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My ongoing theme is always the truth , as I see it , and the exposure of lies, deception and manipulation wherever they exist. I remain firmly convinced that the world can no longer resist its innate urge to unite and co-operate with one another and we are very close to the point where war can no longer be an option if this transformation is to occur. Website: allenroland.com Email: allen@allenroland.com
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Monday, December 26, 2005

 
THE ULTIMATE XMAS GIFT STORY
 
 
No deed involving holiday shopping--good or bad--goes unpunished : Sigmunda Froid

 

Here it is ~ the ultimate xmas gift story and sweet payback  for those of us who have passed on, re-gifted or received ridiculous xmas gifts with no thought of the possible karma that rides with that gift.

Of course, I have been just as guilty and my day of reckoning  is coming :-)

Allen L Roland 

 

Original Giver of Gift Receives

It 28 Years Later

http://www.thespoof.com/news/spoof.cfm?headline=s4i7117  

 ILona Ronay  

Holiday "Re-gifting" Is Fraught With Peril
 
 
 NEW YORK -- A woman who in 1977 gave a co-worker a very small, poorly made, and essentially useless holiday gift has received the exact same essentially useless, poorly made holiday gift from a different co-worker at a completely different company in 2005.

The item, a 3-inch snowman of unidentifiable whit-ish material (possibly cheap plastic?), with a garish red and green striped hat made of itchy synthetic fibers that cause an immediate allergic reaction in the fingers of the person holding it, has no immediately apparent purpose. It is not edible; it does not contain anything edible such as chocolate; it does not contain either bills or coins; it cannot be used as a paperweight because it is too lightweight; and it is of no religious, moral, political, intellectual, or cultural significance.

Time has not been kind to this "chatchka." Its formerly whit-ish cast is now a more grubby gray. Some of the fibers have fallen off the hat, and there is a tiny chip in the center of the snowman, about where its appendix would be, if it had one.

"The year I gave this gift was the one and only year I gave gifts to co-workers," explained the woman, who was horrified to receive the snowman after its presumably wordlwide travels. "What did I know? I was just out of graduate school, totally broke, and being inundated with horrible useless items from all these people I hardly knew and disliked."

"Back in 1977, I gave a few people chocolate, and they complained that they were on diets," the woman continued. "I gave a few other people wine, and they complained that they didn't drink. I gave a few other people paperbacks, and they complained that they didn't read. So, I decided to find the rest of the people on my list something that they couldn't do anything with. Then they couldn't complain. Actually, I was hoping to stun them into silence by the sheer uselessness of this thing."

Forensic examination has confirmed that the object was passed along from co-worker to co-worker each between 1978 and 1985. It sat in storage until 1987, when it and various other items were offered for sale at a garage sale. Between 1987 and 1995 it roamed the Chicago area in search of a home, and in 1996 its unknown owner tossed it onto the Dan Ryan Expressway, where it was washed to the side of the road and picked up by a pigeon, which flew it to New York City.

There, it migrated to various thrift shops, and late in 200was purchased by the CEO of a managed care company who was looking for a prototype of an inexpensive gift to give to doctors who had been good gatekeepers. Unfortunately, the item fell out of the CEO's jacket pocket while he was running for a taxi, and it was picked up by a small child. The CEO decided it would be better to penalize all doctors, and the child gave the item to his mother, who washed it and wrapped it and gave it to her co-worker,
the woman who had originally purchased and given it.

"I said thanks," said the new owner and original giver. "What else could I say?" But this time, I'm going to bury it somewhere where it will never again see the light of day. Because, do I want to see it in another 30 years? No. No way."

Sigmunda Froid, a NYC psychotherapist, commented that "no deed involving holiday shopping--good or bad--goes unpunished."
 
 
 
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EYE TO EYE WITH A DYING WHALE

dying whale

©Greenpeace/Davison  / Greenpeace activist being sprayed and laughed at by crew from whale hunting vessel Kyo Maru
 
The wounded whale looked at us with immense suffering and fear and I knew that she was asking; "Why is this happening? Please help me."
 

by Mikey, onboard the Arctic Sunrise / GREENPEACE

First thing this morning around 7.30am we were in our inflatable boat the African Queen racing towards the whale hunting vessel, the Kyo Maru that had its harpooned manned. Just as we got to its bow the harpooned fired and the whale was struck just below her (she looked very feminine) left fin. Our mouths dropped as we watched the harpoon line zigzagging in the water with the whale writhing like a fish caught on a fishing line hook for a good five minutes, meaning that the neither the harpoon nor the explosive device had killed her.

Our eyes and hearts could not believe what we were seeing as the whale repeatedly lunged out of the water a few metres in front of our inflatable. She was trying to swim away and stay on the surface to breathe but the harpoon and vicious wound in her side was pulling her down. For a moment when she looked straight at us, I saw straight into and through her eyes and could see her mouth gaping open appearing to let out a sound. She looked at us with immense suffering and fear and I knew that she was asking; "Why is this happening? Please help me."

It took two gunshots to her head from a crewmember onboard the hunter ship before she succumbed. The moment was filmed on camera forever and in our minds for a very long time - and I truly hope that no one ever has to view it. The merciless, violent brutality of this whale hunting is beyond comprehension. For the rest of the day I have been fighting back tears and afraid to sleep as then the silence will bring back the visual reality of this morning's horror.

Later on Mathijs and I swerved through the ice packs blocking the Kyo Marus harpoon fire for three hours. Finally the harpooner got his kill just 10 metres off our inflatables right side. It was one of three whales swimming together and by the look of it one of them was a baby. We had been protecting and praying so hard that these whales would swim under an iceberg or something. I managed to climb on top of the dead whales body when it finally surfaced and held its fin for a while before being blasted off by fire hoses. Then along came a small iceberg so I jumped on it and floated out of range of the fire hose jets coming from the Kyo Marus bow. I must admit the look of dismay I had on my face when I looked up at the whaling crew and they were looking down at Mathijs and I with smugness and laughter. 

     

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Website: www.allenroland.com
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