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Peevus Jonson had a carbuncle on his shoulder that looked like a small head, a human head. Normally a carbuncle is a large member of the wart family, a benign tumor of roiled skin and hair follicles, but it can also be a gem, a jewel, a prize, it all depends. In this case the carbuncle was a dead ringer for Abe Lincoln, complete with the beard.
In the summer when Jonson wasn't wearing a shirt and the carbuncle was on display some congenial folks would ask pertinent questions about this permanent hitchhiker. "Can Mr. Lincoln talk?" "Does he chew tobacco?" "Who controls your body you or Mr. Lincoln?" "Who is Mr. Lincoln voting for?" "Is that Abe Lincoln or your caddy?" Answers, though, were few or not forthcoming..." - From the Carbuncle by Kevin O'Kendley
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Happy Memorial Day:  Sometimes you can't repay people for an act of loyalty, sacrifice, or courage, but you can try -- sometimes life is in the effort...
Please give to The Paralyzed Veterans of America: VA Palo Alto Health Care System/ 3801 Miranda Avenue/ Palo Alto, California 94304/ 650-858-3936/ And: The Wounded Warrior Project: National Processing Center/ P.O. Box 75840/ Topeka, Kansas 66675/ 877-832-6997 Happy Earth Day:  Environmentalists are the ultimate pragmatists.
Happy Ramadan:  A Good Man and an Evil Man may look alike but they are not alike.
Happy Easter, April 4th, Sunday...  In 1947, Bedouin goat herders discovered the Dead Sea Squirrels providing proof of Isaiah's Biblical prophecies, and greater insight into the ancient Christian world.
a version of this cartoon appeared earlier in this website. updated info, sources: Wikipedia, whodiscoveredit.com... Happy Passover...  "In America we have something called a national pastime or baseball -- Yank baseball is a little like British cricket except we have flies instead of crickets. There's an irrefutable law in baseball, a universal law, and it goes a lot like this: “Reich one! Reich two! Reich three! Three Reich’s yer rout! No Fourth Reich, boys, not now, not friggin ever.” Happy St. Paddy's Day:  “There is good in the world, simple, uh, complex, dysfunctional. I'm related to outlaws that lived in America during the 1930s, they were horse thieves, uh, not screws -- er, ah, Garda -- or priests and nuns like my family in Ireland. I like to believe that if the O'Brien boys had come across a Klan lynchin they would have risked all, includin their lives to have stopped it: Good isn’t perfect… Slainte.”
To friends and family: “I'll drink to our coffins: may they be built from the wood of a hundred-year-old oak tree that I’ll plant tomorrow.” - author unknown Please give to St. Baldrick’s Foundation: 1333 South Mayflower Avenue, Suite 400/ Monrovia, California 91016/ 888-899-2253/ [email protected] March is Women's History Month.
Darlene McTavish jumped in a cab: her twenty-two-year-old Harley was in the shop, she’d dropped it on an icy corner a week earlier, fortunately she hadn’t been injured but the bike had been pounded. When the taxi glided to a stop in front of FitzGerald’s Grocery Emporium the cabbie said: "Six smackeroos." To Darlene's surprise the meter was double-jointed or two-faced showing separate prices for males and females. The fare for women was $6.00 and the ticket for guys, $4.62. Darlene grumbled: "What the? Where in the Constitution does it"-- “Ahem. Pardon me? That’s just the way it’s always been,” inscrutable with hoodie eyes, the cabbie explained briskly. “Ask anyone, missy." Missy? Darlene took a deep breath, a brilliant calming technique learned from her YWCA Lamaze lessons. Though mystified as to why it was cheaper for a man to ride in a cab than a woman Darlene still shelled out a fair tip: two bucks. Inside Fitzy’s it was the same thing, the same inflammatory mystery lurked behind every price tag: milk was $4.00 for women and $3.08 for men, coffee $7.00 for women and $5.39 for men, and then the kicker, the final flipping insult, Tampons were $5.00 for women and $3.85 for men! Tampons?! Ahhhhh -- Despite being outraged -- her little clamshell ears were fire-engine red (a real warning sign) -- Darlene gently -- breathing in and out, asked the mustachioed cashier with the pug-lumpy face, "What's going on? Y’know this is unfair -- un-American. It's flat out wrong." The cashier shrugged, and said with no small kindness, "Sorry, ma'm, but on the average women make seventy-seven cents for every buck a man makes in this country -- you do the math." -end- (posted earlier, and in the short story section: Darlene McTavish) Please give to the National Organization for Women -- NOW: 1100 H Street NW, Suite 300/ Washington DC 20005/ 202-628-8669  "You can't have a free society unless it is a just society; you can't have a just society unless you make it so, and it can't be so without inviolate human rights."
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