Gerard LeBlond Letter Dash

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2005-07-26T13:26:00.000-07:00

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I think it was a commercial for insurance. But what if something like that actually existed?

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If it *IS* possible?

You'd probably want to see it for yourself, wouldn't you?

You might even be curious enough to try it and see if it works. Well, what if you didn't even have to pay for it?

What if it was a gift?

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Put your plastic away, because you won't need it. This is a gift from me to you, and I sincerely hope you enjoy it and use it to get everything you want.

Enjoy the gift!

Gerard LeBlond

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Hoping you enjoy & Best of Success! :-)

Gerard LeBlond

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How To Finish That Book Of Yours

2005-06-28T06:57:00.000-07:00

Have you ever wanted to write a book, fiction or non-fiction, but...

One thing or other prevented you from creating your book! Yeeeeicks...

I know the feeling, and believe me, you are not alone.

Maybe, you just couldn’t get it started, or

Didn’t have the time, or

Couldn’t think of a plot or

Had writer’s block, or

Didn’t think you had anything important to say, or

Didn’t think you had the writing talent, or

Had something else that was stopping you?

I Have Good News For You

I’ve just discovered a web site that is specially designed to help you write your book faster than you ever thought possible. In fact...

There’s information here that will lead you to write your book in 14 days!!

Now, I know that seems hard to believe, but when Mark Victor Hansen (co-author of Chicken Soup for the Soul and dozens of other books) saw the information, he not only said it was some of the best stuff he’d ever used, he even asked the owner of the website to speak at his next seminar! And

Mark is using this information to crank out still more books! This stuff is so powerful that folks all around the world, even absolute novices, are using these techniques to write books faster than they ever thought possible. There’s even a free email course that gets you started FAST!

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From Sell Info Products Online dot com (www.sellinfoproductsonline.com) this is LeBlond, Gerard LeBlond, and I'll see you there!

Statin Drugs and an unintended side effect

2005-04-12T06:14:00.000-07:00

Here's a letter that I sent to my Dad on 12 April 2005 you might find it interesting if you are (or someone you know is) taking statin drugs to lower cholesterol levels.

Hello Dad;

I heard from ~~Theresa~~, following her telephone conversation with Mom, that you and your doctor have agreed to a daily dosage of a "cholesterol lowering" medication that seems to be doing the trick.

Thats good.

Now, I came across the following information and...

You might want to share it with Mom and with your doctor because it may or may not apply to the particular medication (whose name, function, purpose or mode of again I do not know) that you are using... but,

Assuming You Are Using a Statin Drug Consider This:

"Statin Drugs not only block your body's production of cholesterol (their primary intended action), but by their very nature these drugs lower enzyme function (secondary unintended effect).

"It's by the same action that a statin drug will inhibit your body's production of excess cholesterol that it also inhibits the production of the vital enzyme CoQ10. And this will almost certainly lead to the depletion of CoQ10 in your body.

"If you're taking statin drugs, it is important to supplement your diet with CoQ10. One physician (and I don't know if these numbers are right for you) recommends 200 mg (milligrams) of CoQ10 per day for those on cholesterol-lowering medications. He also suggests that people supplementing their diets with CoQ10 avoid the powdered forms, since they aren't as well absorbed as oil-based gel caps."

So, the take home message:

Ask the physician who prescribed your cholesterol lowering medication what effects the drug is having on your body's vital enzyme production and if an enzyme like CoQ10 has its production lowered or eliminated by the Cholesterol-lowering-drug what does he recommend for supplementation? And if so,
Does he recommend the powdered form or oil-based gel caps containing CoQ10 and/or
Does he recommend supplements containing a cocktail of other important enzymes (ones that are depleted by the cholesterol-lowering-drug).

To your continued good health and vitality...

nominus vos biscum espiritu tutu oooh. Amen

Respectfully and lovingly,

Gerry

(My new motto: lauda mater et pater tuos [praise your mom and dad])

P.S. The pronounciation of "CoQ10" is: Co (as in co-pilot; it stands for and is the abbreviation for the word "co-enzyme") Q (as in the letter that follows P in our alphabet) Ten (as in the number before eleven)... "Co-Q-Ten".

So, please be aware that CoQ10 is not pronounced See-Oooh-Q-One-Zero or Co-Q-One-Zero or Coq-ten, or Cock-ten, or Cock-One-Zero, or Coq-one-oh... But "Co-Q-Ten!"

P.P.S. From sell info products online dot com (www.sellinfoproductsonline.com) and Basic Drum Beats dot com (www.BasicDrumBeats.com) this is LeBlond Gerard LeBlond wishing you the best of fortunes, health, wealth and happiness.

P.P.P.S. It's alarming but true... people do judge you by the words you use so never say Cock-Ten when you mean to say Co-Q-Ten...

Your vocabulary and language skills tell everyone about your background, your education even your intelligence...

That's why you need to know how to properly pronounce the enzyme, commonly known as CoQ10...

If you carefully study the first post-script in this missive you will develop the confidence that comes with a strong command of the English Language...

No more fumbling for the right pronounciations...

No more embarassment at how to express yourself...

No more fear of mispronouncing CoQ10 as Cock-Ten

And...

It's Soooooooo Easy!

To Learn...

You simply reread the first "p.s." in this missive.

When you want,

Where you want...

No Intelligent Life Found At SETI Institute

2004-10-28T13:11:00.000-07:00

---Begin the exercise here---

"Hellooooooo out there..."

"Can anybody hear meeeeeeeee?"

"Yoooohooooooo, is anyone there?"

[Pause]

Go Back To Beginning Of Exercise And Repeat 10X

[Pause]

Go Back, once again, To The Beginning Of The Exercise And Repeat 10X

Now, repeat everything that's above ten more times including the "Repeat 10X" steps.

---End the exercise here---

Are you getting bored yet?

Guess what?

There are real people "out there" that are actually getting paid to essentially do the same kind of pointless exercise that you just suffered through.

The only difference between you and them is that...

You did it 'for free'.

How do you feel now?

You'ld probably like to know how to get one of those jobs, wouldn't you?

I have good news and bad news for you.

The good news is that I know the name of the place and the bad news...

Is that you'ld have to work for the government or a non-profit organization in order to take the job. Still interested?

The Place: The S.E.T.I. Institute

The Government Sponsors: U.S. Federal Government and assorted governmental agencies.

The acronym S.E.T.I. stands for Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence.

The Institute's mission statement is short and sweet. Take a look:

"The mission of the SETI Institute is to explore, understand and explain the origin, nature and prevalence of life in the universe."

The 'key word' in that mission statement is "LIFE".

Take that 'key word' out of the statement and their mission is...

Undefined

Leave the word in and their mission is...

Still undefined!

Why? Because as far as I know no one has publicly stated a scientifically valid definition for life.

Recently I conducted a test.

The test was to see if anyone in the SETI Institute could give me a clear, scientifically valid, definition of life.

To be fair, open, balanced and truthful I have to tell you that I did not get input from 100% of the people who work at the SETI Institute.

First of all, there are a variety of positions that only provide support service and are not specifically charged with furthering, promoting and advancing the organization's mission.

Such support functions would include: Housekeeping, Plumbing, Carpentry, Electrical, Painting, Personnel, Accounting, Administration, Landscaping, Security, Catering, Parking and Tour Guiding.

I didn't contact any of the folks who work in those areas though, on second thought, I think my results...

Would not have changed if I had.

So who did I contact?

I reached out, via email, to people who are the so-called "Principal Investigators" or members of the Institute's board (who's function is to guide and focus the organization's activities to pursue it's mission).

I heard back from 3 out of 6 people to whom I sent messages (those messages were part of the test).

Based on the responses from the three people who answered my email I have concluded that there is indeed life at the S.E.T.I. Institute. But...

Their answers clearly indicate that none of the respondents have a definition for life.

Imagine if someone wanted you to find 100 da-boogie-za-mee-mees. And imagine that...

They didn't describe or define a 'da-boogie-za-mee-mee'.

What if they didn't even show you a model of one? Would you take the job?

Apparently there are people in government who would take the job but only if they got paid. Tells you a lot about the mind-set doesn't it?

"Da-boogie-za-mee-mees?" you say.

"Is it big?"

"Don't know."

"Is it small?"

"Haven't got the foggiest."

"Can you smell it?"

"Not sure about that."

"Can you see one?"

"Can't tell ya."

"Would I recognize one if I saw one?", you ask.

"Humm, maybe," is the reply.

Let's take a look at the S.E.T.I. Institute's mission statement but let's substitute the word 'da-boogie-za-mee-mee' for 'life' and see if it makes any difference.

Here we go... Announcing (Trumpets! Drum Roll! Too-ta-ta-toooooo.... Brrrrrrrrrrrr...

"The mission of the SETI Institute is to explore, understand and explain the origin, nature and prevalence of da-boogie-za-mee-mee in the universe."

Hmmmmm....

Sounds about the same as the original mission statement.

So, since the 'Principal Investigators' at the SETI Institute are working to find and understand something that they can't even explain they are like a ship captain taking a huge jumbo container ship out to sea with no destination and no deadline to get to where-ever they should be going.

They are like people looking for 'da-boogie-za-mee-mees'.

Can you say "Not Too Bright"?

From my careful observations I can only conclude that "there is no intelligent life at the S.E.T.I. Institute".

And you can quote me on that one.

In summary my findings indicate that 'while there appears to be life at the S.E.T.I. Institute there does not appear to be any sign of intelligent life'.

Cost to the tax-payer for this research = $0

From Central New York State, on 28 October 2004, this is LeBlond, Gerard LeBlond and in a future posting I will share the actual 'test question' and answers I got that led me to my conclusions.

Adios, Au Revoir, See-Ya-Later Alligator.

Acknowledgements: This research was self-funded by the author. No grants were sought or requested in order to perform this project. The author wishes to thank Carl Sagan, Isaac Aasimov, Plato, Aristotle, Socrates, and Tony Robbins for valuable insights. This research would not have been possible without the invaluable non-monetary contributions of Michael Dell and Bill Gates.

Fourth Grade Boy Wins Art Commission Part 2

2004-10-20T13:17:00.000-07:00

Hello:

In this part I will give you the plan that I devised for my son to earn $30.

First, this is what I knew: I like to collect art and he likes to create things.

Also, my son enjoys writing, drawing, inventing... So,

I figured that I would commission him to create a work of art under terms that were agreeable to both of us.

The plan consisted of fourteen simple steps.

If you want to see a pdf-downloadable version of the plan instructions can be found at the bottom of this missive.

Briefly the plan required that I (the commissioner) supply him (the artist) with the substrate upon which the art would be supported, along with...

A frame for the final project.

I also specified that he create the art in four superimposed layers and I was quite clear as to the designs that were to be used in each of those layers.

Once the piece was finished he was to sign and date it and then...

On the reverse side, he was to give the piece a title and write a short story explaining what the artwork makes him think about.

He was to be paid $30 for the artwork...

Half of the payment would be transferred from the commissioner of the piece to the artist on the day the contract was signed and the other half upon delivery of the piece by the artist.

The contract also set a deadline for satisfying the agreement and the consequences for not living up to the terms of the contract.

So, how did it work out?

As of 20 October 2004 all signees of the contract performed according to the terms of the document.

The artwork was finished, framed and hung.

The artist received his first payment upon contract acceptance.

He ordered, received and has read all eight of the books!

The commissioner gifted the artwork to his wife and she allowed the artist to exhibit the piece in the artist's room.

The final payment was made on the day the artpiece was finished and deposited into the artist's savings.

Now the fourth grade boy can add a new achievement to an already impressive curriculum vitae...

And all before the age of 10 years!

Yes!!!

P.S. Click here to see the contract in pdf format. (Note: You'll need to download and install a pdf viewer if your computer isn't currently configured to open and read pdf files. Click here to download the free Adobe Reader.)

Fourth Grade Boy Wins Art Commission Part 1

2004-10-20T10:44:00.000-07:00

Hello:

This is LeBlond, Gerard LeBlond and here's how I solved a major problem several weeks before this message was written.

Here's the scoop...

Back on 29 September 2004 my son mentioned that he wanted to buy books.

That's good... Better than wanting to buy a can of worms and storing them in a Topper Ware container, in the refrigerator, labelled "Fresh Spaghetti". But...

He didn't want to purchase two or three books. Nope. He wanted...

Eight books!

Apparently there was a package deal created by the 'Scholastic Book Company' that caught my son's eyes, got into his brain and held his 'Want' nerve centers hostage...

It was a beautiful example of mind-control in action.

Not having any experience in brain surgery...

I envisioned myself trying to get in there amid the firing neurons and finding the ones involved in creating the new 'want' and then short circuiting the neuronal connections substituting the 'consumer want response' for a desire to pack a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in his lunch bag for the next day...

I tried the next best thing (less dangerous and not requiring prior permission from his beautiful mother)...

I asked him to "Tell me more about this great deal!"

This is what I discovered: 1 package of books... 8 books per package... all books in pack part of the same series... entire cost $14.95.

Sounded like a good deal. But did he have the necessary funds to make his purchase?

No!

O.K. So how did he plan to raise the cash?

That's the part where he was relying on me for assistance.

Fair enough... after all, what are Dad's good for any way?

Seeing that he had to put 50% of whatever he earned into his savings account I asked him to calculate how much he needed to raise 'in total' to have enough to finance the 'book deal'.

He started doing the calculations in his head and I could tell he was trying to figure out what 2 X $14.95 happened to be.

I suggested he round-up to 15 bucks and figure out what he needed to earn.

He quickly replied with the correct amount faster than I could snap my fingers!

Impressive...

"O.K.", I said (Handy starting statement that gave me time to think).

"So you need thirty dollars, right?"

"Right!"

"And you're willing to work for it?"

"Right! And I need it within two days!"

"Let me think about it and let you know what I come up with tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" he replied, obviously disappointed.

"Yeah, tomorrow... first thing in the morning I'll share with you my idea of how you can make your $30".

With that said he went to bed for the evening...

And I had to figure out how to make him work for his books.

In Part II of "Fourth Grade Boy Wins Art Commission" I will divulge the plan that I devised...

Jay Leno Interviews First Lady Laura Bush Text Transcript

2004-10-07T11:27:00.000-07:00

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Hello:

This is LeBlond, Gerard LeBlond from West-Gate Press and if you missed the Jay Leno Tonight Show on 6 October 2004 the text of the portion of the show featuring First Lady Laura Bush is presented below.

That transcript was taken from a press release gotten from the White House by West-Gate Press.

But before you read the unabridged, unaltered and uncensored text allow me to set the stage.

Moments before the First Lady Laura Bush appeared Jay had finished a segment where he interviewed two young people that Jay loves to showcase. Why?

These young people presumably attended elementary school and most likely high schools but their teachers obviously failed to instruct them properly in the areas of: a) history; b) current events; c) geography; d) natural science; e) mathematics; f) modern languages or g) high energy particle physics.

Over the past several months Jay has had these two kids on his show.

And he seems to have a perverse sense of human in subjecting these poor souls to what --to us would be quite simple questions -- but to these targets are clearly excruciatingly difficult queries.

I'm not going to give an exact quote between Jay and his unwitting post-adolescent guests but here's a rough example of the repartee:

Jay asks the girl a question about current events.

She gives a bizarre answer that is clearly wrong.

Jay turns to the young man and asks him something to the effect: "Have you ever heard of this before?"

The young man responds that he has. The audience reaction clearly indicates that they can not believe their ears.

Jay is incredulous and asks where he heard such a thing and the young man, without missing a beat, points across to the girl that had just uttered the statement for the first time in human history.

While the young man was obviously correct in his response he clearly did not have enough neurons poised and ready to confirm or disprove the veracity of the girl's claim.

So after hearing one comically amazing, but wrong, statement after another Jay terminated the question and answer session and cut to a commercial.

When he returned to the air he introduced the First Lady and here's the text of their nationally televised chit-chat.

Oh, by the way...

It should be emphasized that during the entire time she was on air Mrs. Laura Bush had outstanding poise, grace and comportment.

She wore a comfortable and natural looking (i.e. unforced) smile on her face and she looked alert, composed and thoroughly connected with the host and audience.

The two-way conversation began at 4:25 p.m. pacific daylight time

-- Begin Text --

JAY: "It's good to see you again."

MRS. BUSH: "Very nice, glad to be here. Thanks a lot."

JAY: "I know you're very concerned about education and literacy. I just wonder if you saw our two young people -- those are --"

MRS. BUSH: "That's why we have education reform." (Laughter from audience.)

JAY: "I was cringing back there. I went, perhaps this isn't the night to show this."

MRS. BUSH: "Exactly." (Smiling graciously and radiantly) (Audience Laughter.)

JAY: "Are you surprised when you see that kind of thing?"

MRS. BUSH: "I am surprised, I'll have to admit, pretty surprised. I thought they were actors."

JAY: "No, no, no, by the hand of God, you can't find actors to do that. (Laughter from audience.)

"And you look -- I don't mean -- is that a new hairstyle? It looks very, very nice."

MRS. BUSH: "Good. Thanks, Jay."

JAY: "Very pretty. Very pretty." (Applause from audience.)

"Going back to your natural blond then?"

MRS. BUSH: "Yes, exactly. Only my hairdresser knows for sure." (Audience laughter.)

JAY: "It looks lovely. I know you're out here, you're campaigning. Where have you been in the last 24 hours?"

MRS. BUSH: "I left Washington yesterday morning. I came through Milwaukee and then Reno, ended up in California last night. And then this morning, I spoke to a very powerful group, the Fortune Magazine's Most Powerful Women group, which was really terrific. (Applause from audience.)

"And these are women who are leaders in every field, politics and business, a lot of business leaders. And one thing I think you'd be interested in is a lot of them are mentoring women in Afghanistan."

JAY: "Oh, cool."

MRS. BUSH: "They're working with women in Afghanistan, either to start businesses themselves, micro-businesses. Or one, like Pat Mitchell from Public Television, has mentored two women who want to be journalists. They've done a show which will be on television later this fall called Afghanistan Unveiled."

JAY: "That's wonderful. My wife will be thrilled to hear that as well." (Audience applause.)

MRS. BUSH: "Great. I hope she will be."

JAY: "Well, you know, this seems like a turnaround, because you were somewhat reluctant to campaign at first. Now you're going gangbusters here."

MRS. BUSH: "Well, it actually is pretty much fun."

JAY: "Do you enjoy it now?"

MRS. BUSH: "I enjoy it a lot.

"I like visiting with people.

"Politics is a people business.

"If you like people, then you like politics."

JAY: "Did you have to do any sort of drills or anything, to overcome -- because to go -- and it's not just like you're in a little theater. I mean, my God, you're speaking to the whole nation. Do you have any things you do?"

MRS. BUSH: "Sure. I mean, first, I make sure I have a speech.

"Yes. That's the number one thing. And then, you know...

"I was a teacher and I was a librarian for years. And who would have ever guessed it, but I think that was actually pretty good practice."

JAY: Now, Oprah said -- I think it was Oprah said to get over public speaking you should picture the entire audience in their underwear. Now, when you're speaking to the nation, that can't be possible.

MRS. BUSH: "No. I mean, let's see." (She shifts her gaze out towards the audience and turns back to Jay) (Laughter from the audience.)

JAY: "You don't want to do that." (Audience laughed.)

"Now, I remember your husband promised you that you'll never have to -- look, honey just go with me on this governor thing and as we move along, I'll never make you get up -- wasn't that --"

MRS. BUSH: "That was the promise. It was actually our prenuptial agreement."

JAY: "Really? Really? Wow. (Laughter from crowd.) I would see an attorney immediately."

MRS. BUSH: "This was back in 1977 when we married, he was thinking about running for Congress, which he did, in our home district in the Panhandle of Texas. So I said, you'll have to promise me I'll never have to give a political speech. And he said, oh, no, of course, you'll never have to. So much for political promises. (Laughter.)
But also, I have to admit, I promised I'd jog with him, too. And I never did."

JAY: "You never did?"

MRS. BUSH: "No." (Laughter from audience.)

JAY: "Well, okay, so that works. One cancels out the other.
Let me ask you, when you watch these debates, is it hard for you? Does it make you nervous?"

MRS. BUSH: "Sure, absolutely. I'm very, very nervous, much more nervous than he is, obviously. I watched it from the very front row. I was with Barbara and Jenna, my girls were with me. And Senator John McCain was on my aisle when I was watching it. And, of course, it's very different to watch it in person than it is on television."

JAY: "How about like -- being somewhat dyslexic, anybody who watches this monologue, I trip over my words. And occasionally, your husband will make a gaffe, which we will exploit to the hilt. (Audience laughter.) I mean, do you guys have fun with that afterwards?"

MRS. BUSH: "We do.

"We laugh about it sometimes.

"Sometimes, we don't laugh. (Great laughter and applause from the audience.)

"But actually, the fact is, he gives hundreds of speeches and he'll give three or four in a day. And, you know, after that amount of time, it's easy to make a mistake or two."

JAY: "How about the faces? Because everyone seemed to say he would kind of grimace."

MRS. BUSH: "That he was scowling?"

JAY: "Scowling, you know..."

MRS. BUSH: "I didn't see that.

"I was on the very front row and in person that didn't really show up that much. But...

"I think he said this morning that anyone who listened to his opponent say 'that many things about him' would have to make a face." (Applause from audience.)

JAY: "When you don't have botox, you can actually move your face. (First Lady maintains her composure and does not encourage Jay to say more on the subject but great laughter and applause erupts from the audience.)

"We'll be right back with the First Lady right after this. (Applause.)

--- Break To Commercial ---

JAY "Welcome back.

"We're back with the First Lady, Laura Bush.

"I wonder -- I know how my wife is when somebody attacks me. She gets very -- I kind of let it roll off. And...

"Your husband, he seems -- he goes, oh, it's politics, people just saying that. But do you take it a little personal sometimes?"

MRS. BUSH: "Yes." (Laughter from audience.)

"Of course I do. You know, it's really hard. It's much harder I think for the person who loves the candidate to hear the bad things and the negative things."

JAY: "Do you turn off the pundits?"

MRS. BUSH: "Sure."

JAY: "Or do you like to listen to them?"

MRS. BUSH: "Oh, no, I turn them off!" (Maintains her relaxed smile and continues to look pleasant, alert and connected with Jay and his audience.)

JAY: "No matter which side, don't want to hear it. Now, you've met Teresa Kerry?"

MRS. BUSH: "We met at the debate."

JAY: "That was the first time you met?"

MRS. BUSH: "That was the first time we'd met. And I could tell we had a lot in common.

"We even chose the same color suits to wear for that night." (Laughter from audience.)

JAY: "That's right. I had a joke but didn't do it. I can't remember what it was. (Laughter.) That's right, you had the same outfit."

MRS. BUSH: "So now I just want to announce today, let people know I'm going to be wearing a blue suit Friday night." (Laughter and applause from audience.)

JAY: "It must seem odd, because you two really have a lot in common."

MRS. BUSH: "We do, really.

"I really do feel like we're members of a club.

"We're the only ones who know right now what it's like for your husband to run for President in 2004, and I'm sure we'd have a lot to talk about."

JAY: "Now, your -- the daughters are out campaigning."

MRS. BUSH: "The girls are with me. Jenna is with me tonight."

JAY: "Jenna is sitting right over there." (Camera pans audience and zeros-in on a smiling Jenna Bush. The audience applaud.)

MRS. BUSH: "And it's been really fun to have them with George and me. Funny and lively and I'm sure everyone can tell. And they -- it's just relaxing and fun for us to have them."

JAY: "Do they give you advice? Do they go, like, you've got to go to the Gap --"

MRS. BUSH: "No. They just, you know, complain about helmet hair that they think I have." (Laughter from audience.)

JAY: "You have helmet hair? You don't have helmet hair now. That looks -- that looks good --"

MRS. BUSH: "Well, good. Thanks. Their complaints worked."

JAY: "No, see, I commented on it, the first thing I told you, it looks very nice."

MRS. BUSH: "But it actually is great. They introduced me, Jenna introduced me this week when -- yesterday in Milwaukee and Reno, and it's really pretty terrific to hear your girls say a lot of nice things about you in public." (Laughter from studio audience.)

JAY: "In public."

MRS. BUSH: "It's great!"

JAY: "Now, Jenna got into -- I don't think this is trouble; it looked like just being silly. A photographer got -- show that picture." (Producers air photo of Jenna peering out of a limousine and sticking her tongue out at the photographer who snapped the uncomplementary photo. Studio camera then cuts to Jenna seated in the studio audience. Laughter arises from the audience.)

MRS. BUSH: "Jenna, I'm sorry they had to show that."

JAY: "Now what brought that on?"

MRS. BUSH: "I think it actually was they were being silly.

Barbara and Jenna and her dad were all in the car. And...

"George told me -- I was on a hiking trip. I was in Glacier National Park so I didn't know one thing about it. But...

"When I got home he said, Jenna turned around and said, 'I just stuck my tongue out!' And he said, 'Well you'll be on the front page of the paper tomorrow', and she was -- (laughter from studio audience) -- pretty embarrassed."

JAY: "What do they want to do now? What are they seeing --"

MRS. BUSH: "Jenna is really interested in education.

"She's interested particularly in charter schools, so I hope she'll go to work, start teaching in January."

JAY: "You know, Kip expressed interested in dating --" (Audience erupts in laughter because Kip is the young man that I show-cased at the top of this report).

MRS. BUSH: "Actually, that happens to Barbara and Jenna now on the campaign trail, when they make campaign stops.

People will have their -- boys will have their Bush-Cheney sign held up with their own phone number written at the bottom."

JAY: "Now, what's worse, the girls come home with a criminal or a Democrat?" (Great round of laughter from the crowd.)

MRS. BUSH: "Well, you heard Jenna's line at the Republican convention, just after Arnold spoke and then I spoke, and Jenna introduced me, and she thanked Arnold for allowing her to marry a Democrat if she wants to, because he had done that." (Laughter from studio audience.)

JAY: "Let's talk about the gender gap. Obviously you're out there, you're appealing to all voters, well, women voters too. But it's bigger this year than it's been before. Women are 52 percent of the vote or something like that?

MRS. BUSH: "Yes, sure. Women vote." (Laughter from audience.)

JAY: "Well, I know that." (Applause from audience.)

"I mean, do you see it -- in 2000, it was soccer moms. That was sort of the key phrase. What is it now?"

MRS. BUSH: "Well, actually, women are interested in the very same issues men are interested in.

"I think that's always the case. Maybe they're a little more interested in education because of their children and being advocates for their child's education. But...

"I think everyone is interested in security and safety in our country. That's just a fact now after what happened on September 11th.

JAY: "Now, where will you spend Election Night?"

MRS. BUSH: "We'll be in Crawford, Texas."

JAY: "Oh, you'll be in Crawford? Okay."

MRS. BUSH: "We'll travel in to Crawford on that Monday night, get up and vote the next day, and fly in to Washington. So on actual Election Night, we'll be in Washington."

JAY: "Oh, okay. And now, in Crawford, do you have like a special satellite? Or you've just got the TV with the two things, doing this -- (Leno moved his arms as though he were adjusting rabbit-ear-antennae and this created laughter from the audience.) -- trying to --"

MRS. BUSH: "We have a satellite." (Laughter from audience.)

JAY: "Oh, moving on up down there in Crawford." (Studio audience laughs.)

MRS. BUSH: "Exactly. They don't have cable."

JAY: "Oh, there's no cable down in Crawford?"

MRS. BUSH: "No cable connection."

JAY: "Now the neighbors complain, 'Them Bushes got that big dish out there on the lawn' --" (Audience laughs).

MRS. BUSH: "That's probably what they're saying."

JAY: "Well, cool. Listen, you got a chance to meet -- I know you have to run now, but you met our spaceship guys."

MRS. BUSH: "I met them, and they're great. And...

"The President had called them and talked to them and congratulated them. And...

"So I'm really excited to get to meet them back stage.

"They're geniuses."

JAY: "Oh, yes, they really are. And they'll be out here in a second.

"Listen, thank you for stopping by on your tour."

MRS. BUSH: "Thanks so much, Jay." (She rises from her chair and as she does Jay, who usually asks his guests to remain seated, politely rises from behind his desk and walks around to meet her and shakes her hand.)

JAY: "The First Lady, Laura Bush." (Applause from audience and Jay escorts the First Lady off stage as the show cuts to a commercial.)

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First Blog: The Dumpster

2004-10-05T11:22:00.000-07:00

This is a test to see if this first blog will post properly.

But, while I'm at it, consider the following:

Last week a person I know was urged by his spouse to clear out the accumulated junk that had been gathering on the family estate.

So he called a trash hauling company and requested that a 20 cubic yard open top dumpster be delivered to his property.

The order was taken and within 2 hours an empty dumpster was unloaded and placed in his driveway.

Here's the chronology...

1 week earlier he assured his wife that he would get a dumpster and fill it with the junk that had been driving his partner batty.

6 days past and there was no sign of a dumpster so his wife, on a Friday morning, reminded him of his commitment and asked when the dumpster would appear.

He reassured her that it would be on that day or the following Monday.

She left for work. And...

He got on the phone at 8:35 a.m. and placed his order for a thrash container. He was assured that the bin would be delivered that afternoon.

By 2:30 p.m. the dumpster had been delivered and the man decided to begin loading it.

But first he changed into his work clothes.

Then he figured out how to open the humungous steel door located at the back of the unit.

It was a massive thing measuring 5 feet high by 8 feet wide by 4" thick. And...

If it were not for the well positioned, and smoothly operative hinges it would have been an impossible task for a single person to move that metallic monolith.

But "On Tiny Hinges Do Mighty Doors Swing" and with sufficient clearance, between the rear of the dumpster and the barn door, the man was able to gain access to the inner sanctum of the metallic monstrosity.

So he moved bag after bag of previously packed peony cuttings from the side of the barn, at the end of the driveway, into the belly of the dumpster and up against it's furthest wall.

Next came the bags filled with asphalt roofing material that had been generated by a recent reroofing project.

That project created a tremendous amount of debris and...

That was in addition to all the detritus generated from an earlier reroofing project that had occurred near the tail end of spring and the early part of summer.

So the trash, which could not easily be hidden in the normal weekly trash pick-ups, was being methodically moved from various hiding places on the estate into the belly of the beast (that's what the man started calling the dumpster... after all it looked as big as a whale and would have probably been a preferred prison for Jonah had he the choice of biblical containment).

By 5:30 p.m. on that Friday the man's wife returned home with the family's two children.

The look of relief, astounishment, pleasure, curiosity and surprise on her face was truly a memorable pistache...

The look was a mozaic...

It was like a multi-panelled quilt... or

Maybe it was a blend of sequential facial expressions rather than superimposed ones.

Serial versus parallel...

The smallest child was amazed by the sheer size of the object that mysteriously appeared in her yard.

She walked to the mouth of the container and her natural curiosity and instincts were to energetically step up into the cavity and explore it...

It must have looked like a dungeon or a dark-castle or a tough metallic fort...

I know the man would have loved to have such an object when he was in grade school.

The heck with your normal run-of-the-mill tree house or cardboard-box club house.

This metallic monster was what kids' dreams are made out of... but

The man did not allow his daughter of five to enter the dumpster because of the foul puddles of liquid that pooled in some of the depressions on the floor of the container...

A collection, no-doubt of rain water polluted with whatever detritus and filth had been loaded into the container by previous renters.

If you know of a scientist that is looking for samples of the "primordial soup" this would have been the place to pitch an tent, spread out the collection bottles and commence ordering a retinue of graduate assistants to collect the muck. But back to the intrepid little explorer...

The child spotted parts of an old and cherished aluminum swing-set that she had outgrown and which had been ravaged by mother-nature.

"Why", she expressed, "are you throwing out my swing-set?"

"Because", the man replied, "its broken and you're too big for it."

The man's wife rescued him from further distractions by shepherding the two children (the other was an older boy who was too engrossed in Book #5 of the Harry Potter Series to even notice the object of his younger sister's fascination.)

Time kept on moving incessantly into the future while the man located and moved into the dumpster old steel pipes, misshapened empty tins, assorted pieces of dry-wall, ancient scraps of wood, a bathroom sink, a kitchen sink, an antique toilet tank's porcelain cover, a torn kids' swimming pool, mangled aluminum scrap, twisted galvanized metal drip edge, buckets of broken glass, an old mirror frame, out-dated chains to wrap around tires for extra winter trackion, and more...

Much more...

The dumpster was about 1/3rd full by the time the man decided to quit.

Did I say "decided"?

In fact, he quit because the earth, by that time had rotated sufficiently about it's axis to move the surface of the earth that the man and his dumpster were located into darkness.

The next day the man rested.

He felt tired and drained from a lung infection he had contracted a few weeks earlier and had done little to cure.

At first he thought that his fatique, malaise, stuffy nose and congested lungs would pass and that he would recover to his full vigor and vitality but it just persisted and didn't get better.

On Saturday evening, when the kids had been retired to their respective beds, the man went into his cellar and began segragating the objects that would be retained from the ones that would be tossed into the dumpster.

He had started this sorting process around 10 p.m. and by 1:30 a.m. of the next day he had created quite a spectacular pile.

Sleep came quickly after he had washed and prepared himself for bed.

After about 6 hours of sleep he arose, ate breakfast, dressed and tackled the spectacular pile that was waiting for him in the basement.

Furtunately the pile was near an exit door that led direct out into the back yard.

It was just a matter of propping the door open and hauling the material, handful and armful at a time from the basement to the dumpster and back again.

Basement to dumpster and back again.

This process was repeated in a mindless manner until the pile, that had originally occupied a space in the basement near-but-not-touching the hot water heater, was relocated completely into the dumpster.

Sometime in the mid afternoon of Sunday, the man proceeded to cut a collection of assorted cardboard boxes into small pieces. These were then loaded into paper bags and set aside for a future recycling waste pick-up.

In all, 10 grocery sized paper bags were stuffed with cardboard pieces.

The man continued filling the dumpster until once again the earth's rotation separated the man and his dumpster from the sun's rays.

He retired into the house, shaved, showered, re-dressed himself in lounging apparel and sat down for supper.

The next day he spent the first 2 hours finding more junk to toss and eventually...

He was satisfied with the work he had performed.

He sensed that he had moved enough of the estate's "unwanted souvenirs" into the belly of the metallic monster that sat in his driveway to sufficiently impress his wife.

He called the firm that owned the dumpster and requested that they fetch their filled container.

The phone operator took the message and assured the man that someone would pick up the dumpster.

Seven hours later, around the end of the evening meal a truck backed into the driveway.

The family ran to the dining room window to view the spectacle.

The man suggested that the view would be better from the second floor's library window.

Three sets of feet ran toward the foyer and up the stairs and into the library.

The man stayed behind and finished his meal.

He could see that the truck driver had exited his truck's cab and was attaching a tarp over the opened top portion of the dumpster. Periodically the driver made cursory inspections either to see if there was anything of value in the load or to see if "forbidden" items such as: tires, medical wastes, asbestos, batteries or other dis-allowed materials were in the mix. Soon...

"Oohs" and "Aaaahs" wafted through the air and down to the man's ears as the children and wife marvelled out-loud as they watched the truck's hydraulically operated arm hook the container's "mating-bar" and the container was tipped and eventually pulled onto the surface of the truck's bed.

You would have thought that a group of carnival clowns had set themselves up on the estate's driveway and proceeded to entertain the home's inhabitants.

Once the dumpster was securely seated on the truck the driver drove away...

Never to be seen again.

The next day the man reported to his physician and was diagnosed with bronchitis and post-nasal drip.

He was given a prescription for Zithromax.

This convenient oral antibiotic was to be taken 2 tablets on the first day's dose and then one tablet a day for the next four days.

The cost of the 6 tablets was $40 in U.S.A. currency...

That's "Year-2004 U.S. Dollars" which of course are worth more than "Year-2010 U.S. Dollars" and less than "Year-1963 U.S. Dollars"... and

The man knew full-well -- and did not begrudge any profits that was made from his purchase to the manufacturer (Pfizer Labs) or the distribution chain, or the pharmacy -- that the $40 price-tag was a pittance when compared to the value of good health.

The man was not upset with the fact that he had to dish-out $10 in co-payment for his visit to the physician. Why?

He figured it was a deal compared to the $36 charge that his auto mechanic levied each time the man (about once every 3 months) ordered a "lube-oil-and-filter" job on any of the estate's vehicles.

He had also noticed -- when the physician's book-keeper handed back his insurance card -- that an emergency room visit had a co-pay of $50, which would be waived should such visit result in admittance.

"Interesting!" he thought, "I wonder how much an illegal alien has to pay for an emergency room visit?"

He didn't finish the thought because he knew deep in his bones that the answer was a big fat zero.

Not that the emergency room visit was really free...

Just that somebody else...

A lot of "somebody else"s....

Would end up footing the bill.

The End.

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