young girl may probably not know that boundary and take it that the boy wanted her for being her - not just for sex.
This certainly was a challenge for me. It tested my boundaries. It tested my morality. It tested my emotional intelligence, sharp wit and deep wisdom. It tested my gut level animalistic instinct against my human spirit.
I would have made a big mistake had I allowed the talk to go further. However, as it stands, I think I have saved face. Not only mine, but the young lad who would have pushed it to the max - understanding that it was wrong to go too far, but acting with the blood pumping in his veins and thinking with the wrong head.
So, yes, afterall, I did get to experience the fight, flight, freeze or f**k response. I got to test those emotional symptoms. And you know what ... I think I can write my essay now. -
A message from Michael Moore
This man has some great ideas ...
Goodbye, GM
by Michael Moore
June 1, 2009
I write this on the morning of the end of the once-mighty General Motors. By high noon, the President of the United States will have made it official: General Motors, as we know it, has been totaled.
As I sit here in GM's birthplace, Flint, Michigan, I am surrounded by friends and family who are filled with anxiety about what will happen to them and to the town. Forty percent of the homes and businesses in the city have been abandoned. Imagine what it would be like if you lived in a city where almost every other house is empty. What would be your state of mind?
It is with sad irony that the company which invented "planned obsolescence" -- the decision to build cars that would fall apart after a few years so that the customer would then have to buy a new one -- has now made itself obsolete. It refused to build automobiles that the public wanted, cars that got great gas mileage, were as safe as they could be, and were exceedingly comfortable to drive. Oh -- and that wouldn't start falling apart after two years. GM stubbornly fought environmental and safety regulations. Its executives arrogantly ignored the "inferior" Japanese and German cars, cars which would become the gold standard for automobile buyers. And it was hell-bent on punishing its unionized workforce, lopping off thousands of workers for no good reason other than to "improve" the short-term bottom line of the corporation. Beginning in the 1980s, when GM was posting record profits, it moved countless jobs to Mexico and elsewhere, thus destroying the lives of tens of thousands of hard-working Americans. The glaring stupidity of this policy was that, when they eliminated the income of so many middle class families, who did they think was going to be able to afford to buy their cars? History will record this blunder in the same way it now writes about the French building the Maginot Line or how the Romans cluelessly poisoned their own water system with lethal lead in its pipes.
So here we are at the deathbed of General Motors. The company's body not yet cold, and I find myself filled with -- dare I say it -- joy. It is not the joy of revenge against a corporation that ruined my hometown and brought misery, divorce, alcoholism, homelessness, physical and mental debilitation, and drug addiction to the people I grew up with. Nor do I, obviously, claim any joy in knowing that 21,000 more GM workers will be told that they, too, are without a job.
But you and I and the rest of America now own a car company! I know, I know -- who on earth wants to run a car company? Who among us wants $50 billion of our tax dollars thrown down the rat hole of still trying to save GM? Let's be clear about this: The only way to save GM is to kill GM. Saving our precious industrial infrastructure, though, is another matter and must be a top priority. If we allow the shutting down and tearing down of our auto plants, we will sorely wish we still had them when we realize that those factories could have built the alternative energy systems we now desperately need. And when we realize that the best way to transport ourselves is on light rail and bullet trains and cleaner buses, how will we do this if we've allowed our industrial capacity and its skilled workforce to disappear?
Thus, as GM is "reorganized" by the federal government and the bankruptcy court, here is the plan I am asking President Obama to implement for the good of the workers, the GM communities, and the nation as a whole. Twenty years ago when I made "Roger & Me," I tried to warn people about what was ahead for General Motors. Had the power structure and the punditocracy listened, maybe much of this could have been avoided. Based on my track record, I request an honest and sincere consideration of the following suggestions:
1. Just as President Roosevelt did after the attack on Pearl Harbor, the President must tell the nation that we are at war and we must immediately convert our auto factories to factories that build mass transit vehicles and alternative energy devices. Within months in Flint in 1942, GM halted all car production and immediately used the assembly lines to build planes, tanks and machine guns. The conversion took no time at all. Everyone pitched in. The fascists were defeated.
We are now in a different kind of war -- a war that we have conducted against the ecosystem and has been conducted by our very own corporate leaders. This current war has two fronts. One is headquartered in Detroit. The products built in the factories of GM, Ford and Chrysler are some of the greatest weapons of mass destruction responsible for global warming and the melting of our polar icecaps. The things we call "cars" may have been fun to drive, but they are like a million daggers into the heart of Mother Nature. To continue to build them would only lead to the ruin of our species and much of the planet.
The other front in this war is being waged by the oil companies against you and me. They are committed to fleecing us whenever they can, and they have been reckless stewards of the finite amount of oil that is located under the surface of the earth. They know they are sucking it bone dry. And like the lumber tycoons of the early 20th century who didn't give a damn about future generations as they tore down every forest they could get their hands on, these oil barons are not telling the public what they know to be true -- that there are only a few more decades of useable oil on this planet. And as the end days of oil approach us, get ready for some very desperate people willing to kill and be killed just to get their hands on a gallon can of gasoline.
President Obama, now that he has taken control of GM, needs to convert the factories to new and needed uses immediately.
2. Don't put another $30 billion into the coffers of GM to build cars. Instead, use that money to keep the current workforce -- and most of those who have been laid off -- employed so that they can build the new modes of 21st century transportation. Let them start the conversion work now.
3. Announce that we will have bullet trains criss-crossing this country in the next five years. Japan is celebrating the 45th anniversary of its first bullet train this year. Now they have dozens of them. Average speed: 165 mph. Average time a train is late: under 30 seconds. They have had these high speed trains for nearly five decades -- and we don't even have one! The fact that the technology already exists for us to go from New York to L.A. in 17 hours by train, and that we haven't used it, is criminal. Let's hire the unemployed to build the new high speed lines all over the country. Chicago to Detroit in less than two hours. Miami to DC in under 7 hours. Denver to Dallas in five and a half. This can be done and done now.
4. Initiate a program to put light rail mass transit lines in all our large and medium-sized cities. Build those trains in the GM factories. And hire local people everywhere to install and run this system.
5. For people in rural areas not served by the train lines, have the GM plants produce energy efficient clean buses.
6. For the time being, have some factories build hybrid or all-electric cars (and batteries). It will take a few years for people to get used to the new ways to transport ourselves, so if we're going to have automobiles, let's have kinder, gentler ones. We can be building these next month (do not believe anyone who tells you it will take years to retool the factories -- that simply isn't true).
7. Transform some of the empty GM factories to facilities that build windmills, solar panels and other means of alternate forms of energy. We need tens of millions of solar panels right now. And there is an eager and skilled workforce who can build them.
8. Provide tax incentives for those who travel by hybrid car or bus or train. Also, credits for those who convert their home to alternative energy.
9. To help pay for this, impose a two-dollar tax on every gallon of gasoline. This will get people to switch to more energy saving cars or to use the new rail lines and rail cars the former autoworkers have built for them.
Well, that's a start. Please, please, please don't save GM so that a smaller version of it will simply do nothing more than build Chevys or Cadillacs. This is not a long-term solution. Don't throw bad money into a company whose tailpipe is malfunctioning, causing a strange odor to fill the car.
100 years ago this year, the founders of General Motors convinced the world to give up their horses and saddles and buggy whips to try a new form of transportation. Now it is time for us to say goodbye to the internal combustion engine. It seemed to serve us well for so long. We enjoyed the car hops at the A&W. We made out in the front -- and the back -- seat. We watched movies on large outdoor screens, went to the races at NASCAR tracks across the country, and saw the Pacific Ocean for the first time through the window down Hwy. 1. And now it's over. It's a new day and a new century. The President -- and the UAW -- must seize this moment and create a big batch of lemonade from this very sour and sad lemon.
Yesterday, the last surviving person from the Titanic disaster passed away. She escaped certain death that night and went on to live another 97 years.
So can we survive our own Titanic in all the Flint Michigans of this country. 60% of GM is ours. I think we can do a better job.
Yours,
Michael Moore
MMFlint@aol.com
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Sx Education 9: Shy Guys?
Why you should kiss her when you first meet her ...
I've had experience of this - so you've got a woman's point of view here.
Sometimes, it can get really hard for a guy to approach a woman. And even if you do manage to get her on a date, the longer you wait to kiss her, the harder it is for you to make that move on her.
But you know what I've found the best way to deal with it is?
Kiss her immediately you start talking with her. Even if you end up not fancying her!
It gets that hurdle 'out of the way'. It stops any embarrassment. It gets rid of the tension that you might feel about doing it in the future with her.
Make a pact with yourself. You won't ask any woman out - on a date - unless you've kissed her first.
Ok, ok, ok. So, the thought of it is making you quake in your shoes ... "How the hell am I gonna be able to do that?!"
Well, here's how it is NOT done.
A passionate embrace
A smack on the choppers
A tender look in the eye and a brief touch of the lips
A French tongue
A wet one
A tonsil teaser
ABSOLUTELY NONE OF THOSE!
If you are a shy guy and you think about doing any of those you'll only squirm with embarrassment and it will all go horribly wrong.
Here is the big issue:
Your success with the ladies is to do things to them that your gut tells you is right FOR YOU.
Some guys think that kissing a woman needs courage or strength or guts or even 'gall' to go out on a limb and do what they've never done before. Especially if they fancy the girl.
But remember, girls like guys - and if you are playful and able to be open with the girls then they'll play back and be open with you.
So, lay all your fears aside for a few minutes - spot a woman you quite like the look of and say:
"Hi, I wanted to see what happened if I just walked up and started talking. I've only got five minutes…..I'm (make up a funny name)."
When she responds - in whatever way - remember it's only her response. It's not your fault if she turns into a bitch. If she smiles and gives you a cheeky or flirty response - great ... you're on your way.
So, how is it done?
Allow her to say a few words, feel it in your gut if she's 'responsive' to you.
Then smile (with your eyes) and make an excuse to leave for a few minutes (ask her if she wants a drink - say you've just seen your friends and you need to quickly say hello - even say you've got to go to the little boys room - anything just to get away)
Take her head in your hands
Lean in
And quickly - very briefly - touch her hair with your lips
This has got to be done in a fraction of a second - don't linger!
Leave her for a bit longer than five minutes. This might go against the grain. You might think you'll lose her attention, you might think that she's calling you a bastard behind your back.
But you'd be wrong to think those things.
She'll be more likely thinking about that touch. That brief kiss, that smile in your eyes, that funny name ...
And you know what - it creates an attraction for you.
You become strong in her eyes. You become courageous.
Do this a few times to different girls and - you don't even have to go back if you don't want to - it will become a habit.
The goal is - not to care how she responds. And to build your confidence - for when you do see a woman you really want to be with.
Go for it guys. Good luck!
Kaye
