You know you hate me?

When the voice with India-accent started to ask my social security number and my password, that’s when I hung up. Don’t the customer service reps in India know that’s a no-no. And then I thought, that was a damn good way to make me hang up and call back and be someone’s else problem. Is that what was going on?

This outsourcing of customer service has been written about ad nauseam. We know that automated customer service can’t think. And I’m beginning to think the human kind can’t think either. But the new advanced procedure is to combine the two of them.

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Snipped from DailyMail.co.uk.

Some of the arguers against evolution ask, “Well, if evolution exists, where are the species that are evolving themselves? Or middle-species?” Well, although there doesn’t need to be a middle species, this story may give a debater of evolution some ammunition. If a middle species is what you want then a killfish (among many more, but let’s stick with this one) is what you get. Here is a fish that is adapting has adapted to surviving outside of water for longer than thought possible.

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Gitmo Rendition Camp.

The prisoners know from day one the proposed torture ain’t going to work. How so? Listen, say, Randolph will tell you why:

What is this? They put a blindfold on me, ball gag in my mouth, wrap duct tape around my head, put a hood over my head and put large head phones over my ears. I can’t see, I can’t smell, I can’t hear, I can’t talk. I feel vibrations so I’m going somewhere. No matter. I can, though, think. Let me see, if they were going to kill me…hmmm. They wouldn’t bother with all that shit, would they? Nope. That means they don’t want me to know where I’m going. Which, thank the Heavens, means they won’t kill me. They may torture me, but they won’t kill me because I’m coming back alive. Hoo-waaa! Isn’t that grand? Isn’t life grand? Now, what kind of secrets can I make up that will spin these mother-muckers around? Ah, here’s something that will knock their shoes off. WMD — Whopper from McDonald’s. Yeah, I’ll tell them about WMD’s. Yeah!

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Don’t run, it’s not safe!

In one of Kilgore Trout’s comments, he talks about childhood and growing up. “Most of the best parts of childhood have the line ‘I can’t believe no one got serious hurt.’ Children need time to be children, they need to experience life on their own … When do they get to just do the stupid things that kids do simply because they’re kids?”

Then from Cerebral: “I knew what it was like to just be a kid and care about nothing. We did shit just to have fun with no one to tell us ‘you can’t do that because it’s not safe.’ ”

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Blackwater mercenaries in Iraq.

Will you please tell me what’s going on? I want to see if you’re holding out, or what, because maybe I missed it. But, I think this is between the lines of the blogs and the media news stories. A coverup of a coverup. Then a smooth-it-out job.

I’m talking about the disgusting Blackwater mess. You might be as confused as I am whether they are leaving or are not leaving Iraq. The U.S. is supposed to be into arranging departure terms, so to speak, and they’re to leave within six months. It takes that long to find replacements, I believe. But in the meantime, Blackwater is back on the job, and Eric Prince, head of Blackwater is on TV this weekend trying to drum up moral support for his civilian Blackwater employees.

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Beware of these jobs!

There have been articles on b4b about online dating, it’s pitfalls, photos that grew younger, and especially, the safety issue. A lot of horror meet-ya stories there. (See article by Unum called “Beware: Online Dating Deceptions and Scams”)

Well, get ready for our list of the Top Ten Bogus Online Jobs. You may have thought about/actually did apply for a bogus job. These fakers just want access to your social security number and resume info. Okay, then. Sharpen your knowledge of bogus online jobs listed here in order to avoid getting taken in. And, most welcomed, would be 10 plus 1, 10 plus 2…if you wish to contribute. Sooooo, what’s your bogus job entry? Here are our ten online bogus job listings. All are fake job postings.

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Immigrants at Ellis Island, 1902.

Sometimes the argument goes like this…Hey! Let the illegal immigrants slide, give them amnesty. Hey! we were all illegal immigrants at one time. Whoa! My parents didn’t come into the country under the fence.

My Mom and Dad came in through Ellis Island, just about everyone came through Ellis Island. Under the fence? What was the difference? When you came through Ellis Island where you might be required to be quarantined for health reasons there, your name and other info was entered into a book. If the official couldn’t pronounce your last name, he truncated it or give you a new name made up on the spot. But you were in the book, registered so to speak, maybe the proper term would be “listed” in the book, then you were let into the country.

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Snipped from the WTOPnews.com

Everyone here on Blog4Brains knows I am a deep fan of the most powerful couple in the world. No, I am not talking about Brat Pitt and Angelina Jolie; I am talking about the intellectual powerhouses, known as the Bushs. They are so powerful that they have secretly removed the First Amendment where it counts the most: White House Press Conferences! Yes, they have quietly removed the ‘Freedom of Press’ portion of the constitution from any Press Conference that our ‘most important people’ are speaking.


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Our cheerful Condi Rice.
Photo by AP.

Gertrude Stein might say, “A Genocide is a Genocide is a Genocide.” Congress wants to label the Armenian massacre as a “genocide.” Why not? Democrats call a spade a spade. For Republicans like President Bush, it’s NO WAY!

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It’s coming!

I have three sex and Halloween I-Was-There stories to relate. They stay vivid in my mind, I guess, because those memories are tinted with a hint of sex.

1) My Mother Gets Mooned in her own house on Halloween. It happened in my parents’ old homestead house and I was just a little kid. It was the fourth or fifth visit by trick-or-treaters. My mother had the plastic pumpkin bowl in her hand and opened the door. This big matron-like woman burst past her with about eight kids older than I. She was dressed like a gypsy with long skirts, beads, and with the Long Ranger kind of mask.

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