Opinions,thoughts and ideas(some nuts)

Mood: pissed off
Listening to: C.S.I

 

Now is the time for me to give some of the nuttsy opinion.

I seen on the news that the Canadian athletes are just to busy training to carry the flag for the country that has been supporting their useless ass.

 We have people in Afghanistan who are putting life and limb on the line to show the flag for their country and then we have these assholes who are just to busy.I will not support the Olympics in any way, shape or form unless and until the Olympic committee tells these jerks that they don’t have time to send them to Italy.These dummies have been supported so they could compete and now they can’t take one day out of their whole life to represent their their country and carry the flag.what’s the matter no money in it?These people do not deserve the honour of representing our country.As far as I am concerned they are not representative but reprehensible

 

 

 

  

Mood: so,so
Listening to: football

 

The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English

Will be the official language of the European Union rather than German, which was the other possibility.

 

As part of the negotiations, the British Government conceded that

English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5- year phase-in plan that would become known as "Euro-English".

 

In the first year, "s" will replace the soft "c". Sertainly, this will

Make the sivil servants jump with joy.

 

The hard "c" will be dropped in favour of "k". This should klear up

konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter.

 

There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the

Troublesome "ph" will be replaced with "f". This will make words like fotograf 20% shorter.

 

In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted

To reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible.

 

Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have

Always ben a deterent to akurate speling.

 

Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent "e" in the languag

Is disgrasful and it should go away.

 

By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th"

With "z" and "w" with "v".

 

During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords kontaining

"ou" and after ziz fifz yer,ve vil hav a,reil sensibl riten styl.

 

Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi tu

Understand ch oza.

 

Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru.

 

Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking

German like zey vunted in ze forst plas.

                                

 

 

Listening to: C.S.I

                                              THE SOLDIER
  'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
  IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.
 
  I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
  AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.
  I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
  NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE.
  NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
  ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.
 
  WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
  A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH TO MY MIND.
  FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
  I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I
  COULD SEE CLEARLY.
  THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE,
  CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
  IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.
  THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN DISORDER,
  NOT HOW I PICTURED A CANADIAN SOLDIER.
  WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
  CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
  I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
  OWED THEIR LIVES TO SOLDIERS WILLING TO FIGHT.
 
  SOON ROUND THE WORLD, THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
  AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
 
  THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
  BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
  I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
  ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.
  THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
  I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED TO CRY.
 

 THE SOLDIER AWAKENED AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
   "SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;
  I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
  MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."
 
  THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
  I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, I CONTINUED TO WEEP.
  I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS, SO SILENT AND STILL
  AS WE BOTH SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S
 

CHILL.
 
  I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
  THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR SO WILLING TO
  FIGHT.
 
  THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
  WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA, IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS
  SECURE."
 
  ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH, AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
  "MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."
 
  This poem was written by a Peace keeping soldier stationed
  overseas.