Archive for March, 2013

Catching Pigs

Friday, March 29th, 2013


CATCHING PIGS

THIS IS THOUGHT PROVOKING.

There was a chemistry professor in a large college that had some exchange students in the class.

One day while the class was in the lab, the professor noticed one young man, an exchange student, who kept rubbing his back and stretching as if his back hurt.

The professor asked the young man what was the matter. The student told him he had a bullet lodged in his back. He had been shot while fighting communists in his native country who were trying to overthrow his country’s government and install a new communist regime.

In the midst of his story, he looked at the professor and asked a strange question.

He asked: “Do you know how to catch wild pigs?”

The professor thought it was a joke and asked for the punch line.

The young man said that it was no joke. “You catch wild pigs by finding a suitable place in the woods and putting corn on the ground. The pigs find it and begin to come every day to eat the free corn.

“When they are used to coming every day, you put a fence down one side of the place where they are used to coming. When they get used to the fence, they begin to eat the corn again and you put up another side of the fence. “They get used to that and start to eat again. You continue until you have all four sides of the fence up with a gate in the last side. “The pigs, which are used to the free corn, start to come through the gate to eat that free corn again. You then slam the gate on them and catch the whole herd. Suddenly the wild pigs have lost their freedom. They run around and around inside the fence, but they are caught. Soon they go back to eating the free corn. They are so used to it that they have forgotten how to forage in the woods for themselves, so they accept their captivity.”

The young man then told the professor that is exactly what he sees happening in America .

The government keeps pushing us toward Communism/Socialism and keeps spreading the free corn out in the form of programs such as supplemental income, tax credit for unearned income, tax exemptions, tobacco subsidies, dairy subsidies, payments not to plant crops (CRP), welfare, medicine, drugs, etc., while we continually lose our freedoms, just a little at a time.

One should always remember two truths:

There is no such thing as a free lunch, and you can never hire someone to provide a service for you cheaper than you can do it yourself.

If you see that all of this wonderful government “help” is a problem confronting the future of democracy in America , you might want to send this on to your friends.

If you think the free ride is essential to your way of life, then you will probably delete this email.

But, God help us all when the gate slams shut!

Quote for today: “The problems we face today are there because the people who work for a living are now outnumbered by those who vote for a living.” –Anonymous

” No Liberties or Freedoms are worth losing for a little Security.”

Words of wisdom

Friday, March 29th, 2013

Twelve things that a motorcycle can teach!

1. The only good view of a thunderstorm is in your rear view mirror.

2. Four wheels might move the body but two wheels move the soul.

3. I’d rather be riding my motorcycle and thinking about God than sitting in Church and thinking about my motorcycle.

4. Life may begin at 30, but it doesn’t get really interesting until about 95 mph.

5. Midnight bugs taste just as bad as noontime bugs.

6. Sometimes it takes a whole tank of gas before you can think straight.

7. A bike on the road is worth two in the shed.

8. Young riders pick a destination and go, old riders pick a direction and go.

9. When you are riding lead, don’t spit.

10. Catching a yellow jacket in your shirt at 75 mph can double your vocabulary.

11. I’ve never seen a motorcycle parked outside a psychiatrist’s office. And Finally:

12. Bikers know why dogs stick their heads out car windows

Baby doll

Friday, March 29th, 2013

Baby doll it’s you and me trippin towns,I’m holdin you tightly by the hand, rippin down those dripping frowns, no more castles made of sand! ┬áPlatinum Plated┬áplacemats you used to roll your bud, I say kick the cows out the crib with mouths all full of cud, our eyes now locked, can’t turn away, haters numbers blocked, it’s you my world rocked to stay! My pistols packed and locked.

Yeah slay me just to resurrect a golden lions body, I’ll melt with you we belt a few to loosen up your naughty! .Now we got a groove on, big bottoms gotta drop. In the back room I put the move on, all night until we pop!