Jan 4, 2008 | 1:54 PM
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Entertainment
LIFE IS MADE UP OF A SERIES OF EXPERIENCES
Each one will make you stronger,
even though it may be hard for you
to realize it at the time.
Life is your classroom
in which you're being tested, tried, and passed.
Always try to stay in the midst of life and activity.
Don't isolate yourself from the action.
Your character develops itself in the stream of life.
The setbacks and hardships you endure
actually help you in your march forward to success.
The world was built to develop your character.
But, life expects you to make progress
in reasonable time.
That's why those third grade school chairs
are so small.
Oct 19, 2007 | 9:04 PM
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News
IMMIGRATION LAWS
THERE WILL BE NO SPECIAL BILINGUAL PROGRAMS IN THE SCHOOLS.
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THERE WILL BE NO SPECIAL BALLOTS FOR ELECTIONS.
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ALL GOVERNMENT BUSINESS WILL BE CONDUCTED IN OUR LANGUAGE.
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FOREIGNERS WILL NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO VOTE NO MATTER HOW
LONG THEY ARE HERE.
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FOREIGNERS WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO HOLD POLITICAL OFFICE.
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FOREIGNERS WILL NOT BE A BURDEN TO THE TAXPAYERS.
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NO WELFARE, NO FOOD STAMPS, NO HEALTH CARE OR OTHER
GOVERNMENT ASSISTANCE PROGRAMS.
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FOREIGNERS CAN INVEST IN THIS COUNTRY BUT IT MUST BE AN
AMOUNT EQUAL TO 40,000 TIMES THE DAILY MINIMUM WAGE.
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IF FOREIGNERS DO COME AND WANT TO BUY LAND, THAT WILL BE
OKAY. BUT OPTIONS WILL BE RESTRICTED..........
YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED WATERFRONT PROPERTY. THAT IS RESERVED
FOR CITIZENS NATURALLY BORN INTO THIS COUNTRY.
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FOREIGNERS MAY NOT PROTEST; NO DEMONSTRATIONS; NO WAVING A
FOREIGN FLAG; NO POLITICAL ORGANIZING; NO BAD-MOUTHING OUR
PRESIDENT OR HIS POLICIES.
IF YOU DO, YOU WILL BE SENT HOME.
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IF YOU DO COME TO THIS COUNTRY ILLEGALLY, YOU WILL BE HUNTED
DOWN AND SENT STRAIGHT TO JAIL.
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HARSH, YOU SAY?............
The above laws happen to be the Immigration Laws of:
"MEXICO!"
How about that for an eye-opener?!!
Oct 19, 2007 | 8:52 PM
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News
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Average Idiot, (or American Pet Owner as well)
We receive an extremely high volume of inquiries and requests to accept surrendered animals. To help us expedite your problem as quickly as possible, please observe the following guidelines:
1. Do not say that you are, "considering finding a good home," or, "feel you might be forced to," or, "really think it would be better if," you unloaded the poor beast. Ninety-five percent of you already have your minds stone-cold made up that the animal will be out of your life by the weekend or holiday at the latest. Say so. If you don't, I'm going to waste a lot of time giving you common-sense, easy solutions for very fixable problems, and you're going to waste a lot of time coming up with fanciful reasons why the solution couldn't possibly work for you. For instance, you say the cat claws the furniture, and I tell you about nail-clipping and scratching posts and aversion training, and then you go into a long harangue about how your husband won't let you put a scratching post in the family room, and your ADHD daughter cries if you use a squirt bottle on the cat, and your congenital thumb abnormalities prevent you from using nail scissors and etc., etc. Just say you're getting rid of the cat.
2. Do not waste time trying to convince me how nice and humane you are. Your coworker recommended that you contact me because I am nice to animals, not because I am nice to people, and I don't like people who "get rid of" their animals. "Get rid of," is my least favorite phrase in any language. I hope someone, "gets rid of" you someday. I am an animal advocate, not a people therapist. After all, you can get counselors, special teachers, doctors, social workers, etc., for your ADHD daughter. Your pet has only me, and people like me, to turn to in his or her need, and we are overworked, stressed-out, and demoralized. So don't tell me this big long story about how, "We love this dog so much, and we even bought him a special bed that cost $50, and it is just killing us to part with him, but honestly, our maid is just awash in dog hair every time she cleans, and his breath sometimes just reeks of liver, so you can see how hard we've tried, and how dear he is to us, but we really just can't ... ." You are not nice, and it is not killing you. It is, in all probability, literally killing your dog, but you're going to be just fine once the beast is out of your sight. Don't waste my time trying to make me like you or feel sorry for you in your plight.
3. Do not try to convince me that your pet is exceptional and deserves special treatment. I don't care if you taught him to sit. I don't care if she's a beautiful Persian. I have a waiting list of battered and/or whacked-out animals who really need help, and I have no room to shelter your pet because you decided you no longer have time for your 14-year-old Lab. Do not send me long messages detailing how Fido just l-o-v-e-s blankies and carries his favorite blankie everywhere, and oh, when he gets all excited and happy, he spins around in circles, isn't that cute? He really is darling, so it wouldn't be any trouble at all for us to find him a good home. Listen, we can go down to the pound and count the darling, spinning, blankie-loving beasts on death row by the dozens, any day of the week. And, honey, Fido is a six-year-old shepherd-mix weighing 75 pounds. I am not lying when I tell you big, older, mixed-breed, garden-variety dogs are almost always completely unadoptable, and I don't care if they can whistle Dixie or send smoke signals with their blankies. What you don't realize, though you're trying to lie to me, you're actually telling the truth: Your pet is a special, wonderful, amazing creature. But this mean old world does not care. More importantly, you do not care, and I can't fix that problem.
All I can do is grieve for all the exceptional animals who live short, brutal, loveless lives and die without anyone ever recognizing they were indeed very, very special.
4. Finally, just, for God' s sake, for the animal's sake, tell the truth, and the whole truth. Do you think if you just mumble your cat is, "high-strung," I will say, "Okey-doke! No problem!" and take it into foster care? No, I will start asking questions and uncover the truth, which is your cat has not used a litter box in the last six months. Do not tell me you "can't" crate your dog. I will ask what happens when you try to crate him, and you will either be forced to tell me the symptoms of full-blown, severe separation anxiety, or else you will resort to lying some more, wasting more time.
And, if you succeed in placing your pet in a shelter or foster care, do not tell yourself the biggest lie of all: "Those nice people will take him and find him a good home, and everything will be fine." those nice people will indeed give the animal every possible chance, but if we discover serious health or behavior problems, if we find that your misguided attempts to train or discipline him have driven him over the edge, we will do what you are too immoral and cowardly to do: We will hold the animal in our arms, telling him truthfully he is a good dog or cat, telling him truthfully we are sorry and we love him, while the vet ends his life. How can we be so heartless as to kill your pet, you ask?
Do not ever dare to judge us.
At least we tried. At least we stuck with him to the end. At least we never abandoned him to strangers, as you certainly did, didn't you? In short, this little old rescuer/foster momma has reached the point where she would prefer you tell it like it is:
"We picked up a free pet in a parking lot a couple of years ago. Now we don't want it anymore. We're lazier than we thought. We've got no patience either. We're starting to suspect the animal is really smarter than we are, which is giving us self-esteem issues. Clearly, we can't possibly keep it! . Plus, it might be getting sick; it's acting kind of funny.
"We would like you to take it in eagerly, enthusiastically, and immediately. We hope you'll realize what a deal you're getting and not ask us for a donation to help defray your costs. After all, this is an (almost) pure-bred animal, and we'll send the leftover food along with it. We get it at the discount store, and boy, it's a really good deal.
"We are very irritated you haven't shown pity on us in our great need and picked the animal up already. We thought you people were supposed to be humane! Come and get it today. No, we couldn't possibly bring it to you; the final episode of 'Survivor' is on tonight."
Signed,
Any Given Rescuer and Vet Tech on almost every day.
Oct 15, 2007 | 9:47 PM
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News

My job is to assist God's creatures.
I was born with the drive to fulfill their needs.
I take care of helpless, unwanted, homeless creatures
without planning or selection.
I have bought dog food with my last dime.
I have patted a mangy head with a bare hand.
I have hugged someone vicious and afraid.
I have fallen in love a thousand times.
And I have cried into the fur of a lifeless body
too many times to count.
I have Animal Friends and friends who have animal friends.
I notice those lost on the road side
and my heart aches.
I will hand raise a field mouse
and make friends with a vulture.
I know of no creature unworthy of my time.
I want to live forever if there aren't animals in Heaven,
but I believe there are.
Why would God make something so perfect
and leave it behind?
Some may think we are masters of the animals,
but the animals have mastered themselves...
something people still haven't learned.
War and abuse make me hurt for the world,
but a rescue that makes the news gives me hope for mankind.
We are a quiet but determined army
and we are making a difference everyday.
There is nothing more necessary than warming an orphan,
nothing more rewarding than saving a life,
no higher recognition than watching them thrive.
There is no greater joy than seeing a baby play
who, only days ago, was too weak to eat.
By the love of those who I've been privileged to rescue,
I have been rescued.
I know what true unconditional love really is,
for I've seen it shining in the eyes of so many,
grateful for so little.
I am a Vet Tech.
I am an Animal Rescuer.
My work is never done.
My wallet is always empty,
but my heart is always full.

Oct 10, 2007 | 9:54 PM
Category:
News
Okay, I tried to not say anything on this subject, but it's driving me nuts.
This afternoon, I watched Channel 4 News (sorry Fox2, I missed yours at 11)
Anyway, they were talking to Pam Akers about all of this. My heart goes out to Shawn and Ben and Bens Family, and I was really feeling sorry for the Akers. I kept thinking to myself " My God, the media needs to leave these people alone and let them get on with thier lives the best they can."
THEN I hear Pam say that they will be going out of town to be on some sort of news program and that they are now open for a movie or book deal.
Now if this was MY child. There is no way I would agree to a movie or book deal for any amount of money. I couldn't deal with the fact that there is a movie or book out there sharing the sickening, perverted, things that my baby had to endure by this monster.
I feel that if Shawn wants to write a book or movie when he is an adult and has healed from this with many years of counseling, then so be it. Shawn has been through a life altering ordeal and is STILL a child. I hope they think about it long and hard before they agree to something that could inhibit Shawns healing or possibly something that may haunt him in his adult life.
What are your thoughts?
God be with Shawn, Ben and thier families.
Oct 2, 2007 | 3:59 AM
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Entertainment
Nasal decongestants are a dime a dozen. The things are everywhere and they will advertise themselves as being able to do just about everything...including unclogging the kitchen sink. What they don't tell you is what an idiot you can make of yourself in public while using decongestants.
For example, there are the kind with labels that read, "for nighttime use only". These are the pills that self-destruct after daylight. It is advisable that you keep them in your medicine chest and only open it after the sun goes down. These "vampires" of the drug set are designed to relax you to the point of entering a light coma. Operating a moving vehicle while under the influence of one of these is not a good idea.
If you come up behind a car that is sitting at the red light for the fourteenth time, it is an easy bet that the person behind that wheel is zonked into la-la land by a dose of antihistamine sleeping dope. Car horns and screaming do not affect people in this condition. Simply pull your car into oncoming traffic and move around them. Hopefully the oncoming traffic will understand. If not, you can always claim it was the other driver's fault, you know, the one with the really big eyes and hair that stands straight up on end? He will use a few finger gestures and shout a few obscenities but then he will get over it... eventually.
Then there is the other kind of decongestant, that you are not allowed to use before retiring for the evening. This stuff is lethal if used anywhere near a pillow. You take a dose of this stuff and your eyelids will pop as big as cookies the second your head comes to rest. Then you spend the rest of the night wide awake, listening to your heart running the Indy 500 and hoping you'll win the race. Counting sheep will not work in this situation, and it is for this reason that online chatrooms are always open 24/7. The people who run them are insomniacs, hopped up on decongestants.
Of course it is always wise to read labels when dealing with the mystery drugs that are put forth on the market these days. There is always that one ingredient which is apparently added to the mix for the sole purpose of making you sicker than you already are. You have a couple of options here.
You can either be drowning in your own phlegm and unable to catch your breath, or you can breathe easily but not in your bathroom because you have non-stop diarrhea, a side effect of the pills. Or you can sleep well at night without suffocating under a stuffy nose, but you have the added bonus of perhaps not awakening in the morning. Your choice. Oh, and don't forget to take another totally different kind of pill when you do remember to wake up in the morning. You don't want to be the guy sleeping behind the wheel at the intersection, now do you?
Trial and error is the only way to truly determine the correct dosage of the correct decongestant for you. How else will you know if the darn thing will float your head from your shoulders, or put you into a coma? Also this is a good way of determining how you will react when the pill finally wears off, four, six, eight or twelve hours later. It is a lot of fun finding out the hard way that the twelve hour caplet you took twelve hours ago has just quit working and your body is now prepared to retaliate. It has been saving its favorite miseries up for the past twelve hours and will now eagerly dump them all on your head at once.
You are sitting down (if you are lucky) and your head suddenly begins to swim like a goldfish in a bowl, a small bowl at that, and the fishy is swimming in circles. You try to stand up, and thud, someone pops two big corks in your nostrils, disabling your nose-breathing apparatus for the duration. You are now a dizzy mouth-breather.
Try not to be out in public when this happens because if you are, you will soon achieve a brand new reputation, and quite possibly a new knick-name to go with it. Goober comes to mind. You will be staggering around like the town drunk, and walking into really big walls that most people somehow manage to avoid. Don't even think of trying to cross the street. That car that is flying through the intersection with a sleeping driver at the wheel, (yes, sometimes the car is not in the stop position when the dope takes effect) has your name written all over it. You will cough, choke, retch, gag, develop a gonging headache, sneeze every second for the next fourteen years, and will not be able to walk a straight line when the nice officer asks you to.
For your personal safety it is advisable in the case of emergency allergy relief, to simply call your mother on the phone, and ask her what it was that she used to feed you when you were a little kid. Whatever it was, it always worked exactly the way it was supposed to, no matter what, because moms always know. Always. Do not be surprised when you ask her, if she informs you that it was a jelly bean that always did the trick for your childhood ailments. You were from a different planet when you were a child.
Sep 24, 2007 | 10:57 PM
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Entertainment
Wow, seems like forever since I've been here. I miss all of my friends here so much and I'm sorry I just up and disappeared on you guys. I was going through a real difficult time and thought it would be best for me to deal with it alone, rather than be a big downer in the group. I thought I was losing my mind, was a total emotional mess, had no idea what was happening to me. I "knew" something was wrong, I wasn't feeling like "Tina". I went to the doctor, had alot of tests done, including a psych evaluation lol. Well come to find out I wasn't crazy, I was really sick. The breast cancer was back, and this time it was worse than before. It's amazing how when your body is sick, it affects your mind! I thought I was really cracking up. Cried at the drop of a hat, then turn around and be on top of the world. NUTS. Sooo to make a long story short, I beat the breast cancer AGAIN. Although I no longer have my long hair because of chemo, I have my body and mind back. Now I just hope I can have my friends back. I missed you all terribly.
Much love,
Tina
p.s. If anyone wants to be friends with me on MySpace, my page is...
www.myspace.com/munchkin1016
May 4, 2007 | 12:20 PM
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News
I'm really sorry about Josh Hancock, but what the heck Fox2?! I really wanted to see todays Dr.Keith' s show today! I hope you eventually show the ENTIRE Dr. Keith show, after it was so rudely interrupted! This thing about Hancock is NOT breaking news. This "Breaking News", could have waited for the 5:oo news broadcast. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Apr 6, 2007 | 1:17 AM
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News
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who had been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuablen lessons as:
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Clairol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
Mar 11, 2007 | 5:35 AM
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News
A 101 year old woman beat up and mugged....
http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/03/10/elderly.robbed.ap/
index.html
This story and video made me sick! Not much surprises me these days, but this was just too much. I sat here watching this video and all I could do was cry. Dear God, what is this world comming to?
Mar 11, 2007 | 5:17 AM
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News
A time comes in your life when you finally get it... When in the midst of all your fears and insanity you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out - ENOUGH!
Enough fighting and crying or struggling to hold on. And, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin to subside, you shudder once or twice, you blink back your tears and through a mantle of wet lashes you begin to look at the world through new eyes. This is your awakening. You realize that it's time to stop hoping and waiting for something to change or for happiness, safety and security to come galloping over the next horizon. You come to terms with the fact that he is not Prince Charming and you are not Cinderella and that in the real world there aren't always fairy tale endings (or beginnings for that matter) and that any guarantee of "happily ever after" must begin with you and in the process a sense of serenity is born of acceptance.
You awaken to the fact that you are not perfect and that not everyone will always love, appreciate or approve of who or what you are... and that's OK. (They are entitled to their own views and opinions.) And you learn the importance of loving and championing yourself and in the process a sense of new found confidence is born of self-approval.
You stop complaining and blaming other people for the things they did to you (or didn't do for you) and you learn that the only thing you can really count on is the unexpected. You learn that people don't always say what they mean or mean what they say and that not everyone will always be there for you and that it's not always about you. So, you learn to stand on your own and to take care of yourself and in the process a sense of safety & security is born of self-reliance.
You stop judging and pointing fingers and you begin to accept people as they are and to overlook their shortcomings and human frailties and in the process a sense of peace & contentment is born of forgiveness. You realize that much of the way you view yourself, and the world around you, is as a result of all the messages and opinions that have been ingrained into your psyche. And you begin to sift through allthe crap you've been fed about how you should behave, how you should look and how much you should weigh what you should wear and where you should shop and what you should drive how and where you should liveand what youshould do for a living, who you should sleep with, who you should marry and what you should expect of a marriage, the importance of having and raising children or what you owe your parents.
You learn to open up to new worlds and different points of view. And you begin reassessing and redefining who you are, what you really stand for. You learn the difference between wanting and needing and you begin to discard the doctrines and values you've outgrown, or should never have bought into to begin with and in the process you learn to go with your instincts. You learn that it is truly in giving that we receive. And that there is power and glory in creating and contributing and you stop maneuvering through life merely as a "consumer" looking for your next fix. You learn that principles such as honesty and integrity are not the outdated ideals of a bygone era but the mortar that holds together the foundation upon which you must build a life.
You learn that you don't know everything, it's not your job to save the world and that you can't teach a pig to sing. You learn to distinguish between guilt and responsibility and the importance of setting boundaries and learning to say NO. You learn that the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry and that martyrs get burned at the stake. Then you learn about love. Romantic love and familial love. how to love, how much to give in love, when to stop giving, and when to walk away. You learn not to project your needs or your feelings onto a relationship.
You learn that you will not be more beautiful, more intelligent, more lovable or important because of the man on your arm or the child that bears your name. You learn to look at relationships as they really are and not as you would have them be. You stop trying to control people, situations and outcomes. You learn that just as people grow and change so it is with love.... and you learn that you don't have the right to demand love on your terms... just to make you happy. And, you learn that alone does not mean lonely...
You look in the mirror and come to terms with the fact that you will never be a size 5 or a perfect 10 and you stop trying to compete with the image inside your head and agonizing over how you "stack up."
You also stop working so hard at putting your feelings aside, smoothing things over and ignoring your needs. You learn that feelings of entitlement are perfectly OK.... and that it isyour right to want things and to ask for the things that you want...and that sometimes it is necessary to make demands.
You come to the realization that you deserve to be treated with love, kindness, sensitivity and respect and you won't settle for less. And, you allow only the hands of a lover who cherishes you to glorify you with his touch... and in the process you internalize the meaning of self-respect. And you learn that your body really is your temple. And you begin to care for it and treat it with respect. You begin eating a balanced diet, drinking more water and taking more time to exercise. You learn that fatigue diminishes the spirit and can create doubt and fear. So you take more time to rest. And, just as food fuels the body, laughter fuels our soul. So you take more time to laugh and to play.
You learn, that for the most part, in life you get what you believe you deserve... and that much of life truly is a self-fulfilling prophecy. You learn that anything worth achieving is worth working for and that wishing for something to happen is different from working toward making it happen. More importantly, you learn that in order to achieve success you need direction, discipline and perseverance. You also learn that no one can do it all alone and that it's OK to risk asking for help.
You learn that the only thing you must truly fear is the great robber baron of all time... FEAR itself. You learn to step right into and through your fears because you know that whatever happens you can handle it and to give in to fear is to give away the right to live life on your terms. And you learn to fight for your life and not to squander it living under a cloud of impending doom. You learn that life isn't always fair, you don't always get what you think you deserve and that sometimes bad things happen to unsuspecting, good people. On these occasions you learn not to personalize things. You learn that God isn't punishing you or failing to answer your prayers. It's just life happening.
And you learn to deal with evil in its most primal state - the ego. You learn that negative feelings such as anger, envy and resentment must be understood and redirected or they will suffocate the life out of you and poison theuniverse that surrounds you. You learn to admit when you are wrong and to build bridges instead of walls. You learn to be thankful and to take comfort in many of the simple things we take for granted, things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about: a full refrigerator, clean running water, a soft warm bed, a long hot shower.
Slowly, you begin to take responsibility for yourself by yourself and you make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never ever settle for less than your heart's desire. You hang a wind chime outside your window so you can listen to the wind. And you make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting, and to stay open to every wonderful possibility.
Finally, with courage in your heart and with God by your side you take a stand, you take a deep breath and you begin to design the life you want to live as best as you can.
Mar 7, 2007 | 8:39 AM
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News
To whom do you compare yourself? If you spend too much time looking at fashion magazines, you could very well feel inadequate. Most of the models wear dangerously thin bodies and wastefully expensive clothing. If you spend too much time watching TV sitcoms or soap operas, you might be tempted to think your spouse is not built the way he or she should be.
Look around you. Look at all the other people just like you. They are real. You are real. Some have more stuff, some have less. Some have better builds, some have less. Some smile more, some less.
Don't compare yourself to others, because you can never be them and they can never be you. Be yourself and love it!
Mar 7, 2007 | 7:49 AM
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News
Breed specific legislation (BSL) is being passed in many different states, counties, towns and countries, and is a detriment to the survival of the Pit Bull. All owners should concern themselves with the matter of BSL.
What is BSL?
BSL is legislation that targets specific breeds of dog (namely Pit Bulls and "pit bull types") because they are supposedly inherently dangerous and therefore deserving of prejudicial rules and regulations. BSL can be loosely divided into two types:
Type 1--Bans
Bans make it illegal to own, house, harbor, import, train, or breed any of the dogs listed in the legislation in a particular location. Dogs that already exist in the area of the ban are usually grandfathered in, but their owners have to comply with extensive laws in order to keep their animals. These laws usually require owners to take out expensive liability insurance on their dogs, muzzle the dogs in public, keep the animals confined in kennels, mandatory spay/neuter, among other things.
Type 2--Ownership regulation
Regulation legislation doesn't outright ban a breed, but rather makes it extremely difficult to own a certain breed. Requirements such as liability insurance, mandatory spay/neuter, higher licensing costs, muzzling in public, etc. are typical of legislation like this. Ownership regulation also places age limits on who can own or handle certain breeds. Through this type of legislation, the government is basically deciding who is and who is not allowed to own certain dogs.
What's the point of BSL?
The supportors of BSL claim their goal is to put an end to dog attacks by targeting certain breeds of dog that are "inherently vicious/dangerous", and dogs that tend to appeal to people who are involved in criminal activity (i.e. drug dealers, dog fighters, gangbangers, etc).
What About Bite Statistics? Do They Prove We Need BSL?:
Dog Bite Statistics are unreliable sources of information regarding the "viciousness" or dangerousness of breeds for the following reasons:
1) Very few people can accurately identify dog breeds.
2) Breeds are not listed individually, but rather under group headings. For instance, under the heading "pit bull", you will find no less than 3 distinct breeds, mixes of any of those three breeds, any dog that appears to be one of those breeds, plus any misidentified dogs. And make no mistake, dogs get misidentified all the time. There is a case of an Akita attack that was reported as a "pit bull attack" in the media. This author's dogs have been mistaken for Boxers, Bulldogs, and yes, one was even mistaken for an Akita. Just about any Pit Bull owner can tell you of many cases where their dog has dealt with a case of mistaken identity.
3) Bite stats take into account only reported bites.
4) Bite stats do not take into account the dogs of a specified breed who do NOT bite. No one knows the overall percentage of Pit Bulls who bite compared to, let's say, the percentage of Dalmatians or Golden Retrievers who bite.
5) Bite stats do not list "provoked" bites that occur at grooming shops and veterinary offices. If you took a survey of groomers and veterinarians, I'm sure you'd find an overwhelming majority of them would tell you that the small, "cutesy" dogs that people generally hold as harmless are the dogs that give them the most trouble. I'm a Vet Tech and can attest to the fact that the big dogs, particularly the Pit Bulls, and other similar breeds, are by far the most cooperative.
6) Bite stats DO list the truly provoked bites, i.e. dogs who have bitten after being teased/harrassed/abused.
BSL Is Not The Answer:
While it is quite obvious that there is a problem in some communities regarding loose dogs harrassing/attacking people, criminal activity involving the use of dogs, and dog attacks in general, BSL fails to reduce the occurance of these problems because it fails to address the root cause: people. BSL doesn't work because it is purely predjudicial in nature. Instead of punishing owners who are irresponsible and criminals who use dogs for illegal purposes, the legislation targets dogs for simply existing, and people's rights to own the breed of dog they so choose.
BSL is also largely based on misinformation and truth-twisting, its authors citing the "inherent viciousness" of certain dog breeds as plenty reason to outlaw even those dogs that have never acted in a criminal fashion. Bite statistics are also used as justification since "pit bulls" often top such lists. Of course, no breed is inherently vicious, and the accuracy of bite stats are suspect as best.
BSL doesn't work because...
1) Current laws are barely enforced. New laws are going to be heaped on top of old ones, for what purpose? Take something as simple as the leash law. It is not very often enforced. Leashes save lives, they prevent dog bites and attacks. It is a simple, yet extremely effective means of lessening dog problems. The blatant disregard for leash laws is not something that should be allowed to go on.
2) BSL takes time, money and man-power to enforce. The responsibility for the enforcement of laws falls on Animal Control and sheltering systems. These are agencies that are already dealing with massive surpluses of animals, more calls than they can sometimes handle. Now they are being forced to deal with the additional weight BSL dumps on their shoulders.
3) BSL is predjudicial in nature. It punishes dogs and owners who have done nothing wrong. It is discriminatory against people who choose to own a particular breed of dog.
4) All dogs bite. All dogs can inflict harm. There is no scientific study to prove that one breed of dog bites more or causes more injury than any other breed of dog. There have been cases of tiny dogs, under 20 pounds killing or seriously injurying children.
5) If Pit Bulls and similar breeds are outlawed or severely restricted, one of two things happen: criminals and irresponsible owners will continue to get their hands on the dogs and simply ignore laws, or they will turn to other breeds to suit their purposes.
Alternatives to Breed Speficic Legislation:
1) Enforcement of generic dangerous dog laws, laws that hold owners accountable for the actions of their dogs regardless of breed.
2) Enforcement of leash laws. Let's be real strict about this. Tickets should be handed out like candy to individuals who disobey this law. Fine owners who let their dogs run loose or fail to keep them in enclosures that they cannot escape from. Let's have a 3-strikes and you're out law for people who refuse to keep their dogs under control. Use the money collected from these fines to fund community dog safety and responsible ownership programs.
3) Stop making excuses for animal cruelty, neglect, and irresponsible ownership. There need to be huge fines for those involved in any inhumane or irresponsible activity with animals.
Mar 4, 2007 | 1:34 AM
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Insurance companies, Home Owners Associations, and even entire cities and townships have jumped on the "Breed Banning Bandwagon". Pit Bulls, Rottweilers, Chows ... all have a substantial black mark on their reputation these days, and it's become to a common thing for the owner to watch as people cross the street and shoot dirty looks as she walks her well-behaved Rottweiler down the street. People who lived in controlled neighbourhoods with a Homeowner's Association are not allowed to have any of the potentially "dangerous" breeds as pets. Insurance companies are starting to refuse policies to people who own these dogs. And in some cities, people have had their dogs confiscated and euthanized due to strict by-laws. Animal shelters are no longer adopting out these breeds, but rather euthanizing them on receipt.
Wow. Whatever happened to our dog loving countries?
What makes a dog aggressive and dangerous anyway? Is it their colour? Black and Tan dogs with the few exceptions of toy-sized dogs (Dachshunds, and Miniature Pinschers come immediately to mind) it seems that most black and tan dogs induce fear on sight. Is it their name? Staffordshire Bull Terriers have "Bull Terrier" in their name, they must be evil? What about shape? Any dog with a broad head or cropped ears is game for the breed banning fanatics?
It sure looks as though this is the criteria used to enforce Breed Specific Legislation. It still doesn't answer the question above though, does it? What really makes a dog, any dog, dangerous?
The answer is a scarey one, especially considering that the real criminal rarely gets punished. The owners of the dog are what make a dog dangerous.
Bad dogs are not born, there is no genetic mutation present in certain dog breeds that make them turn against their owner or reach out and bite their latest victim. Bad dogs are created, usually by the people who raise them, less often by unscrupulous breeders who deliberately or unknowingly breed unsound temperaments to another unstable temperament. Every dog is a product of his environment. Every puppy born is born innocent of future charges levied against him by the public.
What will happen when certain parties have their way and the latest "dangerous" breed is eradicated? There will be no more Pit Bulls, what will take their place? When all the Doberman Pinschers are gone, what breed will be next? I'll tell you. America's sweetheart, the Golden Retriever, will be next. As long as the owners are allowed to get a dog and raise it to be a monster, any dog breed can take the next spot on the Banned Breed List. Labrador Retrievers and Standard Poodles have the same amount of teeth as a Chow, and put just as much pressure on as a Poodle. But nobody fears these dogs. Cocker Spaniels and other small breeds have unbelievable bite records, yet people don't panic at the thought of facing one on the street.
What we have now is a band-aid solution. It will work for a very short period of time. What is needed is an implementation of much harsher laws dealing with animal cruelty, neglect, and, yes, maybe we should be looking at licensing dog owners along with their pets. Convicted of animal neglect or cruelty? Then you shall never own another animal again. Why should people be given another pet to ruin?
How can we, as a society, justify euthanizing dogs on sight at shelters and calling for the destruction of dog breeds that make wonderful companions, when the real criminals walk free? What is wrong with this picture??