Indigo Insights

Friday, October 24, 2003
indigoinsights [at] hotmail [dot] com

"At first, I was so damn angry after the experience you are about to read that I didn't trust myself to write something coherent. Then, I calmed down and figured that it was an anomaly. I wasn't going to write about this experience, but, with the recent comments coming out of the Organization of the Islamic Conference in Malaysia, I thought that I might be able to shed some light on what we are up against in the world..."
Go read the rest of Me and My Muslim Neighbors Really. Go read it. Unfortunately, Blackfive has no comments. That would have been something to read too!
The Laughing Wolf explains how those of us "cheap skates" who use Blogspot may help in the next blog hacking (and he vows there will be more) by allowing guest bloggers. I'm receptive to that.
"Internap happens to be the upstream of and sending unsolicited email is clearly against their AUP, which means that Internap just might be interested to know that one of their customers is non-compliant."

Commander Will says: "I think G.W.B. is too liberal. However, to compare Iraq to Vietnam is (I'm trying to control myself here) pretty damn lame, for multiple reasons. First of all, we could have easily won in vietnam with very few casualties if Johnson and McNamara had not tried to micromanage the fighting due to political considerations. Regardless of Eisenhower having sent a few advisors, Kennedy sent a LOT of advisors and troops, and Johnson created the situation for 58,000+ to die needlessly. Those young men did not die because we went to war against communism and an evil dictator, they died because democrats have never met a socialist despot they didn't coddle." See it all here.
Pretty Snarky needs more attention from me. Just found her tonight thru the A-Man. I was hooked the minute I saw my two favorite old actresses featured on the blog page. Nope. Not going to tell you. Wouldn't be prudent. Go look for yourself and give her a hit. Honorable mention also is given to Dorothy Parker and Mae West. In other words, Pretty Snarky will probably be on my upcoming Blog Roll too. Yes, Christy. Definitely a deal!!!!

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(Yet another) STORY OF TWO COWS

You have two cows.
Your neighbor has none.
You feel guilty for being successful.
You vote people into office that put a tax on your cows, forcing you to sell one to raise money to pay the tax.
The people you voted for then take the tax money, buy a cow and give it to your neighbor.
You feel righteous. Barbara Streisand sings for you.

You have two cows.
The government takes one and gives it to your neighbor.
You form a cooperative to tell him how to manage his cow.

You have two cows.
Your neighbor has none.

You have two cows.
The government seizes both and provides you with milk.
You wait in line for hours to get it.
It is expensive and sour.

You have two cows.
You sell one, buy a bull, and build a herd of cows.

You have two cows.
The government taxes you to the point you have to sell both to support a man in a foreign country who has only one cow, which was a gift from your government.

You have two cows.
The government takes them both, shoots one, milks the other, pays you for the milk, and then pours the milk down the drain.

You have two cows.
You sell one, lease it back to yourself and do an IPO on the 2nd one.
You force the two cows to produce the milk of four cows.
You are surprised when one cow drops dead.
You spin an announcement to the analysts stating you have downsized and are reducing expenses.
Your stock goes up.

You have two cows.
You go on strike because you want three cows.
You go to lunch.
Life is good.

You have two cows.
You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.
They learn to travel on unbelievably crowded trains.
Most are at the top of their class at cow school.

You have two cows.
You engineer them so they are all blond, drink lots of beer, give excellent quality milk, and run a hundred miles an hour.
Unfortunately they also demand 13 weeks of vacation per year.

You have two cows but you don't know where they are.
While ambling around searching, you see a beautiful woman.
You break for lunch.
Life is good.

You have two cows.
You have some vodka.
You count them and learn you have five cows.
You have some more vodka.
You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.
The Mafia shows up and takes over however many cows you really have.

You have all the cows in Afghanistan, which are two.
You don't milk them because you cannot touch any creature's private parts.
Then you kill them and claim a US bomb blew them up while they were in the hospital.

You have two bulls.
Employees are regularly maimed and killed by land mines while attempting to milk them.

You have a black cow and a brown cow.
Everyone votes for the best looking one.
Some of the people who like the brown one best, vote for the black one.
Some people vote for both.
Some people vote for neither.
Some people can't figure out how to vote at all.
Finally, a bunch of guys from out-of-state tell you which is the best-looking one.

You have fifteen million cows.
You have to choose which one will be the leader of the herd, so you pick some fat cow from Arkansas.

[Thanks to Steve and Susan, Greensboro, NC]