Poor baby. Mommy issues?

The Arvins of the Army of the Republic of Viet Nam look funny because all of their equipment is too big for them. In baggy uniforms and oversized helmets they look like little boys ... :-(

The Arvins run like rabbits at the first sign of violence. An Arvin infantry
platoon is about as lethal as a garden club of old ladies throwing
marshmallows. Don’t believe all that scuttlebutt about Arvins being cowards.
They just hate the Green Machine more than we do. They were drafted by the
Saigon government, which was drafted by the lifers who drafted us, who were
drafted by the lifers who think that they can buy the war. And Arvins are
not stupid. The Arvins are not stupid when they are doing something they
enjoy, like stealing. Arvins sincerely believe that jewels and money are
essential military supplies. So we’re safe until the Arvins start yelling,
‘Beaucoup VC, beaucoup VC!’ and then run away. But be careful. Arvins are
always shooting at chickens, other people’s pigs, and trees. Arvins will
shoot anything except transistor radios, Coca-Colas, sunglasses, money, and
the enemy.”
“Don’t they get money from their government?”
I grin. “Money is their government.”

~77~

IT'S FUNNY HOW THINGS......

"Wind-Up"

When I was young and they packed me off to school
and taught me how not to play the game,
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,
or if they said that I was a fool.
So I left there in the morning
with their God tucked underneath my arm --
their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.
So I asked this God a question
and by way of firm reply,
He said -- I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):
before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers --
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong --
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school
and have all the bishops harmonize these lines --
how do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son
when that was just an accident of Birth.
I'd rather look around me -- compose a better song
`cos that's the honest measure of my worth.
In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me,
as you lick the boots of death born out of fear.
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong --
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.

YouTube - JETHRO TULL "Inside" Purple Rocks Vintage

~77~

ducky Knows THE WATCHER


And the quantum world gets even stranger. These leptons and quarks—the ghostly building blocks of all matter—don't even exist until scientists themselves actually stare into the empty space of an energy field—only then do these particles suddenly materialize. And when the scientists turn away, these same particles just as suddenly disappear back into the same invisible energy field!

Needless to say, most scientists must find it quite disconcerting that their own minds are creating real particles from nothingness in a FEEBLE parody of the Big Bang :-I

The scientific term for someone staring into a quantum energy field and making solid particles suddenly materialize is called, appropriately enough, "the collapsing of the wave function," and it's this term that leads scientists to one of the most baffling questions of modern physics. If all matter around us is made up of billions and billions of invisible subatomic force fields...

Who's collapsing the wave function?

In other words, there's no scientific reason why the entire world around us—all reality, from hard steel to soft smoke—shouldn't be an endless ocean of invisible energy waves. An unknown Consciousness has to be looking—collapsing the wave function of the Cosmic Energy Web to create our entire universe. Theologians of course can give us a quick answer to this question, and Bishop George Berkeley was one of the first. He called God the "perceiver of last resort," who keeps the world in existence when we humans aren't looking—and here's a famous limerick that sums up this quantum weirdness.

There was a young man who said, 'God,
It has always struck me as odd
That the sycamore tree
Simply ceases to be
When there's no one around in the quad.'

'Dear Sir, Your astonishment's odd;
I am always about in the quad:
And that's why the tree
Will continue to be,
Since observed by,
Yours faithfully, God.'

R U SURPRISED ASS CLOWNS :-I

I KNEW you had mommy issues.

You are SOOOOOOOO transparent.

Perhaps you should go back to suckle on your daddy's one udder.

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Poor baby..........................

ducky knows - that he's a cunt

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Any child of yours would be. LOLOLOL!!!!!

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ducky knows - he blows

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