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SUBJECT: Want A Free House? (My Mom Sent Me This)


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WANT A FREE HOUSE?


I was in my neighborhood restaurant this morning and was seated behinda group of jubilant individuals celebrating the coming implementationof the health care bill. I could not finish my breakfast. This is whatensued: They were a diverse group of several races and both sexes. Iheard a young man exclaim, "Isn't Obama like Jesus Christ? I mean,after all, he is healing the sick."


A young woman enthusiastically proclaimed, "Yeah, and he does it forfree. I cannot believe anyone would think that a free market wouldn'twork for health care."
Another said, "The stupid Republicans want us all to starve to deathso they can inherit all of the power. Obama should be made a Saint forwhat he did for those of us less fortunate."
At this, I had more than enough. I arose from my seat, mustering allthe restraint I could find, and approached their table. "Please excuseme; may I impose upon you for one moment?"


They smiled and welcomed me to the conversation. I stood at the end oftheir table, smiled as best I could and began an experiment.


"I would like to give one of you my house. It will cost you no moneyand I will pay all of the expenses and taxes for as long as you livethere. Anyone interested?"


They looked at each other in astonishment. "Why would you do somethinglike that?" asked a young man, "There isn't anything for free in thisworld." They began to laugh at me, as they did not realize this manhad just made my point.


"I am serious, I will give you my house for free, no money whatsoever.Anyone interested?"
In unison, a resounding "Yeah" fills the room.


"Since there are too many of you, I will have to make a choice as to who receives this money-free bargain."


I noticed an elderly couple was paying attention to the spectacleunfolding before their eyes, the old man shaking his head in apparent disgust.


"I tell you what; I will give it to the one of you most willing toobey my rules."


Again, they looked at one another, an expression of bewilderment ontheir faces.
The perky young woman asked, "What are the rules?"

New York State Troopers

THANK YOU TROOPERS!!!!!


BREAKING: Growing number of NY State Troopers in our area in Troop A are signing the "opt-out" form prohibiting their PBA union dues from being used for political purposes (PAC fund of PBA of NY State Troopers).

Approaching HALF of A Troop rank & file has either signed or committed to signing the "opt-out" form.

Also, over 90% of the WNY sector of T-Troop (Thruway: Ripley to Rochester) has signed or say they will sign the form.

Again: most rank and file troopers want the PBA to issue a statement opposing NY SAFE as unconstitutional and therefore as an illegal law.

So far, union big shots have refused to do so, and the union's own membership is running out of patience.

Perhaps a look at the PBA political contributions to Andrew Cuomo may offer some insight. $49,500 from 2006-2010.

Sources say rank and file opposition to union leadership's tone-deafness is spreading "like wildfire" throughout State Police barracks throughout NY State.

If our Drama Queen governor's own police force opposes the law, that will be HUGE.

A fence : A story with a great moral...

A fence : A story with a great moral...

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy's father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn't long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn't lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn't wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

"You have done very well, my son," he smiled, "but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same."

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

"When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you're sorry, the wounds will still be there."
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