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The Secret To (a drug-free) You!:
I personally think that deluding people with stuff like this about how perfect life is/can be is where many of these problems stem from...media portrayal over and over and over again of how life is for other people...and you can be one too!. Better to tell people the stark reality...life is a series of ups and down...seasons if you like, or if you're an Elliott Waver you might say 5 steps forward 3 steps back (!) and when you are facing set-backs that is the time when one should most avoid drugs and alcohol. Still, its usually the first place people look...why is that? Human nature.
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Nedward 'Ned' Flanders is a fictional character on The Simpsons, voiced by Harry Shearer. ....often overly pompous in nature. Flanders, being amongst the most friendly and compassionate characters in the series (probably rivaled only by Lisa and Marge in terms of general good-heartedness)
PS hey Jessica - Are Marge and Lisa also wrong lol?
Ned suggests Homer use some time-release granules to get rid of the
crabgrass. Homer denies that he has any. Ned points out a few patches,
``There. There. And there's a big patch over there.''
There's nothing wrong with crabgrass. It just has a bad name, that's all.
Everyone would love it if it had a cute name like, eh, `elfgrass'.
Homer: Marge, where's the Duff!?!
Marge: Ohh, uh, we're all out, Homer.
Homer: D'oh!
Marge: Would you like some fruit juice?
Homer: Don't toy with me, woman!!
(-- Homer needs refreshment while mowing the lawn,)
Ned invites Homer into the Rumpus Room for some of his beer. Homer
accepts. ``I deserve a little break.'' Pull back to reveal that Homer
has mowed about twenty square feet.
Homer is awed by the beauty of Ned's Rumpus Room. Maude comes in with
a tray of club sandwiches for the guys. Ned draws a beer from his very
own tap.
Ned: Here's a tasty little lager that came all the way from Holland.
Homer: Well, buggers can't be choosy.
Homer downs the mug and burps. Todd comes in and thanks Ned for his help
with his science project. Homer drinks another beer as he watches the
two engage in some typically Flanders-like conversation.
Homer: All right, knock it off!
Ned: Knock what off, Simpson?
Homer: You've been rubbing my nose in it since I got here!
Your family is better than my family, your beer comes from <farther>
away, than my beer, you and your son like each other, and your wife's
<butt>...
Ned: [gasp!]
Homed: ... is higher than my wife's butt! You make me sick!
Ned: Simpson, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to leave. I hope you
understand.
Homer: I wouldn't stay on a bet! [finishes his beer, then leaves]
[returns] One for the road. [takes a club sandwich and leaves]
Homer tosses in bed.
Homer: Lousy bragging know-it-all showoff...
Marge: What exactly did he say?
Homer: Get this. He said, uh, he said...
Well, it wasn't so much what he said; it was how he said it.
Marge: Well, how did he say it?
Homer: Well, he...
Marge: Was he angry?
Homer: No.
Marge: Was he rude?
Homer: Okay, okay, it wasn't how he said it, either.
``But the message was loud and clear: Our family stinks.''
Marge notes that Ned's been nothing but a perfect neighbor, and Homer
latches onto the word `perfect' and decides to take a walk to calm down.
Meanwhile, Ned also has difficulty sleeping.
I drag him over here, he has a few beers... You can't blame him for erupting.
-- Ned Flanders, ``Dead Putting Society''
Maude suggests she isn't the person Ned should be talking to. So Ned
calls Rev. Lovejoy.
Mrs. Lovejoy: Honey, wake up. Honey, it sounds like Ned Flanders is
having some sort of crisis.
Rev. Lovejoy: Oh. Probably stepped on a worm...
Ned: I feel like I violated Matthew 19:19.
Rev.L: Huh?
Ned: Love thy neighbor.
Rev.L: Oh, Matthew <nineteen> nineteen, yeah, right, right.
Rev. Lovejoy suggests, ``A gentle answer turneth away wrath,'' then
immediately hangs up. Ned sits down and writes a letter.
Ned slips the letter under the Simpsons front door, and is startled by
Homer, returning from his walk. Ned apologetically gives Homer the
letter and leaves. Homer reads it... and laughs.
At the breakfast table...
Homer: [reading Ned's letter] ``You are my brother.''
Homer+Lisa+Bart: [giggle]
Homer: ``I love you.''
Homer+Lisa+Bart: [laugh]
Homer: ``And yet, I feel a great sadness...'' [tries to stifle a giggle]
``... in my bosom.''
Homer+Lisa+Bart: [finally lose it and laugh uproariously]
Marge scolds them for laughing and excuses herself into the next room,
where she giggles, then returns.
Read the `bosom' part again, Dad!
-- Lisa, ``Dead Putting Society''
If a tree falls in Burma .. and the US media don'tcover it ...
the story in Burma just gets worse .. etc
2020, You start an interesting and thoughtful thread which has generated some quite useful discussion and then you go and stick something completely irrelevant in amongst it!!!btw - completely off topic - but here is an example of Harry Shearer's website ( Ned Flander's voice) - bludy clever -
I guess at the end of the day, i'll keep doing what i do and you'll keep doing what you do.
Life rolls on........................we are both happy doing as we do.
The fun police will keep banging on about how people shouldn't do this and how they should do that and drug use will grow expodentially, nothing will change and nothing will be resolved.
What can you do hey?
JW
well it's a very fine thread connection to the thread, I concede ...2020, You start an interesting and thoughtful thread which has generated some quite useful discussion and then you go and stick something completely irrelevant in amongst it!!!
I don't want to be rude/impatient, irritable, but if you want to talk about the "Simpsons" how about starting a "Simpsons" thread.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allen_Ginsberg
Irwin Allen Ginsberg (IPA: [ˈgɪnzˌbɝg]) (June 3, 1926 – April 5, 1997) was an American poet. Ginsberg is best known for Howl (1956), a long poem about the self-destruction of his friends of the Beat Generation and what he saw as the destructive forces of materialism and conformity in the United States at the time.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HowlI saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machin-
ery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high
sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities
contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and
saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene-
ment roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes
hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy
among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy &
publishing obscene odes on the windows of the
skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn-
ing their money in wastebaskets and listening
to the Terror through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through
Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in
Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their
torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, al-
cohol and **** and endless balls,
incomparable blind; streets of shuddering cloud and
lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of
Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the mo-
tionless world of Time between...
etc
hey Julia -2020, You start an interesting and thoughtful thread which has generated some quite useful discussion and then you go and stick something completely irrelevant in amongst it!!!
I don't want to be rude/impatient, irritable, but if you want to talk about the "Simpsons" how about starting a "Simpsons" thread.
Andy Gibb travelled to England to fulfill the label's request for more songs, moving into brother Robin's mansion in Thame He turned to drinking heavily, and fell ill. On March 7, 1988, Andy was taken to the John Radcliffe Hospital in Oxford complaining of stomach pains.
Gibb died three days later of myocarditis, a sudden inflammation of the heart muscle caused by a viral infection. While his years of alcohol and cocaine abuse did not directly result in his death, they did aggravate the condition......
The Bee Gees would dedicate their 1989 studio album One to Andy, featuring the ballad "Wish You Were Here", which the brothers claim was inadvertently written for him shortly after his death.
That's the big glitch in the whole legalization/decriminalization route, and the one most unacceptable to anyone who has children. If that concern could be addressed somehow, it might get some legs.i think that if 'manufactured' drugs such as LSD and E were made to specification by government/industry it would take the unkown element out of drug taking, hence probably resulting in more use, but having a much greater control on it.
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