<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534</id><updated>2011-12-01T09:51:28.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To Splattland</title><subtitle type='html'>Ramblings of an A.D.D. Jewboy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-114867033589644344</id><published>2006-05-26T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T12:05:35.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovered phone</title><content type='html'>Last week, I had my phone stolen out of a friend’s car. It was in the glove compartment and someone broke the window and took everything in the glove compartment. For those of you who know phones, my phone was a w600i Cingular phone. For those of you who don't, they run $300-$400! I reported it stolen and then bought a new phone. I immediately went to the Cingular store in C"h and told them that if anyone comes into the store with that model phone to get it activated he should look at the pictures or music and see if its mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today, I got a phone call from store manager. He told me that the "headset I ordered was in." I didn't understand right away but after he went on saying the blue or orange (the colors of the 2 frames on the phone) headset he ordered was in and I should come pick it up. Finally I understood and asked him if the guy who has the phone was in the store. After confirming this, I told him to hold the guy there and I was on my way over. On the way I saw a friend that is in Shomrim and asked for his help. He called the cops and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I got my phone back, thanks to a very alert store manager, thanks David!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-114867033589644344?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/114867033589644344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=114867033589644344&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114867033589644344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114867033589644344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2006/05/recovered-phone.html' title='Recovered phone'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-114745724415069956</id><published>2006-05-12T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T12:30:09.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY CURRENT HERO: JOE ARPAIO</title><content type='html'>TO THOSE OF YOU NOT FAMILIAR WITH JOE  ARPAIO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE IS  THE MARICOPA ARIZONA COUNTY SHERIFF &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AND HE KEEPS GETTING  ELECTED OVER AND OVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4691/1006/1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4691/1006/200/image001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS ONE  OF THE REASONS WHY: &lt;br /&gt;Sheriff Joe Arpaio (in Arizona) who  created the "tent city jail": &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has jail meals down to 40  cents a serving and charges the inmates for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped  smoking and porno magazines in the jails. Took away their weights.  Cut off all but "G" movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started chain gangs so the  inmates could do free work on county and city projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  he started chain gangs for women so he wouldn't get sued for  discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took away cable TV until he found out  there was a federal court order that required cable TV for jails. So  he hooked up the cable TV again only let in the Disney channel and  the weather channel. &lt;br /&gt;When asked why the weather channel he  replied, so they will know how hot it's gonna be while they are  working on my chain gangs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cut off coffee since it has  zero nutritional value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the inmates complained, he told  them, "This isn't the Ritz/Carlton. If you don't like it, don't come  back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought Newt Gingrich' lecture series on videotape  that he pipes into the jails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked by a reporter if he  had any lecture series by a Democrat, he replied that a democratic  lecture series might explain why a lot of the inmates were in his  jails in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4691/1006/1600/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4691/1006/200/image002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on the Arizona  Sheriff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With  temperatures being even hotter than usual in Phoenix (116 degrees  just set a new record), the Associated Press reports: About 2,000  inmates living in a barbed-wire-surrounded tent encampment at the  Maricopa County Jail have been given permission to strip down to  their government-issued pink boxer shorts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday,  hundreds of men wearing boxers were either curled up on their bunk  beds or chatted in the tents, which reached 138 degrees inside the  week before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many were also swathed in wet, pink towels as  sweat collected on their chests and dripped down to their pink  socks. &lt;br /&gt;"It feels like we are in a furnace," said James  Zanzot, an inmate who has lived in the tents for 1 year. "It's  inhumane." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Joe Arpaio, the tough-guy sheriff who created the  tent city and long ago started making his prisoners wear pink, and  eat bologna sandwiches, is not one bit sympathetic.   He said Wednesday that he told all of the inmates:  "It's 120 degrees in Iraq and our soldiers are living in tents too,  and they have to wear full battle gear, but they  didn't commit any crimes, so shut your damned  mouths!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go, Sheriff! Maybe if all  prisons were like this one there would be a lot less crime and/or  repeat offenders. Criminals should be punished for their crimes -  not live in luxury until it's time for their parole, only to go out  and commit another crime so they can get back in to live on  taxpayers money and enjoy things taxpayers can't afford to have for  themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say we should adopt this mans ideas around the country and watch the crime rate drop drastically!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-114745724415069956?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/114745724415069956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=114745724415069956&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114745724415069956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114745724415069956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-current-hero-joe-arpaio.html' title='MY CURRENT HERO: JOE ARPAIO'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-114745228252243557</id><published>2006-05-12T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T09:44:42.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun things to do in a walmart</title><content type='html'>1. Get 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they   aren't looking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Make a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the rest rooms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Walk up to an employee and tell him/her in an official tone, 'Code 3' in housewares ... and see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to the Service Desk and ask to put a bag of M&amp;M's on layaway.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. Move a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Set up a tent in the camping department and tell other shoppers you'll invite them in if they'll bring pillows from the bedding department.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8. When a clerk asks if they can help you, begin to cry and ask 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Look right into the security camera; use it as a mirror, and pick your nose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. While handling guns in the hunting department, ask the clerk if he knows where the anti- depressants are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Dart around the store suspiciously, loudly humming the "Mission Impossible" theme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. In the auto department, practice your "Madonna look" using different size funnels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Hide in a clothing rack and when people browse through, say "PICK ME!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When an announcement comes over the loud speaker, assume the fetal position and scream "NO! NO! It's those voices again!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Go into a fitting room and shut the door and wait a while; and, then, yell, very loudly, "There is no toilet paper in here!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-114745228252243557?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/114745228252243557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=114745228252243557&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114745228252243557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114745228252243557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2006/05/fun-things-to-do-in-walmart.html' title='fun things to do in a walmart'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-114744701824090992</id><published>2006-05-12T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:20:04.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ladies and gentleman the plane has just fallen apart"</title><content type='html'>I recently flew to California for a week, generally when I fly to California I do it on Jet Blue but tickets were almost $800, and I had mileage on American so that’s what I flew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we prepared to leave the terminal I thought to myself that although the seats were small, I’m close to 6 foot, and the video screens on the ceiling were dying, at least the flight was on time and the stewardesses were polite, friendly and helpful. I was seated in the window seat next to an old couple who seemed to be in their mid 80s, I like to talk on the plane as it helps to pass the time but when I tried to strike up conversation with the senior citizens in my row they got this really scared look in their eyes and gave polite, curt answers their eyes darting around as if looking for escape. Now people who know me know that I am very friendly and easy going, intimidating is not usually something I list on my resume but what you gonna do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We begin to taxi out of the terminal when our captain comes on the intercom “ladies and gentleman, this is Captain McEnroe speaking I’ll be your captain for this flight, we’re gonna be flying via… over states such as…,” at which point his voice starts to sound like Jerry Seinfeld in my head – I’m gonna eat my peanuts now, not all of them because the bag is so big… (For those of you who don’t know what I’m referring to I recommend you pick up Jerry Seinfeld’s stand up comedy CD it’s very funny.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the captain is finishing his standard speech we hear him say “hey one of our transponders just stopped working”, at which point a stewardess runs to the cockpit to tell him that we all heard that! So he comes back on to say, “ladies and gentlemen it’s nothing to be concerned with, the transponder is the device that communicates with the towers on the ground and every plane has a back up transponder, so we’re in good shape.” Ten minutes later however, he’s back on the intercom telling us that “the second transponder just blew, so we need to return to the terminal to get it fixed/ replaced, but it should only be about 15 minutes.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well naturally no one is allowed to leave the plane and we all watch as the mechanic comes and leaves followed by the captain telling us that “the transponders are fried” and “they are having trouble locating a replacement unit”, but “be patient it shouldn’t be too long”, at this point I pushed the call button to get a stewardess’ attention and asked her if it would be possible to get the entertainment started to pass the time, but I was told that it’s against regulations, which is a bunch of BS as Jet Blue has the TV going as soon as you step onto the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long period of time our favorite captain comes back on to tell us all that “the transponder is in and working fine” but we need to wait for the “gas he ordered to arrive.”&lt;br /&gt;At this point everyone says something to effect of WTF! He was about to take off without gas?! I turned to the old couple next to me and say,”but he has some good news, he just saved a bunch of money by switching to Geico,” which actually made them laugh followed by the darting eyes and nervous smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally took off at 9:15 PM (the flight was scheduled to depart at 5:00 PM) with me saying T’filot Haderech with the most concentration I have ever had in my life, and once we reached the cruising altitude the stewardesses came by to sell us headsets for the movie and entertainment portion of the flight, I couldn’t believe that after keeping us on the ground for over 4 hours they were gonna charge us for freaking headsets! I asked what movie was playing and then declined to pay for rumor has it starring Jennifer Anniston, letting it be known that I would rather chew my own arm off than watch that crap…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways… after an otherwise uneventful flight we finally land in LAX and are forced to taxi for half an hour because no terminals were available, I finally got off of the death trap I had entrusted my life to at three thousand feet in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, the baggage compartment on the plane was jammed so we couldn’t get our luggage; mind you they only said this after waiting 45 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I thanked G-D that the plane made the flight and went home 5 hours after I was supposed to get there….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER AGAIN WILL I FLY AMERICAN and thanks to &lt;a href="http://bezerkely.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-hate-southwest-why-start-this-blog.html"&gt;Renegade&lt;/a&gt; I won’t be flying southwest either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-114744701824090992?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/114744701824090992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=114744701824090992&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114744701824090992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114744701824090992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2006/05/ladies-and-gentleman-plane-has-just.html' title='&quot;Ladies and gentleman the plane has just fallen apart&quot;'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-114736553018443079</id><published>2006-05-11T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T09:38:50.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAnnnndddd... wer'e back!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay been busy and stuff, insert usual excuses here, but im back and hopefully will be bloggin again on a regular basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-114736553018443079?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/114736553018443079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=114736553018443079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114736553018443079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114736553018443079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2006/05/aaannnndddd-were-back.html' title='AAAnnnndddd... wer&apos;e back!'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-114736359533114519</id><published>2006-05-11T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T09:06:35.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEXICAN EARTHQUAKE</title><content type='html'>MEXICAN EARTHQUAKE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big earthquake with the strength of 8.1 on the Richter scale has hit Mexico. Two million Mexicans have died and over a million are injured. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The country is totally ruined and the government doesn't know where to start with providing help to rebuild. The world is in shock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Canada is sending troopers to help the Mexican army control the riots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Saudi Arabia is sending oil. Other Latin American countries are sending supplies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The European community (except France) is sending food and money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The United States, not to be outdone, is sending 2 million replacement Mexicans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless America&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-114736359533114519?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/114736359533114519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=114736359533114519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114736359533114519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114736359533114519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2006/05/mexican-earthquake.html' title='MEXICAN EARTHQUAKE'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-114736266842916080</id><published>2006-05-11T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:51:08.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oil changing by gender</title><content type='html'>HOW TO CHANGE YOUR OIL -stolen from bezerkely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pull up to Jiffy Lube when the mileage reaches 3000 since the last oil change.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. Drink a cup of coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 15 minutes later, write a check and leave with a properly maintained vehicle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to O'Reilly auto parts and write a check for 50 dollars for oil, filter, oil &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. lift (AKA kitty litter), hand cleaner and scented tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Discover that the used oil container is full. Instead of taking it back  to      O'Reilly to recycle, dump in hole in back yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Open a beer and drink it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Jack car up. Spend 30 minutes looking for jack stands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Find jack stands under kid's pedal car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. In frustration, open another beer and drink it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Place drain pan under engine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Look for 9/16 box end wrench. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Give up and use crescent wrench. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Unscrew drain plug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Drop drain plug in pan of hot oil; get hot oil on you in process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Clean up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have another beer while oil is draining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Look for oil filter wrench. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Give up; poke oil filter with Phillips screwdriver and twist it off. &lt;br /&gt;Beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Buddy shows up; finish case with him. Finish oil change tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Next day, drag pan full of old oil out from underneath car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Throw oil lift (AKA kitty litter) on oil spilled during step 18. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Beer. No, drank it all yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Walk to 7-11; buy beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Install new oil filter making sure to apply thin coat of clean oil to gasket first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Dump first quart of fresh oil into engine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Remember drain plug from step 11. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Hurry to find drain plug in drain pan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Hurry to replace drain plug before the whole quart of fresh oil drains onto floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Slip with wrench and bang knuckles on frame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Bang head on floor board in reaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Begin cussing fit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Throw wrench. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Cuss for additional 10 minutes because wrench hit Miss December(1992) in the left, uhhh, arm, yeah lets go with arm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Clean up; apply Band-Aid to knuckle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Dump in additional 4 quarts of oil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Lower car from jack stands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Accidentally crush one of the jack stands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Move car back to apply more oil lift (AKA kitty litter) to fresh oil spilled during step 23. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Drive car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-114736266842916080?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/114736266842916080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=114736266842916080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114736266842916080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114736266842916080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2006/05/oil-changing-by-gender.html' title='oil changing by gender'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-114736163222629032</id><published>2006-05-11T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:33:52.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of Yirmi</title><content type='html'>I know but whatever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 7 Up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsodaareyouquiz/7-up.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understated and subtle, people warm up to you slowly.&lt;br /&gt;But once they're hooked, they can't imagine going back to anyone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best soda match: Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from: Mountain Dew&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsodaareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soda Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-114736163222629032?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/114736163222629032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=114736163222629032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114736163222629032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114736163222629032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2006/05/because-of-yirmi.html' title='Because of Yirmi'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-114335539445287130</id><published>2006-03-25T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:45:43.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4691/1006/1600/pray.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4691/1006/320/pray.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God punishes us mildly by ignoring our prayers and severely by answering them.  ~Richard J. Needham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give us this day our daily bread" is probably the most perfectly constructed and useful sentence ever set down in the English language.  &lt;br /&gt;~P.J. Wingate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer does not change God, but it changes him who prays.  &lt;br /&gt;~Søren Kierkegaard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as there are tests, there will be prayer in schools.  &lt;br /&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-114335539445287130?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/114335539445287130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=114335539445287130&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114335539445287130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114335539445287130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2006/03/power-of-prayer.html' title='The power of prayer'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-114333639336406477</id><published>2006-03-25T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T09:19:44.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MBD addresses the masses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.clipshack.com/Clip.aspx?key=FBB58A0C1EBE707D"&gt;This clip&lt;/a&gt; is entitled "MBD throwing a tantrum", but I have to agree with him.&lt;br /&gt;Many of you may not know this but there is little money in making a cd especially in the Jewish music industry, the money is generally in the concerts. I know of an artist, I believe it was the one that made the "solid gold" series, who said he lost money on his cds! He only makes them because he wants to spread his music. Don't get me wrong, I have plenty of copied cds, but if I like the cd I go out and buy it. What I am doing may be wrong, but at least I buy the cd if I plan on listening to it again.&lt;br /&gt;So a &lt;em&gt;bakasha nafshis&lt;/em&gt; from the Jewish recording industry, don't steal, if you want the album buy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know alot of you are going to bring up the fact that the prices of cds are outrageous, I agree unfortunately the cost of producing a cd compared to the amount of money brought in by sales sometimes doesn’t even break even. &lt;br /&gt;So, for the music lovers who want to continue hearing new music, let’s help the artists out. If they can continue to afford to make music, we are the ones that end up benefiting in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Mucho Gracias,&lt;br /&gt;Splattman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-114333639336406477?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/114333639336406477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=114333639336406477&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114333639336406477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114333639336406477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2006/03/mbd-addresses-masses.html' title='MBD addresses the masses'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-114333184754909023</id><published>2006-03-25T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T16:12:06.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things are just wrong...</title><content type='html'>I think the pic says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4691/1006/1600/wrong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4691/1006/320/wrong.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-114333184754909023?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/114333184754909023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=114333184754909023&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114333184754909023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114333184754909023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-things-are-just-wrong.html' title='Some things are just wrong...'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-114287398857522972</id><published>2006-03-20T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T05:42:59.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"THE FUTURE IS IN YOUR HANDS"</title><content type='html'>I recently got into an argument with my parents about the wrongs and rights that "this generation" does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spoke about everything from going to theaters to shooting pool, karaoke and bars.&lt;br /&gt;On some issues I agreed with them, others... not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In middle of the conversation / argument my father said something that I had heard on many occasions that really gets to me. He said: "Back in my day even the worst Bochurim didn't do these things, and while they might not be wrong per se, what liberties will the next generation take if you do these things? What's the next step?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few issues with this logic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) I know many people that don't watch TV, don't listen to (non-Jewish) music, don't and have never had any non-Jewish material in their house at all, and yet their children go behind their backs as children, and openly once they grow up, doing more than I would ever dream of, and I was raised with all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Things change! I'm not saying I buy into the "we must change our religion to fit with the times" logic, but the way we conduct ourselves on a daily basis does change with the times. "Men darf leben mit dem tzeiten" in a way (sic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) Is it really fair to put the weight of a generation on ones shoulders? How much responsibility can one be expected to uptake and uphold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are your thoughts on this matter? Is there validity to this logic? Is this the way we are meant to live? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again ending off confused,&lt;br /&gt;Splattman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-114287398857522972?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/114287398857522972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=114287398857522972&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114287398857522972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114287398857522972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2006/03/future-is-in-your-hands.html' title='&quot;THE FUTURE IS IN YOUR HANDS&quot;'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-114244905250833169</id><published>2006-03-15T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:57:32.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Politically Correct Purim story</title><content type='html'>Thanks Yirmi for sending this my way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it came to pass in the third year of the reign of Achashverosh, King of &lt;br /&gt;Persia, that the King threw a great party. And it was during that party, &lt;br /&gt;that the King became intoxicated and called for his wife Vashti to come &lt;br /&gt;dance naked in front of the guests. Now, Vashti was a liberated woman, and &lt;br /&gt;was not at all ashamed to display her body in public ("my body, my choice," &lt;br /&gt;she used to say). But she was certainly not going to do so at the behest &lt;br /&gt;of a male chauvinist like her husband. So she refused to appear, and the &lt;br /&gt;following morning, in addition to a major hangover, Achashverosh had one &lt;br /&gt;royal-size sexual harassment suit waiting for him. Public opinion quickly &lt;br /&gt;turned against the King, and he was forced to settle out of court for an &lt;br /&gt;undisclosed sum of money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter II &lt;br /&gt;It was after those events that the King missed Vashti, and wanted to find a &lt;br /&gt;new wife. He consulted his inner circle of advisors, which, in accordance &lt;br /&gt;with multi-cultural practices, consisted of, among others, one woman, one &lt;br /&gt;Indian, one Ethiopian, and one handicapped person, who was also rumored to &lt;br /&gt;be gay. One of his advisors, Memoochan, suggested holding a beauty &lt;br /&gt;contest, attended by all the fairest maidens in the land. But his female &lt;br /&gt;advisor informed him that Memoochan was a Neanderthal living in the dark &lt;br /&gt;ages, and that beauty contests where men gawk at women walking around in &lt;br /&gt;swimsuits had long ago gone out of fashion. Instead, she suggested giving &lt;br /&gt;a test in such subjects as physics, literature and music, and the most &lt;br /&gt;intelligent woman would be made queen. And the King, already lagging in &lt;br /&gt;the public opinion polls, had no choice, and he said to make it so. &lt;br /&gt;Now is just so happened that in the Kingdom of Persia there lived a young &lt;br /&gt;Jewish girl named Esther who was very beautiful, but much more importantly, &lt;br /&gt;had a 195 IQ. Having successfully sued her parents for termination of &lt;br /&gt;custody, she had been living with her uncle Mordechai. Esther aced the test &lt;br /&gt;and was chosen to be the new queen. Only, the homosexual community &lt;br /&gt;objected the word "queen", and the feminists didn't like the whole &lt;br /&gt;gender-based title thing, so it was decided that she would just be called &lt;br /&gt;"Royal Person." So Esther was crowned Royal Person of Persia and was &lt;br /&gt;married to King Achashverosh, though she kept her own last name. And being &lt;br /&gt;that Esther was an intelligent woman in her own right, and had no intention &lt;br /&gt;whatsoever of sitting quietly next to the King looking pretty, she was &lt;br /&gt;given her own staff of 15 and an office in the west wing of the palace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after those events that King Achashverosh elevated his advisor Haman &lt;br /&gt;to be his chief advisor. There were some protests by the African-Persian &lt;br /&gt;community because he hadn't selected an African Persian to be his top &lt;br /&gt;advisor, by the appointment went through anyway. It turned out the Haman &lt;br /&gt;was a big anti-Semite, and he asked the King's permission to kill all the &lt;br /&gt;Jews, which he got. So Haman sent out a proclamation to all the lands in &lt;br /&gt;the kingdom outlining his plan. Distressed, the Jews sought a court-issued &lt;br /&gt;injunction to stop Haman from sending it. But Haman was defended by the &lt;br /&gt;head of the Persian Civil Liberties Union, who ironically was also Jewish, &lt;br /&gt;and who claimed that the injunction would violate Haman's right to free &lt;br /&gt;speech. And the injunction was not issued, so the proclamation was sent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mordechai knew of all that had happened, and he donned a black ribbon &lt;br /&gt;as a sign of mourning. And Esther sent a messenger to Mordechai to console &lt;br /&gt;him, but he would not be consoled. Then Mordechai sent word back to Esther &lt;br /&gt;that she should go the King and ask him to stop the impending killing of &lt;br /&gt;all the Jews. Esther replied that other social issues, such as the &lt;br /&gt;environment and harassment in the workplace were more pressing, but &lt;br /&gt;Mordechai persuaded her as to the urgency of the matter, and she agreed. &lt;br /&gt;Mordechai suggested calling all the Jews to synagogue for three days of &lt;br /&gt;fasting and prayers, but Esther thought that was way outdated, and instead &lt;br /&gt;called for a non-denominational candlelight vigil, and it was so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter V &lt;br /&gt;And it came to pass on the third day that Esther put on her smartest &lt;br /&gt;business suit and went to see the King. The King offered Esther up to half &lt;br /&gt;his assets, which he was actually required to give her anyway, based on &lt;br /&gt;their pre-nup. Esther told the King that she had come to invite him and &lt;br /&gt;Haman to a big party she was throwing the next day. The King was very &lt;br /&gt;excited, and both he and Haman showed up to Royal Person Esther's party. &lt;br /&gt;The King, for his part, was careful not to violate the out-of-court &lt;br /&gt;settlement he had made with Vashti, and there was none of that "dance &lt;br /&gt;naked" stuff that night. The party was a big hit, with performances by &lt;br /&gt;Fleetwood Mac and crowd favorite Barbra Streissand. And Esther informed &lt;br /&gt;the King that both he and Haman were also invited to her next party, being &lt;br /&gt;thrown the following day on Martha's Vineyard. Upon leaving the party, &lt;br /&gt;Haman spotted his old nemesis Mordechai, which ruined his night. Haman's &lt;br /&gt;wife advised Haman to build a gallows 50 amot tall and ask the King to have &lt;br /&gt;Mordechai hanged the next day. She further advised him to quit referring &lt;br /&gt;to her as "Haman's Wife." And he built the gallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter VI &lt;br /&gt;That night, the King had trouble sleeping. He called for his servants to &lt;br /&gt;bring him a video to watch, but since having gotten rid of all his stag &lt;br /&gt;films as part of his sensitivity training following the Vashti debacle, all &lt;br /&gt;they had left were a bunch of movies filmed in Montana and introduced by &lt;br /&gt;Robert Redford. So they brought him the royal archives instead, and there &lt;br /&gt;he read that Mordechai had done him a big favor a few years back. Just &lt;br /&gt;then, Haman came in, and the King asked him what to do for someone to whom &lt;br /&gt;he owed a favor. Haman suggested maybe an ambassadorship to some &lt;br /&gt;insignificant but warm-climate country, or maybe letting him spend a night &lt;br /&gt;in the palace's "Lincoln Bedroom." But the King decided to have Haman lead &lt;br /&gt;Mordechai around on a horse throughout the streets of Shushan. However, &lt;br /&gt;the animal rights activists got wind of the King's plan, and they went &lt;br /&gt;nuts, so it was decided that Haman would just lead Mordechai around on &lt;br /&gt;foot. And it was so. When he was done leading Mordechai around, Haman &lt;br /&gt;walked home, despondent. But no sooner had he returned home than the &lt;br /&gt;King's messengers arrived to bring him to Esther's second party. Haman's &lt;br /&gt;wife realized that her husband was doomed and commented that she had always &lt;br /&gt;known he would never amount to anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter VII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the King and Haman came to drink with Royal Person Esther. And it was &lt;br /&gt;during the party that Esther shocked the King by telling him that someone &lt;br /&gt;in that very room was plotting to kill her and all the other Jews. "Who is &lt;br /&gt;that man?" yelled the King. To which Esther replied "What makes you so &lt;br /&gt;sure it's a man? You don't think that a women is capable of killing all &lt;br /&gt;the Jewish people?" After an awkward silence, Esther told the King that it &lt;br /&gt;was, in fact, a man, and it was none other than his chief advisor Haman! &lt;br /&gt;The King stormed out in a fit a rage and meanwhile Haman begged at Esther's &lt;br /&gt;feet for her to spare his life. He told her how he had grown up in a &lt;br /&gt;broken home, was raised by a crack-selling mother and had never had a &lt;br /&gt;normal childhood. Esther declared Haman to be a product of society's &lt;br /&gt;failure to protect its children. So Haman's crime of "attempted genocide" &lt;br /&gt;was reduced to "issuing proclamations without a license" and he was given &lt;br /&gt;the relatively light sentence of five-to-seven years. After serving just &lt;br /&gt;two years of that sentence, he was given time off for good behavior and &lt;br /&gt;paroled. And the following year, the residents of Shushan elected Haman as &lt;br /&gt;their mayor, his being a felon notwithstanding. Meanwhile, Esther &lt;br /&gt;convinced the King to come to terms with his anger and latent feelings of &lt;br /&gt;hostility towards women, and the King entered a 12-step program and when he &lt;br /&gt;was through, his anger had subsided. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter VIII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, the King gave Esther Haman's house, and she told the King that &lt;br /&gt;Mordechai was her uncle. And Mordechai asked the King's permission for the &lt;br /&gt;Jews to rise up and kill their enemies. But Esther would have no such &lt;br /&gt;thing, and instead, she arranged for a dialog being the Jewish leaders and &lt;br /&gt;the leaders of the people of Shushan. And while they couldn't overcome all &lt;br /&gt;their differences, they did agree to joint-author a letter of mutual &lt;br /&gt;acceptance and tolerance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter IX &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the twelfth month, the month of Adar, on the day when the Jews were &lt;br /&gt;supposed to have been exterminated, the Jews held a three-day conference of &lt;br /&gt;the Leaders of Jewish Organizations. And during that conference, they &lt;br /&gt;agreed that a holiday should be established-the holiday of Purim. A &lt;br /&gt;holiday of charity and gift-giving. A holiday of brotherly love. A holiday &lt;br /&gt;where alternate-side-of-the-street parking rules would be suspended. A &lt;br /&gt;holiday where Jewish kids could dress up like Ninja Turtles and Power &lt;br /&gt;Rangers and not have to feel that they had missed out on something by not &lt;br /&gt;celebrating Halloween. And a proclamation was sent out to all the King's &lt;br /&gt;lands, in all 127 languages, plus Ebonics. And the Jews were careful not &lt;br /&gt;to mention G-d's name, lest any of the gentiles be offended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And King Achashverosh-the kinder and gentler King Achashverosh--levied a &lt;br /&gt;tax across the land, to raise money to pay for welfare and public &lt;br /&gt;television. And the great deeds of Royal Person Esther and her uncle &lt;br /&gt;Mordechai were duly recorded in the annals of Persia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-114244905250833169?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/114244905250833169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=114244905250833169&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114244905250833169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114244905250833169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2006/03/politically-correct-purim-story.html' title='The Politically Correct Purim story'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-114244462897635717</id><published>2006-03-15T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T09:43:48.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purim Designated Driver</title><content type='html'>I needed to get outa the heights so I figured I'd go home with a couple of friends for Purim. Purim day one of my friends decides it would be fun to go bowling when we are trashed, since I was the only one that had vehicular access I was designated the Designated Driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine this $h1t here it's a holiday where we are told to drink &lt;em&gt;ad d'loh yodah&lt;/em&gt; and I have to stay sober? I decided to be a good sport and only drank a little so I would be ok at night. Well by the time the seuda was over my friends decide they don't feel up to bowling! So I was sober and bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways hope your Purim was a little more inebriated,&lt;br /&gt;Splattman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-114244462897635717?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/114244462897635717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=114244462897635717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114244462897635717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114244462897635717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2006/03/purim-designated-driver.html' title='Purim Designated Driver'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-114126236136302283</id><published>2006-03-01T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T17:19:21.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>I have alot on my mind right now that I want to blogg about, but I don't have the time to formulate my thoughts, to sit down and truly express my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really needed a pick-me up today when &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/index/autisticbball.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; was sent my way, I hope it has as big an impact on you as it did on me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-114126236136302283?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/114126236136302283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=114126236136302283&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114126236136302283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114126236136302283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2006/03/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-114110947638289929</id><published>2006-02-27T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T19:48:16.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teach them well...</title><content type='html'>I love &lt;a href="http://www.rightnation.us/forums/lofiversion/index.php/t98263.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; it shows how parents can get the point across if they try hard enough, this kid won't drop the f bomb for a long time now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-114110947638289929?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/114110947638289929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=114110947638289929&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114110947638289929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114110947638289929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2006/02/teach-them-well.html' title='Teach them well...'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-114099956151797606</id><published>2006-02-26T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T16:19:21.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chosen?</title><content type='html'>Theres an intersting paradox in Judaism that &lt;a href="http://jewschool.com/?p=10093"&gt;seems to confuse alot of people&lt;/a&gt; , jews and non jews alike.&lt;br /&gt;The idea is that the Jews are the "Chosen Nation".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to note that Judaism is the only religion I know of that says non-jews can get into heaven. So what is it with the "Chosen" thing anyways?&lt;br /&gt;Every religion obviously thinks that they are the one true religion, if they didn't believe this they wouldn't be members of their faith. To believe in a religion is to say that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the true religion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is it that Judaism is the only one that makes such a fuss about being the "chosen ones". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years Historians and the such have tried to say that anti-semitism is a result of our being an exclusive religion. What is it about Judaism that makes us different?&lt;br /&gt;How does a member of our faith that believes in the righteous gentile that will join us in heaven, explain to the world that although we are g-ds chosen it doesnt mean we are elitists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very confused in this matter, so I'm gonna end this post in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;If I get an answer that makes sense to me I'll complete this later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-114099956151797606?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/114099956151797606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=114099956151797606&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114099956151797606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114099956151797606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2006/02/chosen.html' title='Chosen?'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-114099285495772920</id><published>2006-02-26T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T15:14:12.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relive History: my current project</title><content type='html'>For as long as we have had the Passover Seder, the Rabbi’s have taught: All children should “imagine yourselves to have lived in the Passover story”.  In days of yore, all the children could do was imagine, and try to make the stories of their parents come alive in their heads.  How can a child, or anyone for that matter, who has never experienced slavery truly appreciate the exhilaration of freedom?  Educators have long craved for an innovative educational experience that could take history out of the text books and bring it to life, so that our children can truly appreciate it and “live” Passover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, a group of young men took upon themselves to breathe new life into the Passover story. Through their hard work they created “The Passover Exodus Experience”, whose goal was to bring the story to life for Jewish youth worldwide. “Exodus” is an interactive, educational play, which recounts the story of the exodus from Egypt as told in the Torah in a new and exciting matter. Utilizing state of the art visual and audio effects, “Exodus” recreates an era long gone, with settings ranging from a futuristic time machine, to an authentic Egyptian Throne room; Children are transported to a place beyond their wildest dreams. Since its inception in 1992, “Exodus” has played in 15 cities spanning 4 continents to over 150,000 children. The Exodus experience is a walkthrough play spanning an entire floor in the new Jewish Childrens Museum in Brooklyn, NY. The 9 rooms, covering more than 1000 square feet, are sure to stimulate and bring alive the story of Passover for every child. No longer will this be a 3000 year old story, Passover will truly be experienced this year!!&lt;br /&gt;Check the site &lt;a href="http://www.exodus06.com/"&gt;exodus06.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-114099285495772920?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/114099285495772920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=114099285495772920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114099285495772920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114099285495772920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2006/02/relive-history-my-current-project.html' title='Relive History: my current project'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-114099147615797504</id><published>2006-02-26T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T16:13:46.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best entertainment in NY...</title><content type='html'>Ok so I was coming back from the city on Saturday night after hitting a club for a Piamenta concert. First of all the show was sub-par, especially for someone that made rolling stones greatest 25 guitarists of all time list, and bar tender sucked, I mean se didn't even know what a single malt whiskey was, forget about mixing a drink! She screwed up a whiskey sour!!! How hard is it to make a drink that only has 2 ingredients? The best drink of the night was the bottle of Sam Adams I ordered, I mean I figured she couldn't get that one wrong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was on the train on the way back with  &lt;a href="http://www.onlysimchas.com/pix/g24357/tn_225203.jpg"&gt;sam&amp;duby&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.onlysimchas.com/pix/g24357/tn_225206.jpg"&gt;and arnold&lt;/a&gt;, when a homeless dude walks onto the train. I know this already sounds like a joke "4 rabbis and a homeless guy walk outa a bar..." but anyways... this dude starts to sing and dance saying "this is my bread and butter I need $40 for a room in a hotel in the city." $40 for a hotel in the city? Either this guy has an in with the owner or I've been grossly overpaying... the guy the  proceeds to tell some of the most racist and vulgar jokes I've ever heard (in public). The whole car is rolling in their seats, and this guy make prob 4 bucks total (I gave a quarter), and moves on to the next cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this whole thing is, next week I'm gonna skip the show and just ride the subway for 2 hours, hell instead of paying $10 admission plus 30 for drinks, the whole night will only cost me $4.&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone is interested I'll be riding the 4 train this Sat night from 11 to 1 and your welcome to join me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-114099147615797504?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/114099147615797504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=114099147615797504&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114099147615797504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114099147615797504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2006/02/best-entertainment-in-ny.html' title='Best entertainment in NY...'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-114099002735919663</id><published>2006-02-26T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T13:40:27.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great writer</title><content type='html'>Check out &lt;a href="http://livefromthehilltop.blogspot.com/"&gt;this girls blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ok so her views may be a little extreme and she may be alot more religious than I am but her writings really strike a cord....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-114099002735919663?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/114099002735919663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=114099002735919663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114099002735919663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114099002735919663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2006/02/great-writer.html' title='Great writer'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-114098979879629829</id><published>2006-02-26T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T13:36:38.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never aged</title><content type='html'>I never aged, I was once a child but never more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never grew, I was once small but now that is hard to conceive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply awoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did my childhood end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did I change from being the protected to being the intrepid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From crawling in the shadows of my elders, to sailing the sunrays all alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed it suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had claimed it as mine for years, being "mature"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took but one childish picture to open the doors of realization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brought on the transformation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I change from the child in the candy store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it was to me they turned for payment, me? Am I not still the child? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never consented, I was to be child forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never agreed, it just came about, all at once, no hope or gate could halt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a boat thrust into the sea with the sails of my culture and schooling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did this have to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t we just live in the innocent purity of youth forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer can debts be paid with a childish smile, no time for you and me, only work,… and death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never aged, I am still the child that is no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never grew, I am still small inside though large I may seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply awoke this way, hoping this is but dream, only dreaming my hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never aged, the world aged me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never agreed, the contract signed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never hope, Hope is fallow in the world that aged me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-114098979879629829?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/114098979879629829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=114098979879629829&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114098979879629829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114098979879629829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-never-aged.html' title='I never aged'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-114098968720901464</id><published>2006-02-26T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T13:34:47.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jew pride on the rise?</title><content type='html'>The New Hollywood Jew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years in order to make it in show biz jews changed their name to hide their roots, fearing it would only hamper their career aspirations. After all people seem to think there are "too many Jews in Hollywood as it is."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Scott Ian co-founder of Anthrax and one of the fastest guitarists of all time, born  Scott Rosenfeld.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;David Bryan, Bon Jovis keyboardist, was called David Rashbaum until he joined the jersey band.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and of course Bob Dylan, whose mother knows him as Robert Zimmerman.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It seemed the only successfull jew was a hidden one.&lt;br /&gt;The marranos of the 21st century, jewish celebs were the farthest thing from proud.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No longer.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the new Jew.&lt;br /&gt;Who would think that one of the top selling reggae artist of the year would be &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/#/music/artist/matisyahu/artist.jhtml"&gt;a fedora sporting, hairy faced Chabadnik&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Or that the queen of pop, Maddona, would become Esther, the kabbalah spouting Jew wannabe?&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention Demi and Asthon, Britney, Paris and the other kabbalah addicted celebs.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sarah Silverman called the funniest woman in comedy isn't the only open jew in the comedy field, how about John Stewart the top political comedian of our times?&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on and on...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now there's a new revolutionary in the jewish music biz, Jew Da Maccabi, is trying to do to Jewish rap what matisyahu did for Jewish Reggae, bring it to the mainstream.&lt;br /&gt;With catchy lyrics, a smooth delivery, and some catchy beats this Florida based Hassidic rapper is bending the rules, while spitting some serious rhymes over traditional hasidic tunes.&lt;br /&gt;check his site out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arama4.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;JEW PRIDE Y"ALL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-114098968720901464?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/114098968720901464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=114098968720901464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114098968720901464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/114098968720901464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2006/02/jew-pride-on-rise.html' title='Jew pride on the rise?'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-111398154772999560</id><published>2005-04-20T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T00:19:07.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage suicide</title><content type='html'>When I was 17 a friend of mine committed suicide, since then I have researched and tried to understand the Psyche that could make someone that young take their own life. I haven't had any major breakthroughs, but I heard a (country) song that really expressed how little we know and understand the mindframe one must be in to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Larsen Blaine&lt;br /&gt;How Do You Get That Lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just another story printed on the second page &lt;br /&gt;Underneath the Tiger's football score &lt;br /&gt;It said he was only eighteen, a boy about my age &lt;br /&gt;They found him face down on the bedroom floor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be services on Friday at the Lawrence Funeral Home &lt;br /&gt;Then out on Mooresville highway, they'll lay him 'neath a stone... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get that lonely, how do you hurt that bad &lt;br /&gt;To make you make the call, that havin' no life at all &lt;br /&gt;Is better than the life that you had &lt;br /&gt;How do you feel so empty, you want to let it all go &lt;br /&gt;How do you get that lonely... and nobody know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did his girlfriend break up with him, did he buy or steal that gun? &lt;br /&gt;Did he lose a fight with drugs or alcohol? &lt;br /&gt;Did his Mom and Daddy forget to say I love you son? &lt;br /&gt;Did no one see the writing on the wall? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not blamin' anybody, we all do the best we can &lt;br /&gt;I know hindsight's 20/20, but I still don't understand... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get that lonely, how do you hurt that bad &lt;br /&gt;To make you make the call, that havin' no life at all &lt;br /&gt;Is better than the life that you had &lt;br /&gt;How do you feel so empty, you want to let it all go &lt;br /&gt;How do you get that lonely... and nobody know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just another story printed on the second page &lt;br /&gt;Underneath the Tiger's football score...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-111398154772999560?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/111398154772999560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=111398154772999560&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/111398154772999560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/111398154772999560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2005/04/teenage-suicide.html' title='Teenage suicide'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-111388561136119827</id><published>2005-04-18T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T21:51:49.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapping Rabbis Getting Gunned Down</title><content type='html'>With the influx of Jewish Hip Hop artists emerging this year I can't help but wonder how long it'll be before we have a Matisyahu-Shyne rivalry rocking the Jewish music world.. more on this as the story develops......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-111388561136119827?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/111388561136119827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=111388561136119827&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/111388561136119827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/111388561136119827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2005/04/rapping-rabbis-getting-gunned-down.html' title='Rapping Rabbis Getting Gunned Down'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-111369428030703411</id><published>2005-04-16T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T17:22:58.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHALOM!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://content.machers.com/new/shalom_videoDSL.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; may be the greatest jewish parody ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situations they placed the rabbis in, is just brilliant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-111369428030703411?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/111369428030703411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=111369428030703411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/111369428030703411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/111369428030703411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2005/04/shalom.html' title='SHALOM!!!!!'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-111332606376248251</id><published>2005-04-12T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T22:23:26.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inter-racial profilings</title><content type='html'>It seems the Israelis weren't content with profiling the Palestinians.&lt;br /&gt;They had to choose another HIGHLY DANGEROUS group to profile, THE ORTHODOX JEWS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to calm yourselves they aren't in the room with us, the religious can't hurt us here, this is our safety zone. As we all know the Orthodox Jews are a highly dangerous, well organized, group of terrorists that need to be shut down fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Dictator Sharon's minions decided that any hot spot locations in Israel should have mandatory check point and inspection spots for all persons wearing terroristic type insignias. I.E. &lt;a href="http://www.techhouse.org/~dj/purimmstzitzit.jpg"&gt;kippa and Tzitzit&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't help when Yaron London, the self hating anti semite, &lt;a href="http://www.ynetnews.com/articles/0,7340,L-3062482,00.html"&gt;broadcasts&lt;/a&gt; to the world in his usual self serving manner that everyone with a kippa and a beard in a threat to the world.&lt;br /&gt;THAT STATEMENT IS ONLY TRUE WITH REGARDS TO ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can take a line from The Actual Rod, He is at the very least an admirer of fascism. &lt;br /&gt;Why is it that any idiot with a pen can be published as long as his views are leaning to the left? What we need are some &lt;a href="http://www.jeffgannon.com/"&gt;real reporters&lt;/a&gt; not afraid to report &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/"&gt;without bias&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-111332606376248251?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/111332606376248251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=111332606376248251&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/111332606376248251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/111332606376248251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2005/04/inter-racial-profilings.html' title='inter-racial profilings'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-111332354935336544</id><published>2005-04-12T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T18:58:00.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top ten reasons Why I Should be the next Pope</title><content type='html'>10. Big Hats are my forte&lt;br /&gt;9. I believe in God (although, ok, not so much with the whole New testament thing)&lt;br /&gt;8. I would bring major changes to the Catholic Church&lt;br /&gt;7. I love balconies with a view&lt;br /&gt;6. Hanging out in a bubble sounds like fun&lt;br /&gt;5. After all the years I have spent shaking the &lt;a href="http://www.askmoses.com/qa_detail.html?h=198&amp;o=152"&gt;Lulav on Sukkot&lt;/a&gt;, I think I can handle any and all Palm Sunday situations&lt;br /&gt;4. I have never had an incident with an altar boy &lt;br /&gt;3. Sunday morning services would now have a mandatory 10 lchaims spread out throughout the sermons. &lt;br /&gt;2. I speak a fluent (pig) Latin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and the number one reason that I should be the next Pope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you think &lt;a href="http://www.sordeo.com/articles/000043.shtml"&gt;blessing breakdancers&lt;/a&gt; is great, wait till you see what happens when I go to Vegas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-111332354935336544?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/111332354935336544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=111332354935336544&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/111332354935336544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/111332354935336544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2005/04/top-ten-reasons-why-i-should-be-next.html' title='Top ten reasons Why I Should be the next Pope'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-111327876038682096</id><published>2005-04-11T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T08:54:44.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Hate Death</title><content type='html'>I was walking along today when I experienced something that caught me by suprise.&lt;br /&gt;As I was calmly strolling down the street a couple of Dudes started heckling me because I am Jewish.&lt;br /&gt;I was completely unprepared for this as this entire year I have been accepted pretty much wherever I went. It didn't take long for these brainless drains on society, these &lt;a href="http://www.geo.arizona.edu/Antevs/nats104/darwin.gif"&gt;Darwin’s missing links&lt;/a&gt;  to start towards me in a sluggish yet threatening manner.&lt;br /&gt;But before they could reach me a group passing by stopped them and told them to beat it before they called 911.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood there trying to understand the paradox of human nature I had just witnessed, I was hit with the realization that I had known for years, that My friends is why Rabbis &lt;a href="http://www.thehebrewhammer.com/images/Slideshow/5.jpg"&gt;should be packing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-111327876038682096?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/111327876038682096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=111327876038682096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/111327876038682096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/111327876038682096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-hate-death.html' title='Love Hate Death'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-111327460297462643</id><published>2005-04-11T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T19:56:42.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outraged about Terry</title><content type='html'>I know the whole Schiavo thing is last weeks news but I had to blog this great article I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Unfathomable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Shea Hecht &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Terri Schiavo was sentenced to death in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As a father, I am outraged that a man has the right to kill someone else's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As a human being, I am incensed that we allowed Terri,  who harmed no one, to be starved to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As an American, I am flabbergasted that my country, which doesn't allow cruel and unusual punishment for those who commit crimes, punished Terri in such a cruel way when she committed no crime at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As a religious person, I am disturbed that, Michael Schiavo,  a man who did not respect his wedding vows was allowed to err on the side of death with the very woman he was being unfaithful to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As a Rabbi, I am horrified that Michael Schiavo gets to decide that Terri's body should be cremated when her parents want a proper burial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As a law-abiding citizen, I question why a woman who did no crime received what amounts to capital punishment. If the courts felt she deserved it, perhaps  they should have done it by lethal injection. That's quicker and more humane.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As a voter, I am outraged that some politicians did not feel it was important to vote on this issue of life and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As a humanist, I am saddened to see all the groups that stir up a ruckus when it concerns animal rights were silent when it came to the rights of a breathing human being.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As a health conscious person, I am puzzled why Terri was not given every test and treatment available - even experimental ones - to give her a fighting chance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As a counselor for the terminally ill and their families, I wonder how the doctors could consider killing a person who is not terminally ill or dependent on life support.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As an advocate for justice, I am dumbfounded that in a life and death situation, experts knowledgeable in this case were not questioned - including Terri's nurses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As a former Commissioner of Human Rights, I fail to understand why there wasn't a full investigation into Michael Schiavo's actions leading up to Terri's collapse - especially the fact that he could have helped her when she originally collapsed and didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As someone who seeks medical treatment, I am troubled by the fact that the medical world was silent during this medical drama.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As someone who deals with businessmen, I am at a loss to understand why the insurance company that paid out a million dollars for Terri's ‘lifetime' care is not suing Michael Schiavo for their money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As someone who is involved in politics, I am baffled why a governor who can give clemency to criminals didn't force the doctors to put the feeding tube back in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As someone who's concerned about our country, I worry that one judge was able to make a life and death decision, with no subsequent reopening of the original case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As someone who regularly works with prosecutors, I believe the judges who rendered decisions in this case should be questioned and investigated for aiding and abetting murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ultimately, there is no part who I am that is not disturbed that  a man can kill his wife - and get away with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-111327460297462643?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/111327460297462643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=111327460297462643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/111327460297462643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/111327460297462643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2005/04/outraged-about-terry.html' title='Outraged about Terry'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-111320429861076583</id><published>2005-04-11T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T10:56:19.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands of time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another Poem From My past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Note the corny play on the sands of time cliche, I was so proud of myself when I thought up this title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Hands of Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember him well, His strong hands holding me, His deep voice lulling me to sleep, The promise of the world in his eyes, I remember him well, But most of all I remember those hands, The Hands of my protector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember him well, His strong hands showing me what I failed to see before, His deep voice breaking as he told me how much it hurt him more than me, The hint of a tear in his eyes, I remember him well, But most of all I remember those hands, The hands of my discipliner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember him, His strong hands holding me back from what I needed to do, His deep voice yelling driving me to the brink of madness, The hurt that came crawling out of his eyes, I remember him well, But most of all I remember those hands, The hands of my jailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember him well, His Strong hands weathered in the winds of times, His deep voice laughing at the witty remarks I made, His eyes reflecting knowledge years beyond my reach, I remember him well, But most of all I remember those hands, The hands of my guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember him well, His strong hand trembling as he clung to life, His deep voice raspy as he strained to speak, The tears in his eyes that had long been dried out, I remember him well, But most of all I remember those hands, The hands of my Hero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-111320429861076583?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/111320429861076583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=111320429861076583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/111320429861076583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/111320429861076583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2005/04/hands-of-time.html' title='Hands of time'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-111320163206731368</id><published>2005-04-10T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T18:14:55.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's a poem I wrote when I was 13. The Hopeful dreams of a boy-man, slowly changing in the stark bleakness that is reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ALL I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to be happy,&lt;br /&gt;That’s what everyone wishes for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is to be heard,&lt;br /&gt;To have my opinions listened to and considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have is my strength,&lt;br /&gt;It’s the only thing that can get me through life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is be patient,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for things to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I hope for is one moment,&lt;br /&gt;Something to brighten up my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wish for is a satisfying life,&lt;br /&gt;Where I can be content and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ask, is the chance to be me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-111320163206731368?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/111320163206731368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=111320163206731368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/111320163206731368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/111320163206731368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2005/04/all-i.html' title='All I'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12084534.post-111319749005904600</id><published>2005-04-10T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T11:53:15.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me a Blogger?</title><content type='html'>A Blog, a sure sign that I need to find more constructive things to do with my time. Am I supposed to try to sound intelligent? Am I supposed to assume that I, at 21 know more than anyone else despite age and experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, all I do know is that I now have a space to rant and rave about whatever, and whomever, I choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this I can ascertain 2 things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: You need to find something better to do with your time.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;2: Maybe there is something to this whole blogging thing after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a slogan that I actually believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing we have too many of today its actors, so cut the shit and just be yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12084534-111319749005904600?l=splattland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/feeds/111319749005904600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12084534&amp;postID=111319749005904600&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/111319749005904600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12084534/posts/default/111319749005904600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splattland.blogspot.com/2005/04/me-blogger.html' title='Me a Blogger?'/><author><name>Eli Sp.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01720395448947468627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.mcqueentree.com/museum/simon/collection/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
