DeeFu Owned By Nidan's blog: "Things that inerrest me"

This woman should run for president Written by a housewife from New Jersey This is one ticked off lady. "Are we fighting a war on terror or aren't we? Was it or was it not started by Islamic people who brought it to our shores on September 11, 2001? Were people from all over the world, mostly Americans, not brutally murdered that day, in downtown Manhattan , across the Potomac from our nation's capitol and in a field in Pennsylvania? Did nearly three thousand men, women and children die a horrible, burning or crushing death that day, or didn't they? And I'm supposed to care that a copy of the Koran was "desecrated" when an overworked American soldier kicked it or got it wet?... Well, I don't. I don't care at all. I'll start caring when Osama bin Laden turns himself in and repents for incinerating all those innocent people on 9/11. I'll care about the Koran when the fanatics in the Middle East start caring about the Holy Bible, the mere possession of which is a crime in Saudi Arabia .. I'll care when these thugs tell the world they are sorry for hacking off Nick Berg's head while Berg screamed through his gurgling slashed throat. I'll care when the cowardly so-called "insurgents" in Iraq come out and fight like men instead of disrespecting their own religion by hiding in mosques. I'll care when the mindless zealots who blow themselves up in search of nirvana care about the innocent children within range of their suicide bombs. I'll care when the American media stops pretending that their First Amendment liberties are somehow derived from international law instead of the United States Constitution's Bill of Rights. In the meantime, when I hear a story about a brave marine roughing up an Iraqi terrorist to obtain information, know this: I don't care. When I see a fuzzy photo of a pile of naked Iraqi prisoners who have been humiliated in what amounts to a college-hazing incident, rest assured: I don't care. When I see a wounded terrorist get shot in the head when he is told not to move because he might be booby-trapped, you can take it to the bank: I don't care. When I hear that a prisoner, who was issued a Koran and a prayer mat, and fed "special" food that is paid for by my tax dollars, is complaining that his holy book is being "mishandled," you can absolutely believe in your heart of hearts: I don't care. And oh, by the way, I've noticed that sometimes it's spelled "Koran" and other times "Quran." Well, Jimmy Crack Corn and-you guessed it- I don't care !! If you agree with this viewpoint, pass this on to all your E-mail friends. Sooner or later, it'll get to the people responsible for this ridiculous behavior! If you don't agree, then by all means hit the delete button. Should you choose the latter, then please don't complain when more atrocities committed by radical Muslims happen here in our great Country! And may I add: "Some people spend an entire lifetime wondering if they made a difference in the world. But, the Marines don't have that problem." -- Ronald Reagan I have another quote that I would like to add AND.......I hope you forward all this. "If we ever forget that we're One Nation Under God, then we will be a nation gone under." Also by.. Ronald Reagan One last thought for the day: In case we find ourselves starting to believe all the Anti-American sentiment and negativity, we should remember England 's Prime Minister Tony Blair's words during a recent interview. When asked by one of his Parliament members why he believes so much in America, he said: "A simple way to take measure of a country is to look at how many want in... And how many want out." Only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you: 1. Jesus Christ 2. The American G. I. One died for your soul, the other for your freedom

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SIGNS OF OVARIAN CANCER (even in the absence of Ovaries) THIS IS A MUST READ TO THE END An Eye-Opener on Ovarian CancerI hope you all take the > time to read this and pass it on to all you can. > Send this to the women in your life that you care > about.Years ago, Gilda Radner died of ovarian > cancer. Her symptoms were inconclusive, and she was > treated for everything under the sun until it was > too late. This blood test finally identified her > illness but, alas, too late. She wrote a book to > heighten awareness. Gene Wilder is her > widower.KATHY'S STORY: this is the story of Kathy > WestAs all of you know, I have Primary Peritoneal > Cancer. This cancer has only recently been > identified as its OWN type of cancer, but it is > essentially Ovarian Cancer.Both types of cancer are > diagnosed in the same way, with the 'tumor marker' > CA-125 BLOOD TEST, and they are treated in the same > way - surgery to remove the primary tumor and then > chemotherapy with Taxol and Carboplatin.Having gone > through this ordeal, I want to save others from the > s! ame fate . That is why I am sending this message > to you and hope you will print it and give it or > send it via E-mail to everybody you know.One thing I > have learned is that each of us must take TOTAL > responsibility for our own health care. I thought I > had done that because I always had an annual > physical and PAP smear, did a monthly Self-Breast > Exam, went to the dentist at least twice a year, > etc. I even insisted on a sigmoidoscopy and a bone > density test last year. When I had a total > hysterectomy in 1993, I thought that I did not have > to worry about getting any of the female > reproductive organ cancers.LITTLE DID I KNOW. I > don't have ovaries (and they were HEALTHY when they > were removed), but I have what is essentially > ovarian cancer. Strange, isn't it?These are just > SOME of the things our Doctors never tell us: ONE > out of every 55 women will get OVARIAN or PRIMARY > PERITONEAL CANCER.The 'CLASSIC' symptoms are an > ABDOMEN that rather SUDDENLY ENLARGES and > CONSTIPATION and/or DIARRHEA.I had these classic > symptoms and went to the doctor. Because these > symptoms seemed to be 'abdominal', I went to a > gastroenterologist. He ran tests that were designed > to determine whether there was a bacteria infection; > these tests were negative, and I was diagnosed with > 'Irritable Bowel Syndrome'. I guess I would have > accepted this diagnosis had it not been for my > enlarged abdomen. I swear to you, it looked like I > was 4-5 months pregnant! I therefore insisted on > more testsThey took an X-ray of my abdomen; it was > negative. I was again assured that I had Irritable > Bowel Syndrome and was encouraged to go on my > scheduled month-long trip to Europe . I couldn't > wear any of my slacks or shorts because I couldn't > get them buttoned, and I KNEW something was > radically wrong. I INSISTED on more tests, and they > reluctantly scheduled me for a CT-Scan (just to shut > me up, I think). This is what I mean by 'taking > charge of our own health care.'The CT-Scan showed a > lot of fluid in my abdomen (NOT normal). Needless to > say, I had to cancel my trip and have FIVE POUNDS of > fluid drawn off at the hospital (not a pleasant > experience, I assure you), but NOTHING compared to > what was ahead of me.Tests revealed cancer cells in > the fluid. Finally, finally, finally, the doctor ran > a CA-125 blood test, and I was properly diagnosed.I > HAD THE CLASSIC SYMPTOMS FOR OVARIAN CANCER, AND YET > THIS SIMPLE CA-125 BLOOD TEST HAD NEVER BEEN RUN ON > ME, not as part of my annual physical exam and not > when I was symptomatic. This is an inexpensive and > simple blood test!PLEASE, PLEASE TELL ALL YOUR > FEMALE FRIENDS AND RELATIVES TO INSIST ON A CA-125 > BLOOD TEST EVERY YEAR AS PART OF THEIR ANNUAL > PHYSICAL EXAMS.Be forewarned that their doctors > might try to talk them out of it, saying, 'IT ISN'T > NECESSARY.' Believe me, had I known then what I know > now, we would have caught my cancer much earlier > (before it was a stage 3 cancer). Insist on the > CA-125 BLOOD TEST; DO NOT take 'NO' for an > answer!The normal range for a CA-125 BLOOD TEST is > between zero and 35. MINE WAS 754. (That's right, > 754!). If the number is slightly above 35, you can > have another done in three or six months and keep a > close eye on it, just as women do when they have > fibroid tumors or when men have a slightly elevated > PSA test (Prostatic Specific Antigens) that helps > diagnose prostate cancer.Having the CA-125 test done > annually can alert you early, and that's the goal in > diagnosing any type of cancer - catching it early.Do > you know 55 women? If so, at least one of them will > have this VERY AGGRESSIVE cancer. Please, go to your > doctor and insist on a CA-125 test and have one > EVERY YEAR for the rest of your life.And forward > this message to every woman you know, and tell all > of your female family members and friends. Though > the median age for this cancer is 56, ! (and, gu ess > what, I'm exactly 56), women as young as 22 have it. > Age is no factor.A NOTE FROM THE RN:Well, after > reading this, I made some calls. I found that the > CA-125 test is an ovarian screening test equivalent > to a man's PSA test prostate screen (which my > husband's doctor automatically gives him in his > physical each year and insurance pays for it). I > called the general practitioner's office about > having the test done. The nurse had never heard of > it. She told me that she doubted that insurance > would pay for it. So I called Prudential Insurance > Co, and got the same response. Never heard of it - > it won't be covered.I explained that it was the same > as the PSA test they had paid for my husband for > years. After conferring with whomever they confer > with, she told me that the CA-125 would be > covered.It is $75 in a GP's office and $125 at the > GYN's. This is a screening test that should be > required just like a PAP smear (a PAP smear cannot > detect problems with your ovaries). And you must > insist that your insurance company pay for it.Gene > Wilder and Pierce Brosnan (his wife had it,too) are > lobbying for women's health issues, saying that this > test should be required in our physicals, just like > the PAP and the mammogram. PLEASE TAKE A MOMENT TO > SEND THIS OUT TO ALL THOSE YOU CAN. BE IT MALE OR > FEMALE, IT SHOULD NOT MATTER, AS THEY CAN FORWARD IT > ALSO TO THOSE LOVED ONES THEY KNOW.IF YOU HAVE A > PROBLEM WITH FORWARDING SOMETHING AS IMPORTANT AS > THIS, HERE'S A LITTLE HINT THAT MAY ASSIST YOU WITH > YOUR DECISION ~ JUST PRETEND THAT THIS IS A JOKE, > WHICH IT CERTAINLY IS NOT, AND SEND IT OUT TO ALL > THE FOLKS YOU WOULD IF IT WAS. THANKS.

SUN IN AQUARIUS You are a humanitarian and an individualist. Your methodology in life tends to be unconventional and detached but you have good organizing skills. You know how to integrate several points of view and perspectives. You are a good coordinator, able to handle people and complex scheduling tasks. You have an overview, an intellectual synthesis of circumstances which doesn't lose track of priorities and first principles. You seek the truth in any situation, but it sometimes eludes you; the truth is often found in more emotional channels than the ones on which you automatically focus. If your life is to have depth, You will need to develop both your practical skills an well as your emotional skills. MERCURY IN CAPRICORN Your mind is practical, clear and literal. You see the world pretty much as it actually is. You are naturally resourceful because you are conservative as to what you feel is possible in any circumstance. You have a sense of diplomacy and impeccable timing in your conversation and communication. This is not out of courtesy so much as out of your perception of how things are. You make changes along well thought out and accepted lines. You see the correct time and then jump at the right moment. Your life improves when you cultivate optimism and a deeper ability to adapt to change

a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"> DID YOU KNOW? As you walk up the steps to the building, which houses the U. S Supreme Court, you can see near the top of the building a row of the world's law givers, and each one is facing one in the middle who is facing forward with a full frontal view .. it is Moses and he is holding the Ten Commandments! DID YOU KNOW? As you enter the Supreme Court courtroom, the two huge oak doors have the Ten Commandments engraved on each lower portion of each door. DID YOU KNOW? As you sit inside the courtroom, you can see the wall, right above where the Supreme Court judges sit, a display of the Ten Commandments! DID YOU KNOW? There are Bible verses etched in stone all over the Federal Buildings and Monuments in Washington , D.C. DID YOU KNOW? James Madison, the fourth president, known as "The Father of Our Constitution" made the following statement: "We have staked the whole of all our political institutions upon the capacity of mankind for self-government, upon the capacity of each and all of us to govern ourselves, to control ourselves, to sustain ourselves according to the Ten Commandments of God." DID YOU KNOW? Patrick Henry, that patriot and Founding Father of our country said: "It cannot be emphasized too strongly or too often that this great nation was founded not by religionists but by Christians, not on religions but on the Gospel of Jesus Christ". DID YOU KNOW? Every session of Congress begins with a prayer by a paid preacher, whose salary has been paid by the taxpayer since 1777. DID YOU KNOW? Fifty-two of the 55 founders of the Constitution were members of the established orthodox churches in the colonies. DID YOU KNOW? Thomas Jefferson worried that the Courts would overstep their authority and instead of interpreting the law would begin making law an oligarchy . (the rule of few over many) DID YOU KNOW? Chamber , US House of Representatives The very first Supreme Court Justice, John Jay, said: "Americans should select and prefer Christians as their rulers." How, then, have we gotten to the point that everything we have done for 220 years in this country is now suddenly wrong and unconstitutional? Lets put it around the world and let the world see and remember what this great country was built on. I was asked to send this on if I agreed or delete if I didn't. Now it is your turn... It is said that 86% of Americans believe in God. Therefore, it is very hard to understand why there is such a mess about having the Ten Commandments on display or "In God We Trust" on our money and having God in the Pledge of Allegiance. Why don't we just tell the other 14% to Sit Down and SHUT UP!!! If you agree, pass this on

Sent to me by a friend... One detail that is never mentioned is that in D.C. there can never be a building of greater height than the Washington Monument With all the uproar about removing the ten commandments, etc, this is worth a moment or two of your time. I was not aware of this amazing historical information. On the aluminum cap, atop the Washington Monument in Washington , D.C. , are displayed two words: Laus Deo. No one can see these words. In fact, most visitors to the monument are totally unaware they are even there and for that matter, probably couldn't care less. Once you know Laus Deo's history, you will want to share this with everyone you know. These words have been there for many years; they are 555 feet, 5.125 inches high, perched atop the monument, facing skyward to the Father of our nation, overlooking the 69 square miles which comprise the District of Columbia , capital of the United States of America Laus Deo! Two seemingly insignificant, unnoticed words. Out of sight and, one might think, out of mind, but very meaningfully placed at the highest point over what is the most powerful city in the most successful nation in the world. So, what do those two words, in Latin, composed of just four syllables and only seven letters, possibly mean? Very simply, they say "Praise be to God!" Though construction of this giant obelisk began in 1848, when James Polk was President of the United States , it was not until 1888 that the monument was inaugurated and opened to the public. It took twenty-five years to finally cap the memorial with a tribute to the Father of our nation, Laus Deo. "Praise be to God!" From atop this magnificent granite and marble structure, visitors may take in the beautiful panoramic view of the city with its division into four major segments. From that vantage point, one can also easily see the original plan of the designer, Pierre Charles l'Enfant ..a perfect cross imposed upon the landscape, with the White House to the north. The Jefferson Memorial is to the south, the Capitol to the east and the Lincoln Memorial to the west. A cross you ask? Why a cross? What about separation of church and state? Yes, a cross; separation of church and state was not, is not, in the Constitution. So, read on. How interesting and, no doubt, intended to carry a profound meaning for those who bother to notice. Praise be to God! Within the monument itself are 898 steps and 50 landings. As one climbs the steps and pauses at the landings the memorial stones share a message On the 12th Landing is a prayer offered by the City of Baltimore ; on the 20th is a memorial presented by some Chinese Christians; on the 24th a presentation made by Sunday School children from New York and Philadelphia quoting Proverbs 10:7, Luke 18:16 and Proverbs 22:6. Praise be to God! When the cornerstone of the Washington Monument was laid on July 4th, 1848, deposited within it were many items including the Holy Bible presented by the Bible Society. Praise be to God! Such was the discipline, the moral direction, and the spiritual mood given by the founder and first President of our unique democracy "One Nation, Under God." I am awed by Washington 's prayer for America Have you ever read it? Well, now is your unique opportunity, so read on! "Almighty God; We make our earnest prayer that Thou wilt keep the United States in Thy holy protection; that Thou wilt incline the hearts of the citizens to cultivate a spirit of subordination and obedience to government; and entertain a brotherly affection and love for one another and for their fellow citizens of the United States at large. And finally that Thou wilt most graciously be pleased to dispose us all to do justice, to love mercy, and to demean ourselves with that charity, humility, and pacific temper of mind which were the characteristics of the Divine Author of our blessed religion, and without a humble imitation of whose example in these things we can never hope to be a happy nation. Grant our supplication, we beseech Thee, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen." Laus Deo! When one stops to observe the inscriptions found in public places all over our nation's capitol, he or she will easily find the signature of God, as it is unmistakably inscribed everywhere you look. You may forget the width and height of "Laus Deo", its location, or the architects but no one who reads this will be able to forget its meaning, or these words: "Unless the Lord builds the house its builders labor in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchmen stand guard in vain." (Psalm 127: 1) It is hoped you will send this to every child you know; to every sister, brother, father, mother or friend They will not find offense, because you have given them a lesson in history that they probably never learned in school. With that, be not ashamed, or afraid, but have pity on those who will never see this because someone failed to send it on.

Do you realize this? I wish you could comprehend a wife's horror at 6 in the morning as I check her husband of 40 years for a pulse and found none. I start CPR anyway hoping to bring him back, knowing intuitively it is too late. But wanting his wife and family to know everything possible was done to try and save his life. I wish you knew the unique smell of burning insulation, the taste of soot-filled mucus, the feeling of intense heat through your turnout gear, the sound of flames crackling, the eeriness of b eing able to see absolutely nothing in dense smoke-sensations that I've become too familiar with. I wish you could read my mind as I respond to a call, Is this a false alarm or a working fire? How is the building constructed? What Hazards await me? Is anyone trapped?" Or to call and ask what is wrong with the patient? Is it minor or life threatening? Is the caller really in distress or is he waiting for us with a 2x4 or a gun? I wish you could be in the emergency room, as a doctor pronounces dead, the beautiful five-year old girl that I have been trying to save during the past 25 minutes, knowing she will never go on her first date or say the words, "I love you Mommy", ever again. I wish you could know the frustration I feel in the cab of the ambulance or engine or cruiser, the driver with his foot pressing down hard on the pedal, my arm tugging again and again at the air horn chain, as you fail to yield the right-of-way at an intersection or in traffic. When you need us however, your first comment upon our arrival will be, "It took you forever to get here!" I wish you could know my thoughts as I help extricate a girl of teenage years from the remains of her automobile. What if this was my daughter, sister, my girlfriend or a friend? What were her parent's reaction going to be when they opened the door to find a police officer with hat in hand? I wish you could know how it feels to walk in the back door and greet my parents and family, not having the heart to tell them that I nearly did not come back from the last call. I wish you could know how it feels dispatching officers, firefighters and Paramedics out and when we call for them and our heart drops because no one answers back or to hear a bone chilling 911 call of a child or wife needing assistance. I wish you could feel the hurt as people verbally and sometimes physically abuse us or belittle what we do, or as they express their attitudes of "It will never happen to me". I wish you could realize the physical, emotional and mental drain of missed meals, lost sleep and forgone social activities, in addition to all the tragedy my eyes have seen. I wish you could know the brotherhood and self-satisfaction of helping save a life or preserving someone's property, or being able to be there in time of crisis, or creating order from total chaos. I wish you could understand what it feels like to have a little boy tugging at your arm and asking, "Is my Mommy okay?", not being able to look in his eyes without tears from your own and not knowing what to say. Or to have to hold back a long time friend who watches his buddy having CPR done on him as they take him away in the Medic Unit. You know all along he did not have his seat belt on. A sensation that I have become too familiar with. Unless you have lived with this kind of life, you will never truly understand or appreciate who I am, we are, or what our job really means to us...I wish you could though. KEEP SENDING THIS ON. APPRECIATE AND SUPPORT THE LOCAL FIREFIGHTERS, EMS PARAMEDICS, 911 DISPATCHERS, and LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICERS IN YOUR AREA. ONE DAY THEY'LL PROBABLY BE SAVING YOUR LIFE WHEN YOU SEE THEM COMING WITH LIGHTS FLASHING, MOVE OUT OF THE WAY QUICKLY, AND THEN PRAY FOR THEM !!!

What Made Me Me Long ago and far away, In a land that time forgot, Before the days of Dylan, Or the dawn of Camelot. There lived a race of innocents, And they were you and me, Long ago and far away In the Land That Made Me Me. Oh, there was truth and goodness In that land where we were born, Where navels were for oranges, And Peyton Place was porn. For Ike was in the White House, And Hoss was on TV, And the sky was as blue as heaven In the Land That Made Me Me. We learned to gut a muffler, We washed our hair at dawn, We spread our crinolines to dry In circles on the lawn. And they could hear us coming All the way to Tennessee, All starched and sprayed and rumbling in the Land That Made Me Me. We longed for love and romance, And waited for the prince, And Eddie Fisher married Liz, And no one's seen him since. We danced to "Little Darlin'", And Sang to "Stagger Lee" And cried for Buddy Holly In the Land That Made Me Me. Only girls wore earrings then, And three was one too many, And only boys wore flat-top cuts, Except for Jean McKinney. And only in our wildest dreams Did we expect to see A boy named George, with Lipstick In the Land That Made Me Me. We fell for Frankie Avalon, Annette was oh, so nice, And when they made a movie, They never made it twice. We didn't have a Star Trek Five, Or Psycho Two and Three, Or Rockey-Rambo Twenty In the Land That Made Me Me. Miss Kitty had a heart of gold, And Chester had a limp, And Reagan was a Democrat Whose co-star was a chimp. We had a Mr Wizard, But not a Mr T, And Oprah couldn't talk, yet In the Land That Made Me Me. We had our share of heroes, We never thought they'd go, At least not Bobby Darin, Or Marilyn Monroe. For youth was still eternal, And life was yet to be, And Elvis was forever, In the Land That Made Me Me. We'd never seen the rock band That was Grateful to be Dead, And Airplanes weren't named Jefferson, And Zeppelins weren't Led. And Beatles lived in gardens then, And Monkees in a tree, Madonna was a virgin In the Land That Made Me Me. We'd never heard of Microwaves, Or telephones in cars, And babies might be bottle-fed, But they weren't grown in jars. And pumping iron got wrinkles out, And "gay" meant fancy-free, And dorms were never coed In the Land That Made Me Me. We hadn't seen enough of jets To talk about the lag, And microchips were what was left at The bottom of the bag. And Hardware was a box of nails, And bytes came from a flea, And rocket ships were fiction In the Land That Made Me Me. Buicks came with portholes, And side show came with freaks, And bathing suits came big enough To cover both your cheeks. And Coke came just in bottles, And skirts came to the knee, And Castro came to power In the Land That Made Me Me. We had no Crest with Fluoride, We had no Hill Street Blues, We all wore superstructure bras Designed by Howard Hughes. We had no patterned pantyhose Or Lipton herbal tea Or prime-time ads for condoms In the Land That Made Me Me. There were no golden arches, No Perriers to chill, And fish were not called Wanda, And cats were not called Bill. And middle-aged was thirty-five And old was forty-three, And ancient was our parents In the Land That Made Me Me. But all things have a season, Or so we've heard them say, And now instead of Maybelline We swear by Retin-A. And they send us invitations To join AARP, We've come a long way, baby, From the Land That Made Me Me. So now we face a brave new world In slightly larger jeans, And wonder why they're using Smaller print in magazines. And we tell our children's children of the way it used to be, Long ago, and far away In the Land That Made Me Me. -- Author Unknown

What Made Me Me Long ago and far away, In a land that time forgot, Before the days of Dylan, Or the dawn of Camelot. There lived a race of innocents, And they were you and me, Long ago and far away In the Land That Made Me Me. Oh, there was truth and goodness In that land where we were born, Where navels were for oranges, And Peyton Place was porn. For Ike was in the White House, And Hoss was on TV, And the sky was as blue as heaven In the Land That Made Me Me. We learned to gut a muffler, We washed our hair at dawn, We spread our crinolines to dry In circles on the lawn. And they could hear us coming All the way to Tennessee, All starched and sprayed and rumbling in the Land That Made Me Me. We longed for love and romance, And waited for the prince, And Eddie Fisher married Liz, And no one's seen him since. We danced to "Little Darlin'", And Sang to "Stagger Lee" And cried for Buddy Holly In the Land That Made Me Me. Only girls wore earrings then, And three was one too many, And only boys wore flat-top cuts, Except for Jean McKinney. And only in our wildest dreams Did we expect to see A boy named George, with Lipstick In the Land That Made Me Me. We fell for Frankie Avalon, Annette was oh, so nice, And when they made a movie, They never made it twice. We didn't have a Star Trek Five, Or Psycho Two and Three, Or Rockey-Rambo Twenty In the Land That Made Me Me. Miss Kitty had a heart of gold, And Chester had a limp, And Reagan was a Democrat Whose co-star was a chimp. We had a Mr Wizard, But not a Mr T, And Oprah couldn't talk, yet In the Land That Made Me Me. We had our share of heroes, We never thought they'd go, At least not Bobby Darin, Or Marilyn Monroe. For youth was still eternal, And life was yet to be, And Elvis was forever, In the Land That Made Me Me. We'd never seen the rock band That was Grateful to be Dead, And Airplanes weren't named Jefferson, And Zeppelins weren't Led. And Beatles lived in gardens then, And Monkees in a tree, Madonna was a virgin In the Land That Made Me Me. We'd never heard of Microwaves, Or telephones in cars, And babies might be bottle-fed, But they weren't grown in jars. And pumping iron got wrinkles out, And "gay" meant fancy-free, And dorms were never coed In the Land That Made Me Me. We hadn't seen enough of jets To talk about the lag, And microchips were what was left at The bottom of the bag. And Hardware was a box of nails, And bytes came from a flea, And rocket ships were fiction In the Land That Made Me Me. Buicks came with portholes, And side show came with freaks, And bathing suits came big enough To cover both your cheeks. And Coke came just in bottles, And skirts came to the knee, And Castro came to power In the Land That Made Me Me. We had no Crest with Fluoride, We had no Hill Street Blues, We all wore superstructure bras Designed by Howard Hughes. We had no patterned pantyhose Or Lipton herbal tea Or prime-time ads for condoms In the Land That Made Me Me. There were no golden arches, No Perriers to chill, And fish were not called Wanda, And cats were not called Bill. And middle-aged was thirty-five And old was forty-three, And ancient was our parents In the Land That Made Me Me. But all things have a season, Or so we've heard them say, And now instead of Maybelline We swear by Retin-A. And they send us invitations To join AARP, We've come a long way, baby, From the Land That Made Me Me. So now we face a brave new world In slightly larger jeans, And wonder why they're using Smaller print in magazines. And we tell our children's children of the way it used to be, Long ago, and far away In the Land That Made Me Me. -- Author Unknown

Here are 7 pictures of (European) semi-trucks whose trailers are decorated to look like the sides are missing. The products they are hauling are painted on the sides and back. The first one is of a bottle of beer which looks so real, like it's coming out the side of the trailer. .... a canvas tote bag. .... Pepsi cases stacked on the ceiling, and it looks like the bottom of the trailer is empty. ....the windshield facing the back and a driver has been painted in the driver's seat looking over his shoulder to appear like he's driving backwards. .... an aquarium with fish swimming in it ....a bookshelf with books lined up and a post-it-note with an advertisement, probably for the company that sells the books. (Again, in a foreign language) ..... the last one is for Pringles-Hot & Spicy. The "inside" of the trailer appears as though it has been through a fire. REMEMBER.. THESE ARE ALL PAINTED ON THE OUTSIDES OF THE TRUCKS!