The Irish

An Irishman walks into a bar in Dublin, orders three pints of Guinness, and sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each in turn. When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more.

The bartender approaches and tells him, “You know, a pint goes flat soon after I draw it, so it would taste better if you bought one at a time.”

The Irishman replies, “Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in America, the other in Australia, and I’m in Dublin. When we all left home, we promised that we’d drink this way to remember the days we drank together. So I drink one for each o’ me brothers and one for meself.”

The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it at that. The Irishman becomes a regular in the bar and always drinks the same way. He orders three pints and drinks them in turn. One day, he comes in and orders only two pints. All of the other regulars notice and fall silent.

When he comes back to the bar for a second round, the bartender says, “I don’t want to intrude on your grief, but I want to offer my condolences on your loss.”

The Irishman looks quite puzzled for a moment. Then a light dawns in his eye and he laughs. “Oh, no, everybody’s just fine,” he explains. “It’s just that me wife had us join that Mormon Church, and they don’t allow drinking, so I had to quit.” “Hasn’t affected me brothers though.”
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Author: harold

Hommandsville 1949

Imagine this scene: It is mid-spring 1949, in Hammondville, Kentucky. The odor of spring in Kentucky filled the air. I am sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner (lunch main meal of the day). Those with me are my mother, father, two older sisters and my Grandfather’s brother who was epileptic. The meal was, from the beginning, interrupted by my puppy/dog, about nine months old, yelping and barking chasing chickens, pigs, cattle, mules or anything this rabid dog could do to relieved her pain. I remember that part of the menu was fried chicken. Sometime after the meal began my father said he had had enough, he was taking the dog down to the stripping room, hold her there and see how her condition played out. He came back to the house later and that is all that I remember.

My memory gets fuzzy at this point but I know from other events that my sisters got mumps, then 24 to 36 hours later I got them too. On a Monday when I was very sick with the mumps my mother and father went to the Dr. in Munfordville (county seat of Hart County). They came back and stated the Dr. had advised them to take rabies shots and they had taken the first of 14 shoots. The next day all five of us went to take the shots. I still had a fever from the mumps, so I waited until Wednesday to take my first shot. All I can remember about this activity is they were very painful and we took them in our stomachs.

The next event I cannot put in any form of chronological order, but sometime during, before or after the above mentioned event, my sisters and I were engaged in some form of playful activity in the same kitchen stated before. I stated very pointedly,” I wonder how my dog is doing”, My sister replied, “Oh, Daddy had to kill your dog”. This information had an effect upon me that is just as hard to explain today as it was then. I do remember that 4 people had kept information from me that I considered very important. Was I too young to consider this information? Was my father ashamed of what he did and afraid I would not forgive? These question have never been resolved in my diseased brain. Of course it is easy to forgive those you love.

This episode created a climate of anger, fear, extreme pain and later resentment that was fanned by my mother’s verbally expressed concern. This was buried in my subconsciousness and was a breeding ground for symptoms of alcoholism and bipolar affective disorder. My first memory of this being a problem was my first visit to the happy house. They served fried chicken in the cafeteria. Although not the same time of the year, the sun was bright as the day described above. While I was eating, my subconscious mind was simulated and a panic attack struck me. I had to leave the cafeteria and go back to the ward and take some heavy sedatives. This was the first time I have memory of bringing this to my consciousness involuntarily, but not the last. I will say that I was in the program for 10 years still working on my 4th step when I found some resolution to this dilemma. Today when faced with anger out of character I can go to a quiet place and deal with this with prayer and meditation, I am aware that some of the anger is brought forth from my subconsciousness still hanging onto that scene described above. I readily admit that I have a spiritual disease. Mark Ch. 9 Vs 29 And he said unto them, This kind can come forth by nothing, but by prayer and fasting.Repost Some have read
Author: harold

Diebold voting machines and Swarthmore hypocrisy.

Have you heard of Diebold? If not, you might want to check out this story. This is just part of a much larger story, but here is the basic background. Diebold makes “black box” voting machines that have been used by our government. Now, if you don’t know what I mean by black box, well, I don’t have enough time to explain here, but basically it means that the way the machines tally votes is not done in an open manner, meaning there is no audit trail, no information to make sure the machine is counting votes correctly. Most would argue that this is a requirement for a democracy. More below…….Regardless. Some time ago, some internal Diebold memos were leaked that indicate there are a lot of problems with the Diebold voting machines that the company is trying to cover up. A bunch of people start putting these memos on the internet so that the issue will get more press. Diebold gets mad and uses the DCMA (a horrible piece of legislation) to force these websites to remove these incriminating memos. Unfortunately for Diebold, two more sites pop up with the memos for every one that they cease-and-desist.
Recently, some students from Swarthmore decided that they were going to practice some “Electronic Civil Disobedience” by continuing to post these memos depite the cease-and-desists they were sent. But it looks like Swarthmore itself doesn’t approve of such actions, and the school is taking some very draconian measures to stop this behavior. Apparently, students can’t even link to the protest page that details much of the Diebold scandal.
What is highly ironic is Swarthmore’s own mission statement, which says:

” Foremost among these principles is the individual’s responsibility for seeking and applying truth and for testing whatever truth one believes one has found.

A college draws strength from tradition and energy from the necessity of change. Its purposes and policies must respond to new conditions and new demands. By being open to change, Swarthmore tries to provide for its students, by means appropriate to the times, the standard of excellence it has sought to maintain from its founding.

The purpose of Swarthmore College is to make its students more valuable human beings and more useful members of society.”

But don’t take my word on all of this. Check out
and see all of the information and links that they have up on this issue.
Author: jonathan

Plantersville officer arrested on drug charges

10/23/2003 11:05:10 PM
Daily Journal

By Jennifer Farish
Daily Journal

Weirdharold says:
Read the article then my comment. Nobody ever agrees with me on this subjectPLANTERSVILLE – A police officer who works as a school resource officer was being held Thursday on $1 million bond after his arrest on drug charges.
Billy R. Hanna, 34, of 2101 W. Jackson St. in Tupelo, was arrested Wednesday after a nearly monthlong investigation by the Tupelo Police Department and the Mississippi Bureau of Narcotics, said Lt. Chuck Bunn.
Hanna was arrested at his residence without incident, and Justice Court Judge John Hoyt Sheffield set his bond.
Bunn said that during the past month suspicions were raised about the officer relating to the illegal sale of drugs.
Hanna is charged with possession of crystal methamphetamine with intent to sell and sale of testosterone, a Schedule III controlled substance that is used as a steroid, Bunn said.
Plantersville Police Chief Bill Roberts said Hanna’s primary duty was working as a school resource officer at Plantersville Elementary School, but he did work part-time as a patrol officer.
Thursday afternoon, no decision had been made on Hanna’s status at the police department, but Roberts said he expected action to be taken during a city executive session Thursday night.
All items seized during the investigation will be held by the narcotics unit until they are returned to the city of Plantersville, Bunn said.
Police reported seizing about four grams of crystal methamphetamine, about 20 ounces of testosterone, assorted paraphernalia and a Winchester 300 magnum model 70 gun.
If convicted, Hanna could face up to 20 years in prison and $1,000-$250,000 fine for the sale of testosterone and up to 30 years in prison and a $5,000-$1 million fine for the sale of crystal methamphetamine.
Appeared originally in the Northeast Mississippi Daily Journal, 10/24/2003 8:00:00 AM, section A , page 1
Author: harold

Just Another Hammodsville Story

Summertime 1948 my brother-in-law, Ralph Chelf, took his two sons, my three sisters and me to Hodgenville to the movies. At the same time Edward, Junior and Herbert Roten (brothers), James Ard and Zane Tarter all teenagers were out and about in Hammondville. Most of the night there were around or near the store of Grover Cruse. Grover had some teenagers and they were all playing in that area. Grover’s teenagers went to the house and the other five headed home playfully. Zane and James had a bicycle. they walked/and rode on the road that goes from Jonesville to the Church at the juction of that road and the Munfordville road about 100 yard from the creek where it was forded by all vichles. At the intersection of this road there is a house that was built in 1946 and living there was young WW II veteran . When the five arrive at this intersection Zane and Edward (on James’s bicycle) decided they would race to the creek. Junior, Herbert, and James stood in front of an embankment south southeast of the house, The three were cheering the racers. About the time the two bicycles racers got to waters edge a shotgun blast went off from behind the three cheerleaders. Instantly from the voice of Zane came the words in a loud voice, “Goddddddddd Damn”. The five gathered together to access their situation. James got his bicycle from Edward and went home without telling anyone what happened. The other four went to Zane’s father, Floyd, in Hammondville. Floyd had no transportation so he told the teenagers go out and flag someone down. He thought someone might come by to take Zane and Edward to the doctor. The four went to the front of Willie Benningfield store in the road and waited. You guessed it. The first car coming by was Ralph Chelf with five children and his wife. They told Ralph what happened and asked if he would consider taking them to doctor. Zane went in front of the car to show the buckshot in his back. This is one part of this incident I remember. Zane’s had blood spots on every inch of his back. Ralph agree to take them to Canmer to Dr. York after he took us to our respective homes. Zane required some medical attention and Edward required minimum amount. The perpetrator was charged and was fined heavily. I have had discussion about this scene with many of people in Hammondville and have mixed feeling and the charges and the punishment. Today I consider assault with a deadly weapon to be a very serious. I can assure you that if any one of the five had been struck like Zane the young WW 11 veteran would have pulled a nickel at Eddiville. So much for Justice in Hammondville.
Author: harold

When I Was Your Age ..

The minister was passing a group of young teens sitting on the church lawn and stopped to ask what they were doing. “Nothing much, Pastor,” replied one boy. “We were just seeing who can tell the biggest lie about their sex life.” “Boys, boys, boys!” he scolded. “I’m shocked. When I was your age, I never even thought about sex. In unison they all replied, “You win!”copied from
Author: harold

ACLU Religion And The Law

Names (Same Person)

I get at least one dozens e-mails each week damning the ACLU for putting forth charges in court to keep our religious tenants out of our government. I applaud these attempts, also I think all others that respect and honor other peoples’ religions will come to the same conclusion. When you watch closely the way politicians manipulate people with religion the more they will see why we should have a secular government and let each choose his own religion.

Moslems will never believe:

Jesus walked on water

Mary was a virgin

Jesus died on the cross.

Christians will never believe

God told Abraham to sacrifice Ishmel. Christians say it was Issac (Moslems Highest Holiday)

Mohammed was the last and true prophet

All wealth belongs to God

How can we have a goverment that has to sort that out. and why can’t we have friends and neighbors that have different views that ours.I listed these names so we can fight about that too.

If you are not insulted when you read this hang around for awhile and I will keep trying
Author: harold